Nerd, Geek or Dork

So I took this online quiz (THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST) and here are my results -

Outcast Genius - 60 % Nerd, 65% Geek, 82% Dork
For The Record: A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one. A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions. You scored better than half in all three, earning you the title of: Outcast Genius. Outcast geniuses usually are bright enough to understand what society wants of them, and they just don't care! They are highly intelligent and passionate about the things they know are *truly* important in the world. Typically, this does not include sports, cars or make-up, but it can on occasion (and if it does then they know more than all of their friends combined in that subject). Outcast geniuses can be very lonely, due to their being outcast from most normal groups and too smart for the room among many other types of dorks and geeks, but they can also be the types to eventually rule the world, ala Bill Gates, the prototypical Outcast Genius. Congratulations! - I could have guessed on the outcast thing, but the genius part was a pleasant surprise.

My fantastic, social butterfly of a sister took it as well and here are her results -

Joe Normal - 34 % Nerd, 26% Geek, 17% Dork
For The Record: A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia. A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one. A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions. You scored less than half in all three, earning you the title of: Joe Normal. This is not to say that you don't have some Nerd, Geek or Dork inside of you--we all do, and you can see the percentages you have right above. This is just to say that none of those qualities stand out so much as to define you. Sure, you enjoy an episode of Star Trek now and again, and yeah, you kinda enjoyed a few classes back in the day. And, once in a while, you stumble while walking down the street even though there was nothing there to cause you to trip. But, for the most part, you look and act fairly typically, and aren't much of an outcast. I'd say there's a fair chance someone asked you to take this test (her outcast genius sister did). In any event, fairly normal. Congratulations!

I should have known that all those years of watching Doctor Who would stunt my social growth.

So Miller has decided to join me in the quest for additional knowledge. Actually my quest is to become a dilettante. If Miller joins me in this quest, then perhaps if you put us together in the same room, between the two of us, we would have enough knowledge on one particular subject to actually call ourselves proficient. Another plus would be that he could take a seat between me and the boy who giggles every time Shakespeare uses “know” in the biblical sense.

I am really bummed out. My first choice for a band name - Goatwhore - is taken. I will now have to go with my second choice -

Hair - Part Deux

"Have you seen the hair cutting scissors? Did you hide them?"

My mom cut it

I have this issue with my hair. It is unruly and I’m pretty sure that it is planning a coup to take over my entire head so that I will look like Cousin It or that freaky chick from The Grudge. This week I was so fed up with it that I was almost tempted to cut it myself. Fortunately I remembered the follicular disaster of 2001 and I resisted the impulse to make myself look like Jeff Bridges from Dumb and Dumber. I was stressing because I my hair was driving me insane and I kept referring to myself as “Scraggly Ann.” Unfortunately, money is a tight right now and will be for a while so a salon visit was out of the question and I only trust my hair with people I know - people who will flatter it and get its cooperation long enough for them to cut it and run away before it turns them to stone. However, desperate times call for desperate measures so I asked my mom to cut my hair for me. This is a HUGE leap of faith on my part. My mom has not been allowed to touch my hair since she gave me a mullet in the sixth grade.
The haircut started out fine, a harmless snip here a harmless snip there. Next thing I know she has this intense look on her face, the kind of look my nephew gets when you feed him too much cheese. She was upset because she couldn’t get the sides even. She kept cutting and cutting until the topmost layer looked like Moe from the Three Stooges and the bottommost looked like Jane Fonda’s hair from Klute with the middle layers striking out in all directions as a form of protest. In order to cease the hair slaughter, I convinced her it looked fine and ran and hid the scissors. The next day I stopped by my mom’s office so she could see how my hair looked after I applied every hair product known to man to my scalp. Her entire office laughed, including my mother and offered suggestions on how to fix it. At one point my mother grabbed the scissors from her desk and I ran out of that office faster then Hoshie from toys that don’t plug into the wall. I’m hoping that I learned my lesson, but knowing me and my inability to remember what happened five minutes ago, my hair will probably be subject to her scissors as soon as the memory of “Moute” has faded.

Can’t keep my big yap shut

So I have this problem with telling EVERYONE about my secret crushes. “Hey everyone who works in his office – I have a crush on your coworker – be sure to gossip about this around the water cooler in front of him.” “Hey random person on the street – I have a crush on this guy – let me describe him to you in precise detail and tell you exactly where you can find him.” You’d think that given my HUGE mouth he would have found out about my crushing on him. Fortunately, I don’t think he has because he doesn’t avoid me yet. I do suffer from constant teasing, thanks to my friends who frequently compare him to some type of hotdog that I should smother in relish. I am now unable to look at him without picturing him drenched in mustard. Curse you Chapstick!

He keeps coming back for more

I really need to stop with the eulogies for Miller cuz he keeps coming back and that is a good thing. He is far more eloquent than I and he has more chest hair. Anyhoo, while he was off communing with nature, I was left here wondering who would eat all the crap on the floor of my car. I also spent that time distracting myself in class with thoughts of men I have seen in very loosely based Shakespeare movies. This week the professor informed us that we are going to read Taming of the Shrew, beyond that I have no idea what happened in class - Heath Ledger is super fine!

MY ADVENCHURE THRU DA NORTH

So I just got back from the final and last great North American Fronteir--no im not talking about Alaska...im all about....YUKON!! Out of the blue a few weeks ago, my friend called me up and asked me to accompany him on his move to Valdez Alaska. It took 4 days to get there (annonomys location to Alaska). I had some really good experiences and some that were not so good--like the night I camped on the side of the road in Alberta and I woke up to the sound of a massive rainstorm at 4 in the morning!! My bag was ******* wet! Anywho...we finally made it to my most favorites of locations...YUKON. The mountains there are so damn big there, the rivers are so rapid, the trees are so thick, the sky so wild, and the animals so gargantuan that it makes man feel as small as a mere gust of breeze in a wild, wild country!! I loved it. The faces of the people there held stories of hardship...an arduous existance to be sure. Alaska pales in comparison...

I highly recommend a trip to Yukon..be prepared to pay 9 dollars for a gallon of milk, and 5 bucks for a loaf of bread...but its worth it!

Alaska was nice. I miss it already. While gazing at her many incredible glaciers, I wonder how many men served her appetite by falling in the numerous crevasses! Alas, I love Alaska. You will have to ask me one day about how I woke up next to an Equadoriana one morning in the outskirts of Valdez! Thats a whole notha story /....mutha truckas!

I miss Via a lot. I havent abandoned this project. Im still here, Via. Via is one of my good buddies...shes way cool...if anyone wants her number just leave a comment and Ill give it to you.
Dating a girl who likes to suck blogs is a good thing..trust me!

Miller Machiavelli