If you clicked the link, what’s with the 70 for masculinity and the 8 for femininity?

http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=kYGJrXjEPqfbVfc-GC-DCCDA-acf3&u=b02c05e54288

Or don’t, whatever. It’s cool, I don’t mind.

I took the SLOAN test, too. I’m a RLOEI. So according to some descriptions this means I am…

” withdrawn, loner, moody, dislikes crowds, avoidant, not big on fun, socially unskilled, not that interested in others, overwhelmed by unpleasant feelings frequently, depressed, requires lots of time alone to recharge, socially awkward, hard to get to know, feels defective, averse to change, low self confidence, dislikes small talk, dislikes touchy feely types, private, not prone to complimenting others, driven by own personal gain, pessimistic, self absorbed, indifferent to the feelings of others, does not easily forgive, inflexible, skeptical, embarrassed easily, tense, lower energy level, attracted to things associated with sadness, very suspicious of others, does not believe in human goodness, interested in intellectual pursuits, does not put the welfare of others ahead of self, lonely, not known for generosity, unadventurous, doubting, quick to judge others, discontent, hard to understand, wounded at the core, believes in a logical answer for everything, worrying, uncooperative, agnostic/atheist tendencies, has anxiety, not physically affectionate with most people, feels second place is not good enough, frustrated when people don’t live up to expectations “

So. I’m an emo. I’m a total asshole. I hate everyone and everything. I think I’m dead inside (except for my wounded core , of course). “Does not believe in human goodness.” And “dislikes touchy-feely types”? I’m pretty sure almost ALL of my friends are like that. Sure, I’m not like that, but who says – sorry, I’m starting to rant. Point is, I don’t like SLOAN testing. Admittedly a couple of those things were true though. But not even half of it.

Anyway- I had something else to say, but I forgot it. Deciding whether or not to post this boring post…

ummm…yeah might as well.

Byebye love Alex.

P.S. I know all I do is complain on this. But that’s what crappy blogs are for. It’s easier for you to stop paying attention to the blog rather than my voice. See? I’m actually very considerate.

I mean, sure, I could go seek the Great Perhaps, but really it’s only saying perhaps.

Pudge went on his Great Perhaps, and then everything went pretty well for him (besides the whole…death…thing). He wanted his life to stop being boring, and the stupid Great Perhaps worked for him.

But what about alllll the times we seek a Great Perhaps but all we get is a Great Nothing?

I guess it’s a risk you have to take, but 9/10 times the Great Perhaps doesn’t deliver.

And to seek a Great Perhaps is basically the same as jumping into a freezing pool at the deep end. 1/10 times, you’ll rise to the surface happily swimming and enjoying the water, grateful that you have something better than the old stupid 1 metre deep pool. The other 9 times, you just end up floating around freezing to death until you swim out. And then, if you’re game, you jump in again, and again, and again, until you get to the time when everything works out. And I’m just not that persistent.

Well, that didn’t make much sense, even to me, so good luck to you.

Love Alex.

P.S. Looking for Alaska is necessary reading for this to mean anything.

P.P.S. This room is too hot.

P.P.P.S. I said I was going to learn some very very basic piano skills these holidays. I haven’t yet. And I’d rather just watch tennis.

P.P.P.P.S. How boring are doubles matches to watch? I don’t know why they’re so much more boring than singles, but they are.

Queensland is backwards. It’s trying to be independent or something (“Oh, look at me, I’m Queensland, I don’t do daylight savings!”) and its TV is weird and the news reporters are different and the air is about 60% less breathable (humidity). And Hamilton Island is so expensive. We saw a board outside a restaurant that said ‘Two pieces of pizza, garlic bread and coke, only $38!’ Oh yeah. Cheap.

And then today we went home. I think that guy who plays Zeke off Neighbours was on my plane. But it might not have been. And that flight kind of sucked. I was fairly content for most of the trip but then I had my first proper encounter with motion sickness towards the end. And when I asked Mum how damn long it took to land (because I was dying) the woman next to me said (because her baby was crying a bit) “Oh I’m so sorry his ears hurt because the plane’s landing!” And then I (for some reason happily) said “Oh no that’s fine! I’m just nauseous!”

But anyway it was all very good.

I’ve just been rambling.

And also there was a cool family that was with my plane on the way there and back. They were cool because they were English. “Do you want some crispies?” HAHA, he means chips! It was awesome.

Ah that’ll do. Although Lucy won’t see this, HAVE FUN IN FRANCE, LUCY! I only missed her at the airport by about 10 minutes, probably. Maybe she was there and I just didn’t see her?

Eh that’s all I think.

By the way, Big Bang Theory is crap.

OH, and! BATS SCREAMING AT HAMILTON ISLAND! VERY ANNOYING.

Unless, of course, it was a ginger cat, then I would name him Fry.

If it was a girl cat? I would name her…hmmm…I’ll have to get back to you on that one.

I also might need a pet called Jimmy. Yes. I would like that.

Oh I know! If I had a girl cat I would name her Wisconsin, and call her Wiz for short.

If I were a crazy cat lady and had even more cats I would name them Oats, Bacon, Socks, Toast, Coffee, Peppermint and KitKat. And I want a cat called Batman.

But first I will get Optimus.

Tomorrow is the last day of 9C. Even then it’s a bit wrecked with the people at Nationals. But I’m still going to keep hope alive that we’ll keep the same classes. It takes me so damn long to get to know people and we go change classes! Damn it Miss Cresp and 9D.

Oh I’m done for now.

By the way, this post is for Ruby, just because she’s so damn over that Jesus guy.

-Hang on, something’s just clicked in my non-religious mind: People believe that he’s the Son of God. Oh yeah. Stupid me.-

But anyway, I googled it and came to a ‘What Did Jesus Do’ site. It seems that he was generally just a good guy. (And the Son of God.)  So I thought, ‘Yeah, alright.’ But then at the bottom of the page it said:

“What do you think?

Yes, today I am deciding to follow Jesus ||| Yes, I am already a follower of Jesus ||| I still have questions”

Why do we all have to be sinners? Christianity is just assuming the worst of us. Prejudiced. ‘Oh yeah, she’s a mortal human…must be sinful.’ And I want on option down the bottom that says ‘No Jesus for me, thanks’.

ALEX.

P.S. The reason behind my weird blog topics. The stuff I write about isn’t interesting enough to actually talk about, but my brain is bored of it and needs to get rid of it. This is how I get rid of it. Blogging. So I don’t get why anyone would read it. I wouldn’t.

In other words, a lot of things that don’t really mean much.

…Yep. Bye.

P.S. I’ve decided I don’t like Thomas Edison. Sure, he invented a couple of things, but I still think he’s a tool. Why? Because one time, he got Nikola Tesla to do some special-genius stuff around his company, and promised to pay him lots and lots of money. Tesla, the super-genius he is, did everything that Edison couldn’t do himself for the company. Then, when Tesla asked for his money, Edison said “Tesla, you don’t understand our American humour” and decided to just not pay him. What an asshole.

Alright. That’s it.

100 = The number of times I think ‘Oh what a load of crap’ during the average episode of Neighbours.

Oh no. Miley Cyrus just came on TV. She talking about ‘getting in the club’. I don’t know how old she is, but she isn’t a legal adult. She can’t get into clubs…even if she is wearing leather and really short shorts, and is with her skanky back up dancers.

Katy Perry’s on now. Can’t tell whether I like her or not.

I’m just saying stuff now.

Actually, no. I do not like Katy Perry. She keeps bending over and posing weirdly and closing her eyes. It irritates me.

SO Steph…have you got y0ur plot yet?

Alright! I’m happy and psyched now!

Love Alex, novel writing extraordinaire.

P.S. I’m going to write a 50 000 word book – that’s 20 000 words more than Stephenie Meyer’s awful Twilight!