I know, I've sold out!

But I'm bored and got tagged. And it would be rude not to respond. Right?

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What does your music library say about you?

1) Put your IPod (or other music playing device) on Shuffle.
2) For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3) You must write down the name of the song and a sample lyric for those of us with differing musical tastes.

-What do your friends think of you?
"Trust Me" --The Fray
(If I say who I know, it just goes to show. You need me less than I need you.)

-If someone asks you if you're ok, you say?
"Forever" --Chris Brown
(Hey! It's you and me, moving at the speed of light into eternity. Tonight is the night to join me in the middle of ecstasy)

-How would you describe yourself?
"Rehab" --Amy Winehouse
(They tried to make me go to rehab but I said NO NO NO)

-What do you like in a guy/girl?
"Look After You" --The Fray
(If I don't say this now, I would surely break. Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait. My heart has started to seperate)

-How do you feel today?
"Eyes Like Yours" --Shakira
(Come from Bahrain, got to Beirut looking for someone comparing to you. Tearing down windows and doors but I could not find eyes like yours)

-What is your life's purpose?
"Living Life" --Eels
(Hold me like a mother would. Although tomorrow, it don't look that good. This is life and everything's alright...living in living in living life)

-What is your motto?
"White Horse" --Taylor Swift
(Say your sorry, that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to. And I pace back and forth all this time cuz I honestly believed in you)

-What do you think about very often?
"Love in this Club" --Usher feat. Beyonce remix
(If I walk away and just let you leave, you'll be stuck in my head just like a memory. You must be crazy, I got a man, you got a lady. But you decided to be here with me)

-What do you want to be when you grow up?
"Miss Independent" --Ne-Yo
(Oh there's something about the way she moves. I can't figure it out. There's something about her)

-What do you think of your best friend?
"Whatta Man" --Salt n Pepa
(whatta man whatta man whatta man, whatta mighty good man)

[LMAO... Mr. A, are you reading this?]

-What do you think of that boy/girl you like?
"Objection" --Shakira
(Its not her fault that she's so irresistable. But all the damage she's done is invincible. Every 20 seconds you repeat her name. But when it comes to me, you don't care if Im alive or dead. I love you for free but I'm not your mother)

[Sigh...so true so true!]

-What is your life story?
"Can't catch tomorrow" --Lost Prophets
(Im sure I've seen this look before...how many lies has he told this time, how many times did he cross the line)

-What will you dance to at your wedding?
"Wait For You" --Elliot Yamin
(I never felt nothing in the world like this before, now Im missing you wishing you would come back in thru the door. Baby I will wait for you. Cuz I don't know what else I can do.)

[Man! That's depressing!]

-What will they play at your funeral?
"Nothing Good About Goodbye" --Hinder
(Rolled my sleeves back down today cuz I thought the bitch was over. But everytime I try to cut the cord, you come crawling back with some excuse over something)

-What is your hobby/interest?
"Bed" --J. Holiday feat. Plies
(I love it, you love it, everytime we touchin. Wanna put my fingers thru your hair, wrap me up in your legs, and love you till your eyes roll back. Im tryin to put you to bed.)

[I plead the 5th]

-What is your biggest fear?
"Far Behind" --Candlebox
(Now maybe I did not mean to treat you bad, but I did anyway.)

-What is your biggest secret?
"Summer: Concerto 23 in G minor, Allegro non molto" --Antonio Vivaldi
(Instrumental)

[Damn Right! And it'll stay a secret!]

It's gonna be one of those nights.

Do you ever have one of those days...or I guess in this case, one of those nights, where there isn't really anything wrong. Everything is calm, everything is for the most part as it should be. But for some reason you have the overwhelming need to just sit in a hot shower, or bury your head under your pillow and cry your guts out?

My therapist says it's like an emotional spring cleaning. That sometimes you have all of these thoughts or issues or niggly little doubts that you build up. Things that you set aside or shove in a random corner when it comes up so you can go about your day as normally as possible. After a while it backs up in your head or in your heart and you just have to clear it out. Analyze each piece and put it in it's proper place. Some people cry, some people run or work out till they're so tired they can't see straight, others take care of it in their own way. I guess I'm one of those people who cry.

I'm pretty sure I know what triggered this most recent cleaning jag, just as I know that I'll be fine once all my little thoughts are put away where they should be.

"I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived."
--Margaret Mitchell

Again, from my lovely Expat! It's embarassing really, how much she adores me. But don't let my embarassment stop you! Adore away! I'll get over it! :)

The fine print:1. Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who granted it to you, along with his/her blog link.2. Pass the award to 15 other blogs that you feel are worthy of this recognition. Remember to contact each of them to let them know they have been chosen as recipients.

This award acknowledges the values that every Blogger displays in their effort to transmit cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values with each message they write. Awards like this have been created with the intention of promoting community among Bloggers. It's a way to show appreciation and gratitude for work that adds value to the Web.

--Ok, I follow alot of blogs. ALOT. But although I can give the "Funny Blog" or "Super Entertainment" awards to most of them, I can only really think of a few blogs that I can give this award to. Fear not all, I still love you! But here are the blogs I think deserves this award:

1) The Indefatigable Mjenks at A Crown of Thistles

2) Gwen at Everything I Like Causes Cancer

3) Fancy at Fancy Schmancy

4) ..::C::.. at Life on the Crawl

5) Skyler's Dad at Somedays It's Not Worth Chewing Thru The Leather Straps

6) Some Guy at Some Guy's Blog

7) The Unbearable Banishment at The Unbearable Banishment

8) Felisa at This Is The Story Of A Girl

9) Words Words Words at The Untitled Blogger Project

Wow! It was harder to pick and choose from my awesome blogroll than I thought. But I did it! Go enjoy yourselves!

My goal...

...is to post my 200th blog on my birthday.

That gives me 25 blogs to post (not including this one) in 51 days.

No more slacking allowed.

Just consider it a mental upchuck [Part V]

It has recently come to my attention that more people read this blog than I thought. Of course there are the usual suspects, namely YOU, my blogger buddies and faithful followers. But apparently I have others who check my blog out once in a while when they are bored at work, or when they can't sleep at night. For some reason or another, these people lurk in the bloggy shadows, never commenting and never letting on that I'm one of their guilty pleasures. One of these days I might have to go de-lurking but in the meantime I say: Welcome new readers...come and sit a spell! And feel free to leave me a comment if you are so inclined.

Now, onto the good stuff.

Part V: Just call me Doppelganger Daisy

When I was in high school, I had a group of guy friends who were considered to be part of the "cool clique". I think they initially started hanging around me because I was a big nerd and they thought they could charm me into doing their homework for them (fat chance) but then became my friends because they really liked me and started to think of me as a sister of sorts. That, and because they were teenage boys and I had big boobs.

But I digress.

These group of friends (P, S, K, and G) had a nickname for me: Daisy. At first I thought it was because I was so sunny and sweet, but when I really stopped to think about it, I had always been sarcastic and cranky so that couldn't have been the reason. I finally gave up and asked P one day, why it is they called me Daisy. He said that there was a girl in the neighboring rival high school who looked exactly like me, and her name was Daisy. Side note: I never thought to ask whether the kids at her school then called her "E".

Anyway, a couple years passed and I was a junior in high school when the premier and the littlest bro-hans started taking tae kwon do lessons at a local martial arts studio. I went to the studio one day to watch them and was hanging around when all of a sudden a little girl (maybe 4 or 5 years old) came right up to me, threw her arms around my waist and gave me a big hug. After I got over the initial shock, I hugged her back. When she finally let go of me I kneeled down and gave her a big smile and asked her what her name was.

She burst into huge noisy tears.

Her mother who had been watching the whole exchange came over and picked her up then stared me in the face. I was about to explain (though I don't know how since I had no clue what just happened) but she beat me to it. She says "Oh, I'm so sorry. She must have thought you were her baby sitter and she got upset when she thought you had forgotten who she was." I told the mom that it was no big deal and was about to turn and walk away when she added, "I have to tell you, I thought for sure you were Daisy until I looked a little closer. That's why I let her walk over here and hug you *giggle giggle*."

Later on, in college...the same thing happened except this time it wasn't a cute little girl but a full grown man. I was walking towards "the Ave" from class when all of a sudden some dude picks me up from behind and gives me a bear hug. When he put me down I turned around prepared to sock him in the face but...well, he was kinda cute so I restrained myself and settled for giving him my patented evil eye. He didn't notice me glaring at him because he was busy asking me how I was. Or rather, verbatum, "Hey, Dais...how ya been?" He finally stopped talking long enough to really look at me. I don't know if it was the stink eye that told his brain that I wasn't Daisy or if it was whatever minute differences in my face but when he realized he had just picked up and hugged a complete stranger he turned pink, stammered out his apologies and took off. I remember going back to my dorm room and telling my roommate (who also went to high school with me) what happened and she said she always wondered why the guys called me that in school.

So apparently, somewhere in the greater Seattle area, there prowls a girl who looks so much like me that men, women, and children mistake me for her all the time. I have to wonder if she gets randomly accosted by people mistaking her for me too. I also wonder why I haven't bothered to look her up before. Maybe I'll start, look up people who used to go to that school. Ask some friends what her last name was. Finally solve the mystery of my unrelated twin. Or maybe I'll be my usual lazy self and blog about it instead.

The End

I am so SMRT! S.M.R.T

Just got my test scores back for the Graduate School entrance exams I took last month! And since you guys all (well, almost all) wanted to know how it went...

Total of 900 points (3 tests at 300 pts. each), minimum passing is a 240 on each test.

I got an 841. Reading 281, Math 291, Writing 269.

It's kinda ironic that I sucked so badly at writing. I mean, I practice giving you all A++ material on at least a weekly basis! But whatever, I was targeting the math section anyway since that's what I'll be going back to school for. And before you guys ask...Masters Degree in Teaching: Biology.

So YAY, I passed! And I didn't do too bad, if I may say so myself. Now onto the school applications...which means I'll soon be broke since I'm planning on applying to at least 3 (maybe 5) schools and the application fees aren't really that cheap.

*sniff sniff* I feel so loved!

Bella: Forget the damn Superbowl, where have you been?!

Felisa: OH MY GOSH! You're alive!

Wicked Mr. J: You now have 24 hours to post a blog or email me the hell back or else I'm calling in the cadaver dogs.

Mr. C: How have you been doing?

Scandinavian God: Did I do something wrong?? Or are you dead? Maybe you're just dead...but did I do something?

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Wow! I feel so loved! Worry not blogger citizens (and other people who read my blog), I have two whole days off this week (and tomorrow, but Ill be watching the superbowl) and I fully intend on channeling my inner couch potato and reading all your blogs from the last two weeks and inserting my own brand of witty commentary. In the meantime:

Bella: I love you too.

Felisa: Yep, Im here!

Mr. J: do I get extra points for posting two in one day?

Amanda: Haven't seen the new doll yet, and please don't die! Im not ready to meet you in hell yet.

Sabrae: Whatever! You know you still worship the quicksand I walk on.

And to the rest of you who will undoubtedly leave comments after this post, I can't wait to read about all the mischief you guys have been up to!