What American accent do you have? Your Result: The West   Your accent is the lowest common denominator of American speech. Unless you're a SoCal surfer, no one thinks you have an accent. And really, you may not even be from the West at all, you could easily be from Florida or one of those big Southern cities like Dallas or Atlanta.
The Midland
North Central
Boston
The South
The Inland North
Philadelphia
The Northeast
What American accent do you have? Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

This is my current result from this quiz.

Back on 11/02/2006:

I got a result that said:

"North Central" is what professional linguists call the Minnesota accent. If you saw "Fargo" you probably didn't think the characters sounded very out of the ordinary. Outsiders probably mistake you for a
Canadian a lot.

My Response Then:
Strange, eh? I'm often told I have no accent at all. Maybe that's because I live in the South. Compared to the overbearing accents around me, anything I say as long as it isn't Brooklyn won't stand out. >.< Please tell me that my North Dakotan parents haven't ruined my speech patterns before I ever realized it. I don't sound Canadian! I swear!

My Response Now:

Maybe I just didn't think of the answers to the quiz properly before I answered them...or a year and a half at college has transformed my speech into a more neutral pattern (despite that my campus best friend is a flaming Canadian...)

 

Should you be MALE or FEMALE?* created with QuizFarm.com

You scored as Either You brain is neither specifically male, nor female in the way you perceive your surroundings. As bad as this may sound to some, it can easily mean that you are capable of combining both gender aspects to your advantage. Rather than being genderless you are possibly able think freely. This does not mean that you are bisexual or androgynous or indecisive, but it might. Either 96% Female 71% Male 39% Neither 25%

I was so right. I am androgynous. Indeedy, indeedy.

My new kitten is so adorable! Marvel at her kawaiiness!  

All right. I'm a day behind on pasting it obviously, but work with me here. 

I haven't done fanfiction in daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyssssssssssssssssssss because of this stupid, sudden illness. Damn strep throat. I haven't had it in years. Not since I was in third grade.

So. I'm tired, achy, in a daze, confused ever so slighty, and stuff...

At least my computer is well again. I haven't had it in my grasp for three days.

Things accomplished the past two weeks:

• New favorite movie: the Boondock Saints.
  
• Love Mike's salmon. Got my dosage of Omega-3 for sure.
  
• Everything's decent for the Science Fair.
  
• My headache's gone.
  
• I finished watching all 40-something esp. of GTO. Great show. Wish I owned it.
  
• Finished Hamlet. Pain in the ass, but I liked the theme.
  
• Mouth is healing well after surgery.
  
• Got caught up on Yaoi Daily.
  
• Started doing fanfiction again and started editing junk.

Yay.

Ahhh...my least favorite thing to do, besides Calculus, is writing scholarship essays. And here I am, procastinating with Yaoi Daily yet again, as I tap out decent sentence after decent sentence...AND I WANT FANFICTION TONIGHT.

Sigh. I'll just have to stop watching America's Next Top Model and get on with it. It's only 9:08. I've got time...yeah.

I did the bathrooms and thank you cards today! I'm accomplished something!

Now I just have to move on with Calculus and Chem homework. How exciting. I'm thrilled.

Lovely. I didn't realize that switching over to "rich-text format" would erase everything I had written so far. Well. I was reflecting on my past year a week early--this journal was in dire need of some philosophical moment--everything's been far too happy and bouncy for me.

Haven't felt a creative spark in months. It hurts. I've been too busy with school, school, and partying whenever I get a chance. I need to see Mandi, hang out with Ashraf, call back Carol and plan a movie/dinner, spend a night with Scarlett and Amber, and chill with Duckie a bit. And that's just next week. The week after will be: surgery, pre-test, lab training, and the beginning of my last semester in high school...oh. How exciting.

I'm not empty. I just...feel...repressed somehow.

***

Rainbow tears for the butterfly girl.

Gotta swing just the right way, love. Style: is everything.

Swing me, swing me, let me feel the wind against my cheeks...

***

“No, no,” Iris cooed to herself, “this just won’t do.”

            She stood outside one of the club’s doors, located upstairs in its convenient hotel section, heavy pants and moans soaking the air coming from underneath the crack. Sebastian had let his natural personality come out for once, the one that radiated sunshine and the like. He was an enjoyable, amusing fellow when he opened his tightly-bound shell that he had built around himself. Consequently, he had discovered a lovely, funny girl within a matter of an hour and, why, she was perfectly willing to invite him upstairs with her—hands shoving down in his pants by the time they had made halfway up the flight of stairs.

            She had bought him a few drinks first—made him far more complacent than was warranted for the occasion.

            Iris knew that even as Sebastian’s blood boiled with pleasure, with desire, the incubus poison in his veins bathed his brain in that old-fashioned rage, blind to the age and time; rage that had had time to stew for almost a thousand years.  Even as his hand cupped one of the half-nude woman’s breasts and squeezed, as the oblivious lusty female struggled to undo her one-night stand’s blue jeans top button through her rolling against his hard, dark body.  She could taste the mindless, sightless carnage about to arrive…

(There's a random piece from World in My Eyes. Enjoy the cliffhanger. ^^)

Bye lovies.

Spent most of the night chilling out with my little Twee. ^_^ I'm La. Anyone Avatar fans?

BOUNCE! ^_^ Life's just going so damn sweet right now.

I couldn't believe that people actually use livejournal to pour out their hearts and souls for the public to read. What's up with that? o.X I would be too afraid of someone important (like maybe people who might know me, e-gasp) reading it.

I much rather write out my emotions onto solid paper. Keeps longer.

Anyway. Another person might be using my account too. Sooo...if the posts don't sound like me, then it's her. All her.

She's a real person, just for clarification.

Whatever. Moving along, moving along, BREEEEEAKKKK!

My hardest exams of the semester are OVER. Hallulajah! I now have time to surf the net and Yaoi Daily! WHOOHOO! Life's pretty damn good right now.

Anyway. I've typed up a crapla amount of one of my stories. Feeling pretty good about that as well. Finally can get more than 7 hours of sleep per two days. And I can AT LAST start coloring some new pages to my friend's and I's webcomic.

If only she would make more time to make more pages and scan them, then I would be really good...

Now I know none of you know me, but my hair is über long--past my behind. I had a haircut yesterday for the first time in years! I added a unibang, remiscent of the GW Trowa Barton, and tossed in a few layers

LOVE LOVE the hair. AND I don't have a lot of homework. YAY!

Yes. I'm hyper. Gummi fritz ^__^

Well, I've never been one to use an online journal, but hey, I wanted to join the Yaoi Daily community so here I am.

Let's pause a moment and insert a random poem.

Have you ever stopped dreaming?
The butter silk of the sky, the disoriented twitch of an eyebrow
Simply falling umbrellas twirling in the milky white of your retina

Never mind the pretty words, the empty metaphors
Wiggles of energy and orbs of light
Misty nights and imagined goblins
A cat formed from the coincidence of roots, vines, and the glare of a hidden mouse

Slips of flesh scrapped over gritty, tired eyes
The plot thickens and forms
Then foams over and gushes across the white, terrifyingly blank page

Memories last forever
Positive, negative, lovely, lousy—will the ultimate pessimistic win?
Or will the lonely child, its thin arms hugging the curves of a blinded window, carve out a future golden and sweet like a flawless drop of honey?

It's titled, "Sweetened." It's also by me. Whoo-hoo. It's mine. Yes, that's right. All mine.

On a happy note, I GOT MY NEW TEETH! And they are beauts. ^^