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vanitashazeOtherwise entitled, I must sleep.
Well, this is...unexpected.
Apparently disregarding the fact that I'm antisocial, a complete freak-out over pressure, and have the worst persuasion skills this side of Jupiter, I managed to get him.
It's times like these that completely prove that any sort of personality quiz, whether taken online or through little avenues of evil people call chick mags, is completely false. I mean, I remember taking another one of these where it was all computerized, instead of actual people (or, well, livejournalers) deciding for you. I think I was Eden, but that's not the point. No, what I really remember was that I somehow managed to score 99% higher on idealism, nerdiness, and nonconformity than everyone else in my target gender and age group. I mean, how jaded, comforming, and just completely boring are these people?
I'm convinced that I'm being stalked by the laws of improbability. Exerting their influence over various and sundry unsuspecting minds who come to judge any sort of quiz I take. Even html is not free from their grabby little paws.
Eden, I can sort of understand. ...But Bennet?
On a lighter, or at least marginally saner, note: I'm almost done with Part II of what began as a oneshot and is mutating at a steady rate into a multi-parter mylar pre-apocalypse. With Molly, though, so that's okay. Even though I'm having insane troubles catching her voice and keeping it still long enough to write in it. And I am still looking for a beta. So things really haven't changed much, but at least my Mohinder-dialogue doesn't make him sound like that neurotic Wonderland rabbit anymore. So, yes. Double-meaning conversations, Molly inner-monologuing, Sylar being creepy, Mohinder being vindictive and spazzing out on caffeine. Behold the wonder that is Stars Shine Brightest.
Nobody asked, but ye shall still receive.
Well, this is...unexpected.
Apparently disregarding the fact that I'm antisocial, a complete freak-out over pressure, and have the worst persuasion skills this side of Jupiter, I managed to get him.
It's times like these that completely prove that any sort of personality quiz, whether taken online or through little avenues of evil people call chick mags, is completely false. I mean, I remember taking another one of these where it was all computerized, instead of actual people (or, well, livejournalers) deciding for you. I think I was Eden, but that's not the point. No, what I really remember was that I somehow managed to score 99% higher on idealism, nerdiness, and nonconformity than everyone else in my target gender and age group. I mean, how jaded, comforming, and just completely boring are these people?
I'm convinced that I'm being stalked by the laws of improbability. Exerting their influence over various and sundry unsuspecting minds who come to judge any sort of quiz I take. Even html is not free from their grabby little paws.
Eden, I can sort of understand. ...But Bennet?
On a lighter, or at least marginally saner, note: I'm almost done with Part II of what began as a oneshot and is mutating at a steady rate into a multi-parter mylar pre-apocalypse. With Molly, though, so that's okay. Even though I'm having insane troubles catching her voice and keeping it still long enough to write in it. And I am still looking for a beta. So things really haven't changed much, but at least my Mohinder-dialogue doesn't make him sound like that neurotic Wonderland rabbit anymore. So, yes. Double-meaning conversations, Molly inner-monologuing, Sylar being creepy, Mohinder being vindictive and spazzing out on caffeine. Behold the wonder that is Stars Shine Brightest.
Nobody asked, but ye shall still receive.
