I don't want to cut my hair any more. I won. I'm not sorry.

Namarie.

Sometimes you've really got to love this kind of detailed analysis....

Personally, I'm borderline ENTP/INTP. The descriptions are....

Well. Amusing.

News of note:

-I have nearly decided upon a selection of teas to order from Upton

-I may have convinced several people to at least try to come with me to New Zealand

-I am making some progress on convincing my semi-stalker that I really am not the right girl for him

-My voice teacher is bipolar. Alternately, she has been abducted by aliens, and is being played by one of the same

-The Lounge has a clean courtyard, thanks to Becky

-I am writing a - shall we say, interesting? - short screenplay

-The Lounge has a cat and two kittens. They're adorable!

If you have ever banged your head looking at LotR or Silm fanfic, then this is for you:

"Confused Memories of a Teen Reader"

This is one of the most hilarious quizzes I've taken in a long time.

http://www.directhomefind.com/dream-home/index.php

Mine is a Wizard's Ranch.

Your kitchen is manned by a team of Keebler Drow Elves. There's a Chocolatessen, which is rapidly becoming your favorite room of the house. Having one is also becoming a trend among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is decorated to look like the treetop village of the Galadhrim. Your study has every fantasy novel ever written, including multiple editions of the Silmarillion and advance copies of Dungeons and Dragons Fifth Edition. One of your garages houses your Hummer, and others contain your H2, and H3... with room for an H4, if they ever invent one.

Your home also includes a roost for griffons. You've never actually seen a griffon, but you keep the roost ready anyway. Your guests enjoy your home theater with hi-def plasma screen TV, and the thrones you watch it from. Outside is the moat that protects your home from goblin invaders and extended family.

And, you have a pet -- a unicorn named "Shadowhooves".

Che fiero costume
D'aligero nume,
che a forza di pene si faccia adorar, si faccia adorar!
E pur nell' ardore
il Dio traditore
un vago sembiante mi fe idolatrar.

Che crudo destino
che un cieco bambino
con bocca di latte si faccia stimar, si faccia stimar!
Ma questo tiranno
con barbaro inganno
entrando per gli'occhi mi fe sospirar.
Che crudo destino...!