"You scored as...PUNK."

Three of those ridiculous online quizzes told me I scored as "punk." I think I've always wanted to be a punk deep-down. I think I could pull it off, too. But at the same time I want people to see me a certain way. Like getting a tattoo or more piercings...why should I when it could affect people hiring me or people's perception of me being responsible and trustworthy? As unfortunate as it is, most people don't like the tattoos or the multi-colored mohawk. Not saying that I don't because I most certainly do. And as much built-up anger I had at a certain point in my extremely short and unworthy life, I had at least the attitude of a punkass. Eistir told me I am just too nice to be punk. I am wholesome little Sarah Lou, friendly, outgoing, and always mindful of my surroundings. Even though I appreciate the fact so many people think me "nice," I am still slightly taken aback by people's perception of me. I am almost want to prove them wrong, but I know that really isn't me nor would it make people think better of me. I would just become the poser that tried to change because she didn't like being a good girl. How typical is that? And I hate posers, so here I stay, nice Sarah Mae, farm girl at heart, knowledgeable about music and certain genres of movies, and doesn't like change a whole lot.

Geeze, I sound like a blathering idiot. I'm sitting here drinking my Diet Dr. Pepper and contemplating on eating my leftover Chinese food from last night. Guess what? The scale in the bathroom says I have lost three more pounds since I was home around Halloween. Woohoo, three pounds. Better than nothing, right? You would never guess it by the large amount of Papa John's and China Star I put into my mouth. Meh.

What else is there to talk about? Not much. I am working on my foie gras ban speech. It's pretty grotesque if you ask me. People forcing ducks and geese to eat this corn-and-oil mixture that makes them gain weight like crazy, then they harvest their livers afterwards for foie gras. Damn, it is such brutal treatment...I hope I don't make anyone sick. *sigh* Oh, and I gave myself a huge blood blister yesterday when team shooting with Tarah. My pinky got stuck inbetween the camera and the bar that holds the camera up, which pinched it and made me want to cry but I managed not to. Just managed to get a rather large blood blister.

And now I am done with disgusting things.