Perhaps at a later date I may figure it out; or find someone to do so for me.
Though it would help if I knew what I'd like it to be, I suppose.
PS. Seriously, how on Earth did the term hardcore get its meaning in the context I just used it in? People are so strange....
Your result for What's your key signature?...
Three flats, honky cat.
Congratulations, you’re E-flat Major, a key to swing in. This key is THE key if you play jazz saxophone, making it a very popular key among jazzophiles. You know those stupid radio commercials you hear for “smoooooth jazz radio; KKUZ” or whatever? There’s a damn good chance that the music behind that commercial is in E-flat. Pianos and woodwinds are pretty fine with this key as well, guitars and basses being a bit left out. Who needs rock when you’re swingin’, though?
You are one loose hip dude, my friend. You take life as it comes, and you can take a beating with a smile and move along. Life is just one swinging song after another, and most of us would kill to have the suave attitude you do. But between you and us, carpe diem isn’t really THAT bad of an idea.
SONG EXAMPLE: Spiral by John Coltrane
* Actually, I could’ve named almost all the songs from Coltrane’s great Giant Steps album, a good half the songs are either in E-flat or its parallel minor, C Minor.
Happy New Year you f*****s!!!! <3 <3 <3
I love you all in the friendshippy way mah friends! Let's have fun and good times!
And be silly! No seriousness, it's lame and a drag if you are too serious.
Appreciate the humor!!!!!!!!!!!
No more classes for 31/2 weeks once finals are done!!!!!! FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Unfortunately, I must read a bunch of economics stuff that I haven't read yet.....yeah. And I got that one question so wrong it's not even funny.
Oh well, too late now! :)
I gets chicken for dinner tonight. I love chicken. I love food. I'm such a glutton, even though for every day this week I haven't really eaten much for dinner until tonight...-_-;;
I am so lazy, but I think it was partially being sick.
Woo-hoo for health!!!!!!!
I shalt not ax thee in times of misfortune, lest thou is the one in times of misfortune!
Your result for The A-Muse-ing Test...
Your muse is Thalia!
40% Thalia, 20% Urania, 0% Clio, 0% Erato, 10% Euterpe, 10% Melpomene, 0% Polyhymnia, 10% Terpsichore, and 10% Calliope!
Thalia is the muse of comedy and pastoral poetry. She is known as "The Blossoming One." Thalia inspires comedy and happy endings. She may be seen with a shepherd's hook, a comic mask, or a wreath of ivy.
Call on Thalia when you need a smile or a laugh.
Just close your eyes and let your imagination take you away. Think about a beautiful woman coming toward you and you notice something funny about her. Perhaps she's wearing a clown nose or greets you in a mask with a fake smile. Whatever the case she can help you in your comedic endeavors. She will be the one that sits in the audience as you entertain and laughs the hardest at your jokes and routine. With Thalia you will never lack for something to smile about.
I'm so crappy at helping people feel better....especially the people that matter. Ugh.
What the fucking Hell, this sucks and blows badly.
Michael's better at this than I am, half the time....geeze.
I needs help, but I don't know who to ask for it!
I'm glad this semester is almost finished...maybe I'll have more time to figure everything out.
Even more-so than Steve and his hw-point-whoring ways.
Anyway, it was the slogan generator, and I typed in Man-whore, and it gave me "We Do Man-whore's Right."
I cracked up. Laughed hysterically. Etc.
In my soul, anyway.
I couldn't help myself...it was just too funny not to share! ^_^;;;
So, today my sister and mom went to pick up Sirabi's ashes. The container sounds pretty. Al said she opened it up, which surprised me, 'cause when I was little I tried to open up the container with one of our ferrets ashes in them, but I never could get it open.
Apparently they put the ashes into a clear bag of some sort, probably plastic. I guess that's the only reason you can open it up. They probably didn't do that for the ferret's ashes, so that's why it wouldn't open.
That's my guess anyway.
I kinda want to see what they look like....but at the same time I'm creeped out beyond all belief.
Al says they're cream with some brownish flecks, and that some pieces are larger than the fine grains that make up most of it. She thought they were grey in color, not cream. For some reason, I already knew they weren't grey, and I'm not sure why.
I suppose it's because the skin color of people is cream or brown, earthy colors, and bones are white, or off-white or whatever, alive, and so the ashes wouldn't be grey like firewood. It's all convoluted and odd, my thought process.
Yeah...I just....I don't think I'll ever know how to feel about this. Death is as annoying as life when it comes to emotions, but without either, I'd have nothing.