This was so on the money that it’s creepy.

the Romantic
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“I am unique”

Romantics have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.

How to Get Along with Me

* Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me.
* Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself.
* Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision.
* Though I don’t always want to be cheered up when I’m feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little.
* Don’t tell me I’m too sensitive or that I’m overreacting!

What I Like About Being a Four

* my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level
* my ability to establish warm connections with people
* admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life
* my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor
* being unique and being seen as unique by others
* having aesthetic sensibilities
* being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me

What’s Hard About Being a Four

* experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair
* feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don’t deserve to be loved
* feeling guilty when I disappoint people
* feeling hurt or attacked when someone misundertands me
* expecting too much from myself and life
* fearing being abandoned
* obsessing over resentments
* longing for what I don’t have

Fours as Children Often

* have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original game s
* are very sensitive
* feel that they don’t fit in
* believe they are missing something that other people have
* attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc.
* become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or not understood
* feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents’ divorce)

Fours as Parents

* help their children become who they really are
* support their children’s creativity and originality
* are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings
* are sometimes overly critical or overly protective
* are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed

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Obviously, new layout. I think it’s sexy. You probably do too. If you don’t well, then you suck. Yeah, no modesty. I like it. I’m proud of it.

Anywho. Father’s day. Mine was unique. I spent time with my soon-to-be stepdad, Stan. And then took flowers to my father’s grave. It was weird. Every other time I’ve been down there (It’s been almost ten years since he passed.) I haven’t had a problem with it. I never really cried a lot. But yesterday, when I went down, it was weird. I just started bawling. It was just weird feeling.

On the way home from there, I did a lot of thinking. I really think it was good for me. I’m just going to leave that at that. Details later. Promise.

And because I haven’t plugged it in awhile… join my fanlisting.

[Edit] Okay, because this blog is lacking some substance… lets play a game. I want you to pick one word you would use to describe me. (Even if it’s your first time here!) And then tell me why. [/Edit]

[Edit (Again)] So yeah, I just spent the better part of 45 minutes locked out my house. See, our lock on our basement door (We don’t use the front, in fact, no one in the house even has a key to it.) died so we had to get a new one. Well this new lock, you can open it from inside while it’s still locked. And yeah, stupid me, went out to grab the mail, DIDN’T think about the fucking door. I locked myself out barefoot, in my pajamas. I tried all of the windows on the bottom floor, all locked. I climbed on the roof, those locked too. UGH. So I walked across the street to ask the neighbor if I could use the phone (No one is home besides me.) Yeah, they weren’t home. Neither were any of my other neighbors. So I ended up walking down the street to Jason’s house praying that someone was home there. (I had a feeling Mrs. Cheryl and Mr. Gino wouldn’t be.) but I was REALLY REALLY hoping that either Jason or Chris would be. And thank god, they were both there. Jason opened the door and looked at me, sporting Mike’s polar bear boxers and the t-shirt I had on last night, barefoot, and just gave me this look, like wtflol. He was like, “What’s wrong?” I was like, Dude, I locked myself out of the house. Like a dumbass. I need to use your phone. So I called my grandparents, and they brought over a front door key. So much love to both Jason and my grandparents. [/Edit]

[Edit (Yet again)] Curse Elyse for tagging me. Though, it does give me something to do…

5 things in my refrigerator:
1. Dr. Pepper
2. Leftover Mac and Cheese
3. Tequlia Rose (My whole family seems to have a fondness for it…)
4. Whole Milk
5. Copaxine (My Mom’s MS medicine)

5 things in my closet:
1. Clothes, LOTS of clothes
2. My filing cabnet (Yes, a real one)
3. Milkcrates full of junk
4. CD cases
5. My wide range collection of shoes I don’t wear.

5 things in my purse:
1. Cigarettes (Marlboro Milds)
2. Makeup bag
3. Ice Breakers Ice Cube Gum (Dragonfruit Flavor, Mmm)
4. Cell Phone
5. Burts Bees Baby Bee Buttermilk Lotion

5 things in my car:
1. Rougly 200 CDs
2. Maps for Maryland, Virginia, Pennsylvania, Deleware, West Virginia, and North Carolina (Hey you can get them free at toll booths!)
3. Ipod
4. Sleeping Bag
5. Empty Cigarette packs, Lots of them. (I need to peel the miles off…)

SIX people to get tagged!
1. Meg
2. Irene
3. Christina
4. Katriona
5. Anes
6. Janet

And yeah, I know, I really should have just made a new entry, but dammit. I didn’t feel like it.[/Edit]