Spontaneous Idealist (SI)

Spontaneous Idealists are creative, lively and open-minded persons. They are humorous and dispose of a contagious zest for life. Their enthusiasm and sparkling energy inspires others and sweeps them along. They enjoy being together with other people and often have an uncanny intuition for their motivations and potential. Spontaneous Idealists are masters of communication and very amusing and gifted entertainers. Fun and variety are guaranteed when they are around. However, they are sometimes somewhat too impulsive in dealing with others and can hurt people without really meaning to do so, due to their direct and sometimes critical nature.Spontaneous Idealist

This personality type is a keen and alert observer; they miss nothing which is going on around them. In extreme cases, they tend to be oversensitive and exaggeratedly alert and are inwardly always ready to jump. Life for them is an exciting drama full of emotionality. However, they quickly become bored when things repeat themselves and too much detailed work and care is required. Their creativity, their imaginativeness and their originality become most noticeable when developing new projects and ideas - they then leave the meticulous implementation of the whole to others. On the whole, Spontaneous Idealists attach great value to their inner and outward independence and do not like accepting a subordinate role. They therefore have problems with hierarchies and authorities.

If you have a Spontaneous Idealist as your friend, you will never be bored; with them, you can enjoy life to the full and celebrate the best parties. At the same time, they are warm, sensitive, attentive and always willing to help. If Spontaneous Idealists have just fallen in love, the sky is full of violins and their new partners are showered with attention and affection. This type then bubbles over with charm, tenderness and imagination. But, unfortunately, it soon becomes boring for them once the novelty has worn off. Boring everyday life in a partnership is not for them so that many Spontaneous Idealists slip from one affair into another. However, should the partner manage to keep their curiosity alive and not let routine and familiarity gain the upper hand, Spontaneous Idealists can be inspiring and loving partners.

Adjectives which describe your type
spontaneous, enthusiastic, idealistic, extroverted, theoretical, emotional, relaxed, friendly, optimistic, charming, helpful, independent, individualistic, creative, dynamic, lively, humorous, full of zest for life, imaginative, changeable, adaptable, loyal, sensitive, inspiring, sociable, communicative, erratic, curious, open, vulnerable

These subjects could interest you
literature, art, music, parties, concerts, travel, dancing, eating out, joint pleasure

No real update, sorry. I wrote like 3 different posts and deleted them all because I did not like them. I'll try again later.
(Not to make this a complete waste, I did start up on Ritalin today. This is a new drug for me, and from what I saw today, it works nicely. I was actually able to read, and I read three short stories and a poem. It was FANTASTIC.)

I feel like I should write some more. I kind of miss writing, so I am going to take this re-posting of a meme from Miss Joly as an excuse to update everyone who actually still uses LJ on my life.

The bad:
-When I returned this Summer, I was informed that my mother was diagnosed with a rare strain of kidney cancer. Within a week, she was in surgery to have a seven and a half pound tumor removed.
-Last Sunday night, I waited outside for an hour watching my neighbor be taken away in an ambulance. She died overnight in the hospital of congestive heart failure. She was about to undergo her third round of chemo for her recurrent breast cancer.

The good:
+My mother is recovering from surgery very nicely. She actually just drove herself to the movies to see Mama Mia! with a friend (Mrs. Calhoun, who has been exceptionally good to us during this time period).
+My friend Adam was given the news two days ago that he is officially, after several years, cancer free.
+I was fortunate enough to spend six weeks with my sister studying in Moscow, and it was absolutely amazing. I fell in love with Russia, met scores of incredibly interesting, awesome people from all walks of life, and learned a bit of the language at the same time.
+I spent the day yesterday at the Mayhem Festival. While most of the bands were terrible, I met some cool people, ran into a few old friends of mine, and had an all around amazing time.
+I'm still alive and well.

I'll try to update soon with a post that's a good mix of style and substance, as opposed to pure substance so it isn't such a chore to read. But for now, I willleave you with this meme stolen from Nicole Joly.

1. name:
2. birthday:
3. place of residence:
4. what makes you happy:
5. what are you listening to now/have listened to last:
6. do you read my lj:
7. if you do, what is particularly good/bad about it:
8. an interesting fact about you:
9. are you in love/have a crush at the moment:
10. favorite place to be:
11. favorite lyric/quote:
12. best time of the year:
13: a recent picture of yourself:

RECOMMEND
1. a film:
2. a book:
3. a song:
4. a comic book:
5. a short story:
6. a TV program:

PLUS
1. one thing you like about me:
2. two things you like about yourself:
3. put this in your LJ so I can tell you what I think of you.

Stolen from Rikki because what else is there to do at this time of night?
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Edit to my previous schedule post:

Physical Chemistry I has been pushed back until the next Fall, and has been replaced by Physics I (they don't offer P-Chem I in the spring, apparently, so I am taking the semester to brush up on my physics).
Matrix and Linear Algebra has been replaced by Honors Computer Science, and has been postponed indefinitely.
Calculus w/ Analytical Geometry III has been bumped up to Honors.
Neuroscience and the Music is closed. :[

Not much of an update, but everyone is posting their fall classes, so I figured why not?

This fall, I'll be taking:

Calculus w/ Analytical Geometry II
Organic Chemistry I
Analytical Chemistry + Lab
Nanophotonics
Cinema Survey (:D)

It's a heavy load, but I'm a heavy guy so it works out.

Bonus! pending spring schedule:

Calculus w/ Analytical Geometry III
Matrix and Linear Algebra
Organic Chemistry II
Physical Chemistry I
Neuroscience and Music


If you haven't posted yet, what are you taking?

Actually stealing this from Laura because I need a break from homework.

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I think there is something wrong with me, chemically. Neurologically, maybe. Something up there is misfiring or just plain not connecting. My moods do not make sense anymore-- often they are inappropriate for the given situation, and are unnervingly fleeting.

To make it clearer: after an amazing evening of relaxing with my friends, as I walk home, I'll feel a pang of guilt or sadness. I have no current obligations being neglected, and no reason to be upset, but this sudden emotion will be so poignant and repugnant so as to be uncomfortable.

Conversely, at the time of writing, I am in philosophy, a class in which my grade of an 'A' is secured, and I only attend out of respect for the professor and my grade. It only follows that I am bored out of my skull, and every morning I absolutely dread attending. So why, then, do I sit here positively elated? It is eight in the morning, I only had three hours of sleep, and yet I feel amazing. To complicate things further, I even took my Concerta today, which usually serves to make me feel like crap.

I understand that by their very definition, emotions are illogical, but this is absolutely absurd. There is no rhyme or reason to how I feel at any given moment. I'm getting tired of this.



O, profound coincidences! The topic of discussion in class just shifted to 'what makes you happy?'

http://andrewdepeluche.blogspot.com/

I just went ahead and make an actual 'blog'.

I woke up more or less on time today — on time being 6:30 for an 8:00 class. I set up my coffee maker to brew around that time so i’d have a cup to wake up to, but for reasons unbeknownst to me, it didn’t start and I had to start it myself. C’est la vie, I still had my coffee (for those interested, Coffeemate’s™ Blueberry Cobbler [limited edition] non-dairy creamer powder is amazing).
I grabbed my breakfast, consisting of a cup of tangerines, a granola bar and a bottle of Lipton’s™ diet white tea with raspberry, and headed to the student union to meet up with Elyssa Calhoun so we could head off to philosophy together. Along the way, we ran into Dr. Nguyen, our professor. We said hello, to which he replied “Hi. Are you in my class?”

Needless to say, I sat front row center today.

Class was interesting, again. We discussed Care of the Soul, the philosophy of being a good person. Or something close to that.
Being right in the line of fire, Dr. Nguyen questioned me, lengthily, about whether, given the choice, I would date a beautiful girl or an intelligent one. I answered honestly, saying I could never get a[nother] pretty girl, but after discussing it with him, I realized that I could not put into words what makes an intelligent girl appealing.

“So you say it makes her interesting?”
“Yeah, I suppose.”
“Interesting how? If you tell your mother that your new girlfriend is interesting, she’d say ‘Oh, that’s nice.’ But what can she say besides that? What does interesting mean?”

Gah.

We also discussed the 3 traits an ideal mate should have.
The first is intellect. They should be intelligent. But, intelligence can also be used for evil. Ergo, the second trait is a moral will. Right from wrong, good from evil. A developed sense of judgement. But then, what’s to say they won’t be boring? So, the third trait is a creative mind — spontaneity.
Honestly, though, there is so much more than that. Rikki fit all three of those things, and while it was wonderful for a long time, in the end we weren’t right for each other. Now I just need to figure out what the rest of the pieces are, what makes someone right for me.

Now i’m sitting here in the cafe with my new buddy Kristyn Larsen (Shannon’s friend), typing, and... I suppose i’m happy. I like it here.
Last night, Joey Amil and I went to the reflecting pool (the large fountain in the middle of the campus), and just sat on the steps talking for half an hour. Almost nobody came by and bothered us, and we just talked. I got a chance to think about things, and I feel good.



In an hour, I go to my sociology class. If I get inspired, I may write about the second half of my day later.
Don’t worry, once I get back into the swing of things, my posts won’t be so boring.


But right now, this is for me.

The root of “happen” is “hap,” the Middle English word for “chance” or “luck.” That is also the root of the modern English word “happiness.” This is an indication of how little we know ourselves, how materialistic and externalistic and shallow we habitually are. We think happiness “happens.”
--Peter Kreeft, Philosophy 101 by Socrates

I really like the smaller of my philosophy textbooks (Philosophy 101 By Socrates, Peter Kreeft)

"[Y]ou shall hear from me the whole truth; not eloquence, gentlemen, like their own, decked out in fine words and phrases, not covered with ornaments; not at all — you shall hear things spoken anyhow in the words that first come. For I believe justice is in what I say."
--Socrates, at his trial

First day of school wasn't bad at all. I did wake up an hour late, but because I had actually planned to wake up an hour early it all canceled out (I refuse to believe that it is spelled canceled and not cancelled, but whatever).
My Philosophy professor Dr. Nguyen is a really funny guy, and an amazing teacher. He teaches through the Socratic Method (it's philosophy, duh) but he does so to such a degree that you end up rethinking anything you believe about the question. And it's only the first day.
The girl next to me, as sweet as she was in the beginning of the class — complimenting me on my shirt — was absolutely incensed when the teacher rejected her answer outright. She was muttering under her breath for a good minute. Then again, her answer was kind of pretentious and... of dubious quality.

Between classes, Elyssa Calhoun and I went to get our textbooks from the book store, and after she left for her Astronomy class, I relaxed in the cafe and transcribed all of my notes from philosophy into an outlining program that I found hidden in the depths of my mac.
I ended up recognizing this girl Kristyn whom I had met once before (in 8th or 9th grade...). She's a friend of Shannon and the gang, so she's a friend of mine. I sat next to her while she read, and ended up reading my philosophy assignment (10 solidly interesting pages) about 3 times. The author is absolutely brilliant.

"'Know thyself' was inscribed over the Delphic oracle's temple. It was the first commandment of the god Apollo, who supposedly inspired the oracle (the 'Sybil,' a prophetess who spoke in the god's name). The second was 'nothing in excess.' These two commandments summed up the wisdom of Apollo."
--Peter Kreeft, Philosophy 101 by Socrates

It's nothing special, but it isn't dry and boring. Shut up, I like it.

After Kristyn and I parted ways, I went to my sociology class, where, while waiting outside, I was approached by Jose, an aerospace engineering major from Guatemala who lives off campus with his brothers. He had recognized me from our philosophy class, but it didn't go much further than that.
In class, I sit down next to a girl who kept dropping her pencil (I, of course, was gentleman enough to keep picking it up for her), and eventually just collapsed her desk and sent her stuff flying everywhere.
The girl behind me was giving her number to the girl sitting next to her, when her friend proclaimed "Yeah, why not just tell everyone here!" So, she finished her number a bit more quietly. Obviously, I turned around and asked her to 'repeat that last part.'

The class went off without a hitch, except once the professor didn't give us enough time to copy a slide. But with my new outlining software, I kept it all neat and organized. Hooray!

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I've been walking so much lately that both of my achilles tendons are strained, and my legs feel like i've worked them out.

Which, incidentally, I am about to go do with Joey Amil.

So, I bid you adieu until next time.

[cross posted to facebook for kicks.]

I don't know if it's a streak of eh birthdays for me, or if I just can't top the 16th, but i'm hoping next year's will be better.

One new shot up on deviantArt.
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53798169/

It is a huge departure from... well, anything I have ever done in the history of ever.
It is one shot of Kitty Simmons that I particularly liked from the photo shoot Faron and I did to make the slide show for "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake.

I may put up a few more from the shoot, there are quite a few that I like (Kitty hates all of them, but nyah).

I have not taken any photographs in some time. I need to plan a trip to somewhere soon, even if it is just myself. I just am not able to bring myself to snap around my neighborhood. I tried a few times and nothing really worked for me.

Thanks to Rikki for getting me to ride the Hulk, I am no longer afraid of roller coasters. I actually kind of like them a lot.

Grad Bash was a blast.
Our bus broke down on the way back and we were two hours late, but I didn't care. I don't even think I knew. I slept the whoole way.

Then I came home and I think I slept until 5:30.

P.M.

Got my first detention ever today because I forgot my i.d.
I registered to vote.

Garbis announced she is retiring.



Stephen and I found protein shakes we can stomach.



Good day? Bad day?
I was kind of in a haze all day.

Holy banana crackers, Batman! I'm posting.

Spring break was fun. I spent just about every day with Stephen, watching movies.
We watched:

300
Ocean's 11
Ocean's 12
Wild Hogs
Grindhouse
The Reaping
The 40 Year Old Virgin
Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby

There may have been others, but I can't remember.


Last night was prom.
Lots of pictures, stifling hot suits, and pretty dresses on prettier girls.
Rikki, looked great, as per usual.
I danced. For quite some time.

Then, IHOP. I had chocolate chip pancakes, and Rikki's bacon. :D


The most amusing part of the night?
Sarah K and Will M ballroom dancing to the rap music.

Homeless men skipping.

More on that later.

Alright, so...

UF waitlisted me.
They don't expect to utilize the waitlist at all.
They tell me interviewing is futile.
They tell me that they won't accept transfers unless I have an A.A. (which takes 60 credit hours).


So the plan is:

I go to college. If I can transfer later, I transfer.
Anyways, I get my bachelors, I get my masters, and finally I get my doctorate.

Then, I change my name to Andrew Doom.

Then, it won't matter what I do, because damnit, i'm Dr. Doom.

Almost all of today's shots were downright awful.

I took 104, and kept 14. And I don't even like them much at all.



The lighting was bad, but that wasn't the issue. It'd be nice to have a larger aperture lens, but those are expensive as zooms. Very expensive. I might have to hunt down that 50mm f/1.4.

I couldn't find much within 2500 feet of my home that I wanted to take pictures of, so I forced myself on a few subjects. It was, for the most part, a disaster.


I want to go to the zoo. Lion Country Safari.

Today I did something I haven't done in a long time.

When I got home, I whipped out my camera, walked outside and, over the course of the day, shot about 150 pictures. (Of course, after cutting out the crap, I am left with about 50 something pictures, which is actually a really god percentage.)

It felt good. It was fun.
I shot ducks, I shot a baby egret, I shot trees, feathers, plants, flowers. I shot hawks, I shot sunsets. Hell, I shot dirt.

From this point forward, the camera does not get put away. It will sit on my desk, within arm's reach.
I figure that if the camera is accessible, I will actually use it instead of letting it be a very expensive way to fill a backpack.

I might post some pictures if there seems to be a point to it.

Mmm, deferred from UF.

And sick.

Yay.

Yeah, so being home sick, i've learned some weird things.

For instance, the four most shoplifted items from supermarkets are, in descending order:

1. Meat
2. Analgesics
3. Razor Blades
4. Baby food



I hope, for the love of god, that they're not all taken by the same people.

Honestly, there is no way that I could put all of those together in one situation with a positive outcome.

Setting: Here and now.
Conflict: Israel/Arabic Nations -- Holy Land

Bailiff: All rise, the honorable Judge Andy is presiding.

-all rise, I enter and sit at my judge bench pew beema thing-

Me: Alright, what seems to be the issue at hand?

Arab Nations (AN): He's a stinky poopy head and took our land and...

Israel (Il): No it was ours first! It's ours! See? -licks the land- Do you want it now?

AN: Hey! That's OUR holy land!

Il: Nyah!

Me: Quiet, both of you, or nobody gets the holy land and i'm turning this car right around!

-bailiff fastens his seat belt-

Me: Thank you. Anyways, you were saying?

Both: -noise pollution-

Me: (interrupting) one at a time. Arab Nations, you first.

AN: They're sitting on our holy land and we want it back!

Me: And you, Israel?

Il: It was our holy land. Is. Is our holy land. And they keep touching me and won't stay on their side of the car.

-Israel sticks out its tongue. The Arab Nations start crying-

Me: Decorum, please. Arab Nations, there is to be no crying in the courtroom/minivan. Israel, if you keep sticking your tongue out like that a seagull is going to snatch it.

-dramatic pause to regain composure-

Me: Now, Arab Nations first, what gives you the right to this land?

AN: A book.

-Israel snorts-

Me: Israel, is there something funny here?

Il: All they have is a silly book. WE have a SCROLL.

Me: And who, pray tell, wrote these deeds to this land in question?

Both: God.

Me: Oh? And where did this god sign it? Is there a by-line for proof, maybe a copyright stamp or a page where this god gives thanks? How about a bibliography in the dust jacket?

-silence-

Me: What proof do you have?

Both: They told us.

Me: They who?

Both, stammering: Th..They did.

Richard Dawkins: Your honor, as neither the defendant nor the plaintiff, whomever that may be, has actual proof that their god wrote those articles, I move that we strike both pieces of evidence from the record.

Me: Both articles have been stricken. Struck. Stroked.

-murmurs in the peanut gallery-

Me: Now, seeing as both parties no longer have any conclusive evidence giving them rights to the land in question, I hereby order all of those occupying it to evacuate within the next twenty four hours. The territory will be given to the Swiss as neutral ground, where they may do as they see fit, so long as what they see fit is to build a Disney Land. As for the holy land, both parties present are given visiting rights, along with an inaugural pass to the new Jerusalem Land good for one year. Israel, you can take your pick of one of the other countries, as long as its a small one. As for the country Israel chooses, all of its inhabitants may stay if they so choose, but they must play nice. If not, they may choose to "move in" with one country similar to their previous land, and add a hyphen between the names.

Court adjourned.

Played with still life today for a photo assignment.
Here's one I liked.

~58 minutes ago, they hung Saddam.

Totally random insert.

I think I prefer the old english punctuation style, where exclamation points are not used like periods are, but rather to indicate excitement and do not give cause for a new sentence.