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Modern, Cool Nerd
69 % Nerd, 56% Geek, 13% Dork
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For The Record:
A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
You scored better than half in Nerd and Geek, earning you the title of: Modern, Cool Nerd.
Nerds didn't use to be cool, but in the 90's that all changed. It used
to be that, if you were a computer expert, you had to wear plaid or a
pocket protector or suspenders or something that announced to the world
that you couldn't quite fit in. Not anymore. Now, the intelligent and
geeky have eked out for themselves a modicum of respect at the very
least, and "geek is chic." The Modern, Cool Nerd is intelligent,
knowledgable and always the person to call in a crisis (needing
computer advice/an arcane bit of trivia knowledge). They are the one
you want as your lifeline in Who Wants to Be a Millionaire (or the one
up there, winning the million bucks)!
Congratulations!
Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in either of the following:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Professional Wrestling
Love & Sexuality
Thanks Again! -- THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 80% on nerdiness | | You scored higher than 82% on geekosity | | You scored higher than 8% on dork points |
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[21 Aug 2005|12:15am] |
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Greenday- Letterbomb |
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I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the woman who cannot find support within the either sexual community because I like both women and men.
Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.
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| I'm stealing this game from Erik |
[20 Aug 2005|09:10pm] |
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Lifehouse- You and Me (I know, its sappy but I like it...) |
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1) Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2) I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3) I'll pick a flavor/color of jello to wrestle with you in.
4) I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5) I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6) I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7) I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8) If I do this for you, you must(read: should) post this on your journal.
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| Name this song |
[20 Aug 2005|12:57pm] |
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Can't tell you- it'll give it away |
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See if you can name this artist, song, and the T.V. show which had the best use of this song.
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Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.
I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain't right,
Surely that ain't right.
Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
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[16 Aug 2005|09:43pm] |
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I hurt right now. Really hurt.
I feel like absolute scum. I feel heartsick. I feel depressed.
And its all my fault.
fuck.
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| My week has been pretty great |
[04 Aug 2005|08:28pm] |
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Rent: Take me or Leave me |
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I have had a decent week so far. I found out that my therapist is NOT leaving me! She’s going to be in Ann Arbor for at least another year, which is a huge relief. I felt selfish being so happy since she’s stuck here instead on San Fran, but oh well. Yay for me!
I have a car now. Unbeknownst to me, my parents had been looking for a junker that I could use around town. But they ended up finding a good car for 2 grand. And they paid for it and everything. So when I came home Sunday night (after an exhausting 4 days working a bike tour) I had a car waiting for me. I felt like I won the price is right!
N. and her boyfriend D. came to visit and I had a geat time. I really miss N. and D. was absolutely hilarious per usual!
I managed to survive until payday without running out of money completely AND I paid the cable/telephone/and internet bill. Damm, I feel good!
I found out that Angelina Jolie is bisexual. Just like me! I told Sarah this and she was like “yeah I know-wait you didn’t know about that”. Where the hell was I when this info was spread? Here is a blog post that has pretty much one of the sexiest pics of her I’ve seen (don’t worry its not pornographic!)
Oh and Sarah said that if Angelina was ever a possibility that she would give me permission to sleep with her….so long as I share.
And I have a beautiful girlfriend who is in Chicago and I miss dearly, but whom I have excellent conversations with.
Yup, its been a good week…..
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| Huh. |
[20 Jul 2005|04:41pm] |
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The humming of my computer |
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So I just found out that my main blog has been linked to by a very prominent Michigan law student blog. One which is read by professors, administration, and students. I don’t know if this is a good or bad thing. On the one hand, I am not ashamed of anything I’ve posted. And it would be cool to have a brand new reader base. On the other hand, I don’t know how I feel about others finding out that this is my blog. And they will seeing as my handle is the same one I use for another site which has enough info to reveal my identity.
Huh. Well this is a situation I didn’t expect to find myself in. Whatever- nobody will probably read my blog anyway.
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| If you care... |
[19 Jul 2005|05:27pm] |
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I have another blog. If you're interested its www.syd32.blogspot.com I tend to be more social and political on that blog.
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| Well, this isn't good |
[19 Jul 2005|05:25pm] |
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Nas- Street Disciple (the album) |
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Things have just gotten complicated.
So I’m supposed to go to Chicago this weekend to see Sarah. Its been a while and I’m excited to go. Except I went to go buy my train ticket and its $95 bucks. I don’t have 95 bucks. So I tentatively asked my parents if I could borrow their car to go out of town. They said probably not. Now I may not be able to see Sarah.
This is not good.
I am not happy. This is probably the last weekend that I have available to go to Chicago and see her before classes start and I can’t leave Ann Arbor.
Fuck.
I need a plan...a good plan...and I’m coming up with diddly at the moment.
Fuck.
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| I've actually got shit to do?! |
[19 Jul 2005|01:40pm] |
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Death Cab for a Cutie- "A Lack of Color" |
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I’m having a super busy day at work. I’m not sure I like this. When I first started this job, I basically did nothing but answer the phone, make coffee, and read/write blogs. Now I’ve found myself seriously working the last two weeks. I’m not really upset about it- just surprised. I guess I had gotten used to the laziness of being able to focus on me while at work which was something I could never do when I was at the Law Firm.
Maybe my laziness is a warning sign to me about law school. Am I too lazy to make it past my first year? We’ll find out I guess....
god this is a boring post.
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| my weekend |
[18 Jul 2005|10:11am] |
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Lunatic Calm: "Sound of the Revolution" |
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I am all moved in!!!!!
I finally have my own place again- I honestly don’t know how I’ve gone so long without it. My roommate’s dad is crazy and got all into the fact that we were moving into our apartment so he went out and bought us: a dark wood kitchen table (price: $800), a 30 inch high def t.v. (price:$1100), a glass t.v. stand (price: $150), and her a executive desk chair (price:$113). Yeah, C. and I looked at each other in amazement when he came back. C. was like “who are you and what happened to the asshole that is my father?! But we’re not complaining! The only thing we need now are living room couches so we can watch out beautiful t.v. Those get delivered on Wednesday.
We do NOT have internet and its driving C. and me crazy. I can’t check my email, update my blog or live journal, check other blogs, or do anything fun in general. And it sucks. Big time. SBC says that we should receive everything we need to set up our internet by Thursday. But when have you ever known internet company providers to a) actually show up/give you what you need on time or b) NOT make the internet set-up so complicated that you end up spending hours on the phone yelling at them? We’ll see how it goes.
Harry Potter is AWESOME!!! I won’t spoil it by giving away the ending but lets just say if you’re not my little brother you did NOT predict what was going to happen. My little brother still is gloating about how he basically told us everything that was going to happen. Getting Harry Potter was an ordeal though. I spent all night Friday moving and had finally gotten things set up so I could at least sleep in a bed that night. This was at 11:00. I then raced over to borders to pick up my reserved copy of Harry. But when I get to Borders, there are hundreds of people jammed into the store. People had been there since like 9:30 pm. And they were giving us tickets that told us what block we were in so when they called your number/block you could get your book. I was #432. So I got to borders at 11:35. I left Borders at 1:20am. I was pissed because I kept getting calls from everyone who went to meijers and Kroger to get their books who waited maybe 5 min. But I couldn’t leave Borders because I had to use a gift card to pay for my book. Needless to say, I was not pleased. But I went home and was able to read till 6am. But if you haven’t picked up Harry, you really need to. Its AMAZING!
Okay,. I’m done babbling for now.
5 days until I see sarah!
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| Money Problems |
[15 Jul 2005|10:00am] |
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Liz Phair |
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I have no money.
Literally no dinero. I don’t know how I’m going to make it until next pay day. I have a whole list of things I need to buy- most notably groceries. But I have to pay for therapy, and I really need to get my hair done before I go see S. but I also need to buy a train ticket so I can go see S. And oh yeah- I need to buy Harry Potter tonight. Fuck me.
I guess I can charge my train ticket on the Amex and once again max that card out. I can pay for today’s therapy appointment with my capital one card. I will wait to pay for Monday’s appointment next Friday. I will eat all weekend at my parent’s house. I will see if I can beg money from my parents to pay for hair appointment- which I need to make ASAP. And I can use my capital one to pay for Harry Potter. That way I can avoid using what little monies I actually have just in case I need to get cash quickly.
I really hate money. Like really, really hate it. Do normal people have to struggle this much or is this another symptom of being working class?
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| Moving sucks dude |
[14 Jul 2005|03:19pm] |
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Nothing- just the sound of my fan |
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I move tomorrow and frankly its going to suck.
The upside is that finally I will be out of my parents house. I’m telling you there is a reason why people don’t move in with their parents after college- its simply just not meant to be.
On the downside there is heavy lifting and sweating involved in moving. Plus because I’m extremely anal, I have to have everything put away as quickly as possible or else I get very annoyed. All I really want is a tv that works and internet access, but of course neither of those things will be fully up and running for at least a week. Grrrr- me not happy about that!
On a good note, I’m going to Chicago next weekend to see S. I can’t wait! I love Chicago and I love seeing S. so it should be a good time. I’m hoping to go out dancing with Erik and Bethel and maybe Stacy. I had a ton of fun dancing with Stacy and Justin the last time Erik and I were in Chicago together. I wonder if Stacy even remembers who I am….. Anyway, I was telling S. that I want to have a crazy party night where we start eating and drinking early and we keep going till like 4 in the morning. And then I want to go home and have crazy naked sex with S. Can you tell that its been a while? I care about S. a lot but this long distance relationship thing is strangling my sex drive! But I really want to see S. I just want to kiss her and hold her and really not get out of bed. Ah well- I only have a week.
But back to the crisis at hand- Moving. I have to buy bedding, a bed, plates, glasses, alcohol, a t.v. stand, desk, water filter, and food & toiletries. All on $142. Something tells me that I’m going to fail……miserably. I wonder if its too late to start begging for government assistance?
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| girlfriend or lover? |
[14 Jul 2005|02:00pm] |
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John Legend: Solo Sessions |
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I don’t know how I feel about the term “girlfriend”.
It just seems so childish, a term that the really young or immature use. Now, I know I tend to shy away from using terms to define my relationships so this might be contributing to my aversion to the term girlfriend. But I honestly prefer to use the word lover. Hmmm lover- it sounds so much more fiery and passionate. Even saying lover makes me horny and I want to find my girlfriend, throw her up against the wall and fuck her brains out. But girlfriend seems insipid to me….very junior high.
So I guess the next term to use could be partner. But that seems cold to me, very business like. There is no passion or warmth in partner; instead all I instinctively think of is obligation. And frankly, I feel so many other obligations in my regular life that I don’t want to see S. as an obligation. So while I get the aspects of partnership, I loathe the term.
I don’t want S. to call me her girlfriend. I don’t want her to call me her partner. I want to be her lover. And she is mine.
Too bad if I were to go around and call S. my lover I would be looked at as an oversexed bisexual freak. Which, aside from the freak part, is no untrue.
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| Why journal? |
[14 Jul 2005|12:55pm] |
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Velvet Chain |
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Why journal? I already have a blog which I write on fairly frequently. So why am I using live journal too? I’m not exactly sure why. I think maybe its because my blog- and the other blogs for that matter- satisfy the intellectual part of me. I can use those blogs as a way to express my political and social justice opinions. Plus I can develop my abilities in debate and constructive political discourse.
But what I miss is being able to just write. To just say whatever is on my mind and not double check it for error. Plus I want the freedom to just write whatever happens to be on my mind at a particular moment.
I want to be able to talk about my personal sexuality and the experiences I have as I explore my new relationship with S. I want to be able to feel free to comment about my life and my personal identity development. And frankly, if I want to act like a child and bitch, I want to have the freedom to do so.
So I guess that is why I’m choosing to journal. Hopefully this will be a positive experience for me.
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