personality
i am an:
this makes me an idealist at heart, which has its ups, but definitely has its downs too. sometimes i need that slap in the face to realize how messed up the world is, but until then the glass is always half-full. a light bulb moment on my personality quirks: this description fits so well with the fact that though i do not believe every bit of philosophy or theology i am told (on the contrary, my mind buzzes with activity just picking up and tumbling concepts) i do flit to and from idea to idea like an intellectual butterfly trying to find what is sweetest. read here for the full description of my personality archetype, the champion idealist.
never taken the myers-briggs? well, don't miss out!
and if you are confused about what each letter represents, like me when i first took it, then check this out for simple clarification.
random story.
i had the strangest dream last week, and for some reason it is just bizarrely funny to me. i was helping out as a camp counselor for admissions here at faulkner during the summer. i'm out in the empty parking lot between the business building and the law school, and i'm about to lead a bunch of high schoolers in jumping jacks or some kind of kid exercise, when out of the back door of the admissions office come a group of people, who turn out to be the 3 snotty kids from napoleon dynamite (vote for summer!). so they're all wearing their ugly gym clothes, and come to find out they've just replaced the entire camp counselor staff for the summer. anyway, don (the guy who got pimp-slapped by napoleon) starts yelling at the kids and telling them all of these super wonderful things about faulkner university, like how we give kids new cars and laptops and have a student multiplex, all of which is obviously false. after a few minutes he notices that the fired counselors, including me, are still standing there befuddled, so he tries to start ushering us toward the building while still lying about the school. i suddenly leap out in front of him and start screaming profanities and exposing his lies to the kids, earning an awesome response of dumbfoundedness from don and his little preppy toads. the kids are laughing, it's all a riot, and before the punk can say anything i kick him in the crotch and bolt for my apartment. on the way i see brian harris, who happened to see everything from far away, and we laugh it up for a minute before i hurry home. the end.
now what on earth does that mean?
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