Bits from another analysis thingy

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This time, a handwriting sample. Here are some random (scarily correct) bits.

wahgnube is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect his ego when he feels hurt. He pokes people harder than he gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.

wahgnube exaggerates about everything that has a physical nature. Although he may not intend to deceive or mislead, he blows things way out of proportion because that is the way he views them. He will be a good story teller. wahgnube has a vivid imagination.

wahgnube will demand respect and will expect others to treat him with honor and dignity. wahgnube believes in his ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. He has a lot of pride.

wahgnube’s true self-image is unreasonably low. wahgnube also has a fear that he might fail if he takes large risks. Therefore he resists setting his goals too high, risking failure. He may tell you his dreams but he is living in today, with a fear of making a change. No matter how loud he speaks, look at his actions.

In reference to wahgnube’s mental abilities, he has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. His mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. He can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. wahgnube can then switch into his low gear. When he is in the slower mode, he can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. He is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.

wahgnube has withdrawn into himself. He is reserved and shows his feelings only at times of great anger, extreme passion, or tremendous stress. wahgnube is an introvert. He makes decisions based on logic, therefore he is rarely impulsive. He doesn’t find any need for expressing his emotions. In fact, he probably sees this emotional expression as an unnecessary waste of time. He has a hard time relating to an extreme extrovert, although it is common for him to be attracted to one. Many people do not understand wahgnube; it is difficult for them to really know how wahgnube feels. wahgnube enjoys being alone, and probably prefers working alone.

wahgnube’s basic nature is to look out for himself first. Although he can and does feel emotions, perhaps as deeply as anyone, he just almost always harbors them inside. The first time someone angers wahgnube, he probably will not say anything to that person at that time. However, he will mentally keep track of everything this person does wrong to him until he cannot hold his emotions inside any longer. Then; Boom! wahgnube will cloud up and rain all over them. And he will never regret telling someone off, because he knew what he was saying the entire time.

wahgnube will be candid and direct when expressing his opinion. He will tell them what he thinks if they ask for it, whether they like it or not. So, if they don’t really want his opinion, don’t ask for it!

wahgnube can be defiant. He sometimes has the attitude that if someone doesn’t like it the way he is doing it, then they can just “go to hell!” This trait may reveal itself in a rebellious nature that is always ready to resist forces which he thinks are infringing upon his freedom of action.

wahgnube likes test results that talk about wahgnube in third person. Because wahgnube thinks that’s cool.

Way too much excitement

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Way too.

I had trouble with my credit card’s magnetic strip a while back on this vendor’s reader. I had then applied for a new card after listening to this speech from the old bank lady as to how men don’t take care of their stuff as well as women, and how I wouldn’t have worn my card out if I were a woman. Since I didn’t get my card in a few weeks, I decided to speak to my bank people about it today. It turns out the READER was screwed and my original card was fine, AND because my new card didn’t come in the mail, it was apparently stolen (they used the word ‘compromised’). So now I get to

a. Monitor all recent expenses and make sure nothing is wonky.
b. Have my card ‘cancelled’ until another magically fresh new one comes in the mail. Hopefully for real this time.

Woohoo. But of course, it gets better.

I’ve not been carrying my camera anywhere recently because I have a strict threshold on the number of things I can have on hand and not lose. I broke the rule today, and ended up leaving my camera bag on the bus this morning. (Some 800+ dollars worth of camera, half a gig of memory, some filters and other thingamajigs). I happily get to work and was IMing my brother about something and he’s like ‘sweet, send me a picture’. Of course, I then realize my camera is missing.

Instead of breaking out into a frenzied panic like a normal person, I got in touch with the transportation service folk, and charted out my bus’ route some one hour into the future and eventually caught up to it, and my camera bag. Everything was there, thingamajigs and all.

I then got to hear the bus lady’s version of how women are so much more careful with their things.

No, I’m kidding. She didn’t say anything but her look told all.

For some reason…

Amazon keeps thinking I am this post-breakupal woman and constantly recommends books of this sort to me.

Not like I’m complaining.

(That book’s awesome. And I will go on the record and state I am getting a copy soon. I will also like to go on the record and state, I wrote “I dedicate this book to the very special woman who inspired its existence. May I never be inspired so again.” on my treatise before I saw this book.)

Dazed coffee hatred

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I woke late. But I’ve been feeling tired all day. It’s like, you’re in this state when you aren’t really awake, but quasi conscious. I drag my dazed self across my home to find an empty fridge. There is nothing really exciting to eat. And by exciting, I’m including milk for some overly colourful, overly sweet cereal. I step out, hoping to rectify the situation. Either snap myself out if this, or at least gather groceries. It’s very cold, and very wet outside. I walk straight past the grocery stores and stumble into a coffee shop.

I hate coffee.

Not that I’ve ever tried it, but I can’t stand the smell. I end up drinking more hot chocolate than is good for a person. I leave the place at what? 5 – 6 in the evening? Yes, I just spent my whole day in a coffee shop.

I still hate coffee.

I buy tickets for this show at a neighbouring comedy club hoping that’d brighten my evening. Instead, I hobble home and crash into bed. I end up missing the show.

Now it’s past 1 AM. I’m cold, hungry, sleepy and have this eery feeling I’ve ordered way more games and things for my gamecube than I really need while not-entirely-awake.

There will be a lot of returns in my future.

It’s a pity coffee doesn’t come with fortunes like fortune cookies. Not like it matters, I hate coffee.

Home sweet home

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[This was typed up last evening, but due to flakiness of the stolen internet connection, I only got to post it today.]

It feels nice to be at home and in my own bed again.

I got back home late in the morning to a ton of spam, a bunch of packages (surprisingly? unstolen) at my doorstep (including a free, as in libre, copy of the book Free Culture courtesy of the FSF) and a bunch of notices informing me my Gamecube had gotten here while I was away. In a little while, I attended some classes and got back to work. I left relatively early, (after all the tales of the journeys had been exhausted, of course). I’ve been feeling insanely sleepy and tired today (I mean, I had to leave to the airport at some 5 in the morning). I had some plans for the evening with someone, but canceled to stay in and go to bed early. I ended up sorting travel receipts and other such nonsense instead.

And I cannot believe how much goes on in this little town and how colourful and alive it is. I feel spoilt, and I love it.

And in other news, I removed my earring for the first time. I am not entirely sure I know how to put it on again however. I really don’t think these things through as carefully as I claim to.