"ENFPs are initiators of change who are keenly perceptive of possibilities, and who energize and stimulate through their contagious enthusiasm. They prefer the start-up phase of a project or relationship, and are tireless in the pursuit of new-found interests. ENFPs are able to anticipate the needs of others and to offer them needed help and appreciation. They bring zest, joy, liveliness, and fun to all aspects of their lives. They are at their best in situations that are fluid and changing, and that allow them to express their creativity and use their charisma."

- Myers-Brigg Type Indicator

The Myers-Brigg Indicator is a personality test that was created by Swiss Psychologist Carl Jung and it is based on four categories - Extroverted/Introverted, Sensing/Intuitive, Thinking/Feeling, and Judging/Perceiving.

So apparently I'm an ENFP ( extroverted-intuitive-feeling-perceiving) person, on two different websites that I've taken the Myer's Brigg Type Indicator test. I never really thought of myself as extroverted - it's painful for me to talk to new people about important things - I'm okay with chitchat...sorta...I get kind of tired of conversations sometimes. But my percentage of introverted answers is like 48% and my percentage of extroverted is like 52%.

So I took the RideOn to my Colby College interview today...and I got lost! >.<

But my interviewer was soooo nice. I almost feel like I don't deserve it. It was at the Department of Health and Human Services and the security there is unbelievable. It's almost like going into an airport.

It's so fun to go on the RideOn and watch people. I know that kind of sounds creepy but I like to eavesdrop and imagine what kind of person the rider is.

And...I talk to myself when I'm walking down the road alone. I call myself names when I get lost and I ask questions to nobody in particular. I guess my voice keeps me company. I bet people who walk down the street and look at my lips moving must think that I'm crazy - that I talk to myself...which I do! But not in the way you might think. Honestly!

I bought a Cranberry Orange Muffin (despite its name, it is actually really good!) from Starbucks and went to Rockville Library to eat it and browse through books. This little boy kept walking past me and looking at my muffin...I was very aware of his gaze, he even looked over my right shoulder to peer subtly (or so he thought) at my muffin...but I didn't want to share it with him. My muffin! And then I finished the muffin which made me even more hungry. And the little boy trotted by again! I imagine he was quite disappointed to see the crumbs left in the little Starbucks bag. Too bad, little boy.

And then I got home and was informed that my baby brother had stolen chocolate from my room and eaten it. My chocolate! :(

I just finished reading My Sister's Keeper, and it is one of the best books I've ever read. This is probably the only book where I cried after every other chapter. It's a story about a girl, Anna, who is brought to life only to be a donor for her sister who is dying of leukemia. If you were brought to life for one reason and that reason was taken away - who are you? Full of secrets and lines that describe life perfectly, its a must-read!

So...I was very productive today. Yupyup. I shoveled my entire driveway (which is pretty damn long) in an hour, and built a little snowman per my baby brother's request. I have to say, it's been a while, and I love it!

And my whole family is sick, except for me. I'm kinda terrified that I'll be next in line. My baby brother is coughing like crazy - we took him to the doctor and my dad is upstairs, bed-ridden and my other brother is lounging around our living room like a wheel that's lost its grease. My mom's on drugs...well medicine, but tis still drugs...

Well...I'm done!!! With my SIP atleast...its been a long and tiring road...but I'm finally done!!! Party time, party time, party time!!! It ended up being an 11-page research paper, with 44 footnotes and 4 Appendices.

I've been having strange dreams. Like killing my English teacher...I felt so terrible I woke up and was frozen with fear. I wonder what I'll dream about tonight. Failing my exams, no doubt.

I really like the Ralph Waldo Emerson quote because that's how I've been dealing with life lately.

Just one day at a time. That's a little problematic at times though. Like when you find out you should have studied for exams weeks before. >.<

So now its onto JJ Express Magazine...my children's magazine to inspire youth to be passionate about something in their life, through art.

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