Harry Potter and the Search for Oneself (try using the Marauders Map for this one Harry...)

So, I took a sorting hat quiz today, just for funsies since I stumbled upon it, which claimed (and seemed) pretty in-depth and legit. Much to my shame and chagrin, I was declared a Hufflepuff. Now, I know some people are rather fond of our badger-y friends in the halls down by the kitchens, but I for one am a very strong believer that, other than people who are particularly good finders, the House of Hufflepuff is strictly for people who are not brave enough, smart enough, or 'sly' enough to be placed elsewhere. Simply put, they are leftovers. So, it's easy to see why my personal belief system was having a meltdown over the discovery that I was 100% bland and indistinguishable. Obviously, this quiz had to be wrong. I would prove it. So, including that first test, I proceeded to take ten (yes, my nerd-dom extends that far) sorting tests, to get a fairly good sampling to prove to myself, once and for all, what house I belong to. The results:

Hufflepuff: 4
Gryffindor: 3
Ravenclaw: 3
Slytherin: 0

Shit, still Hufflepuff. I'm going to go drown my sorrows in a bottle of Firewhiskey. But it got me thinking, I don't really know if I would fit in any of the Hogwarts houses. I mean, I'm defiantly not brave (Jesus, take one look at that list of all my fears I posted, I can't even move up a seat at a concert without wanting to hurl) and though I have my moments of evil, I wouldn't say I'm cunning enough to don green lined robes, nor do I think myself clever enough to be a wise old Ravenclaw (for gods sake, look at all the spelling errors in one blog post!). I guess this all goes back to the issues I was bitching about in regards to defining myself. Maybe I've been looking at Hufflepuff wrong this entire time. Maybe Hufflepuffs aren't fails like we've all always kind of assumed. Maybe the Hufflepuff house is just for people who, at age 11, haven't established themselves as heroes, villains, or super geniuses yet. Maybe they're just all trying to FIND themselves...

Nerd food for thought.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

Apparently, that 2010-era Jessie McCartney wannabe Justin Bieber has overtaken my idol and potential lord and savior (debate to come soon) Lady Gaga for most views of a video (currently 'Baby' > 'Bad Romance'). I for one will not tolerate this. I don't know what 'Baby' is about because I refuse to watch and help the opposition but I can take an educated guess that the Biebster's got nothin on the Lady. I can assure you there will be no mobsters, fire-shooting bras, monsters, razor sunglasses, gyroscopes, or incredibly insane group dance sequences in the POS that Bieber is calling a video.

WE MUST HELP MAMA MONSTER!

Help a monster out and watch a few dozen times :)

Click This If...

So I decided instead of randomly embedding links in my posts I will actually give you some reasoning as to why you may enjoy a particular link. Hope this helps. I spend much too much time on the Internet, I know.

If you want to feel better about your life choices
If you want to think deeply about your values
If you want a tiny pin-prick of insight into the insanity that is humanity
If you want to feel better about never sleeping
If you want to set your fond childhood memories aflame
If you're trying to up your 'IQ' (Indie Quotient)
If you're looking for a small bit of hope for the future of social interaction'
If you're an online gamer
If you're sick of using the classic 'hey cutie, what's your sign' pickup line
If you hate graffiti
If you're ashamed your spouse/crush/boy or girl friend is super-lame
If you freaking love 'A Goofy Movie' anywhere near as much as I did/do

The Fate of My Life Rests in Your Hands!

So, formspring is a really stupid yet really popular website and I have to say I kinda love it although I rarely get legit questions (not that I don't love them anyway...) Its more like a site where you can express your hatred for others under a digital invisibility cloak, and since no one cares enough to harass me on formspring my traffic flow is pretty light. All I ask is that for my 100th question (AKA my next one) I want something SUPER-FREAKING-LEGIT. A question that will linger unanswered in my inbox for weeks, keep me up at night, spark various deep conversations over picnic lunches in Tyler park, and basically be a mind-fuck. Up for that challenge loyal readers? Bring it on.

http://www.formspring.me/KrystiSpadea


Oh, and if you've never listened to Regina Spektor, literally stop whatever it is you're supposed to be doing instead of putzing around online and listen to her. Personal favorites: anything off 'Begin to Hope' or 'Far'
Seriously, I have such a giant girl-crush on her right now because I just got 'Far' and it's incredible.

Ironically enough I got this picture off someone else's blog. We bloggers love us some R Spek. <3

Too Good to Be True

So, I actually misspelled a lot of stuff in that last post (thank you, oh vigilant spellers who read my blog) the spell check was just broken. Oh well, better luck next time....

Clothes Make the Person

I don't care how superficial that title sounds but secretly every single one of you who just read it was like 'mmmh, yeah.' Now, please don't jump to conclusions (I feel like I always jump to the conclusion that you all are jumping to conclusions when in reality everyone needs to just calm the fuck down. Myself included.) and assume that I'm saying that you have to be wearin' Gucci and Prada, spendin' dolla after dolla. Because anyone who knows me knows my love of Target and cheap shopping. What I'm saying is that as nonmaterialistic as you might be, when you put on something you love and think you look good in, ya freakin' feel great. Especially if that something(s) was dirt cheap. For example. I am currently (without shoes on) wearing an $11 outfit, and am in L-O-V-E with it. Add some borrowed jewelery, some gifted eyeliner (fab) and maybe some thrifted flats...grand total $25 max. And if you think you look good, you feel good. And if you feel good, the people around you feel good. And the sonic wave of lookin' and feelin' super fly continues. Be honest, how great does it feel when a complete stranger goes out of their way to compliment you. IT'S LIKE, THE BEST THING EVER! And, psych studies have shown that after being on the receiving end of a good deed/compliment that you have a high likelihood of passing it on. Meaning the cycle lives on. Basically, what I'm saying is don't go out and buy a completely new designer wardrobe, but be freaking fabulous in whatever it is that makes you feel like a million bucks (which, with inflation the way it is...oh never mind). Whether than be the newest Coach sneakers (ew, please no) or your oldest, most reliable pair of skinny jeans. And pass on. The world can always use a little more fabulous.

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UNRELATED: I would like to announce a blog-first. This is the first blog entry I have ever written and checked with spellcheck that I have spelled NOTHING wrong. WHOOO! Yay for college.

READ THIS RIGHT NOW!

I have a tendency to exaggerate but if you own and iPod and/or enjoy music then this is literally the best thing that I've learned in the nineteen plus years I've lived on this earth. And I'm quite serious (hence the boldfaced text), so brace yourselves.

YOU CAN MOVE SONGS FROM AN IPOD TO A COMPUTER.

No, fair citizens, you did not just misread the above link. I've owned an iPod for upwards of five years and I always was under the impression that the bastards at Apple were too savvy to allow this and that the process would involve lots of complicated programming, but NO! It's actually quite simple and very, very effective when either getting a new iDevice or when your hard drive crashes or whatever. And I think that everyone should know about it. Especially because I for one was under the impression that this literally could not be done, and look at me now, with an iTunes library triple the size of what is was this morning, vastly increasing the variety on my mix CDs by about 10004% And I'm getting a new iPod, with more space than I can shake a memory stick at. What a great day for things beginning with a lowercase 'I'.

On A Lighter Note

Things I Am Afraid Of

The first step to conquer any fear is admitting you have one. So here, for everyone to see, I am making a list of my fears in hopes that it will satisfy both my list craving and my need to get over some of my fears.

• Death (not my own, the people I care about's)
• 3D movies (I blame the Honey I Shrunk the Kids show)
• Failure
• Roller coasters
• Being yelled at/Getting in trouble (I blame Catholic school)
• Log Flumes
• The Future (who the fuck isn't terrified of this?!)
• Not getting a job
• Being absent (what if something important happens!?)
• Authority figures
• M. Night Shamalan making more movies
• Not doing anything meaningful with my life (see last post, I had a bit of a meltdown)
• Every 'Harry Potter' book in the world spontaneously combusting
• Losing people (Not their death, just....losing them. At this point in time, specific people, but in general, people I care about)
• The American School system
• Having a gun pointed at my head
• Being a bad sister
• Getting pulled over/Getting arrested (can't teach with a stain on my criminal record)
• Never finding someone
• Illness
• Being a bad teacher
• Public performance (singing, dancing, acting, speaking. though I wish so badly that I could)
• Not making the most of everything I've been given

Now, you're probably thinking 'Krysti, stop being such a dumb shit, if you know your fears, fucking fix them.' And to you I say 'Stop being an asshole, no one said you had to read my blog. And you trying conquering a fear of being absent.' I don't even know why I wrote these last two post, I guess it was just stuff I was thinking about and figured I should actually write something more than 'watch this video!' for once.

Oh well, the world is a scary place, little monsters. We'll just have to brave it together. G'night.

The Bitch of Living

So, I recently discovered that one of my greatest, recently discovered phobias (along with authority) is the fear of not living life to the fullest. The fear that if I die tomorrow that I'll have done absolutely nothing in my life but fuck around and spend way too much time on Facebook. That I'm not impacting the world around me, the people who know me, or really much of anything. While I just mess around, my biological clock is ticking away precious seconds and I'm spending them stumbling around or watching cartoons. I worry incessantly about whether I'm just coasting through life without trying to better myself or make any impression. I worry that I'm plain, bland, forgettable. I can't define myself, how the hell do other people. I can't shake the fear that I do nothing for the larger picture, not even a blip on the cosmic radar. That when I leave, be it for the next room or the next world I will forever be just another face in a sea of faces. I wonder if I'm too passive and that my fear of making any major waves in my little tide pool is holding my back as a person and making me incredibly boring. That my stupid list of fears of things like being yelled at, failure, 3D movies, not ever finding love, log flumes, or the unknown are holding me back. I try and be genuine but sometimes I just feel like an empty shell. I don't know who I am or what I want in the grand scheme of things and don't know what to do about it. I've always had a pretty go-with-the-flow attitude towards life, but is that making me miss out? How do I seize the day?! Is it by impacting my surroundings? Is it by having the most fun, loving what I'm doing? Is it making a difference, however small, to someone? I don't know, and sometimes, when I can't wrestle the thought of it back into the very furthest corner of my brain where I store issues like wisdom teeth, cancer, the deterioration of today's youth, body image, death and job availability, it rears its head and I just get so...phobic about the whole damn thing.

Not exactly the Gaga post you were expecting, right? But this was partially brought on by Mama Monster, whose wonderful speeches make you just want to stand up and say 'FUCK YOU WORLD I AM WHO I AM!'

But....who the hell is that?