What is your Myers Briggs personality type?
As I haven’t taken a Myers Briggs quiz in a while, I did. And I got INFP: The Mediator.
INFP personalities are true idealists, always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, INFPs have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine. Comprising just 4% of the population, the risk of feeling misunderstood is unfortunately high for the INFP personality type – but when they find like-minded people to spend their time with, the harmony they feel will be a fountain of joy and inspiration.
What is your zodiac sign?
I’m a pretty fair Taurus.
What does your name mean?
As a matter of fact, I just happen to have a handy dandy work tool to help me out with that.
I got Hufflepuff here.
But my results are pretty close to each other:
Hufflepuff – 12
Gryffindor – 11
Ravenclaw – 10
Slytherin – 10
What are your learning styles?
I took the quiz, and got some pretty clear results.
This quiz says I’m 75% right brained.
What is your blood type?
I’m A+, and I’m sure I can still readily draw a unit from anyone eligible. But this is what it’s supposed to mean:
• Presence of mind, serious, patient, calm & cool;
• Coherent character, can be relied on & trusted, but stubborn;
• Plan everything out beforehand, and carry out tasks with seriousness and consistency;
• Try to be fair and find the ideal outcome to any situation;
• Tend to keep themselves separate from others, especially those who don’t share their opinions;
• Tend to try and keep their emotions and thoughts hidden from others, and share them only when comfortable.
What career are you meant to be in?
Which Divergent faction do you belong in?
The quiz says: Dauntless.
What is your birth order?
I’m the oldest of four. Megan, as the oldest also, offers these traits as commonly found among oldest:
- People pleasers
- Natural leaders
- High achievers
- May be bossy or a know-it-all
- Are often very organized and prompt
- May be overachievers
- They may behave in a very authoritarian manner, especially towards younger siblings
- May seek attention – in both positive and negative ways
- Often controlling
- May become compliant and nurturing
But since most of that is more my younger sister than me, I’ll take the quiz. Which says I’m a natural leader even though I answered that I wouldn’t volunteer and I would just get the damn coffee. Whatevs. I’m a complaint people pleaser, at least.
Phew! That’s a lot of linking and copy/pasting on my phone at work. And I know the images aren’t going to look right, but I may fix them when I get home. Feel free to answer yourself!
Here’s a NaNoWriMo tag from Amanda McCormick!
- How many times have you done NaNoWriMo? I’ve officially participated the past three years, but four years ago I got all gung ho about it and then it didn’t happen.
- How did you first find out about NaNoWriMo? Well, I don’t remember exactly, but four years ago I read something about it somewhere–I know, super specific–but I didn’t realize it was something you actually went somewhere to sign up for. I’d figured that out by the next year.
- What was the name of the first novel you attempted with NaNo? It didn’t have a name, the poor thing. But it was about a suicidal alcoholic, apparently–I just went and read what I wrote in 2011. I’ll have to revisit it after this year’s NaNoWriMo.
- Give us a 1 sentence summary of what you’re writing this year. This year, I’m writing Pictures of Myself, about the importance (or unimportance) of memory.
- What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever been given? Write!
- Did you ever take a year off from NaNo? Why? Not yet, but I haven’t finished just as many times as I have.
- What’s your biggest inspiration when figuring out what to write? Dreams, actually. When I do write down scraps of dreams, they tend to work out well.
- Read us the first sentence from one of your novels. Dear Diary, I feel a little silly writing that, but I’ve always wanted to.
- Why do you love writing? Because it’s the greatest thing ever! Because it’s fun, because I’m good at it! Because I love writing.
👻 Favourite scary must read for Halloween: I generally read whatever calls to me; I don’t think I’ve ever read a scary book for Halloween. I’m in the midst of three or four right now, but the last book I read a page in is Killashandra. Not scary.
🍭 Scariest Book Cover, Like Ever. This is a tough one. I can’t possibly remember all the book covers, even of the books I’ve read. If you go read Michelle’s original post, she chose Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, but I really had thought of it before I read her post. I will say the scariest image I ever got from reading something was the end of Robert Bloch’s Enoch. Oddly enough, there’s a character named Enoch in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children.
👻 If you could pick any author to go trick or treating with, who would you pick? Harlan Ellison. He seems so charismatic and fun to bullshit with.
🍭 If you could dress up as any bookish character for Halloween, who would you be? Cirocco Jones, but the one from Wizard, in a serape. But I’m afraid I haven’t the nose to do her justice.
👻 If you could find anything, from any book, in your trick or treat stash, what would you hope to find? A time belt.
🍭 In what fictional world would you like to go trick or treating? Stephanie said the Shire, and I just can’t beat that.
👻 What book villain would you not like to meet alone in a dark alley on Halloween? They’re a pair, but Croup and Vandemar from Neverwhere.
🍭 Would you rather dress up as a vampire, zombie, werewolf or a shadowhunter? A zombie, because there’s so much latitude as far as appearance.
👻 Pick a candy (just one) from Harry Potter that you would love to find in your stash. I googled, and I pick Ice Mice. They sound so cool. Hear your teeth chatter and squeak!
🍭 What is your favourite Halloween candy? I used to love candy corn, but now I don’t. Cadbury makes Halloween Creme Eggs now, so I’ll go with those.
Feel free to participate!
Anah slammed the fridge. “There’s nothing to eat again! The only half decent thing in here is that pineapple fruit salad, but it smells like it’s gone bad. When’s Mom going shopping again?”
Her brother Zeke crossed his hands behind his head as he tipped his chair back just a bit farther. “Probably about the same time you get all your homework done before it’s due.”
“One day you’re going to fall and scratch up the floor, and then we’ll see who’s a smartass, buddy,” she sneered back at him. “Tell them I’m going out. Be back later!”
Zeke called behind her, “Wear a condom!” as the chair legs thumped to the ground.
Anah sighed and rolled her eyes. It was such a pain having a brother who was a certified genius, although she admitted it probably wouldn’t be so bad if he acted like it once in a while. She paused to straighten her jacket and nodded at herself in the full length mirror by the front door.
She hit the sidewalk with a spring in her step that belied the fact that she was dying to get her license. Sure, her family lived in a large suburb of a large city, with public transportation galore, but that just isn’t cool. Her own car would be cool; even driving one of her parents’ cars would be cooler than nothing.
Anah’s boyfriend, Hugo, lived six houses down. He was sixteen days younger than Anah, so he had neither license nor car. She crossed through his yard, leaping over an abandoned toboggan, making a beeline for his front door.
Hugo’s sister June answered the door and jerked her head toward Hugo’s room. “He’s back there being weird. Don’t bother me.”
Anah smiled sweetly at June as she brushed by. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” The two girls had a long history of treachery towards each other, dating back years before Anah and Hugo got together. June enjoyed being nice to everyone’s face, while spilling the beans about them behind their back. Anah couldn’t stand her, but she put up with her for Hugo.
The door to his room was closed, all the way, which was unusual, since the frame had warped when a tree limb fell on the house last year during the bad wind storm. Anah tapped lightly, then tried to push the door open. It wouldn’t budge. She could hear Hugo in there talking, and it sounded like he wasn’t alone. It sounded like there were three or four other people in there, actually, and Anah beat on the door with her fist and called his name. “Hugo?”
She heard something sliding across the floor, then the door opened so quickly she almost fell into the room. Hugo’s eyes were wild, and his hair was sticking straight up. Anah peered around him, only to see several large cardboard boxes.
“What on earth are you doing, babe?” she asked, taking a step to look inside the first box. It was full of VCR tapes. She picked one up to read the label, only to find that it was some episodes from the third season of Night Court. June’s warning that Hugo was being weird echoed in her head.
“I have to find something,” he answered, checking the hallway to make sure she was alone. “I have to find it tonight.”
“Find what?” Anah leaned over to turn down the volume on whatever video Hugo was watching on his laptop.
“No!” He rushed to stop her. “You pressed the space bar. Dammit!”
“Hugo, I–I don’t know what is going on with you right now, but I really don’t like it. Does your mom know you’re acting like this?”
Hugo wasn’t paying a bit of attention to her; instead, he was readjusting the volume. He turned it up just in time for Anah to hear one line clearly: my advice is to not let the boys in. It was all too much for her.
“Hugo, I came over to see if you wanted to get something to eat, but since you’re busy, I’ll just ask June. See you later.” When Hugo failed to look up, Anah left his room, closing the door behind her.
She was just about to knock on June’s door when she remembered that June didn’t want to be bothered. Anah wavered a moment, then went ahead and knocked anyway. June didn’t answer, so Anah turned and went to see if she was in the kitchen.
June was in the kitchen, chopping up some celery.
“Hey, you weren’t lying when you said Hugo was acting weird. Do you want to go get something to eat with me? I am not up for dealing with whatever brand of crazy he’s on right now,” said Anah.
June adjusted her grip on the knife and looked Anah in the eyes. “You know what? Yeah. Let’s go. I have to tell somebody about what’s been going on today, and it might as well be you.”
Anah was taken aback by June’s abrupt agreement, but rolled with it. “You still like Waffle House?”
“Whatever,” June shrugged.
The Waffle House was only four more blocks away, past an elementary school that Anah and June hadn’t attended since it opened when they were already in high school. The two girls made the trip in near silence, even though Anah was practically bursting at the seams to find out June’s story about Hugo.
“Zeke?” Anah was surprised to see her brother already sitting a booth when they walked in. “You hate Waffle House.”
“What are you talking about, Anah? I love the cheesesteak omelets. You know that,” he answered.
June slid into the booth on Zeke’s side, and he put his arm around her when she was close enough. Anah was really confused now. “When did you two get together?”
June laughed her meanest laugh. “We’ve been together for three years, loser. You just never paid enough attention to anything outside your little world to notice it.” Zeke laughed. He laughed. He and Anah shared normal sibling rivalry, sure, but he had never been outright mean to her.
She didn’t know what to say; she turned and left the restaurant. Her footsteps fell faster and faster until she was back in front of Hugo’s house.
She opened the front door and went to his room, where the same voices were coming through the door. She opened it and smiled at Hugo.
“Hey babe, let’s watch some Night Court, whatever that is.”
Susie is a friendly neighborhood blogger who named me to participate in a quote challenge she was given yesterday. Thanks, Susie! I’m always up for some good quotes, so here goes:
Day 1: “There is another life I might have had, but I am having this one.” –Kazuo Ishiguro
I first read this at my quote hub, Dancing My Way Through Life, Loss, and Books. Stasy always shares amazing quotes! Spoiler alert: all of my quotes will probably be from her.
Here are the rules of the challenge:
- Thank the blogger who nominated you.
- Publish 3 quotes on 3 consecutive days in your blog. It can be your own, or from a book, movie or from anyone who inspires you.
- Nominate 3 more bloggers to carry on this endeavour.
Everyone is of course welcome to participate, once, twice, or all three days–even forever, if you can do that. But I’ll actually pick some people here:
My head has been killing me, so to save figuring out what to write about, I asked Ian for a prompt.
- Two days ago, on paper maps.
- Last February, on selfies.
- New Year’s Day, on being hip.
- April 2013, on Generation X.
Surely there’s more? I only searched generation, so maybe with gap? No, nothing relevant. I could have sworn there’s more; I’m sure there is, but I have too many words here to find it. And my brain is fried with pain.
I’m done here. Raw onions are as bad as peanuts.