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I knew I'd eventually forget about this place. Unfortunately the 'oh this site is abandoned' cycle has to be broken, because it's Friday night (well, Saturday morning), there are a trillion things I should be reading, and none of the internets happen to be working. Oh, joy. Here, have something dull to fill up the bleak dullness that's been occupying the nonexistent sense of everything on here.

Your result for The Beverage Identity Test...

Beer

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So, we all know that people aren't beverages, and trying to drink other people won't end well for anyone. If you were a drink, though, I think you'd be a Beer of some kind. Corona, maybe. Or Heineken. Possibly Stella Artois. Possibly Hoegaarden White. I'll let you pick your favourite.

Why'd I say this? In the grand scheme of things, beer is certainly a more potent drink than some - after all, it's alcoholic. It packs a decent enough punch to take people down after long enough - although it's not as rough as some of the other choices (let's face it, drinking whisky straight, for example, would rough you up more than most beers would). Aside from that, it's fun. It's a perfect social drink. Who doesn't like beer?

In fact, I'm going to give you, and only you, a site dedicated to beer, just because you're special, and this amused me. So if you're a beer fan and you like the idea of reading haikus about beer... well, you know what to do.

Now, to break down your score a bit more clearly...

You measured as somewhere in between popular and alternative. This may mean that you hover somewhere between left and right in your overall attitudes, or that your tastes are just a tiny bit left of centre, but still accessible.

You also measured as somewhere in between gentle and caustic. This may mean that you're capable of being a bit more hot-headed or fiery in your demeanour, or that you can be a bit more assertive - but you don't go overboard and you have your calmer moments, too.

Finally, you measured as somewhere in between serious and playful. This may mean that you have found a good balance between being introspective and analytical, and being a bit more outgoing and silly. It may also mean your sex drive registers somewhere towards the centre. I had to group both of these areas under one variable.

I know you must be thirsty, but why don't you take another one of my tests? They're really good. Honest.

The Non-Sequitur Personality Test

Almost guaranteed to tell you absolutely nothing about yourself.

The Verbal Obscenity Test

Are you the type to let loose with a forked tongue?

The Underwear Personality Test

Go on... find out what underwear you should be wearing. If you should be wearing any at all...

The Celebrity Misbehaviour Test

What sort of celebrity would you become? Extra, Tabloid Trash, Oscar Nominee or Heartthrob?

Is Your Boss Evil?

... you know, they might just be really stupid.

The Excessive Cuteness Tolerance Test

Prepare for a barrage of puppies, kitties, bunnies and babies.

The Scatterbrain Test

Can you keep focused on everything around you?

The Homicidal Maniac Test

Should we be afraid? Should we be VERY afraid?

The Internet/SMS Literacy Test

Do you know your LOLs from your LMAOs?

The Shampoo Commercial Suitability Test

Don't worry if you're bald, you can still do this one.

Finally, for those of you who would love to know what other drinks you could have scored has... I couldn't fit all the links here, but feel free to jump across to my journal here to see all 27 possible results. You're welcome to let me know what you thought of the test, too!

Take The Beverage Identity Test at HelloQuizzy

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Y'know what's freakin' sweet? Python beer.

Holy html pwnage! You know that the internet is becoming a creepier/more depressing/cheapened/wasted place when Paris Hilton gets herself a Photobucket account... (Now I also feel like this site is completely tainted because I linked a Paris Hilton-related thing, I say you should just forget that you even heard about it. We'll all probably lead less miserable lives that way and might even eventually come up with a solution to that petrol problem.)

I kinda like (and by like I really do mean notice, with JUDGEY EYES) how the bottom of this posting page says 'create this awesome entry'. Heh, y'know, because I bet my ass that half the entries that get posted here (or anywhere, really) don't entirely live up to this subconscious (or not) promise of awesomeness (I mean, take THIS place for example. LOOK AT IT. IT'S DISGRACEFUL). Not that I have the authority to say, really, but whatever.

Ps. Oh look, I can actually edit the date/time on this now, yayyyy.

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Scott Weiland wrote, "And I feel, so much depends on the weather".

Boy, was that drugged-up bastard* on to something.

So, it's 12:20AM on a Sunday morning. It's been raining ALL DAY, which is ultra-rare (it's also not turning into snow which is ultimately quite sad), and I guess the fact that I'm not stopping myself from writing any essays because I don't have any (which is AMAZING) makes it EVEN odder.
Anyway, back on this pointless justification about feelings and weather (I get distracted a lot, something you'd notice soon enough. I also like to quote things, because it makes me feel intellectual). Saturday night. See, I could be at friend's place, pwning everybody's asses at Guitar Hero and eating crisps, or being the totally hardcorely bitchin' student I am, I could be out drinking myself into partial comas or paying too much to get into bars that I don't even like being at.
Instead, I stayed on the couch, eating a bag of crisps and watched episodes of Black Books and The Office for what would have been the twenty millionth time***. And y'know what, it feels pretty darn good.

Right, to the actual point. Intro posts. Sigh. I dread the whole idea of starting a new webplacethingy. Mostly because there are about eight or nine other webplacethingys floating around that I've oh-so-happily neglected because I just plain didn't see the purpose of going back, forgotten my passwords/usernames (who knows how many I've managed to come up with over the years) or just got bored. This is me, I SUCK at finishing things (I also suck at starting, but we don't have to get into that now). So there. But for some reason I heard about a site somewhere that gives you moneys! And money equals nice things, such as Radiohead boxsets, tickets to Bill Bailey, beer, etc and a pony. So there. I signed up a week or so ago, and as usual, couldn't be bothered doing anything here. I'm full of excuses for myself, such as "I can't think of an entry title oh well let's just close this window for the 200th time.." or "Nah, I should properly start this on a better-sounding date, y'know, like first of the month or something, so I can make more sense to myself or something." But hmm, June 29th shall have to be it I guess. I'll take that. (ps. No, none of this should be making sense to any of you.)

As you may be able to tell, it's all rubbish at the moment, I have no idea how to customize this damn thing (even after training myself on 763496969 other blogs and social-networking places), and the premade layouts are ridiculously bad. So I'll just have to make myself something pretty and awesome. Eventually. Man, this blows. What the hell, "for all the cows" is my webspacethingy name? Lame, even if I quite like cows. This write-an-entry page sucks too. I can't even change my font sizes. Or italicize my damn words. Come on! I'm even on a PC here, they're supposed to be superior in the userfriendlyness. Oh look, the timezone on this is screwed too! DO I HAVE TO GO ON?

Wow, see...now, that looks like a good lot of words. So much for not knowing what to say on these things. Yeah. Anyway, hello. Let's all hope that I can keep this going.

*As much as I look up to the man and love his music to pieces, I'll have to say that you know you ARE pretty screwed if even SLASH** thinks you have a drug problem.
**As much as I look up to the man and he is one of my favourite guitar players, etc. Oh, you get the point.
***I exaggerate.

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