WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. A HUGE RAT JUST DASHED ON MY WINDOW SILL! HORRORS!

Your Brain is Orange

Of all the brain types, yours is the quickest. You are usually thinking a mile a minute, and you could be thinking about anything at all. Your thoughts are often scattered and random - but they're also a lot of fun! You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about esoteric subjects, the meaning of life, and pop culture.

Uhmmmmkay. I are scatterbrained.XD

Hawdeehawdeehaw! My brain has finally tuckered itself of anything--I mean anything at all!--to write.XD Which means! I shall never have to be writer after all!XD MUHAWHAWHAW. I shan't have to go through all the buggerific writing workshops and and writing congress chuva eklats that shall have to grill my supramegafartingly creative brain cells into atomic bits of decomposing matter.XD To think, I have a spectrum of lucrative careers to choose from:

(1) I can always be a web designer. With me dear ol portly jolly brother already in the web designing business I could just plop my ass in front of him and nag him away into bringing meself up under his tutelage. And so I shall have to suck all his futuristic technological web 2.0 wizardries whereupon I shall have to hack my way into google and nobble all their yottabyte archives and crawling robots and make meself the Goddess of the Information Superhighway. The next search engine: gugol. Very ingenious, innit?XD

(2) I can be a graphic artist! Work in Cartoon Network or make radical cover designs for Marvel Comics! Or the Opinions section of the Philippine Daily Inquirer! Or I can just simply put up my own television station and hire the best newscaster-performer-stand up comedian-marketer-producer-etcetera all embodied into one entity that is me!XD YES. I shall have to hire myself and pay meself as well. Rats, have to do all the accounting and marketing and advertising and management and such real world buggershits all by meself.XP

(3) Or. I can always go back to the mathematics department and trudge the seemingly capricious fluctuations of stock markets, investments, world banking networks, real estate, and even underground mafia drug trafficking. (Wait. How did I get into drug trafficking??o_0 Nay of course, assembling chemicals for manufacturing drugs require nice (and by that I mean scrupulously accurate!) now, where was I?? Yes, nice err, whut?? Damnit. I'll get back to that.)

(4) I could be an interior designer! Or an architect! I shall have to build monuments that'd even make them Egyptians rise from the grave--just like how Jesus did (both of them are zombies.XP)--and stand aghast at the staggering grandiosity of it all! I shall create bridges that'll connect all the islands in this country and unite them all under one power--under me!XD Then I shall have the title The Bridge Goddess! Nay, The Goddess of Bridges Above the Seas Connecting All The Nearly Sinking Islands of The Philippines Due to Global Warming!XD

(5) I can be a philosopher-physicist-biologist rolled into one! I shall have to explicate the seemingly theological perspective all things scientific that've been rankling all spiritual gurus who have transformed into atheists, and scientists who have been morphed into theological sophists incessantly bickering over the most basic element of matter that is ENERGY which is the ONLY machinery generating all the wondrous results of neuronal complexities in the brain otherwise known as mind, spirit, god, and all them spiritual bullcrappits that're actually but hidden beneath the multi-dimentionality of matter (Yes! It's all but matter!), and are mistaken for mysticism which of course has spawned the very foundation of all religions and other spiritual movements in the world.

(6) I can be whoever I want to be and I can be as filthy fucken rich as I want to be, surrounded by mundane superficialities of this pluralistic world, BUT I dare not. Because that is not my interest. No matter how much I am swayed away from this damnable writing career that I have steadfastly devoted all my life to I shall have to fight back and prove myself that I am not merely "a jack of all trades and a master of none," for I am the master of my own destiny and I am the only one responsible to make it the grandest as it should be. Even if I shall have to make my works posthumously appreciated, never you mind, never I mind, this is what I want, and even if I shall have to push myself down the abyss of physical torture, financial poverty, and emotional collapse, my soul is driven to divine wonders of which I myself do not comprehend, or to which I have not a smattering to undergo.

To FUCK with the world! WOOHOO!XD

Now where is that alcohol.......XP

And just what the hell is this all about?? you ask? (I am just surmising you are asking for what have I the gall to surmise that you are asking on my behalf otherwise.XP) Well.:D I just flunked my short story for my creative writing class this morning!XXDDD Mind, I wrote it with a hammering hangover and a depleted mental afflatus to begin with. So my story ended up GENERIC. MUHAWHAWHAW.XD Yunno, the ones that sound like those in children's fairy tales.XD Very smart, that I am.:DD Lesson learned: write children's stories instead.:D

Once upon a time there was a booger sitting in the cave of your nose... MUHAWHAWHAW.XDD

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