2002-06-21   12:34 a.m.

"sarah, your key motivator is rooted in your need to understand the world around you. you're driven by what experts call curiosity."

that's what emode's new motivation test gave me when i clicked for "more information" on my results. see, the disturbing part is that my emode name is "jon" and my result was prestige

well, sidetracked by this little flaw in coding, i decided to take their iq test as well. i spent about half an hour on this stupid thing (and being constantly interrupted by people on aim), which i found to be really low-level, then i got my score of a 144. that doesn't sound too bad at all, since i remember frasier crane and his brother niles (from the show "frasier") had something around 128 and 134, respectively. so hey, i'm smarter than a couple of fictional upper-class psychologists... did i mention they're very witty? but anyway, here's the kicker:

i went to see which questions i missed, and after clicking on the link i was greeted with: "you scored 82 on emode's iq test. this means that based on your answers, your iq score is between 72 and 82. most people's iqs are between 70 and 130." god dammit, can't you people do anything right? so, if your name is sarah, and you've been receiving jon's emode results, and you're wondering what you got wrong on the iq test today, you definitely got the one with the two-tone squares and and circles wrong by answering 'a' instead of 'c'. oh, and you're also very curious.

so, besides swimming about in the sea of inept programmers (i think it's ironic that somebody who's writing scripts to report on people's intelligence can mess those scripts up like this), i have had other things happen. i suppose i should have started with the beginning of my day, but stream of consciousness is a bitch, and i'm in the [bad]* habit of starting some things with a quote.

*according to some english teachers who're just tired of grading similar papers

well, my parents woke me up around noon (i know, harsh) so i got a shower. it wasn't until Brytne reminded me on the phone that i realized today was kfc's free popcorn chicken sample day, but only from 11 am to 2 pm. it was about 1:20 pm when we left for cape, which makes this feat impossible -- never move to a rural area. ever. so, we got to kfc in cape at around 2:10 so we had to fork over the buck ninety-nine for popcorn chicken, but it was really good. the mashed potatoes and gravy side was good, but about 10% the mass of my dad's side of potato wedges, which cost the same. ghey.

we looked at the rv and went to logan's roadhouse for dinner, which was nice. i got the teriyaki chicken over rice with a loaded baked potato and salad + thousand island. y'know, watchin my figur and all. we rented ocean's elven, which i had seen, and drove home. everyone seemed to enjoy the movie. then i came in here and found danny's 3109578109358 aim messages, most of which were worthless, but one of which struck my eye: "$$"

apparently his neighbor (whose name is apparently gayla, which will make my job of not bursting out laughing very difficult) wants us to "move some rocks with a wheelbarrow" and wants to "pay us well". so i'll be doing that tomorrow, since you all care so much what i do (legally) for gas money. just kidding, i haven't started trafficking yet ;)

kyle

badump, badump

badump badump badump badump badooooooooo

c'mon, it's pink panther!