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You have a heartsick soul! You're the type of girl who always has a crush and is writing their name on all your books; a hopeless romantic. Waiting for that prince charming, you take love seriously, but still play any chance you get. You can have a lot of boys who are friends, while still waiting for that perfect boyfriend. Sometimes you are discouraged because there are no sparks, but if even the smallest thing happens, you're on Cloud 9. You believe in true love and wait for it... just dontbe afraid to take a chance.
Love is all about risks.
What Kind of SOUL do you possess?
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*** The 'summary' beneath the picture -is- slightly modified. Anyone taking the quiz can, after completion, opt to 'see all possible results'.... and will note that I've tweaked the answer for punctuation and grammar. Also of note; there was a question where I was torn between two answers. Changing that single question changes my answer to 'Lost Soul'. Yes, I'm obessive; if you're just figuring that out, you really need to try and catch up. :p
TOOLS OF THE TRADEBy Dr. David Richardson - Langley, B.C. |
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<div align="center"><img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1078085833_sheartsick.JPG" border="0" alt="heartsick"><br>You have a heartsick soul! You're the type of girl who always has a crush and is writing their name on all your books; a hopeless romantic. Waiting for that prince charming, you take love seriously, but still play any chance you get. You can have a lot of boys who are friends, while still waiting for that perfect boyfriend. Sometimes you are discouraged because there are no sparks, but if even the smallest thing happens, you're on Cloud 9. You believe in true love and wait for it... just dontbe afraid to take a chance.<br>Love is all about risks.<br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Iceangel143/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20SOUL%20do%20you%20posses%3F%20(For%20Girls%20only)%20Incredible%20Anime%20Pictures!/"> <font size="-1">What Kind of SOUL do you possess?<br>For Girls only, with Incredible Anime Pictures!</font></a><br> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font></div>
*** The 'summary' beneath the picture -is- slightly modified. Anyone taking the quiz can, after completion, opt to 'see all possible results'.... and will note that I've tweaked the answer for punctuation and grammar. Also of note; there was a question where I was torn between two answers. Changing that single question changes my answer to 'Lost Soul'. Yes, I'm obessive; if you're just figuring that out, you really need to try and catch up. :p</lj-cut>
<lj-cut text="A funny story a dear friend found and keyed in...">
<table><tr><td width="10%" bgcolor="FFCCCC"></td><td><div align="center"><h2>TOOLS OF THE TRADE</h2>
By Dr. David Richardson - Langley, B.C.
<font size="-1" <i="<i">From February 1996 issue of <b>Stitches, the Magazine of Medical Humor.</b></i></font></div>
What seems to be the problem?" I asked as I squeezed into the emergency treatment room, which was filled with two burly, mud-covered construction workers.
"My buddy Rob went and shot himself in the leg with his nailgun." Sure enough, just above Rob's dirty kneecap, the flat head of a nail could be seen tenting the skin.
"How long is it?"
"Mine or Rob's?" laughed Tom.
"I mean the nail."
"Three and a half inches. You have to be careful pulling them out or the heads break off."
Buying time, I said, "We'll have to send you for an X-ray." The radiograph revealed the nail was deeply embedded in Rob's femur.
"I'm going to have to pull it out."
"That's OK, Rob can take a lot of pain."
"No I can't!"
"Oh yeah, remember the time you fell off the scaffold?"
"It's not like I knew I was going to fall."
Interrupting, I anaesthetized the skin and gave Rob enough narcotics for both of them.
"Can't you put me out?"
"Not now."
"OK, when?"
"How about we just try it?"
"Come on, Rob, don't be a wiener," Tom chipped in.
Despite Rob's reluctant approval, I was unable to get a firm grip on the nail with my medically advanced equipment: forceps, needle drivers, pliers, vice grips, etc.
"I have a big claw hammer in the truck," said Tom. "Eh rob, maybye if you were using that you wouldnt've shot that nail into your leg."
Tom got the hammer.
I was able to get the claws of the hammer around the nail, but the surrounding tissues were too soft to offer enough resistance to pull the nail out.
"I have a big axe in the truck," said Mr. Helpful.
I hesitated. "Just to be sure, you're not suggesting we cut his leg off?"
"Hmm," pondered Tom. "No, you could use the axe to support the hammer."
Tom got the axe.
"OK. ... no ... wait ... just a minute ... OK, I'm ready ... no wait, just give me a second ..." I pulled. Rob let out a scream heard through the hospital.
"Cool," said Tom. "Look, Rob, it's all covered with blood." Rob managed a weak look at the nail.
Leaving the room to arrange a follow-up X-ray, I was faced with a waiting room full of patients. "What are they staring at?" I wondered.
I still had the hammer in one hand and the axe in the other.
I called in a loud voice, "Next!"</td></tr></table></lj-cut>
<lj-cut text="Brain Spew"><a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/brain_spew/">Brain Spew</a>:
<div align="center"><table align="center" width="80%"><tr><td>1</td><td>lip:</td><td>stick</td></tr><tr><td>2</td><td>respect:</td><td>until shown it's misplaced</td></tr><tr><td>3</td><td>pastel:</td><td>soft</td></tr><tr><td>4</td><td>necklace:</td><td>collar</td></tr><tr><td>5</td><td>curse:</td><td>to be incomplete without another</td></tr><tr><td>6</td><td>justice:</td><td>often beyond the law</td></tr><tr><td>7</td><td>delay:</td><td>torment</td></tr><tr><td>8</td><td>tempt:</td><td>hiding</td></tr><tr><td>9</td><td>planet:</td><td>Klinzhai</td></tr><tr><td>10</td><td>submit:</td><td>to the One</td></tr></table></div></lj-cut>
<lj-cut text="And actual entry. Mild profanity.">
Tired, but reasonably accomplished. I didn't kill the complete assmunch in the rented U-Haul that nearly rammed us as we pulled away from the toll booth at the Delaware Memorial Bridge. I left a functioning computer in NJ, along with fervent prayers that the old man doesn't continue his 'kill it in three days' pattern. I think if he kills this one, I'll make a trip to Jersey alone, with the express purpose of shoving it up his ass. Sideways. With a twist!
Yeah, I'm punchy. Bed soon, yes. *flips through anothers journal, then starts to giggle*
*waves to Juju, who's at least partially on her wavelength*
Er... woot. Or something. *rubs her temples* And I'm being scolded for overtaxing the old bod. At least she'll talk to me now. Though it would seem I'm not the only one with anger issues. The dude in the U-Haul touched a 'threatened' nerve, which made things really... interesting. That'll be entertaining to work through.
*yawns* Right. I'm going to like, post, and stuff, and then go crash.</lj-cut>
<div align="right"><i>I feel like a military academy; bits of me keep passing out...</i><br><b>-Arthur Philip Dent</b></i></div>
<div align="center"><img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1078085833_sheartsick.JPG" border="0" alt="heartsick"><br>You have a heartsick soul! You're the type of girl who always has a crush and is writing their name on all your books; a hopeless romantic. Waiting for that prince charming, you take love seriously, but still play any chance you get. You can have a lot of boys who are friends, while still waiting for that perfect boyfriend. Sometimes you are discouraged because there are no sparks, but if even the smallest thing happens, you're on Cloud 9. You believe in true love and wait for it... just dontbe afraid to take a chance.<br>Love is all about risks.<br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Iceangel143/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20SOUL%20do%20you%20posses%3F%20(For%20Girls%20only)%20Incredible%20Anime%20Pictures!/"> <font size="-1">What Kind of SOUL do you possess?<br>For Girls only, with Incredible Anime Pictures!</font></a><br> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font></div>
*** The 'summary' beneath the picture -is- slightly modified. Anyone taking the quiz can, after completion, opt to 'see all possible results'.... and will note that I've tweaked the answer for punctuation and grammar. Also of note; there was a question where I was torn between two answers. Changing that single question changes my answer to 'Lost Soul'. Yes, I'm obessive; if you're just figuring that out, you really need to try and catch up. :p</lj-cut>
<lj-cut text="A funny story a dear friend found and keyed in...">
<table><tr><td width="10%" bgcolor="FFCCCC"></td><td><div align="center"><h2>TOOLS OF THE TRADE</h2>
By Dr. David Richardson - Langley, B.C.
<font size="-1" <i="<i">From February 1996 issue of <b>Stitches, the Magazine of Medical Humor.</b></i></font></div>
What seems to be the problem?" I asked as I squeezed into the emergency treatment room, which was filled with two burly, mud-covered construction workers.
"My buddy Rob went and shot himself in the leg with his nailgun." Sure enough, just above Rob's dirty kneecap, the flat head of a nail could be seen tenting the skin.
"How long is it?"
"Mine or Rob's?" laughed Tom.
"I mean the nail."
"Three and a half inches. You have to be careful pulling them out or the heads break off."
Buying time, I said, "We'll have to send you for an X-ray." The radiograph revealed the nail was deeply embedded in Rob's femur.
"I'm going to have to pull it out."
"That's OK, Rob can take a lot of pain."
"No I can't!"
"Oh yeah, remember the time you fell off the scaffold?"
"It's not like I knew I was going to fall."
Interrupting, I anaesthetized the skin and gave Rob enough narcotics for both of them.
"Can't you put me out?"
"Not now."
"OK, when?"
"How about we just try it?"
"Come on, Rob, don't be a wiener," Tom chipped in.
Despite Rob's reluctant approval, I was unable to get a firm grip on the nail with my medically advanced equipment: forceps, needle drivers, pliers, vice grips, etc.
"I have a big claw hammer in the truck," said Tom. "Eh rob, maybye if you were using that you wouldnt've shot that nail into your leg."
Tom got the hammer.
I was able to get the claws of the hammer around the nail, but the surrounding tissues were too soft to offer enough resistance to pull the nail out.
"I have a big axe in the truck," said Mr. Helpful.
I hesitated. "Just to be sure, you're not suggesting we cut his leg off?"
"Hmm," pondered Tom. "No, you could use the axe to support the hammer."
Tom got the axe.
"OK. ... no ... wait ... just a minute ... OK, I'm ready ... no wait, just give me a second ..." I pulled. Rob let out a scream heard through the hospital.
"Cool," said Tom. "Look, Rob, it's all covered with blood." Rob managed a weak look at the nail.
Leaving the room to arrange a follow-up X-ray, I was faced with a waiting room full of patients. "What are they staring at?" I wondered.
I still had the hammer in one hand and the axe in the other.
I called in a loud voice, "Next!"</td></tr></table></lj-cut>
<lj-cut text="Brain Spew"><a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/brain_spew/">Brain Spew</a>:
<div align="center"><table align="center" width="80%"><tr><td>1</td><td>lip:</td><td>stick</td></tr><tr><td>2</td><td>respect:</td><td>until shown it's misplaced</td></tr><tr><td>3</td><td>pastel:</td><td>soft</td></tr><tr><td>4</td><td>necklace:</td><td>collar</td></tr><tr><td>5</td><td>curse:</td><td>to be incomplete without another</td></tr><tr><td>6</td><td>justice:</td><td>often beyond the law</td></tr><tr><td>7</td><td>delay:</td><td>torment</td></tr><tr><td>8</td><td>tempt:</td><td>hiding</td></tr><tr><td>9</td><td>planet:</td><td>Klinzhai</td></tr><tr><td>10</td><td>submit:</td><td>to the One</td></tr></table></div></lj-cut>
<lj-cut text="And actual entry. Mild profanity.">
Tired, but reasonably accomplished. I didn't kill the complete assmunch in the rented U-Haul that nearly rammed us as we pulled away from the toll booth at the Delaware Memorial Bridge. I left a functioning computer in NJ, along with fervent prayers that the old man doesn't continue his 'kill it in three days' pattern. I think if he kills this one, I'll make a trip to Jersey alone, with the express purpose of shoving it up his ass. Sideways. With a twist!
Yeah, I'm punchy. Bed soon, yes. *flips through anothers journal, then starts to giggle*
*waves to Juju, who's at least partially on her wavelength*
Er... woot. Or something. *rubs her temples* And I'm being scolded for overtaxing the old bod. At least she'll talk to me now. Though it would seem I'm not the only one with anger issues. The dude in the U-Haul touched a 'threatened' nerve, which made things really... interesting. That'll be entertaining to work through.
*yawns* Right. I'm going to like, post, and stuff, and then go crash.</lj-cut>
<div align="right"><i>I feel like a military academy; bits of me keep passing out...</i><br><b>-Arthur Philip Dent</b></i></div>
