RPG Class Meme

Rogue

Sneaky, ain't ya? You're a Rogue! Well now, you�re not the most trustworthy person in the world, are you? Rogues are sneaky and skillful. They play an important part in every adventuring party by locating and disabling traps, scouting the area, and taking enemies by surprise. Unfortunately, most rogues will try and pick your pocket the moment you�re distracted. You�re probably both deceptive and competent, which means you can usually get what you want. On the other hand, lying a lot won't earn you many friends. A bit of helpful advice: No matter how temping it looks, don't try to pick the fighter�s pocket. He might go psycho on you.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on Combativeness You scored higher than 99% on Sneakiness You scored higher than 99% on Intellect You scored higher than 99% on Spirituality

Link: The RPG Class Test written by MFlowers on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

I am supposed to be off this week, but I still have assignments to finish for the term that ended on Friday. I'm volounteering at my internship tomorrow and Thursday so that I can get them done. I'm worried about next term since I have had such a rough time with school over the past couple of months. My English exam didn't go as well as I had hoped it would. I just need to get through these couple years so that I can open a summer camp and vineyard in the country. It looks like we'll be in Ontario since land is cheap here. I'm hoping we can be outside of a nice town maybe an hour or two away from Toronto. 

I feel desperate a lot of the time, now. Spring is here and I should be happy, and I manage some fledgling grin once in a while but it seems I'm just worried. I think of my grape vines and I'm happy about that, but it hasn't happened yet and so it's always fleeting. neverpoplar and I are going to be making some wine this spring, a Riesling, I think. I would like a batch of Merlot sometime, maybe mid-summer. My mother used to make wine in her cellar and it was almost always good. I hope I've got her knack for it, otherwise my dreams are for naught.

Fucking rock.
You look at me with bloodied face
Smug in that the blood isn't yours.
I find myself winding back for another kick.


Or, alternately..


Your rock face, bloodied.
Smug in that the blood's not yours.
I kick you again.

This is for anyone who has ever "enjoyed" a hard video game.

I seem to be trying to do things that are important to me. I understand that I will not be an ECE working in daycare for the rest of my life, but I am doing it now because that's what I want to do, that's what I'm good at being recently. Maybe I'll be a librarian in 15 years, I have no idea. I won't limit myself to one thing for the rest of my life, because I know that it's too limiting. If, two years later, the things you learned have slipped away, you probably haven't used those pieces of knowledge in that time. Is that fair to say? If that is fair, is most of our education irrelevant? Should we, as a group who doesn't remember facts from two years ago, be concentrating on experiential knowledge instead? Is the fun inherent in learning the theory worth the time and money we spend on it if we never use it? I remember my more important classes, because I live what I've learned. The ECE field is very practical most of the time and so the lessons stay with me. I use English most of the time so my English lessons stay with me, though parts of speech are normally lost as soon as I leave the classroom. (Seriously, I'm going to fail that exam tomorrow.) But ask me to write an essay on this or that and I can draw on what I have learned and cram it all into a few pages with direction and flow, because that's how I always do my work. Though you might not guess it from my journal.

I'm waiting for a quiet moment to write but it is not coming. I don't know why I'm surprised about this. I need a holiday, a chance to get away. Just from home responsibility, not from everything. I didn't go to my internship today and I feel numb about it.

There are things that I like. I like open spaces and tiny little spaces. I like screeching, chaotic loudness and placid calmness. I like shifting lights on the ceiling. I like breaking things. I like to be liked. I like when people show me how good they can be. I like the stupidity in people. I like the simple complexity of the universe. I like defending small things. I like hurting people. I like being right and smug about it. I like being completely wrong and ignorant about it. I like being a hero. I like women. I like truth. I like the internet. There are things that I like, after all.