ENFP Spells Holly

Ew. I don't feel good today. My stomach hurts, I seem to have a bit of a cold and there's a spider on the floor in the kitchen, so I can't get any Pepto Bismol from there. *Cries* Dude, Mike got a job. Yes, my step-dad, Mike. He got a job. A real one! And he actually gets a pay check and such. *Shakes head in wonder* I can't believe it. Mike is now Mr. AT&T, so he goes around to people's houses and tries his darndest to sell them on AT&T. Yesterday was his first day on the job. At one house, an old woman answered her door, informed him that he "Sure looks good," and promptly informed him that she didn't like AT&T, then slammed the door on him. I'd say it's going well. *Nods happily and gives a thumbs up*

I have a class called Career Exploration where we take surveys and basically waste an hour of everyone's day. A couple weeks ago, we took a survey called the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. The test informed me that I belong to a group of folks called "ENFP", which means that I am "Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling and Perceiving." This is what that says about me: "Warmly enthusiastic and imaginative. See life as full of possibilities. Make connections between events and information very quickly, and confidently proceed based on the patterns they see. Want a lot of affirmation from others, and readily give appreciation and support. Spontaneous and flexible, often rely on their ability to improvise and their verbal fluency." Then it proceeded to give me a list of jobs that I'd be good at. I like the idea of Playwright or Screenwriter. I could be like Colin Hanks in Orange County. Anyway, so my new major is Creative Writing.



I muchly enjoy Theatre Practice. The other day, I realized that I sound a lot like the Band Camp Girl from American Pie when I talk about it. I'm all, "And this one time, at theatre practice, Kyle was doing his monolouge, and he kept saying, 'No, no, no, DAMMIT!' and it was so funny!" Yeah... I'm a nerd. But then there was this one time, at theatre practice last week, and Zach went with me. I did my monologue for an hour and everyone says I need to act more bitter and angry, so I've been observing divorcees. 'Tis amazing. I went to my cousin Allison's play a couple weeks ago, and their play (Charlotte's Web) makes ours (The Elvis Monologues) look like Cruel Intentions and their look like Sesame Street. So... yeah. I'm sorry, but ours is better. *Sticks tongue out at them*

Mike has recently developed the idea that I'm going to convert from Christianity to Paganism since I'm so into Harry Potter. He heard this dude on the radio say that a girl killed herself because she read Harry Potter, and then she looked up Divination on the web, and apparently, her horoscope or something told her she should kill herself. I couldn't even begin to tell him what was wrong with that. He told my mom, "Wendy, I'm worried that Holly's going to do something like that!" Yeah, thanks for giving me so much credit, Mike. Besides, Harry Potter doesn't promote Divination or anything, it basically makes fun of it! Geez... stupid people. So... *HUGS FOR EVERYONE except for you nutcases who think Harry Potter is evil*

I apologize if I haven't noted you back yet, but I'm still grounded from the computer and it's rather hard to get on here. But I will note you all as soon as possible. Thanks!

--Holly :-D

I'll Hold Onto the Wings of the Eagles...

Time: 3:44 P.M.
I'm Wearing: Pink and white checkered shirt and jeans.
I Last Ate: Peanut butter and jelly w/ soy milk.
Holly's Song Pick of the Day: "Theme From Spiderman" by Aerosmith.
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Attention! ATTENTION, I SAY! I officially have a new obsession: Spider-man. Yuuuup. I went to see it again with my father yesterday afternoon, and it was even more rockin' the second time around! I wish to see it again now.

I chatted with my dad at dinner last night about the G.E.D. I must get. Well... actually, he lectured, I listened. He told me I had to call around today and see if anyone gave G.E.D. tests during the summer. Dad says I'm only on his insurance until fall, and then I'm off unless I'm going to school... which means I'd have to be enrolled in college by then. So... uh-oh.

*Shrieks* The Harry Potter DVD is coming out soon! *Happy dance*.

I have a tendency to get my stories very, very wrong. For instance, if I heard my brother say, "I have to break a date with my girlfriend," I might tell my mom, "Zach has to bake a cake with his squirrel, Ben. Did you know Zach had a squirrel?"

My favorite Dr. Suess book is The Lorax. When I was in junior high, I wrote "Holly Zintel--Your Friendly Neighborgood Lorax... I speak for the trees!" on all my papers for some reason.

My nose is always cold and I'm always up for food and lots of attention. My dog and I have quite similar personalities.

Did you know Snapple bottles can dance? They never do it for me, though. Maybe the Snapple company is falsely advertising on their commercials. Perhaps I'll sue.

If I could go back in time, I would go to Israel, right after Jesus was born so I could ask Mary if it hurt when she gave birth to Him. He's perfect, so I figure it didn't. Then I'd give Jesus a hug, an Amy Grant CD, and a stero that runs on batteries.

The person I most identify with is the Insomniac Music Theatre guy on VH1.

Okay... g'bye.

--Holly Rachael :-D

Apology Entry

Time: 4:45 P.M.
I'm wearing: My red Planet Hollywood, Nashville shirt and jeans.
I last ate: Cheeseless pizza for breakfast.
Song that's in my head: "First Date" by Blink 182
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Uh-oh, looks like I wrote a stupid entry yesterday! Man, *that* should teach me never to write in my diary when I have a migraine. Geez, I was so mean! I was bashing people who don't believe in God? What was wrong with me?! I NEVER do that! I have friends who are Wiccans and Atheists! I don't know what got into me.

Anyway, I'm deeply ashamed of the entry I wrote yesterday, and I'm REALLY sorry to anyone I offended. Everyone who left me notes telling me how close-minded I was being, you were absolutely right. The weird thing is, though, I'm not usually like that at all! I usually stand up for all religions.

I do have to stand by what I said about Rosie, though. She, Conan O'Brien and David Letterman are my favorite talk show hosts. Ooh, and Space Ghost, of course!

Again, I'm so sorry I was being a moron yesterday! Feel free to punch me in the face if you know me. I deleted the entry, btw. It scared me.

--Holly Rachael :-O

Beliefs Survey

What is your religion? Presbyterian, Christian.
Do you believe in creationism or evolutionism? Creationism, yes, evolutionism, no.

Why? I believe God created everything because He wanted someone to watch over. He was probably pretty lonely before He created everyone. And if monkeys evolved into humans, how come there are still monkeys?

Are you pro-life or pro-choice? Pro-life.

Why? I don't think anyone should get an abortion unless they were raped and got pregnant that way. And killing someone who hasn't even been born yet is so totally wrong.

Do you think it is alright to be a homosexual? Sure, why not.

Could you please explain why you feel the way you do about homosexuals? I personally am not homosexual, but that's not reason to not like someone who is. If that's your thing, knock yourself out.

Would you try to convince others to feel as you do about religion/abortion/homosexuals? I wouldn't preach about it, but I'd tell them what I think.

What is your political stance? I... don't really... know. I'm not really into politics. *Shrugs*, sorry.

Have you ever thought about commiting suicide? No. I love life.

How do you feel about:

(1) Atheists: I disagree with them, but still hang out with them.

(2) Pagans: See above.

(3) Mormons: I don't think I've ever met a Mormon, but I'd hang out with them if they were cool.

(4) Satanists: I feel scared poopless about Satanists.

(5) Christians: We absolutely rock. Please hang out with me!

(6) Jews: They seem to think Jesus is not God's son, and that's weird to me, but hey. I'll still hang out with them.

(7) Catholics: They don't seem to realize you can pray anywhere you want, and silently ask forgiveness from God, but again, I'll hang out with them.

(8) Preps: I love preps! They dress awesome and smell good.

(9) Teeny Boppers: They're just greeeeeeat.

(10) Punks: They're a bit scary, what with the being jerks thing and all.

(11) Goths: Their kindergarten teacher only taught them the color black, but other than that, they seem very nice.

Are you a teeny bopper/prep? I think I'm probably a teeny bopper, and I'm trying my best to be a prep!

Are you a punk? I don't believe so, no.

Are you a goth? (Do you listen to gothic music - bauhaus, sisters of mercy, etc- and dress gothically?) No. But Trent listens to Bauhaus and Sisters of Mercy! He had their posters on his wall.

If no to all, what are you? I'm normal.

God? Wanting us to eat meat? Nah...

I just got back from church, and while I was there, I got to feeling kind of bad about what I said yesterday...

See, Mom and Mike were having an argument last night about whether God wants us to eat meat or not. Mike thought he'd be all slick and show us where it said that God wants us to kill animals to eat. Mom and I can't even comprehend such a thing, so she started crying and said, "Whatever. Go ahead and eat your meat, Mike. I hope you choke on it!" She feels really bad that she said that now. What I said was, "I think some of the Bible is just made up," and Grandpa was like, "You can't just take part of the Bible and leave the rest."

Then this morning, I was sitting there in church while Mr. Hale (our substitue minister, and my occasional sub at school) talk about helping and defending your neighbor. He said, "Just who is your neighbor? Is it just the guy next door? Or should you help any man who's in trouble?" But hey! Why should we only help "man?" What kind of bull is that? Can't the animals be our neighbor, too? I mean, why the heck not? I just can't believe that the sweet, loving God that I believe in would want His creatures to be killed for our selfish benefit.

UGH!!!!!!!!!

Oh, a wise guy, eh?

The theme says something about wise guys, or something. So, anyway, when I was little, our Sunday School group at church put on these Christmas plays for our parents on Christmas Eve. I always loved angels, so I told my Sunday School teacher, "I want to be an angel in the play! I want to be an angel!" and this kid who thought he was cute said, "Well, she sure ain't one." Well, the Sunday School teacher made me one of the three wise men. The other two wise men were my brother, Zach and our friend, Tim. It was sort of humiliating to be up there, playing a wise man with Zach and Tim, seeing as I'm a *girl* and everything... So, that sucked.

*Wipes dust off diary*

Dude. I haven't been here in a while... again. I keep doing that. Oh well.

****SHOUT-OUT TO HEATHER****
****SHOUT-OUT TO SARAH****
****SHOUT-OUT TO ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS A SHOUT-OUT****

Well, my birthday was pretty cool. I begged my mom to take me to the Humane Society, then I begged her to get me this cute little lab puppy named Trent, but she said we have too many animals. *Sigh*. So then we went to the mall and I got four more piercings in my ears. Then I got a bunch of money and clothes and toys. And my mommy made me a Daria cake, like she does every year, but I think it was exceptionally good this year. Then we went to Chuck E. Cheese 'cause Sarah and I wanted to play Skee-ball, but these jerky little kids kept stealing my tickets, so all I got was a lousy Chuck E. Cheese hat.

Oh yeah, I've decided on a career goal! I wanna be an actress. This summer, I'm going to join the Flint Community Players. It's gonna rock the body that rocks the party.

Okie-doke, then. See ya!

--"Holy" ():-)

"Let he who is without sin cast the first stone."--Jesus. What a cool Guy.