I'm (Apparently) a Sexy Man

Which Grey..'s Anatomy Intern are you?
George

You are sweet and tend to think of others more than yourself, but when you have had enough then you have had enough, You are on edge a lot but can still enjoy a good time. You are the boy next door!

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Ouch, My Liver!

You are The Moon

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.

The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.

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Let's all hope it's not against my religion to post tarot cards on my blog. The card seems to be correct, though. I have excellent intuition, especially (for some reason) when it comes to Jerry. The night he and Matt first broke up, I woke up sweaty (I didn't even know I could sweat... maybe I need to get some excersize) and panicking for no apparent reason. This has happened before, but that night it was really bad. Then I started getting awful, inexplicable pains in my abdomen, and soon I was in the hospital with a gall bladder that apparently doesn't work and a large benign tumor on my liver. I've noticed that life really hurts, physically and emotionally lately. I'm worried about my first big surgery (my only surgery if we don't count my wisdom teeth, but that hurt way too much to not count), and I can't stop hurting about Jerry and Matt's breakup. The doctors and people who have had their gall bladders out tell me that I'll feel a million times better, and won't hurt at all anymore once surgery is over with. I wish there was a surgery I could have that would make me stop hurting about Jerry and Matt.

<3, Holly

Hard Times

I remember a time, after my parents had had a fight when I was a little girl. Afterward, my mom sat my brother and I down and told us not to worry, because she and my dad would never get divorced, and that we would never have to choose between our parents. A few years later, due to a completely unrelated matter, my parents did get divorced, but we were never forced to choose between them, thank God. We both still see both of our parents all the time, and there's never really been a time when we felt like we had to choose one or the other. We've been very lucky.

Jerry and Matt have broken up. Of course, this has nothing to do with my parents' divorce, and it's really nothing like that... except that I have that breathless panicky feeling stuck in my throat like I'm going to have to choose between them. I won't have to do that, of course. I'm sure things are going to be very weird for a while, but I hope we can all somehow still be friends. Jerry is and always will be my best friend, but I've grown close to Matt in the past year, too. I felt like we had something awesome, the three of us, as friends, that had nothing to do with Jerry and Matt's relationship, and I don't want that to go away. If it does, I don't know what I'll do. I'm going to miss our late nights at diners, the fun we had at rehearsals, and being able to call them "my boys." I can't stop crying. I wish I had a big stuffed animal to hug. Why did I give all of those away? Christmas songs are making me tear up, because they got together last year, right before Christmas. Tracey's Christmas party is really going to make me cry, because that's where I met Matt. I just want to wake up and have their breakup have been a stupid nightmare I had. I can't believe how stupid I'm being, getting so upset about this- you'd think it was my breakup! I'm sure they're hurting a lot more than I am, which must really suck, because my heart is broken into tiny shards. Good thing we have a lot of Kleenex stored up from everyone's colds.

Speaking of being sick, I got terribly ill last Saturday night. I threw up for twelve hours straight, and had to go to the emergency room at the hospital. But I didn't just have the flu, as it turned out. A lot of really hot doctors decided to keep me in the hospital for over 24 hours for observation, and, after a lot of really painful tests on my stomach, they figured out that I have a large, benign tumor covering my liver, and that my gall bladder was only functioning 10%. An ultra-oh-my-God-hot surgeon came into my room and informed me that my gall bladder will have to come out, and that they'll be scraping the tumor off my liver while they're in there. I'm now on an awful low-fat diet until I can get an MRI next week. Ew.

Well, I've got a bunch of homework to do, so I guess I'll get back to that. Just wanted to bitch about my problems a bit. It didn't really help, but oh well.

<3, Holly

Ew, Politics Are Gross

You Are 8% Republican

If you have anything in common with the Republican party, it's by sheer chance. You're a staunch liberal, and nothing is going to change that!

How Republican Are You?

You Are 72% Democrat

You have a good deal of donkey running through your blood, and you're proud to be liberal. You don't fit every Democrat stereotype, but you definitely belong in the Democrat party.

How Democrat Are You?

Your Vote Score: 33% Republican, 67% Democrat

While you don't always agree with the Democrat party, it's a pretty good match for you. Do be sure to research each candidate. A liberal Republican or independent candidate might fit you better at times.

Should You Vote Republican or Democrat?

I freaking hate politics. My family is mainly republicans. My friends are mainly democrats. I've figured out that I'm a democrat who's mostly liberal but is very mildly conservative (drugs are bad, m'kay?). In the race for governor, I thought I could just go for Jennifer Granholm, since she is a democrat and all. But it turns out that she's the bi-atch who put that mourning dove bill on the ballot, so it's going to be her frickin' fault if Proposal 3 is passed, and I'll be forced to egg her house (with egg substitute, of course). What kind of tree-hugging hippie is this woman, anyway? I thought democrats were supposed to be against killing things! Have I been grossly misinformed, or what? Seriously- what the hell?

I've been doing internet research on both Dick DeVos and Granholm for the past couple of hours, and it's wearing me the crap out. I'm going to have to play mindless online games for the NEXT two hours just to clear my head of all the political boringness. Bo...ring...ness? Boringness, yes. I see no reason to vote for DeVos, and I do agree with some of Granholms policies, but I can't support someone who thinks hunting is okay. I mean, hunting is my #1 gripe! What am I going to do, vote for the green party?

Whatever. Look, I'm not even going to worry about it right now. I'm going to go, watch the Cartoon Network while I hug Christina's stuffed penguin and wish I was a kid again so I didn't have to worry about voting for the right person.

<3, Holly

Het AND Slash... Together at Last- in Quiz Form!

Holy crap- it's all true! Wow, this quizmaster is good...

And now I'm off to read fanfic of each (although I really do prefer Lupin with Tonks... but if Lupin was under suspicion, I would totally want him with Sirius... uh, not that that'll happen now anyway)! <3, Holly

A Short Story

The Pointless Night in the Basement

By Holly Zintel

"Tracey and Lou, Tracey and Lou, Tracey and Lou… they will get married and step in some glue!" Wendy sang cheerfully, in spite of herself, and her imminent illness.

She chuckled and then continued on, "Tracey and Lou, Tracey and Lou…"

The sounds of an awful baseball game continued on in the background of the basement… or at least, Holly wished it were in the background. The volume seemed to be increasing by the minute, if you asked her, and she didn't know how much longer she could listen to such meaningless tripe.

Luckily, at that moment, a car commercial came on the TV. Of course, Holly hated car commercials as well.

Just then, her mother muted the TV. Holly was more delighted than Monica Lewinsky at an all male review, which doubled as an all-you-can-eat buffet.

"You almost done, Mike?" Wendy asked suddenly.

"Mumble, grumble, grumble," Mike grumbled unceremoniously.

Suddenly, Wendy decided to lie down on the ab chair. She stretched out, apparently quite content with life. Little did she know, the ab chair expected her to do work, and a lot of it, at that. The chair forced her suddenly into doing all sorts of gross sit-ups. "Well," Wendy proclaimed, "now I have tight abs."

"That quick?" Mike mumble-grumbled.

"That quick. Abs of steel," Mom said.

Chapter 2

Holly Gets to Use the Internet

Holly didn't need to write any more of this meaningless story, as Mike was suddenly struck by an idea- he could eat four pieces of pickle loaf in a gross sandwich, perhaps stuffed with mayonnaise or some sort of nasty pickles. You know, pickles on pickle loaf? It seemed nasty to Holly, too.

Holly was sure he would burp all night long and, undoubtedly, keep her mother awake.

"It's time for Leno," Wendy swiftly proclaimed. "Should I turn it on… or do you want me to keep it on the baseball game?"

"Uh… I kind of want the game on," Mike mumble-grumbled selfishly.

"Sigh," Wendy sighed. "They'll be flicking the lights now, telling us it's time for Leno," she added dejectedly.

Holly was definitely ready to use the internet. Wendy peeked around the treadmill to see whether or not Mike was yet off the computer.

Just as Holly had suspected, he wasn't. "It just sits there; it won't go," Mike mumble-grumbled in a whiny voice.

Holly was rather disgusted, to say the least. After all, she and her mother had an 11:00 appointment on to take a "7 Deadly Sins" quiz on the internet.

"Can you un-mute it?" Mike asked rudely, in his usual whiny voice.

Wendy did.

Meanwhile, Amy ate from her adorable cat face-shaped bowl, and Daria bathed on top of the wardrobe. Wendy did not know what a "wardrobe" was, but Holly did. It was, in fact, a zipped up plastic thing in the middle of the basement, dividing Wendy and Mike's room from the… well, basement.

Amy licked her chops, now directly next to Holly and Wendy. She stared at Holly. Clearly, she was contemplating eating Holly. Holly did not care for this tactic at all.

"You missed the best part of the story," Wendy pointed out sadly as Mike, once again whined, "Man, this is slow!" He didn't, however, make any attempt to get off of the computer or, in fact, do anything useful to help the situation at all.

Holly was beginning to get rather disgusted. And by "beginning," she, of course, meant, "boiled over with anger."

"It's over," Mike mumble-grumbled annoyingly. "Turn it to 25."

"What?" Wendy asked, puzzled.

"IT'S OVER. Turn it to 25," Mike demanded in a decidedly… mumbly-grumbly way.

Suddenly, to make a happy ending for the story, Holly decided to eat some Jolly Ranchers as Barbara Streissand yelled, "SHUT THE F*** UP!" Ms. Streissand then went on to win 25 awards for her hilarious outfit in The Owl and the Pussycat.

"Man, this is frustrating," Mike mumble-grumbled.

Holly decided to turn him into a pug dog with her special Harry Potter-oriented powers. She has her gay boys behind her in spirit always, and also summoned their special "gay powers" to help.

OhmyGod, ZOLOFT!!!!

Your Social Anxiety Level: 52%

You have moderate social anxiety. It's possible that you have a serious social anxiety problem. But it's also likely that you can help yourself, by getting out more and trying new, scary activities. No one's secretly judging you. So be yourself, and if you screw up, just laugh.

Are You Socially Anxious?

You Are a Drama Princess (or Prince)

You're not over the top dramatic, but you have your moments. You know how to steal the spotlight... And how to act out to get your way. People around you know that you're good for a laugh. But at times, your drama gets a bit too much for everyone. Tone it down a tad, and you'll still be the center of attention.

Are You a Drama Queen (or King)?

You Are 56% Hypochondriac

You are a bit of a hypochondriac, but nothing too extreme (yet). You watch your health a little more than you should - even when there's nothing to worry about.

Are You a Hypochondriac?

You Are 60% Bipolar

You're a bit moody, and at times, your moods can be a bit extreme. It's up to you to decide if you're simply dramatic... or slightly bipolar.

Are You Bipolar?