There is something very odd about today. I was late to my two jobs and people don't seem to want to talk to me. What gives? Not that I want the attention, considering I have 15 articles to abstract. It's just odd. I'm like an Alice lost in a world where the breathing beings around her don't know who she is or give a shit what she does. Well, except maybe the Queen of Hearts, who'd want nothing but cut her (my) head off.

Where is that key to the little door out? I want to escape.

YOUR true talent is spatial ability

This ability to visualize objects in three-dimensional space can give you a unique view of the world. You appear to understand how figures can be manipulated and take on new forms. Because of this talent, you can probably imagine new designs easily, including anything from floor plans to page layouts — and even 3D product prototypes.

People like you are usually great when it comes to putting together assemble-it-yourself furniture or other household items — whether the items arrive with instructions or not. Your spatial skills can also help you understand the finer points of how things work.

How do we know that your true talent is spatial ability? While you were taking the test, we calculated your responses to each test question, and noticed that, relative to others, you consistently answered questions that measure spatial ability correctly.

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courtesy of e-mode.

Now I know why whenever my family buy's electronic equipment, or any other appliance that needs assembly, they call me long-distance. IT's also probably why after my pride-ridden father contemplates (and thrashes) after trying to put something together or fix the VCR, he tells my little sister to call me, hides at the patio and leaves me to my elements to fix the damn thing in a matter of minutes. Such is life.

I am nursing a terrible headache, which, I assume is rooted from my impakto- uh- impacted tooth. I don't want to go to surgery for this. No, no, no. But if I don't have it extracted, might as well accept the fact that i'll forever live with a migraine. My theory rests on the idea that the reason why I keep yawning so much is because I have this nasty tooth buried underneath another nasty tooth. Why wasn't I just born with perfect teeth like my sisters?

Nine Inch Nail's Closer has a very nasty beat and kickass opening, but when the singer starts asking me if he "can fuck me like an animal" my hairs stand at one end. Hell no. The song could do more as a background to S & M porn. hahahahaha!

It gets so boring at work I console myself with listening to shakening MP3s. This sure woke me up.