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Funniest oxymoron I've heard in a while: Microsoft Works

Word of the day:
quotidian - Adjective. Found in the ordinary course of events. Synonyms - everyday, mundane, routine, unremarkable, workaday.



Your IQ Is 140

Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average

Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius

Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius

Your General Knowledge is Genius

- See, guys? I always told you your mom was a genius!
(Well, 3 out of 4 ain't bad.)

Song stuck in my head:

Beyond the Sea (I hear Bobby Darin singing)

Somewhere beyond the sea,
Somewhere, waiting for me,
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing;

Somewhere beyond the sea,
She's there watching for me.
If I could fly like birds on high,
Then straight to her arms I'd go sailing.

It's far beyond a star,
It's near beyond the moon,
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon.

We'll meet beyond the shore,
We'll kiss just as before.
Happy we'll be beyond the sea,
And never again I'll go sailing!

Comments

Anonymous said…
FRICKIN GENIUS! ...but irrational. I guess that's normal for a woman though. Just kidding.

I get "Beyond the Sea" stuck in my head sometimes too. I seem to sing most when I get out of the shower. I don't know; go figure.

Quotidian - a word you can use to make you feel better than those around you, and make those around you dislike you.

I love you, Ell. See ya 'round.
January 08, 2006 8:17 pm
Anonymous said…
I am exactly like this (I don't even need to take the test!). No logic whatsoever but smart otherwise. :)

Seeking Clarity
January 09, 2006 7:26 am
Anonymous said…
normal for women, rk? really. i could describe a few men that way......;-p
January 09, 2006 10:28 am
Anonymous said…
He would say that wouldn't he? Such a quotidian male reaction. ... ;)
January 10, 2006 8:42 am
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