Personality

After a recommendation from my dear friend Miss Blythe Hill, I took the Myers & Briggs personality test. Very interesting...I feel exposed.

Here It goes--this is who I am:


I am the "journalist" (Fascinating, considering my major is journalism!)
Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama.
8.1% of total population.

Characteristics:

outgoing, social, disorganized, easily talked into doing silly things, spontaneous, wild and crazy, acts without thinking, good at getting people to have fun, pleasure seeking, irresponsible, physically affectionate, risk taker, thrill seeker, likely to have or want a tattoo, adventurous, unprepared, attention seeking, hyperactive, irrational, loves crowds, rule breaker, prone to losing things, seductive, easily distracted, open, revealing, comfortable in unfamiliar situations, attracted to strange things, non punctual, likes to stand out, likes to try new things, fun seeker, unconventional, energetic, impulsive, empathetic, dangerous, loving, attachment prone, prone to fantasy

Favored careers:

performer, actor, entertainer, songwriter, musician, filmmaker, comedian, radio broadcaster/dj, some job related to theater/drama, poet, music journalist, work in fashion industry, singer, movie producer, playwright, bartender, comic book author, work in television, dancer, artist, record store owner, model, freelance artist, teacher (art, drama, music), writer, painter, massage therapist, costume designer, choreographer, make up artist

Disfavored Careers:
data analyst, scientist, researcher, financial advisor, business analyst, govt employee, office manager, mathematician, investment banker, office worker, computer tech, it professional, network engineer, strategis (Basically any kind of legit job)

I took another similar test, the results discussed the spider web-like style of thought and conversation patterns. Jumping from topic to topic often confusing the listener(One of my standard character traits). It also stated that people of my "type" are often witty* --
(you called it b!!)

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Poem

God is so good. Honestly, I think it is in all the small things that I see His hand the most in my life. I love it. I see how he grows people in amazing ways, and how he uses them for his glory. What an amazing gift to be a tool in God's hand. The more I thought about it, the more I saw that we are not just tools--we are valued artwork(I would have settled for being a tool). Whenever Ephesians 2:10 comes up in Norman's(My Pastor) messages, he always points out the fact that the word "handiwork" literally means: poem. It never fails to get to me, that a God that is so great in power would care enough to look at each one of his saints and want to tell a love story through their lives. To be given that privilege of being God's poem, something he takes great pride in making perfect. My life, as a Christian should walk worthy of that calling. The verse goes on to say that we are created to do the good works that he has predestined for us and that we should walk in them. The creator of the Universe has planned out this poem and I am the theme. It is about me, using my life and the abilities I have to glorify him. To do good works--not because it will give me a ticket to heaven. But because that is what his poem(my life) is about, a Christian glorifying him through my actions.

i am a sap

I should be working on my History paper-- but this sentiment just had to be written down before it was forgotten.( Beware, it is abnormally sentimental and sappy)

Today my Mom left her phone at home while she went to the doctors(not shocking). I was waiting for a call from my sister in-law and I heard it go off, but did not catch it in time. I saw that my Dad had called, and I decided to listen to the voice mail before calling him back to say that my Mom didn't have the phone. I am so glad that I took the time to listen to it. In that voice mail, I learned so much about the caring and loving person my Dad is. Honestly, I can only hope to find a man that loves me, as much as my Dad loves my Mom, after thirty years and four kids. He had called to ask my Mom a question, but He didn't just ask it and hang up. He repeated three times(not consecutively) that he loved her so much. He asked his question, told her he loved her again and then went on to say that she was an amazing wife and mother and that he was so blessed to have her. I was so surprised, not that I don't see my parents as "being in-love". I suppose it is just because I never really took the time to relate their relationship to the kind I hope to have some day. You see those kind of things in movies, the guy who just calls to say hello and "I love you"...and girls hope to have that dream guy some day. I think it is safe to say that after thirty years of marriage, my Mom has had that "dream guy" since day one. When I told my Mom about it she just said that he was "always" that sweet. Who would have thought?

I have conformed

I decided to do it, in a single burst of randomness that seems to come standard in my life--I decided to follow the masses. I figure, I journal and I occasionally read blogs...so why not make one of my very own?
Well this is it...
more to come.

Embarrassed

(I decided to put this one on here too--)

Thinking back on my most embarrassing and or clumsy moments:

First klutzy moment that comes to mind, there's quite a few to choose from.

One of my friends had just gotten a new hammock (to my excitement of course). Regardless, I recognize the fact that I am ridiculously clumsy and for a while I stayed clear of it. Then, one day while at his house, I decided to go for it. I hopped on while he was sitting in it and sure enough, I flipped us. I leaned too far back and we both landed upside down on the astro-turf matt in his backyard. Now, normally a girl who is significantly lighter than her 6 foot tall counterpart would be unable to overcome this great feat, but I did it. Me and my miraculously clumsy self--managed to pull it off. I had a rug burn, and he hurt his back.

On another occasion when I was ten, I managed to smack directly into a parking meter in Laguna. I was walking down the street with my sisters and I was pointing out some ridiculous car to them. Not paying attention to my surroundings, I turned from my antics JUST in time to slam my face right into the parking meter. Literally, it hit the side of my head so hard. My Mom was further behind us, and she said she heard it clang from half way down the street.

Another time, (This isn't clumsy: Just plain embarrassing) it was at the end of the service at my youth group and I got up to do the closing worship songs. I walked up on stage and I hear someone whispering loud enough to get my attention "Camyronnnn..." then I heard snickers. By this time, I am quite confused. Considering my worst fear is walking out of the bathroom with toilet paper stuck to my butt, or hanging off the back of my shoe, I began to get a bit nervous. Then I see Carrie, pointing to my butt. Mouthing "There's something on your pants." I am mortified. Like I said, worst fear. I discretely turn around to check, and sure enough...a big, white piece of tissue is stuck to my butt. Then I remembered how I had put my gum in a piece of tissue directly before I did opening worship. I must have come back to my chair and sat directly on the tissue. Nice one. That was pretty bad, only perpetuating my fear of random objects clinging to my behind.

The great thing is, these are just a few of the times in my life, where I look back and can't help but laugh. Realizing that over the years, I have not changed a bit. I have sprained both ankles by falling(within a three month period), I have sung words completely wrong to a song that I was supposed to be leading, and I have said the most unflattering things only to have the person I am smitten with(at the moment) walk in and hear me make a fool out of myself. I have dropped and broken more dishes than I can count, and lost more valuables than I can remember.

Overall I am a mess, but embracing that I am hopelessly clumsy and accident prone is half the battle.