I know I’m a day late and a dollar short for doing this, but after looking at my very first entries, I came across an entry where I did an IQ test right after I graduated from High School. And, since I am unable to think of anything to write about that would be remotely entertaining, I bring to you the test results from that first test:

“Your IQ score is 124″

Unfortunately, I guess I was not smart enough to give myself a hint as to where (online) I took the IQ test, so this time around I took two. Mainly because the first one seemed VERY biased towards one particular type of question, and since I knew the “answer” to that question, I believe I got them all right. My IQ test today (click on the picture to take the test):

Again, I felt like I was cheating because of the same-question deal, so I found another free online IQ test to take, and this one did NOT have so many repeated questions. Here is that result (screenshot because they don’t have pretty HTML code like I enjoy):

Click here to take the above IQ test

In conclusion? You don’t need to go to college to keep the same IQ - although, I guess mine went up by a few points after I went to college, according to the test I’m counting as my “real” IQ, however. Maybe if the test were to include a bit more technological questions my IQ would’ve been higher, because the amount of technology things that I learned at college was significant, but just testing by logic questions (ie. the IQ test)?

Imagine me shrugging here.

So, this past weekend was really great - I meant to post about it yesterday but then I got tied up talking about a blanket that I couldn’t find and I wanted to try out a new writing style I was reading about called “Third person limited omniscient”, which is fancy-talk for saying THIRD PERSON.  Anyways, I had fun writing it, so I hope you had fun reading it!

BREAKING NEWS!  Or, not-so-breaking:  on Friday night I went out with a bunch of full-time trainees to a bar in downtown Milwaukee.  We all met over at Andrew’s place (a trainee who happens to be from Illinois State University), took a cab over to the bar, and hung out there from 10pm until it closed (at 2AM).  Good times were had by all.

Oh yeah, and while I was there this guy asked me to kiss his girlfriend because it was her birthday.  I’m sorry, did you miss that?  I was asked to MAKE OUT WITH A GIRL.

My thoughts exactly.

I had pushed my way through the crowd to order my second drink of the night - the rest of the crew had grabbed a corner table in the beer garden.

“Hey, is it your birthday?”  I ask a girl wearing a giant ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ banner around her and a hat.

“Yeah s’is,”  She says, slopping her drink all over as she takes a sip.

“21?”  I yell.

“22!”  A guy standing next to her yells.  He pulls out a camera and yells, “Hey, would you kiss her?”

“Who?”  I say, eying the drunk girl.

“My girlfriend!”  He yells, laughing, “It’s her birthday, commonnnnnn!”

“I haven’t drank enough yet!”  I yell back to him, laughing.  He shrugs and turns away, his pals all ‘awwww’-ing that I said no.

Okay, I had not even had two drinks and he asked me that.  I probably wouldn’t do it even if I was falling-down drunk.  Then again I’ve never been asked to kiss a girl when I’ve been drunk, so who knows what might have happened.  Of course when I got back to the table (I went out with 6 guys and one girl, who happened to be the girlfriend of one of the guys), I told them all my story, and naturally all the guys were like, “Well, did you kiss her?!”

Guys, honestly.

So myself and a guy named Paul ended up crashing at Andrew’s place after the bar, and when I woke up on Saturday I went out with my friend Teresa to a mall called “Mayfair Mall”.  It was REALLY nice, and most of the time was spent debating on how expensive the clothing was.

“Jillian, you can AFFORD this stuff now,”  Teresa says, rolling her eyes as I tell her for the fifteenth time that I spent 200 bucks on clothes from The Loft.  Two.  Hundred.  Dollars.  And to think, that was just the beginning!

“I mean, how much did you think nice business casual clothing was?…Jillian?”  Teresa says, turning around.  I was standing  a few paces back from her, staring at the most beautiful site I have ever seen.

A Mac Store.

In. The. Mall.

Do you have ANY idea how badly I want a Macbook Pro?   Teresa just laughed at the look on my face and went inside.  We spent probably a good 40 minutes in that store, and most of the time I spent drooling all over the Macbook Pro and asking the guys inside crazy questions about the Macbook.  Like, how does it hook up to the internet using my existing hardware, how does reformatting work and how EXACTLY does one make espresso using the Macbook pro.  I mean, one pays that much for a laptop it MUST make espresso right?  And do my dishes?

Perfect.