Your results:
You are Spock| Spock |
| 84% |
| An Expendable Character (Redshirt) |
| 80% |
| Leonard McCoy (Bones) |
| 65% |
| Uhura |
| 60% |
| Deanna Troi |
| 55% |
| Data |
| 51% |
| Beverly Crusher |
| 50% |
| Worf |
| 45% |
| Jean-Luc Picard |
| 45% |
| Mr. Sulu |
| 45% |
| Will Riker |
| 40% |
| Geordi LaForge |
| 35% |
| Chekov |
| 35% |
| James T. Kirk (Captain) |
| 35% |
| Mr. Scott |
| 30% |
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You are skilled in knowledge and logic. You believe that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.
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Click here to take the "Which Star Trek character are you?" quiz...BELOW is something I wrote and found so many years ago in another whiny ass journal thingy.
I forget the date.
DON'T enjoy, elegant non-readers.
Watch out future, here I come. As for you lamposts, stop shining so brightly, you're hurting my damned eyes.
I wish I could blame a god, or many gods for the numerous disasters that occur following my actions, starting as simple as walking down the street and almost running into someone. Unfortunately, I am an atheist so that doesn't quite help the situation very much.
Fuck being vague, if you do not understand what my references are I'm going to be arrogant enough to assume it is you that is the slow one. If you were pathetically curious enough to read my petty ramblings, then you deserve this insult. You sweet ass sack of shit you.
I suck at college. I was blessed with enough interests, that I do peruse through intellectual things and practice bantering with clever comebacks, or at least trying. So far, I am not nearly clever enough to have decent things like that grace my brain. So, whomever agrees with me you know who you are, I bloody applaud you.
Anyways, if you want an update on my "life" then email me. That is, if you are having trouble sleeping, email me. Or if you want to be bored to tears because you cannot stand the utter excitement that is your life, please email me, other than that..leave me the fuck alone. Unless you have something important to say, like you have colon cancer, or you are pregnant with some losers baby and you're concerned with the number of toes and/or braincells it has, or if you are dying, smart and remotely clever, then email me too. OR at least help me with my unclever antics by dropping a small note in this so called journal.
May you all not invite me to your parties ever again.
I do not hate the world. I just don't like parties. People smell in large groups. Why question that. Oh, and I don't do luncheons either.
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