::laughs crazily:: My Viking name is Þraslaug Goatmangler!

(Well, actually, that wouldn’t really be your name — since you’re female, your name would be something like “Þraslaug Björnsdottir”. But this is the twenty-first century, and you want to be known for who you are, not for who your father was, right? Right.)

Your Viking Personality: You’re a fearsome Viking, but you aren’t completely uncivilized. The other Vikings make fun of you for that. You have a thirst for battle — unfortunately, you’re not terribly good at it. You probably know which end of a sword to hold, but you’re not a fearsome fighter by any stretch of the imagination.

A long sea voyage aboard a Viking longboat would be difficult for you, but you might be able to manage it. You possess some skills which other Vikings respect.

You have a fairly pragmatic attitude towards life, and tend not to expend effort in areas where it would be wasted. Other people tend to think of you as manipulative and conniving.

This amuses me to no end. I think I’ll start writing this on my nametags.

I feel so incredibly musical today. I had my voice lesson today, and I completely knocked the socks off myself in “A Little Bit of Good”. I was amazed at how strong my voice could be. I can’t wait until November 8th, when I get to sing it at the voice recital. Of course, the music my classmates performed earlier that day in the group lesson was all stuck in my head, and when I was working on Physics homework after my voice lesson, the music suddenly started inspiring me to more and more absurd songs for Men at Arms. Keep in mind that I’ve managed to not think about it for quite some time now. I thought I was being good. Meh. I nearly kept bursting out laughing in the middle of English class as I envisioned a three-part, Verdi-esque extravaganza of music, centering on Angua, Carrot, and Gaspode’s reactions after Carrot finds out Angua is a werewolf. I kept coming up with more lyrics during JETS and in the shower. Then there was a Vimes song, expressing irritation to Colon about the new recruits, Angua in particular, as Vimes hates the undead. Then, later in the “production”, Angua would sing the reprise when she’s trying to tell Carrot about her lycanthropy. I am way too easily amused for my own good. To make matters worse, when we started talking about Christine’s shoes in JETS, I started coming up with a song about how difficult it can be to find shoes in my size. I sang it quietly for Caroline, who decided I was nutso. Then, throughout JETS, I kept bursting into “Springtime for Hitler” and other various songs triggered by occasional key phrases and expressions used in everyday conversation. I started to worry about myself. I think I’m too musical for my own good. ::drowns overactive muses by blasting Abbey Road::

I’m posting the rest of this week’s sketchblog images later this week. I don’t have anything new, so instead of subjecting you guys to some of my work from the summer, I’ll post some semidecent stuff on Thursday or Friday or summat. ::nods:: Now it’s sleepy time.

Note to self: Playing the guitar suddenly one day after not playing it for a year is generally a bad thing. My fingers are in pain…

I finally gave in and took the Fuali tests, like most of the others in my blog circle.

I AM 27% GOTH.

I AM 56% GEEK.

I AM 9% PUNK.

Muaha.

Holy handgrenades, I would have forgotten! Thanks to Sannali for reminding me!

HAPPY MOLE DAY!

At 6:02 this evening, declare your love for moles. ::loves::