Even out the scales

Hey doubters, sorry it's been so long since I've posted. Don't feel neglected. I still love you, which is why I'm writing to you during my last period science lesson. Don't worry, it's so worth it. Science hates me almost as much as I hate it. if it was a person it'd be one of those bitchy girls who likes to get up in your face, the kind I always end up having ice queen avoidance catfights with. We'd be lucky if we didn't get into a full-on, bitch-slapping, hair-pulling schoolyard brawl. It did, however, provide me with something seriously worth all the hater-ness. My day has officially been brightened. Science has finally yielded me something I actually find worthwhile. In my defence, it was a segue the teacher embarked on when we demanded she explain her tattoo to us, but it was still revealed within the confines of the science room, so I guess it still sort of counts. As it turns out, I'm not a Virgo after all. I'm not a Scorpio either, but hey, anything's better than a Virgo. Technically, with the dates everyone's sticking to, I'm a Virgo in most people's eyes. But I'm ignoring that. Scientifically speaking (ewwww) the planets etc have realigned themselves over the years and my birthday now falls in the Libran period. I'm a Libra! Woot! I got so excited I looked up my attributes on the internet. Check it out. Apparently, I'm diplomatic, urbane, romantic, self-induglent, easily influenced, easygoing, sociable, charming, idealistic, peaceable, indecisive, changeable, gullible, sociable, and idealistic. Beats being an anal perfectionist. :D