My results from the "Which Pulp Fiction Character Are You?" Test are as follows..

You are Mia:

You're known for starting trouble. But you play it cool. Besides, no one can resist your sharp eyes and quick wit. *They* eat from the palm of your hand. Though you have weaknesses, which may have deadly consequences, you, are resurrected, as if the gods themselves breathed immortality into you.

Head here to take the test yourself.

I'm in mild concurrence. The only thing I truly identify with is that people have insisted that I look like Uma Thurman since I was eleven, and that my weaknesses have deadly consequences.

Today was almost unbearably long. I went to D's to give him my keys and have some dinner. I ended up skipping out early though, I was so tired. So unlike me to turn down sex, but I found that I was simply not interested. My own bed, by myself sounds so much better. I have to get up early tomorrow to take pictures for my photography class, I should run along to bed.

I guess I do start a fair amount of trouble... Damnit... Maybe the test was right... I just haven't seen anyone eating out of the palm of my hand lately. Poo.