It's been two massively life altering years

...with more changes in my life than I'm sure I can ever recall since I first stepped foot on the campus of college. But one thing has remained the same; I'm still an ENTJ . Albiet a little more on the "E" side of things than I was back in the day (went from a 12/12/1/12 to a 22/12/1/22).

Does this sound like me? It sure as hell does to me, but then again I can't say I've exhaustively looked at the other options. I'm sure Momma would probably read this description and go "that's my boy," especially when it comes to the "strong sentimental streaks" that we "often hide from others as it is perceived as a weakness." She usually gets the brunt of those...

Should I be concerned or relieved that I have pretty much stayed the same - from a basic personality standpoint - "halfway" through college? Who knows. That's too big of a question for this post to answer.

Either way, I'm pretty surprised that I've stayed relatively the same. I have a good feeling that by the end of the year the "Extrovert" number will probably get even higher. Then again, my whole analysis of the ENTJ-ness of myself pretty much locks me even more into an ENTJ. Vicious cycle, it is.

As much as I blaze on psychology, it does have some pretty freakin' creepy/cool aspects. If anyone else knows what they are, or wants to take the quick version, post it.

I have no clue what the picture is supposed to mean... but it's pretty badass... so I'll take it!

A good family picture:

In case you were curious, this would be a solid general description of my family:

Prior to watching Step Brothers (but obviously after dinner, which mainly consisted of a random collection of whatever sounded good at the time with no culinary rhyme or reason: nachos, mac and cheese, chili maybe, chili dip, or in my case just some dry noodles) my sister and I decide it is high time for a Funfetti cake. In my family, Funfetti is the sacred cake-mix of all cake-mixes. Like a top shelf liquor, it can't be drank on just any Saturday movie-night. To give sufficient reason for this 13x9 pan of glory we ran to the cabinet with the food coloring. Since the sister teaches elementary school kids she always has a solid grasp on those holidays that I, being a college student at a school that doesn't really let us out for anything, have since forgotten about.

We mixed red, then blue, then some green, then a little more red, heck throw some yellow in while were at it, and finally a little more red and that... right... there... maybe... yes!

Our very own Martin Luther King Jr. day African-American Funfetti cake. Off color? Probably. Should I have posted this on the interwebz for (potentially) all to see? Probably not. Either way, good, fun times for all. And the Funfetti was glorious.

Disclaimer: In reality, once the mix got baked, the color didn't really stick around much. It was more of an Italian-in-the-summer tan. Oh, and this was meant in no way to be derogatory to African Americans or Italians in the summer. Thank you and have a nice day.