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Janna likes to help everyone procrastinate.


Usually gentle and kind, they are intense and passionate about their values and deeply held beliefs, which they share with trusted friends. Because of their discreet manner, their enthusiasm may not be apparent. They are sensitive to others' pain, restlessness or general discomfort and strive to find happiness, balance and wholeness for themselves in order to help others find joy, satisfaction and plenitude. They are deeply empathetic.

They live life in an intently personal fashion, acting on the belief that each person is unique and that social norms are to be respected only if they do not hinder personal development or expression. They strive to adhere to their own high personal moral standards and are particularly sensitive to inconsistencies in their environment between what is being said and what is being done. Empty promises of adhering to something they value – such as environmental causes or human rights - set off an inner alarm and they may transform themselves into modern day Joan of Arcs.

They are quietly persistent in raising awareness of cherished causes and often fight for the underdog in quiet or not-so-quiet ways. In a team, they will raise issues of integrity, authenticity, and good or bad, and may to opt out if the team refuses to address the questions raised.

They are usually tolerant and open-minded, insightful, flexible and understanding. They live for the understanding of others and feel deeply grateful when someone takes the time to get to know them personally. They have good listening skills, are genuinely concerned, insightful, and usually avid readers. At their best, they inspire others to be themselves.


 Once in a while, I act like a child, to feel like a kid again.
It gets like a prison, in the body I'm living in.
'Cause everyone's watching, and quick to start talking, I'm losing my innocence.
Wish I were a little kid without the weight of the world.

It would be nice to start over again,
Before we were men.
I'd give, I'd bend, lets play pretend.

Remember the times we had soda for wine,
And we got by on gratitude?
The worst they could do to you was check your attitude?
Yeah when fights were for fun, we had water in guns,
And a place we could call our own?
How we lost hold of home I guess I'll never know?

And when its the end,
Our lives will make sense.
We'll love, we'll bend, lets play pretend.





I know it's not the best looking picture;
But I think it's probably the best picture, in a different way.
I'm so glad we all got together again.
Ganush definitely brought as closer as a group of friends,
after being away for so long.



Oct. 15th, 2009

What's that, Shaun? You say Brendan will like this song?
Huh, interesting. 

Oct. 13th, 2009

Happy Birthday, Brendan! ^^
I'll write all the sappy stuff in your card so the RP'ers don't have to read it.


Pretty sure this was my facial expression for most of the day.

Yeah, needless to say, today was not so excellent.