Smarty Pants

Your IQ Is 140

Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius Your General Knowledge is Genius

A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

Your EQ is 20

50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick! 51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese. 71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely. 91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that. 111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin. 150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?

Spooky!!

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Genius Belly Dancer. Where You Lived: Mexico. How You Died: Hung for treason.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

Your Famous Last Words Will Be:

"I can pass this guy."

What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?

We Had a Dream

Or, more properly, we are a dream.

We bounced you to the neighbor's house many times in the dream, and each time the neighbor had more teeth and fewer mattresses on his floor until finally his stained undershirt had been transformed into a tailored dress shirt and he had something to say about all the landscaping you'd forsaken.

Then we bounced you to the pond between your house and the neighbor's house, and each time you could see less and less of the boards on your raft as it banged against rocks jutting out of the water, until you could finally see the steel rod framework and understand that it was more likely to sink than get you anywhere.

And then you realized that the raft's remaining boards weren't wooden at all but rather large citrine crystals at its front, sure to pull it down through the water once you could free it from the rocks where it was wedged. Then you realized, with the sun shining brightly on her, who you were trying to bury on this raft, and you let her go.

Then you slide out of sleep to ponder through the kitchen window her good wild friend, a bright red male chirping to you purposely to look look look and understand. Then you see that we brought you that dead bird because you needed one. It lies rotting on the property, covered with leaves and grass, until you choose or do not choose to bury it in place of the raven alongside her many former colleagues.