Just took this quiz...

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	7.7
Mind:	8.6
Body:	5.3
Spirit:	9.2
Friends/Family:	5.8
Love:	7.7
Finance:	7.8
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Incidentally, here are the statistics for this quiz. Thought this was interesting:
Stats

The quiz asked me to share some advice (which I found interesting) because my score was so high. This is what I wrote them:

"I am honest with myself, my God, and the world around me. I communicate thoroughly and a lot with my friends, family, and work colleagues. My job is fantastic, the commute is so much fun, my friends and I get together often, and we enjoy each other's company. Rarely do things make me angry, and a smile and a laugh find themselves easily in my heart. Why get bogged down with stress, anger, and meanness? Life's too short."

The absolute worst

The absolute worst video EVER:

The Groover and the Water

Very wet. Wet and humid. That's how the commute was this morning. So wet that the bus was leaking all over certain passengers. Well, not that the rain had anything necessarily to do with the leaks; the leaks are inherent atop the NJ Transit buses, apparently. But the best part about the leaks was watching people who were asleep getting seriously doused with very long streams of water. They would either stay asleep or wake up with a jolt.

Because of the humidity we couldn't see out the bus. Nor could the bus driver essentially, and that was a bit disconcerting. I closed my eyes a bit and listened to my radio (NPR about a Russian cellist who died recently and had been exiled from Russia with his wife in the 60s). When I opened my eyes, I noticed a guy standing in the aisle about four people in front of me shifting his head forward and backward and tapping his thumb against the shelf above his head eyes closed. He was grooving to the music. Water was dripping down from the ceiling just behind him. Whenever he opened his eyes, he shuffled his hand around the side of the shelf, readjusted himself, looked around the bus a bit, or reset his feet on the ground. Then he closed his eyes again, and started grooving to the music blasting in his headphones.

Water streamed onto an asleep passenger sitting behind the groover and I thought, "He'll look like he pissed himself..." and giggled a bit. I don't think anyone else paid attention to the streams of water or noticed the groover at all. In fact, it doesn't seem like people pay attention to anything on the bus in the mornings except what's playing on their MP3 player (iPod or otherwise). Even I rarely remember people who sat beside me on the bus for more time than after I've taken my seat next to them, or gotten off the bus. Once my foot steps on the ground outside that bus, my world changes so much and speeds up into my day.