bu type


My pride and joy are my Water-type Pokémon

♡ for @allthingsmisty ♡

Musings of an ENTP ( how insightful! ) YOU KNOW YOU'RE ENTP WHEN:

You know you’re ENTP when (compilation through the years ):

Exploiting loopholes and thinking outside the box are your specialty

At least once or twice in your childhood, you had an attempt in sports because you think you’re extreeeeeme and got sent to the hospital for it. “I don’t think I’m going to be athlete when I grow up.” 10 year old you said to yourself.

You argue for the sake of arguing.

You question everything.

Verbal-sparring and debates interests you. Funny thing is, during a debate, you’re quite aware your opponent is right but you still defend your wrong answer for the sake of it. In the end, you still win and its hilarious.

Your anecdotes have a few details exaggerated and are usually self-aggrandizing to emphasize on how awesome you are. True story.

No mess, no progress has to be one of your life codes.

You struggle picking an ice cream flavor and ask if you could taste each of the ice cream flavors your friends ordered to get clarity.

Others think you’re stalling whenever you banter and quip witty remarks before doing an extremely difficult task. In truth, you’re formulating and orchestrating your grand scheme in your head without looking like it.
Strangers find you charming and adorkable af but your closest friends think you’re evil and still love you anyway. Even though your feats aren’t of malicious intent but merely for the lolz and giggles.

Somebody states “It can’t be done!” and on impulse, you go “Challenge Accepted!” despite being well aware of the imminent danger.

Your habit of procrastination worsens through the years. And yet, you always get away with it at the last minute. Good for you, you clever brilliant thing.

Conversations with you often involve hovering from one topic to another at breakneck speed.

You can’t engage in a normal humanly conversation without provoking someone and starting an argument. But NOT all the time, geez

You’re labeled to be awkward, confident, awesome witty and dorky depending on the audience, sometimes, all at the at same time.

On the first day of grade school, the teacher asks the students to give one adjective to describe them. All the other kids say shit like “Kind, funny, smart, pretty.” but you ended up saying “Impeccable, legendary, bombastic, gangsta, thug-life. ”

Giving respective names to inanimate objects is normal to you

All the cats on your street have their own respective names and complicated backstories. Someday, you think the cats will accept you as one of their own.

You indulge in watching other people’s reactions, especially when they freak out after you troll them.

You wonder what happens when you mix this with that.

You muse about what’s gonna happen if you do this and even if everyone told you not to. But you do it anyway.

You’re the smartest, most stimulating and most intriguing person in the room. Well, you think are.

You’re overly self-critical, narcissistic and egotistical all at the same time.

People say you have an over-inflated ego that can be sensed a few feet away.

You don’t even know whats normal or mundane anymore. Or maybe you do, you simply just have a different definition for what’s mundane and normal.

You have a long list of friends and acquiantances yet you feel lonely and misunderstood, wishing people truly knew you better. *starts brooding in bedroom only to wake up in your usually hyperactive awesome self as if brooding never happened*

You love asking the opinion and criticism of others. You ask your ISTP best friend for criticism on your latest creation, and your ISTP buddy points out every flaw, while being brutally honest about it. Instead of being offended, you exclaim “Now, I know whats wrong! Why haven’t I seen that before?! ”

You’re gifted with speech, eloquent enough to convince any crowd , regardless of what you said is false or not. Yet you end up rambling on and on just to get the gist of what the fuck you’re trying to point out.

There are scenarios when you’re smooth af at flirting, intentional or not, but when it comes to your crush or actual feelings for someone, you’re a mumbling idiot whose words don’t match up their feelings.

Either you’re a complete asshole or the friendliest most empathetic person in the room, depends on the mood. 

People say you have an extremely high IQ but have the mental age of five. To be honest, you never really acted your age all your life. Its just either you’re too wise beyond your years or just really really immature.

You’re talented at making dumb things sound smart, like the Sophists of ancient times.

The musical library in your MP3 player ranges from bubblegum pop to heavy metal to classical music to gangsta rap music to musicals and Movie OSTs to mountain meditation music.

Your reaction to love is: WTF is love?

You want people to know you but you keep your distance, resulting you into being misunderstood. Huhuhu nobody understands me!!

You’re stuck in an internal debate with youself on whether you’re really an ENTP or not right after taking the Myer Briggs test. You even went as far as taking other Myer Briggs tests.

am i the only one who cringes at the fact that people STILL misspell H2O DELIRIOUS and VANOSS.

like it’s H2O Delirious not H20 Delirous. it ain’t a zero. it’s an o. an O. not 0

it’s Vanoss. not vannos. or vanoos. (although “vanoos” makes me laugh LMAO)

Clip - “Gratulerer med bussen” (”Congrats on the bus”) - at 12:11, 24.04

(Sana’s searching the web for how to get 300.000 kroner through loans. She gets a message on Facebook.)

Message from Yousef:
I’m hurt because you never answer my meme

Sana replies:
The kids around you are hurt because you’re chatting during work hours

Hah! I’ve got Mondays off. Thought you were smart now

How’s the russ bus coming along?

Great if you tell me how I can earn 300.000 kroner quickly

Sara (off screen): Hi! We uh…heard you got the bus. Congratulations.

Sana: Thank you.

Sara: And…we were wondering about something.

Ingrid: Would you be interested in merging with us?

Sara: See, ‘cause we were thinking..you’re only five. And we’re twenty. And there are twenty-five seats on the bus, so we thought it maybe could be a match?

Sara: And..we know that we haven’t been the world’s best friends, but we don’t quite understand why.

Sana: Because you called Vilde a slut at the Borkis pregame in October 2015.

Sara: Oh. I’d completely forgotten about that, but sorry..for that.

Sana: We’ll merge…on two conditions.

Sara: Okay?

Sana: You pay for the bus. And I’ll be the bus boss.*

Sara: Er..we would have to discuss that with the girls-

Sana: Either we make a deal now, or there’ll be no bus. 

Sara: Yes. Okay. Then we’re in.

Sana: Good! Send me the names of all the people on the bus, and I’ll call in a bus meeting.

Sara: …okay? 

(Noora, Vilde and Eva approach)

Vilde: What did they want, did you speak to them?

Sana: I’ve got news. Where’s Chris?

Eva: In Berlin. What’s up?

Sana: We’ve merged with the PepsiMax squad.

Eva: Are you kidding? 

Vilde: What does that mean?

Sana: It means that they pay for the bus, and I’ll be bus boss.

Vilde: Why are you gonna be bus boss?

Noora: You mean we’re merging with PepsiMax?

Sana: Either we’ll have to merge with the PepsiMax squad, or there’ll be no bus. So we’ll need to have a bus meeting this week. Eva, can you host?

Eva: I can’t host again, like..ever.

Sana: Noora. The flat share?

Noora: Those girls are not entering my apartment.

Sana: Vilde?

Vilde: Er…no mom-

Sana: You mom is not doing a wine evening, Vilde.

Vilde: Why..why can you host for once?

* bus boss - I know it sounds awkward, but to be honest there’s so much russ lingo in Norwegian which simply doesn’t translate to English, so bus boss it is (It’s a literal translation).

Also, Sana is asking Sara and Ingrid to actually prepay or to pay in advance for the bus - it’s an expression we use in Norwegian: “Å legge ut penger” (literal translation: to leave out/place out money) - it means when you pay for somebody and they pay you back at a later time. Right now I can’t seem to remember if there’s a word for that in English.