Blog Challenge. Day 25.

Day 25: What I would find in your bag.

In high school, I took an interpersonal communication class for college credit. I loved that class. I found it to be very interesting, and I feel like I learned a lot about myself and other people. One thing we put a lot of focus on was the different temperaments.

They are: Choleric, Sanguine, Melancholy, Phlegmatic

We took different tests to find out what are temperaments were. I was very dominantly a Sanguine. Second was Melancholy. I hardly had any of the other two in me. When I was younger I think I had a lot of Choleric in me. Choleric sounds like a disease, and it sort of is. Cholerics are always stressed out and trying to be in charge of everything. Okay, Cholerics are good. They have a lot of energy and ambition, and they make great leaders. But all the same, I stressed myself trying to be perfect at everything when I was little, so the Sanguine in me just killed the Choleric off. Phlegmatics are sarcastic, laid back, and a little lazy. Melancholy, which makes up a portion of my personality, are artistic and dramatic. Then the sanguine. Here is a little definition of the sanguine for you from blessed Wikipedia:

Sanguine

"The Sanguine temperament personality is fairly extroverted. People of a sanguine
temperament tend to enjoy social gatherings, making new friends and tend to be
quite loud. They are usually quite creative and often daydream. However, some
alone time is crucial for those of this temperament. Sanguine can also mean very
sensitive, compassionate and thoughtful. Sanguine personalities generally
struggle with following tasks all the way through, are chronically late, and
tend to be forgetful and sometimes a little sarcastic. Often, when pursuing a
new hobby, interest is lost quickly when it ceases to be engaging or fun. They
are very much people persons. They are talkative and not shy. For some people,
these are the ones you want to be friends with and usually they become life long
friends."

Yep, that's basically me. Sanguines are also the easiest to make fun of out of all the temperaments. This brings me to what I am suppose to be talking about. You are probably wondering, "What do these temperaments have to do with what is in Kelsey's bag?"

Well, in class we listened to a clip about the temperaments and it said you can spot out a female sanguine by looking at their purse. If they have a HUGE bag, with plenty of odds and ends in it, you can count on them being a Sanguine. I prefer big purses, and they are usually full of pointless things.

As far as I know, there isn't a ferret creature living in my bag. . .yet!

Actually, when I get bored somewhere, I will play the game of looking through my purse to see what is in it. I will play that now, and let you know what I discover as I look.

• My wallet is of course present. It is dark brown with a heart lock on it. It is also bulging with things.


• My camera. I can't go anywhere without it. I also have my camera charger. . .just in case.


• A deck of cards. I have to practice my gambling; a little over a year until I am 21.


• One of my headbands I made. I should take that out before it breaks.


• Black raspberry vanilla lotion. It smells incredible. I give all my thanks to Aubrie Waldron for giving it to me.


• Countless copies of receipts.


• A list of phone numbers from work.


• My ticket to Lagoon from the summer time.


• Headphones.


• Chopstick holders. They help me cheat at using chopsticks since I can't do it on my own.


• My Big Blue coupon book. Thanks Utah State University.


• A coupon for Aeropostale that has expired. Darn it.


• My car keys. Which have a million key chains on them since I lose them all the time (another Sanguine trait).


• Toothpaste. Don't ask me why, because there isn't a toothbrush in here.


• Lip glosses. A girl's best friend. The two in here are both almost gone though.


• Batteries. I think they are dead though.


• A tampon. Let's get real, I am a girl and I have to be prepared for those horrible girly happenings.


• A string and a button


• An old grocery list


• Tylenol


• My worry rock. It is a super smooth, perfect rock I found in the river bed by Brian's house. Whenever I start getting worried or stressed, I hold this rock and rub it with my thumb. It is the same sort of idea as those stress balls that you are suppose to squeeze. Imagine a kid with asthma that has to pull their inhaler out quite often. That's how me and my worry rock are. I have in fact, took it to class with me on days of tests and rubbed it while I do the test.

I think that about ends the adventure through my bag today.