Look at this.

What?

This.

How evil are you?

A quiz?

Yup.

This is lamer than a quadraplegic mule.

Huh? How so?

Consider: Everybody does this kind of thing. And to what avail? Today you're "Good" in the "Evil-O-Meter," tomorrow you're "Evil" and dance anywhere in between afterwards. It doesn't really give any insight into you. It's all Cosmo-like idleness. Quoth the Raven: "Are we really supposed to take an idjit quiz that tells us what brand of yoghurt we are?" QED.

Were you trying to throw a fit there? Now I see how come you came up "Good."

What gives? You were the one who answered the quiz.

Yes, but then again: Who are you?

...Oh.

Here's another "What such 'n such nonsense are you?" test.

Another one! This is getting tired, man.

Jeez, stop whining, willya?

I am, of course, none other than blank verse. I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right; And when I get there (if I ever do) I might not recognize it. So? Your point? Why should I have a destination set? I'm relatively happy as I am, And wouldn't want to be forever aimed Towards some future path or special goal. It's not to do with laziness, as such. It's just that on the whole I'd rather not Be bothered — so I drift contentedly; An underrated way of life, I find. What Poetry Form Are You?

Where did you get that from?

From Kara's Pages.

So, what do you mean? You're like a weather vane, letting the wind take you where it will?

Sounds less wimpy than the "free spirit" cliché.

You nincompoop! Do you realize you're saying that you have no objective in live? That you let circumstances drive you to some unknown point down the road? That you just ramble all over the place and never achieve anything? Do you?

Yes.

Okey-dokey, then.