I have been meaning to transfer some of my favorite blogs from the site that shall remain nameless. I thought I would start with this one since it does a pretty good job of capturing the strange places my mind goes sometimes (or most of the time):
OK, I love the stars and just gazing up at space and letting it blow my mind, but if you know me very well at all, it will come to know surprise that I place absolutely no confidence in astrology or any weight whatsoever on what my horoscope may say for any particular day.
You may think that this has to do with the fact that my faith is instead in the One that created the stars and you would be right. But, I rarely leave things that simple. The horoscope popularity has toned itself down lately, but it still drives me crazy at how it is everywhere.
So aside from the fact that God created the stars and your faith would be much better served in Him, lets take a scientific approach.

So what is a sign and how does someone get assigned their sign?
Well, it would appear that the ancient Greeks had a heck of a lot of spare time on their hands (especially at night) and thought it would be neat to play a galactic game of connect the dots with all the stars visible from Earth. I can only imagine all the fights that must have taken place at
2 oclock in the morning...It looks like a scorpion. No it doesnt it looks like a ox. Anyway, they somehow came to agree on them some 3 millennia ago and what do you know they stuck.
Worked out great for sailors!
Now you know its not good when youre not even to the meat of your argument and things already start to fall apart. You see, the ancient Greeks assigned each of the 13 major constellations a portion of the sky. Yes, I said it right, 13. If you know anything about astrology or been awake for any part of your life, you know that there are only 12 Zodiac signs. What happened to the 13th sign you ask? I'll tell you what happened. The freakin Babylonians thought it was just too much of an inconvenience to have 13 and decided to nix one. And wouldn't you know it, those stinkin pagans didn't knock out the most obvious choice. No, they went after Ophiuchus the serpent bearer. Heck, the sun only appears against the constellation Scorpius for 7 days, but some knuckle-headed Babylonian pagan thought it better to cut Ophiuchus out and give Scorpius his space. Do you really want to be any part of something where blatant discrimination such as this is going on?
I regress. Anyway, you get assigned your Zodiac sign based on which of the 12 constellations the sun appears against on the date you were born.
Now this is where the good stuff comes in. As it stands this year, the sun will not even appear against the constellation the Zodiac says it should for 326 of the 365 days of the year. So there is an 89% chance that you are a month off on your horoscope. Furthermore, the same chance exists that you were assigned the wrong sign when you were born if you are less than 120 years old (in case you were wondering, if over 120 the probability is 88%) Sure, you may think you are a Virgo, but I say with 89% probability that you are actually a Leo or Libra.
Why the inconsistency? It is called Movement of the Ages. Movement of the ages is an astronomical (not astrological) phenomenon that exists as a result of the Earth not being a perfect sphere. Come now, surely you didn't think the Earth was perfectly round. Imagine a toy top. It seems to spin perfectly strait for a little while but in a short amount of time it starts to wobble about its axis. This is because it is not perfectly symmetrical and the forces acting on it (mainly gravity) point out its lack of perfect roundness by making it wobble. The Earth does the same thing. It wobbles about its axis like a top. The major difference being that it takes the Earth 25,925 years to complete one wobble. But the point is that at some point during a 25,925 year cycle, the sun actually passes through every constellation on any given month.
Yes, I am afraid that means that your Zodiac sign is even more meaningless than the Da Vinci Code.
If nothing else, now you know what a big dork I am and what happens when I can't sleep. Again, probably not a big surprise to those of you that know me well, but hopefully insightful to those of you that dont.