K - You're wild and crazy.
A - You like to drink.
T - You're loyal to those who love you.
I - You are great in bed.
E - Damn good kisser.

or

E - Damn good kisser.
T - You're loyal to those who love you.
C - You are really silly.
H - You have a very good personality and looks.
Y - Best g/f b/f anyone could ever ask for.


A : You like to drink.
B : You're a crazy dancer.
C : You are really silly.
D : You like to drink.
E : Damn good kisser
F : You are dead sexy.
G : You never let people tell you what to do.
H : You have a very good personality and looks.
I : You Are Great in bed.
J : People Adore you.
K : You're wild and crazy.
L : Everyone loves you.
M : Best kisser ever.
N: You like to drink.
O: Awesome kisser.
P : You are popular with all types of people.
Q : You are a hypocrite.
R : You like people.
S : Easy to fall in love with.
T: You're loyal to those who love you.
U : You really like to chill.
V : You are not judgemental.
W : You are very broad minded.
X : You never let people tell you what to do.
Y : Best g/f b/f anyone could ever ask for.
Z : Always ready
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Eye Color: brown.
Hair Color: purple and blonde.
Height: 5' 7".
Favorite Color: turquoise.
Screen Name: etchy.
Favorite Band: sonata arctica.
Favorite Movie: american werewolf in london.
Favorite Show: house.
Your Car: don't have one.
Your Hometown: calgary.
Your Present Town: st. albert.
Your Crushes First Name: john-o. >..>
Your Grade: 12.
Your Style: comfortable.

Have You Ever
Sat on your rooftop?: nope.
Kissed someone in the rain?: yep.
Danced in a public place?: yep.
Smiled for no reason?: there's always a reason.
Laughed so hard you cried?: that i have.
Peed your pants after age 8?: yep.
Written a song?: written poetry.
Sang to someone for no reason?: me? sang? never.
Performed on a stage?: in grade 2.
Talked to someone you don't know?: i have indeed.
Gone out of your way to befriend someone?: not really.
Made out in a theatre?: nope.
Gone roller skating since 8th grade?: roller skating? no.
Been in love?: yes.

Who was the last person to
Say HI to you?: one of the art room crew, probably.
Tell you, I love you?: in a serious sense; no one lately. in an OMGILU way; several people.
Kiss you?: kurt. >..>
Hug you?: rhari or kurt.
Tell you BYE?: keenan.
Write you a note?: nobody.
Take your photo?: me.
Call your cell phone?: mike i think.
Buy you something?: someone bought me coffee...can't remember who.
Go with you to the movies?: nat and kelsi i think.
Sing to you?: nobody.
Write a poem about you?: nobody.
Text message you?: kurt.
Touch you?: touch in general? a lot of people.

What's the last
Time you laughed?: last night.
Time you cried?: last night.
Movie you watched?: the producers.
Joke you told?: something crude.
Song you've sang?: 99 bottles of beer on the wall.
Time you've looked at the clock?: right now, since you mentioned it.
Drink you've had?: chai tea.
Number you've dialed?: probably either rhari, kurt or mike.
Book you've read?: blood and chocolate.
Food you've eaten?: sammich.
Flavor of gum chewed?: bubblemint.
Shoes you've worn?: vans.
Store you've been in?: i can't remember honestly.
Thing you've said?: jesus tits batman, i'm tired.

Can You
Write with both hands?: just my right.
Whistle?: that i can.
Blow a bubble?: yep.
Roll your tounge in a circle?: no.
Cross your eyes?: oui.
Touch your tounge to your nose?: nien.
Dance?: not well.
Gleek?: no i cannot.
Stay up a whole night without sleep?: if i have to or want to.
Speak a different language?: nope.
Impersonate someone?: haha yep.
Prank call people?: i can, doesn't mean i will.
Make a card pyramid?: nien.
Cook anything?: i can indeed.

Finish The Line
If i were a ...: werewolf.
I wish ...: i was pretty.
So many people don't know that ...: i bottle up my feelings.
I am ...: etch to thah y fo' shigrizzle.
My heart is ...: big and only one person has the key to it.[/font]

WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!![/font]

YOUR NEX:
1. Is your username from a song?: nay.
2. Do you have over 100 friends?: online and RL combined.
3. Do you have a picture of yourself?: i do.
4. Do you get 1-3 comments every day?: haha, it's rare.

WOULD YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS:
1. Sleep in the same bed?: sure, why not?
2. Rob a bank?: depends on the bank.
3. Team up together and kill someone?: depends on who it is.

IN YOUR ROOM:
1. Do you have wood, floor or carpet?: carpet, baby.
2. Are your walls painted bright colors?: turquoise.
3. Do you have artwork hanging up on the walls?: i have a comic done by rhari leaning on my wall.
4. Do you have clothes on the floor?: yup.
5. Do you have a hidden stash of candy somewhere?: it's not hidden.
6. Do you have your own TV?: oui.
7. Do you have over 100 CDs?: nah. but i have a lot.
8. Do you have a bunch of pictures of bands and celebrities? i have a few posters.

WOULD YOU EVER:
1. Sing a solo?: fuck no.
2. Take an hour-long shower?: done before and i'll do it again.
3. Smoke pot just to be cool?: nah. i might smoke it to see what it's like.
4. Spend all night on homework?: rarely.

DO YOU LIKE:
1. More than one person?: nien.
2. Daisies?: not particularly.
3. To paint your fingernails?: not really. too time-consuming.
4. Music?: well durr.
5. Black raspberry ice cream?: yumdandy.
6. The beach?: not really.
7. Cats?: they're alright.

NOW:
1. Is your hair up?: i'm certain parts of it are sticking up.
2. Is your phone right beside you?: not my phone, but a phone.
3. Do you wish you were somewhere else?: yep.
4. Are you cold?: my hands are.
5. Are you excited?: for what? are you going to give me something?
6. Are you watching T.V.?: nay.
7. Recently done anything you regret?: not studying...aggh!
8. Ever lied?: well durr.
9. Ever trip over your own feet?: sadly yes.
10. Ever thrown up because you cried so hard?: yep.

THIS WEEK:
1. Have any planns? there's a chance.
2. Have you yelled at someone?: yeah.
3. Have you cried?: yeah.
4. Have you called more than 3 people?: me? call people? are you mad?

RANDOM:
1. First thing you did this morning?: FUCK SCHOOL.
2. Do you consider yourself good looking?: ahahaha no.
3. Do you have a crush?: well durr.
4. What's something you look forward to in the next six weeks: diplomas being over, my birthday...that's it?
5. What's annoying you right now?: my skin.

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[x] I know how to make a pot of coffee
[x] I do my own laundry
[x] I can cook for myself
[ ] I always do my homework/work
[x] I actually enjoy intellectual conversations
[ ] I think politics are exciting
[ ] My parents and grand-parents have better things to say than my peers

Total: 4

[x] I show up for school/work every day, unless I'm sick
[ ] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse.
[x] I've never gotten a detention.
[ ] I've watched talk shows to point out the credibility of it all.
[x] I know what credibility means without looking it up
[x] I drink coffee at least once a week

Total: 4

[x] I know how to run the dish washer and/or do the dishes.
[x] I can count to 10 in another language.
[x] When I say I'm going to do something, I usually do it.
[x] I can mow the lawn.
[x] I can wash a car
[x] I can make adults laugh...without being stupid
[ ] I remember to water my plants.
[x] I study when I have to.
[x] I pay attention at school(sometimes)
[x] I remember to feed my pets.

Total: 9

[x] I can spell experience without looking it up.
[x] I clean up my own mess.
[x] The first thing I do when I wake up is get coffee.
[x] I can go to the store with out getting something I don't need.
[x] I understand jokes the first time they are said.
[ ] I listen to my elders.
[x] I can type fast.

Total: 6

[ ] I have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour.
[x] I can look at someone hot without thinking of sex.
[x] I know that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.
[x] I can read a book and actually finish it.
[x] People have said that I act/look older than I am.

Total: 4

Now add up how many x's you have and put "I act x years old" in the subject line.

I act 23.[/font]

I'm tired.
So fucking[/b] tired of being the bad guy.
Jesus child raping christ on a popsicle stick, what the hell did I do?

The fact that most guys think with their cock doesn't help either.
Yeah, you fucking heard me.
Ever since guys started getting crushes on girls things started getting fucked up.
When the hell did guys start getting crushes on me? When did the gods come up with this sick idea of a joke?

Nobody can be just friends anymore; it causes anger and jealousy and a whole bunch of other bullshit that would never have come up when the lot of us were in grade school.
Grade school? Yeah, I wouldn't mind going back there sometimes.
Easier than dealing with high school; all kids can do on the weekends is get high, get drunk, get fucked.
If you're lucky, you won't end up dead or knocked up.
Gotta love our generation, hmm?

Better yet, gotta love how the phrase I love you is thrown around so uslessly.
Sometimes I wonder if it even means anything anymore.
It's just fucking protocal.



The lot of us are way too fucking young to even know what love means.
I'm not saying I do; hell I don't even know if I know what love means.
It's been three months into this wonderful relationship of mine, and I still haven't said I love you because of how much weight those three fucking words carry.
But right now, I sure as hell know what it feels like to be mad enough to taste bile.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck the whole fucking lot of you.
You make me sick; every last one of you.
It makes me want to run a fireplace poker through your fucking eye socket.

I guess I don't know what love means, but I sure as hell know what hate means.
Seeing red, tasting bile, practically crying and screaming with anger.
Furious enough that if I ever see you again, I'm going to spit in your face and cuss you out until your ears bleed.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.

How fucking dare you make this my fault? I'm not the one who can't keep it in his fucking pants, okay?
This bullshit makes me want to vomit botulism all over some old lady somewhere.
You can just get bulimia and fucking die.

I wish I had the power that 2 has; to scream into a microphone at the whole fucking world until he feels better.
Either that or shove his neon pink art pencil into your eyes.
You hear that? I'm going to make puree out of your retarded synapes.
NEON PINK PENCIL FUCK OF DEATH, DO YOU GET ME?

I've had it to the teeth with this bullshit.
And I'm still not feeling better, so I guess I'm just going to have to scream at you assholes a bit more.
I mean, goddamn...this...shit...nyagh.
You're like Stimpy stupid and in reality; you're not even worth bitching at!
If you want a fucking soap opera, go watch Days of Our Lives!

There's a fucking reason I don't date people like you, okay?
You aren't fucking worth it, you cocksucking motherfucker.
You get all edgy and paranoid, or [even better], your 'significant other' does. Then what happens, hmm? Why don't you tell me?
You drop all contact with someone who's probably more loyal than most of the teenage population because why?
Your girlfriend decides she's a THREAT. A FUCKING THREAT, SHITBRAIN!
Stuff like that makes me want to beat the both of you like a five dollar whore in a Detroit Best Western!
I would rather suck on Satan's cock than date you for even half a second.

If you don't like anything I've said, you know what?
You can EAT SPHINCTER.
I have had it, had it, had it up to my ass with this shit.
This is disgusting, and it has to stop.
I'm not saying all men [in this case, ignorant fucking boys] are the same slimebag assholes who deserve to be plugged with lead from a fucking AK-47.
Oooh ho ho no.
I'm just PISSED OFF that this shit is actually happening in our generation.
I mean, fuck. The guy I'm dating is sweet, funny, and we have a whole fuckload in common. And I might just be in love with him.

But this kind of trash makes me want to go monstertrucking over people's nuts.
I've been in a hell of a lot of shitty relationships, and yet I always seem to come up as the threat.
I've been in an abusive relationship, asshole! I've been smacked in the head for saying the wrong thing! And you're telling me....you're actually serious....that I'm a THREAT?!
FUCK. YOU.

Sure, I'll fucking fight with my teeth and claws if I have to.
I'll go rabid fucking raccoon on your skinny white ass.
But don't even try and tell me that I'm a threat to your sorry-ass excuse of a relationship.
You're pussy-whipped and you damn well know it; you just won't fucking admit it.
It's for the 'good of your relationship' that you're backstabbing me...oh that's rich. I've heard mental patients that lie better than you.

KILL.
YOURSELF.
NOW.

And preferably with something dull.
The more pain you go through, the better.
I'm going to make your life hell, motherfucker.
You think this is over?
It's just fucking started.

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The Raver's Manifesto


Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy.
Our nourishment of choice is Love.
Our addiction of choice is technology.
Our religion of choice is music.
Our currency of choice is knowledge.
Our politics of choice is none.
Our society of choice is utopian though we know it
will never be.

You may hate us. You may dismiss us.
You may misunderstand us. You maybe unaware of our existence.
We can only hope you do not care to judge us,
because we would never judge you.
We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned.
We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children...
We are one massive, global, tribal village that
transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself.

We are The Massive. One Massive.

We were first drawn by the sound.
From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat
was comparable to a mother's heart
soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring.
We were drawn back into this womb, and there,
in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it,
We came to accept that we are all equal.
Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves,
but to the very music slamming into us
and passing through our souls:
we are all equal.

And somewhere around 35 Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs,
pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves
to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits.
Pushing us to turn to the person beside us
to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable
joy we felt from creating this magical bubble
that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors,
atrocities, and pollution of the outside world.
It is in that very instant, with these initial realisations
that each of us was truly born.

We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses,
or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught,
and we bring life to them for one night.
Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest,
most intense, most hedonistic form.
In these makeshift spaces,
we seek to shed ourselves of the burden
of uncertainty for a future you have been
unable to stabilize and secure for us.

We seek to relinquish our inhibitions,
and free ourselves from the shackle's and restraints
you've put on us for your own peace of mind.
We seek to re-write the programming that you have
tried to indoctrinate us with since the
moment we were born.

Programming that tells us to hate,
that tells us to judge,
that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest
and most convenient pigeon hole possible.
Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you,
jump through hoops, and run through mazes
and on hamster wheels.
Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon
you are trying to feed us with,
instead of nourishing ourselves with our own capable hands.
Programming that tells us to close our minds,
instead of open them.

Until the sun rises to burn our eyes
by revealing the dis-utopian reality of a world you've created for us,
we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters
in celebration of our life, of our culture,
and of the values we believe in:

Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony,
Expression, Responsibility and Respect.

Our enemy of choice is ignorance.
Our weapon of choice is information.
Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging
whatever laws you feel you need to put in place
to stop us from celebrating our existence.

But know that while you may shut down any given party,
on any given night, in any given city,
in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet,
you can never shut down the entire party.
You don't have access to that switch,
no matter what you may think.
The music will never stop.
The heartbeat will never fade.
The party will never end.

I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.

This time, This place
Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there's just one left
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

[CHORUS]
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you'll be with me
and you'll never go
Stop breathing if
I don't see you anymore

On my knees, I'll ask
Last chance for one last dance
'Cause with you, I'd withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I'd give it all
I'd give for us
Give anything but I won't give up
'Cause you know,
you know, you know

[CHORUS]

So far away
Been far away for far too long
So far away
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know

I wanted
I wanted you to stay
'Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me and, never let me go
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