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  <title>Someday Daughter</title>
  <subtitle>A Point of Satisfaction</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Michelle</name>
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  <updated>2008-02-08T11:48:25Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kvaldari:12969</id>
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    <title>Bloop, bloop.</title>
    <published>2008-02-07T08:06:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-07T08:07:38Z</updated>
    <category term="ramblings"/>
    <lj:music>Law &amp; Order Episode Ramparts</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hmmm, well. I have not been here in quite some time. Well, not to this journal, in particular, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Werewolf episode of the original &lt;i&gt;Kolchak: The Nightstalker&lt;/i&gt; is on Chiller, right now, so, I left it there. If Lifetime had shown two episodes of &lt;i&gt;The Nanny&lt;/i&gt;, instead of one... *sighs*... Regardless, I still like the Zombie episode, the best. Ironic, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla went to bed, already, and, Meagan is not online, so, I am actually rather bored. Not that such is really all that surprising, I suppose. But, still. I am feeling creative, but, my inspiration is still somewhat tapped. I want to draw more of Ban Sanya, I really do. I have drawn him, a total of three times - with his war paint, with his hair brushed back, and, Wonderland style. That is more than I have ever drawn any of my original characters. Ever. Well, actually, Jamie might be up there, too. Hmmm. I would have to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I wish that it was Saturday. I want some more &lt;i&gt;Death Note&lt;/i&gt;. *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All righty. &lt;i&gt;Law &amp; Order&lt;/i&gt; for just over a half-hour, and, then, &lt;i&gt;Silent Hill&lt;/i&gt;. Makes me happy. :3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurts. ;^;.</content>
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    <title>Hm. Cute.</title>
    <published>2006-10-28T23:31:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-08T11:48:25Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>"I've Had the Time of My Life"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugardew.com/bloggalicious/quizzies/pocky/pockyquiz.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j284/faerieberry/capcap.gif" width="300" height="150"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what flavor pocky are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugardew.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFAED7"&gt;[c] sugardew&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kvaldari:12473</id>
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    <title>Whoo. August.</title>
    <published>2006-08-12T07:49:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-12T07:49:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blade: Trinity, on Starz!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, again, it most certainly has been a while. Let me see. A lot is going on, in my world, nowadays. *yawns* Whoops. Hehe. ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adaptations website is going fairly smoothly. I finally got the new Kimbley layout put up. &lt;i&gt;FINALLY!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;. Heh. I still have to do some work on it, but, in any case, it is up. I posted the first bit of the &lt;u&gt;Cry Me Your Past&lt;/u&gt; series. *sighs* Greed was a good guy, as far as the RP history goes, so, I just followed that one right up. Kintskints gave me a strange look, when she read it, claiming, "I never knew that this happened!" *slaps her forehead* Sweetheart, I love you, to death, but, sometimes, you are just about as dense as they come. It is an RP. I promise you that Greed is a bit AU, in the RP, so, the OOCness would be evident, in the fic, for anyone, other than myself, and Yoko-chan. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would love to finish this entry, but - . Well, no. Fuck that. I do not want to finish this entry. My ass hurts, from sitting in this chair, for so long. Besides, I want to watch television. So, yeah. Let me go, and do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! *grins*</content>
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    <title>Interesting Quiz Result</title>
    <published>2006-04-13T22:31:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-08T11:47:20Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>"Jeopardy" by Greg Kihn Band</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:387; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?? Which Of The Seven Deadly Sins Are You ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1060277732_CWINDOWSDesktoplazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Sloth!Lazy huh ?? You're a bit slow in getting going - and tend not to do anything unless it is absolutely necessary. You'd rather sit around, watch TV/Sleep then go out and about with friends, or take part in a sporting event. On the positive side, you tend to be quite smart, as you spend a lot of time watching the News (!!) or on the computer, Also by conserving your energy, it's right there waiting for you when it's vitally important to get going.Consider possibly moving out of the room once in a while - and perhaps once a week trade watching TV for half an hour with a walk - and you'll be back on track. However, Congratulations on being the most intelligent of the 7 deadly sins...&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(128,0,128)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F+Which+Of+The+Seven+Deadly+Sins+Are+You+%3F%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=202954"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kvaldari:11688</id>
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    <title>Wow. So much to tell.</title>
    <published>2006-01-31T00:02:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-31T00:02:12Z</updated>
    <category term="updates"/>
    <lj:music>"Gypsy" by Fleetwood Mac</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, it's been over a month, since I last posted, here. A lot has happened, since then. I will go down the list, as they come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fanlistings - I have more or less given up on my fanlistings. I will still be taking care of my Hellboy and John Myers fanlistings, as well as several others. Other than that, I will be closing them all. I just lost my passion for them. And, here is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Deviant Art - I finally broke down, and opened a Deviant Art account. My art work looks like total shit, but, I can handle that. I will get better, with practice! The members are great, and the atmosphere is spectacular. Some of the chat sessions do get a little rowdy, but, hey. What can I say? I love my fellow anime fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Anime - I have been into anime for quite some time, now. However, I have recently become utterly obsessed with several different shows. Fullmetal Alchemist and Samurai Champloo top the list. I watch it, I study it, and I enjoy it. That is where my Saturday nights go. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YouTube - I watch anime and such on YouTube, as well. Gravitaion and Loveless are what I got into, and I love them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Manga - Okay, so, I discovered &lt;i&gt;FAKE&lt;/i&gt;. *cheers* I am now slowly becoming obsessed with manga, shounen-ai, specifically. If you think I'm disgusting, I think that you are a narrow minded idiot. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fanfiction - I have rediscovered my writing ability, and I now write whenever I can. Hell, I need my own archive, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Role Play - I now enjoy RPing with several new online friends, (you know who you are). I have fun doing it, and I think that each individual RP is progressing, very well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are a few other things, but, since one pf my RP buddies wants to continue, I am going to join her! Good night!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kvaldari:11416</id>
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    <title>Quiz</title>
    <published>2005-12-19T01:21:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T01:21:50Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>"All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey (Singing)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Rudolph&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/rudolph.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and shy, you tend to be happiest when you're making someone else happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Naughty: You sometimes stick that nose where it doesn't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Nice: Christmas would be a sad affair without you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Anywhere: Chapter II</title>
    <published>2005-12-17T21:15:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-17T21:15:09Z</updated>
    <category term="dumb slash"/>
    <lj:music>"I Only Wanna' Be With You" by Hootie and the Blowfish</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Title: Anywhere: Chapter II&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13 (For now)&lt;br /&gt;Genre: General, Angst&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: ??/??, Ryan/Tim, Ryan/Bam&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything attached to or affiliated with the individuals present within this piece. To my knowledge, none of this has happened, and I do not claim that it did. This is a non-profit piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Total chaos ensues during a spur of the moment, out of state trip. Bam's POV.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Note: Sorry for the delay. I had to wait for my muses to return from their own little vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 1442&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/dumb_slash/12583.html#cutid1"&gt;Chapter One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first night in Vermont was a blast. While we were all pretty tired from our drive up from Westchester, there was a certain excitement that hung in the air, at the prospect of hitting the town full force. I was easily the most excited out of everyone, because I knew exactly what we were all going to do throughout the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was four-thirty in the afternoon when we entered the state, and hotter than hell. I was surprised by the heat, as New York had been bearable, at least to the point where we had not needed the air conditioner in the car. The minute that we entered the town of Alburg, it was as if someone had blown steam through the hummer. I had turned on the air conditioner, and we worked our way through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, we found ourselves in the town of St. Albans. I was more than just a little confused, as I did not remember ever having seen St. Albans on the map. We pulled up at a mobile station, and everyone got out to stretch their legs. I spoke with Glomb for a few moments, and we decided that we should just put up at a hotel for the night. Neither one of us cared to continue driving, regardless of the fact that our final destination was no more than an hour away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked a hotel, checked in, and left our luggage in our rooms. There was usually no debate over who roomed with whom. I expected that Ryan and I would share a room, just like we always had during past trips. Then, everyone else would pair off at their leisure. However, Ryan and Glomb had taken off to a room before I had even had the chance to seek my friend out. I acted as though it were no big deal, and made a joke about them suddenly becoming attached at the hip. In the end, I ended up rooming with Novak, while Rake, Raab, and DiCo worked out some cockamamie system of their own. After dumping our luggage, we regrouped in the lobby, and decided to see what the town had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven of us climbed back into our vehicles, and headed back toward the city. The hotel that we had chosen was right by the interstate, on the outskirts of St. Albans. It was a short drive into the middle of the city, and the first item on the menu, oddly enough, was to find a place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a few fast food restaurants in town, or so the hotel receptionist had told us. These places included a McDonalds, a Wendy’s, and a Burger King, all in the same area of the town. There were a few more regular restaurants, but we had no inclination to go to any of them. I got on the phone, and dialed Ryan’s number, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” he said, answering the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where do you guys wanna’ eat?” I asked. “We’ve got burger joints, like, four pizza places, and some Chinese take out restaurants.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, hold on,” Ryan replied. I heard him ask Glomb where he wanted to eat, and some rustling as Ryan got back to the phone. “How about that Chinese Japanese fusion place that we saw on Main Street?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed. Those two were so predictable. “Sounds good to me,” I replied. I hollered over my shoulder, “Who feels like raw fish?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is not raw fish,” Ryan protested. “They must have other things.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine,” I replied. “We’ll go there.” I paused, as I heard Glomb mutter something in the background, and Ryan laughed. “What’s so funny?” I asked, laughing slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” Ryan asked. “Oh, nothing. See you at dinner.” With that, he hung up, as did I. I felt a little hurt that Ryan seemed to be disregarding me, but I let it go. This was supposed to be a vacation. Why ruin it with such petty feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled into one of the parking spaces in front of the restaurant, I could not help but be amazed. This place was so quiet, yet so busy at the same time. It was hard to explain, and it still is, but this town had a special comfort. For a split second, I almost wished that I could live here. That became a short-lived fantasy in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the seven of us clambered into the fusion joint, and looked around. There were booths to sit in against the left wall, and tables and chairs to the right. We decided upon two booths, and I was almost shocked when Ryan chose to sit in a booth with me. He sat beside me, Novak was across from us, and the other four were seated in the booth behind Ryan and I. For a moment, I felt like asking him why he and Glomb weren’t sitting in one another’s laps or something. However, I bit my tongue, and looked through the glass of the windows at the front of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I peered out of the windows, I came face to face with the perfect spot to have a talk with Ryan. I had been meaning to have a chat with him about the way that I had been treating him for the past few weeks, but I had backed out of actually doing it. Now, however, I was feeling up to it, as I had found a place to have said chat. I was staring at a park, a beautiful area with green trees, several memorials, and what I thought might be a fountain. I was not sure, as I was leaning forward, and tilting my head at an angle to see the park, as it was. The entire park looked beautiful and majestic against the glow of the setting sun, which was coming from behind the buildings on the street where we sat. I was certain that I would finally be getting everything out in the open with Ryan on that very night, and nothing was going to change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A waitress came out to take our orders a few moments later. I ordered something off of the menu that I could not pronounce, just for a laugh. Novak said that he was not very hungry, but went ahead and ordered the General Tao’s chicken dish, anyway. Ryan ordered a plate of sautéed vegetables, which I found to be slightly out of character for my best friend. Across to the next booth, I heard the others give their orders to the waitress. Raab made a total idiot out of himself, trying to sound as if he understood what each and every Japanese and Chinese word on the menu said. It took some time for everyone to get their orders placed, and the waitress said that it would probably be about a half an hour before everyone’s meals were ready. I found this to be the perfect opportunity to sneak away, and have that little heart to heart that I had been meaning to initiate with Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time was ripe, I leaned over to Ryan, and whispered to him. “Hey,” I began, “do you think that we could step outside for a minute?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a suspicious kind of look. “What for?” he asked, somewhat innocently.&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;“I think that we need to talk,” I replied, honestly. There was really no other way to put it. We simply needed to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay,” he replied, with a nod. With that, we slid out of the booth, and toward the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!” I heard someone call. I turned around, and saw Glomb looking in our direction. “Where are you guys going?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to answer, but, before I could get a word out of my mouth, Ryan had already left my side, and was standing beside Glomb. He whispered something to the other man, smiled, and headed back toward me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll be back in a few minutes,” I said. “Don’t cause any damage that we’ll have to pay for while I’m gone.” I gave one member of the group a pointed look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you looking at me?” Raab cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, who should I be looking at, dumbass?” I asked, as I walked through the door. Before I got all of the way outside, I heard his response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, me, but -.” The rest was lost behind the now closed door. Ryan soon pushed his way through the barrier of the door, and we walked toward the crosswalk. We crossed the street, and entered the park.&lt;br /&gt;It was time to have that chat.</content>
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    <title>Whoo... A New One</title>
    <published>2005-12-15T02:26:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-15T02:26:53Z</updated>
    <category term="quiz"/>
    <lj:music>"Dancing With Myself" by Billy Idol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have got to say, this one caught me off guard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 26 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, this thing is way of. In actuality, it is pretty close. I do act as the description, well, &lt;i&gt;describes&lt;/i&gt;, and it is more than just slightly unsettling. In a good way. Hah, didn't know that unsettling could be a good thing, did ya'? Didn't think so. *smacks self* Right. Anyway... Yeah. Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote a certain vampire hunter, *cough*HannibalKing*cough*, "Sorry, I ate a lot of sugar, today." I did, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better go away, before I thoroughly embarras myself. Good night!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kvaldari:10559</id>
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    <title>A New RPG - Are YOU Interested?</title>
    <published>2005-12-11T06:25:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-11T06:25:28Z</updated>
    <category term="rpg"/>
    <lj:music>Adult Swim</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am looking for individuals interested in joining a Harry Potter RPG set in the time of the Marauders. I need at least four other people to start this project, and I would really like to get it off of the ground. I have a few things set up, already, and I can give the specifics to anyone who is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in joining, or if you just want to learn more about it, leave me a comment with contact information, and I will speak with you.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kvaldari:10288</id>
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    <title>New Icon</title>
    <published>2005-12-11T06:23:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-11T06:25:44Z</updated>
    <category term="icon"/>
    <lj:music>Adult Swim</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I finally changed my icon! Go, me! Yeah...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kvaldari:10076</id>
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    <title>Survey Retake</title>
    <published>2005-12-11T05:49:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-11T05:49:53Z</updated>
    <category term="survey"/>
    <lj:music>Neon Genesis Evangelion (TV)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">While looking back through past posts, I came across &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/kvaldari/2790.html#cutid1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; little gem. It is a survey that I took sometime last year, I believe, and I thought that it would be interesting to retake the survey, compare the results, and see just how much my tastes have changed and/or amtured. So, here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Hellboy, Blade Trinity, The Brothers Grimm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: Nip/Tuck, Reunion, Out of Practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor: Ryan Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress: Scarlette Johannson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: Guillermo Del Toro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: "Glycerine" by Bush, "Cold" by Crossfade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist/group: Duran Duran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: Still not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie quote: "You will help him, in essence, to become a man." - Professor Broom, &lt;i&gt;Hellboy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, fuck me. *sees other dogs* Fuck me &lt;i&gt;sideways&lt;/i&gt;!" - Hannibal King, Blade Trinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric quote: "I'll be coming home just to be alone." - Three Days Grace, &lt;i&gt;Home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie character: John Myers, Hannibal King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV character: Carla (Reunion), Mackenzie Allen (Commander In Chief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV couple: Carla/Aaron (Reunion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanlisting: &lt;a href="http://fan.www.somedaydaughter.net/hellboy/"&gt;Hellboy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fan.www.somedaydaughter.net/myers/"&gt;Myers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author/writer: Annie Proulx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book: &lt;u&gt;Full Metal Alchemist: Land of Sand&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book character: Arthur Weasley, Harry Potter series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website: AdultFanFiction.Net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Owl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: Smart One's Pasta Alfredo with Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Vanilla Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: Purple, Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magazine: CosmoGIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animated TV Show: Full Metal Alchemist, Samurai Champloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word: Kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of the week: Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TFL smilie: Luff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedian: Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place: My bedroom, Nick's bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School subject: Creative writing, Psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scent: Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store: Hot Topic (for the Japanese Anime items)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant: TGI Fridays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car: Grand Am</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kvaldari:9199</id>
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    <title>Holy ****</title>
    <published>2005-11-17T00:09:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-17T00:09:28Z</updated>
    <category term="movie"/>
    <lj:music>"Everything You Want" by Vertical Horizon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh, my dear God! I just stumbled upon the IMDB.com page for an upcoming film, titled &lt;i&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/i&gt;. I swear, this is &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; the kind of movie that I have been waiting for! I am so excited. The link to the page, and the trailer, is &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0388795/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I can not wait for this movie! It premires in December, and I am simply &lt;i&gt;dying&lt;/i&gt; to see it! I do not know just how much longer I can wait! So, that is it. Happy hunting!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kvaldari:8677</id>
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    <title>Yet Another Survey</title>
    <published>2005-10-11T23:51:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-11T23:51:17Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>"You Say" by Vertical Horizon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is the last one for the night, I swear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fucking Long Survey... Trust Me You'll Like It!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~The Basics~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Whats Your Real Name::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Michelle &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Middle Name::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Lee &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthdate::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;October 5 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Where I am, now. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Vermont &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Zodiac::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Libra &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Grey-Blue &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Light brown, with natural red and blodne highlights. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Heritage::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Native American, Scottish, and Western European. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Age::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;17 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;5' 5" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Currently Living With::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My mother and brother. My father is currently away. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What Time Is It::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;6:57 pm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~School~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What School Do You Attend::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Bellows Free Academy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Mascot::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Bobwhite (Boys) and Comets (Girls) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;School Colors::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Green and Gold &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Grade::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Senior &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hottest Teacher::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I have no idea. Mr. Right, maybe? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Uglyist Teacher::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Quite a few. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite Subject::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Creative Writing, Biology &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Least Favorite Subject::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Physical Education, Calculus &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hottest Guy/Girl In School::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Matt T. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite Teacher::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Ms. Eldred &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Least Favorite Teacher::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Mr. Cioffi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If You Could Have Any Teacher Fired, Who Would it Be::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Mr. Cioffi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;College You Wanna Go To::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Johns Hopkins University &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~The Future~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do You Wanna Get Married::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, and I plan to as soon as my father gets home. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;At What Age Do You Hope To Get Married At?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Somewhere between eighteen and twenty. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How Many Kids::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;At least four. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What Type of Wedding would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Traditional, at Nick's church. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick's church. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you wanna be when you grow up?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I am grown up, and I want to be a Criminal Psychologist. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where would you want to live?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Somewhere close to our families. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Where would the honeymoon be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not sure, yet. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;If you parents didnt like the person would you still marry them?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;If I loved him, of course. There would be absolutely no question. And, come hell, high water, or royally pissed off parents, Nick and I are going to get married. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~Favorties~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yellow. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Food::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Pasta Alfredo. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chocolate::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hershey. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Drink::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Chocolate Yoohoo, or Vanilla Coke. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Magazine::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;CosmoGIRL! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chanel::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Lifetime, USA Network (For WWE). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sent::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Perfume::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Colonge::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Website::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Person::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Time in your life::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Grade::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Screen Name::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pick Up Line::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Song (at the moment)::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Movie (at the moment)::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Song (of all time)::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Movie (of all time)::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Way of Communication::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Item::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Store::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Piece of Clothing::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shirt::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pants::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shoes::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Band::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Boy Band::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Type of Music::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Day of the week::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Country::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Language::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Car::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;SUV::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Word::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Place to Make out::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Anywhere private. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Place to hang out::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick's room, the mall, or Andy's car. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Street Name::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Madison Avenue &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;State::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Vermont &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fairy Tale::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Cinderella &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Love Story::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;There are way too many to pick just one. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Love Quote::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;"You are my world, my life. I would die for you." &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ice Cream Flavor::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Black raspberry. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Model::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I do not have one. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Veggie::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;In light of the "Tomatoe: Fruit or Vegetable?" debate, I would have to say either broccoli or zucchini. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fruit::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Again, while the debate over the tomatoe rages, I would have to say raspberries. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Swear Word::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Fucker &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Question::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Why are we here? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~Have You Evers~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fallen For Your Best Friend::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;If I had known him longer, I would be able to say so. Now, I just say that we fell in love. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lied to your parents::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Made out with some one::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sung at a karioke bar::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Danced on top of the table::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Drank Alcholol::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, but, only enough to make me slur a few of my words, every now and again. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Watched Languna Beach::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No frickin' way. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Watched The Notebook::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not yet. I am dying to, though. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Loved someone::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Black mailed someone::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Skipped Class::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not for any reason other than to go to the nurse. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Licked something::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Gone AIM::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Watched Porn::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Unintentionally. "Oz" came close enough, though. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Kissed Someone that was just a friend::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been Rejected::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been In Love::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, as I currently am. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cheated on someone::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No, as that would make me the ultimate hypocrite. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been cheated on::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, and I kicked his ass to the curb for it, too. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Used::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Used what? Drugs? No. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Used someone::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fallen for someone you just met::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, and we are very happy together, too. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Done something you regret::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do You:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Forgive easily::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hell, no. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Forget easily::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Fuck, no. Not when it matters. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Trust easily::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No way in hell. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Love easily::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not really. I can not really judge, as I have only been in love this one time, and I have no intention of changing those statistics. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Color Your Hair::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I streaked it, once, and highlighted it, one other time. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shave::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, as I do not fancy the Mediterranian look, at all. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Drink Soda::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Rarely, these days. It royally fucked up my teeth. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Kiss on the 1st date::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;kiss random people::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;say "I love You" to much::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not for Nick's tastes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;say whats on your mind::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Constantly. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;like to smell good::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;take a shower daily::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, usually. If not, every other day. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;want something/someone you can have::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, but, now I have him. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~This Or That~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Coke or Pepsi::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Coke, baby. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;McDonalds or Burger King::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Burger King has better fries, shakes, and toys in the Kid's Meals. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;KFC or Wendys::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Wendy's, but that is just for the Frosty, as I am a vegetarian. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Subway or Quiznos::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Subway. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cadillac or Mersadces::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Depends upon certain variables, but, over all, I prefer Mercedes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;VH1 or MTV::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;If Viva La Bam reruns are on, then MTV. Otherwise, they both tend to suck. FUSE, baby! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Vanilla or Chocolate::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Vanilla. Why does no one else ever say vanilla on these frickin' things? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Oc or Laguna Beach::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Neither. I despise all of the shit. Give me "Reunion", baby! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Paper or Plastic::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Let's save the trees, and our natural rescources, and use canvas bags, shall we? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Computers or Phones::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Computers. What the hell can you do with a phone that can not be done with a basic computer, these days? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Jay-Z or Nas::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Jay-Z or who? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ja-Rule or 50 Cent::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Ja-Rule. Though, I could really care less. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;50 Cent or The Game::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Who the hell is The Game? Unless you are talking HHH, (pro wrestling), I do not care. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Addidas or Nike::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I do not care. Whatever is comfortable. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Baby Phat or Roxy::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Neither. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Rocawear or Element::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Element is the only one that I have ever heard of. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Rap or Rock::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Rock. Rap sucks. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Jay-Z or Linkin Park::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Linkin Park. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Love or Lust::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Love. Though, I do enjoy some good, old-fashioned lust. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Truth or Lies::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Both can be fun. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Yankees or Red Soxs::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I do not give a shit. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Red Soxs or White Soxs::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Just as long as they keep them clean. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Abercrombie or Hollister::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Once again, I find myself not giving a flying fuck. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Carpet or Hardwood::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It depends upon the room. Carpet in sitting rooms, hardwood in area where it would look better, and tile in the kitchen and bathroom. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Walf or Run::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Walking is preferable. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Sunset or Sunrise::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Both are absolutely beautiful. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cancun or Cabo::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I have no idea where Cabo is, so, Cancun. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Laugh or Cry::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Both are enjoyable, when they are meant for a good reason, (i.e. a good movie). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Silver or Gold::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Silver. Gold is too gaudy. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;White or Black::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Black. I look horrible in most things that are white. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;School or Crack::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;School. Crack is nothing that I would like to be within five thousand feet of, unless busting a dealer. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~Friends~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Friends::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick, Crystal, and Andy (to a degree, to the point where I can say things in front of him). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Funniest::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Crystal. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Loudiest::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;One you can trust most::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;one you went out with::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Preppiest::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Joanna. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Emo::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Me. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ghetto::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I do not know any. My brother, maybe. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Punk::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nevin. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Model Type::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sandra. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Longest::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Joanna. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shortest::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Joanna. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hottest::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~In a Guy or Girl~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Red-Brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Blue, though I am not incredibly particular. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Anything above 5' 6". &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A healthy weight is preferrable. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Age::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;As long as he is legal, I do not care. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Style of Clothing::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Something to reflect a persona. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Personality::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Smart, semi-mature, with a great sense of humor. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Physical Quality::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Arms, legs, and abs. A nice ass is a good thing to have, too. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Worst Quality::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I have this thing against feet. I think that they are rather disgusting, unless covered by socks and/or shoes, of some sort. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All Most the end!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What time is it now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;7:48 pm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How long did it take you to take the survey?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;51 minutes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Was it Worth it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hell, yeah. Great work with this. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The End&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S35167/Fucking_Long_Survey..._Trust_Me_You&amp;#39;ll_Like_It!.html" title="Fucking Long Survey... Trust Me You&amp;#39;ll Like It!"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>Another Survey - This Is a Long One! (Updated: 10.29.05 3:39 pm)</title>
    <published>2005-10-11T22:54:19Z</published>
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    <content type="html">It is a doozey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything anyone could possibly ever want to know about anyone!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;general&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;nickname/s:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Mickey, Shellie, Shell, Mitch, and other private nicknames. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;October 5 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;zodiac sign:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Libra &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;5' 5" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I am not sure. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;shoe size:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;8.5 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;animals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;favourite animal/s:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Owl, Rabbit, Birds &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;animal you look most like:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Panther &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;animal you would like to be for a day and why:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My cat, Precious. It would be interesting to life her life, I think. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;any pets:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Five cats, two dogs. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ever been attacked by an animal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you ever eaten an animal that wouldnt normally be eaten:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;any animal you hate and why:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not really. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;can you count all your real friends on one hand?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;if someone tried to chat you up with a cheesy line, what would you do?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Smile politely, and tell them to shove off. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you often argue with people?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hell, yeah. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you make friends easily?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what qualities do you like in a person?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Compassionate, fun, loving, and understanding. And, they need to know how to party. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what qualities do you dislike in a person?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;If I can not trust them, forget it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you had a lot of relationships?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Quite a few, yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you believe online relationships can work?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, I do. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you ever been in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I am right now. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;more then once?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have a boyfriend/girlfriend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A boyfriend, yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;sexual preference:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Guys. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ever cheated on a boy/girlfriend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No, because that would make me teh ultimate hypocrite. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ever been cheated on?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, and I kicked him to the curb for it, too. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;philosophy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you belong to any religion?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not really. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;any strong views on religion?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Some, but nothing that is noteworthy. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you believe in god and why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, because we all need something to believe in. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;satan?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;To some degree, I suppose. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you think happens to us after we die?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I do not know. I like to think that we get to go back to the best times in out lives, and stay that way for eternity, with those that matter the most. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;why are we here?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sometimes, for the purpose of a meaning that we could never understand in this life. Other times, I believe that we are here to play someone's sick little game. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;why are you here?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;To keep the peace in my personal world. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you believe in aliens?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what is at the edge of the universe?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The universe has no end, nor any edge. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you ever seen a ghost?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ever had a dream that came true?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, many times. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you believe in fate?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;or luck?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;love at first sight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, as it happened to me. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;stereotypes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do most people label you as?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Either a nice, quiet, shy girl, or as a bitch. Either way, I do not care. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you label other people?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sometimes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;is there any stereotype of person that you dislike?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The guy that is never faithful to his girl. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;if so, why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I think that "never faithful" says it all. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;why do you think people conform to stereotypes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;To feel better about themselves. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;did you put that most people label you as (your name)?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what stereotype do people label you as? if any:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I often hear that people expect me to be the nerd with my nose in a book twenty-four seven. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you think you're unique?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Absolutely. Even if we follow someone else, some small part of us is still individual. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you label yourself as a particular stereotype?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not really. I am just Michelle, the highschool senior that likes to listen to 80s music and have as much fun as possible. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;if so, why do you label yourself this way? if not, why not?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I am nothing extrardinarily special, but neither am I anything extraordinarily ordinary, either. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you dress in any other way than the 'norm':&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I add my own little accessories onto everything. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what would you typically wear on a day at home?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sweatpants (with the flare legs, not the straight leg ones) or shorts, and either a yellow tee-shirt, or a tank top. It depends upon both my mood, and the weather. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what about on a night out?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Something sexy, that my boyfriend will like. As long as it suits the night's activities. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;why do you dress the way you do?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Because I like to. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;would you rather...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;be poked in the eye with a pen OR stand on a drawing pin? why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Depending upon how hard we are talking, poked in the eye with a pen. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;be eaten alive by a gorilla OR be washed out to sea? why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Be washed out to see. Maybe I can float on something, 'cause I sure as hell could never swim back to shore. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;not brush your teeth for a week OR not shower for 3 weeks? why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not brush my teeth for a week. There is a reason why we have gum. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;eat a live slug OR a dead rat? why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Ew. Not even touching that one. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;jog through a town naked OR stand on one foot for 24 hours? why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Jog through a town naked. I have bad ankles. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;burn your computer OR snap all of your cds? why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Snap all of my CDs. I can always make more, or buy more. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who do you live with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My mother and brother. My father is currently gone. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you get on well with your family?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sometimes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;any siblings?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;One brother. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;closest family member?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My aunt Lori. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you share a room?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;are your parents divorced?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;would you ever adopt?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you want a family of your own one day?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Absolutely. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;would you ever...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;kill a person in self defence?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Only if it came down to such a thing. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;kill a person because you hated them?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Probably not. If I hate them that much, they are not worth going to prison for. Then, they would win. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;steal from a loved one?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have sex with someone for a lot of money?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Depending upon the person, I would have to say no. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have sex with someone for a reasonable amount of money?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Once again, depending upon the person, probably not. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;lie to someone you loved if it meant they would be happy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It depends upon the lie. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;physically hurt a stranger because you thought it would be funny?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;beat someone up who you disliked?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It depends upon what they did to piss me off. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;commit adultery?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;get married before the age of 20?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;take drugs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;smoke?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;a genre you particularly like and why:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;80's music. It is so perfect that it fits with my persona. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;a genre you particularly dislike and why:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Heavy metal. I enjoy the functionality, little as it may be, of my hearing, thank you very much. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;favourite bands:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Duran Duran, Vertical Horizon, John Cena, Annie Lennox &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;a band you hate and why:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Green Day. That frickin' September song is driving me nuts. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do people assume you like particular bands because of how you dress?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. They always guess some kind of pop music. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;are the bands they guess right?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not even frickin' close. I despise most of the newer music that comes out, and I absolutely hate pop music, with an unmatched passion. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you think of nu-metal?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Some of it is okay, but, for the most part, it sucks. It really depends upon the song. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you look for in a good song?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A good beat, and good lyrics. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you look for in good lyrics?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A meaning. Every song has a meaning, and I have to like it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you know the words to your favourite songs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you know the names of the bandmembers of all your favourite bands?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not all of them. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;is music what you live for?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Most times, yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you play any instruments?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;can you read music?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;would you ever listen to orchestral music?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. I love it, actually. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you been influenced musically by your parents/people you live with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. My mother used to play 80's music when I was little. By the time I was five, I would change the television to MTV, full blast, in the middle of the night. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do your friends all like the same bands as you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No frickin' way. My friends would not know good music if it bit them. Well, some, but, very few. Just Nick, Crystal, and Andy. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you have a crush on the lead singer of your favourite band?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hell, yes. John Cena is wonderful. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;if i snapped/stole all your cds, what would you do to me?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Ask you to recommend me to a good free music downloading station. Oh, and give you my best "I-am-giving-a-sad-attempt-at-being-objective-and-not-killing-you" smile. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;go to many gigs/concerts?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not too many. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who have you seen live?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Quite a few rock bands at one huge concert, HIM, Vertical Horizon, Bush, and The Beach Boys. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;are you in a band yourself?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I was, for a little while. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you ever played for an audience?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. Though, I have sang for crowds, before. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you ever told anyone their music taste is crap?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Constantly. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;style&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;on a normal day, how would you usually do your hair?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Down and straight. It is short, shoulder length, so, there are not that many options. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ever dyed your hair an unatural colour?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Some freaky red streaks were once involved. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you have any piercings/tattoos?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My ears are each pierced, once. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Any scars or distinguishing features?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A mole on the back of my neck, a 'beauty' mark on my toe, and a birthmark on the back of my head. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;trousers or skirts, and why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Trousers. I will only wear a skirt with something (thin shorts) under it. It just feels wierd to have nothing there. I am breaking this habit, however. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you enjoy shoes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sometimes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you think of fashion?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It is severaly overrated. Individuality sank the day that some yahoo came up with the concept. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ever considered that all these 'goth' kids are just following a fashion too:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hell, yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do people think that your style is a bit bizarre?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sometimes. And I love every single minute of it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what colour do you mainly wear?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yellow. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ever worn something extremely odd in public? what?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, I wore some dark purple lipstick through the mall Friday night. Crystal did, too, at my request. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you wear much jewellery?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sometimes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how long do you, on average, spend on your appearance in the morning?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Five minutes at the absolute most. After that, I have no time left. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;has anyone ever called you vain?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, but she was talking out her ass, trying to make me feel like a total bitch, because her boyfriend tried to flirt with me. (It is my own personal rule not to do that). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you wear makeup?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Rarely. People do not believe me when I say it, either. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;childhood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you think you had a happy childhood?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Compared to some, yes. Compared to others, mine was moderate. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what was your favourite kids tv show?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sailor Moon, Bananas In Pajamas &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what was your favourite toy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My Barbie doll collection. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;did you have barbie dolls/action men?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Many Barbie dolls, and an unbelieveably sizeable wardrobe. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;did you go to a nursery or playgroup?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what was your first day at school like?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It was so much fun, or so I assume. Well, since it did not traumatize me for life, I assume that it must have went well. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who was your first best friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Lucy Foster. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;did you enjoy school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;future&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what future career would you hope for?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Criminal Psychologist, Novelist, or Screenwriter. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how about a dream career?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Actress. I believe that I would be good at it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you plan to get married one day?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, as soon as my father comes home. Nick and I decided not to have the wedding without him, obviously. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have children?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, as soon as possible, without having to pull my hair out. (Trust me, that made sense to me). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;where would you like to live?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Somewhere close to our families. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what age do you want to live to?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Until I can live no longer. Provided I am in good health, 105 sounds good to me. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what names would you give your children?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Benjamin, Nicholas, Jr., Noell, and Kalysia. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how would you like to die?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Peacefully. Though, I would really prefer not to. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you think you'll be like as an old person?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I have no idea. Hopefully, I will be a grandmother. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;will you still dress how you do now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I very much doubt it. Though, I refuse to dress like many older people do, today. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;would you ever get a cloud hairstyle?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Considering I have no idea what that even is, I will err on the side of caution, and say 'no'. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you want to achieve before you die?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Raise a family with Nick. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what would you do if...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;a stranger slapped you in the street?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Slap the bitch back. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;your favourite top got ruined in the wash?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Buy a new one just like it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;a leprechaun leapt out of your computer screen?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Grab the shotgun. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;you heard someone break into your house?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Grab the shotgun. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;a friend told a secret of yours?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Slap the bitch. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;a parent read your journal?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Scream and holler and carry on. Then, I would lock myself in my room, and let them wait. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;you won the lottery?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Pay off every bill that I ever could have. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;your computer blew up?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Scream. Cry. Holler. Carry on. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;you found a fly in your soup at a posh restaurant?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Make a big scene, and demand that my meal, which I would never touch again, be free. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;the world was going to end in 3 days?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Well, that is really no one's business, except for mine, Nick's, and John Cena's. Just kidding. Just mine and Nick's. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;general&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;if you had to describe yourself in one word, what would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Creative. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you consider yourself kind?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;would you cry if a pet died?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I always do. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you do in a typical non-work day?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sleep until noon, at minimum, and do whatever I have the energy to do. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what makes you feel sad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Knowing that I will not see Nick very often for the next few years, until we can get our own place. (College). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what makes you happy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick, my family, and my friends. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;if you only had one thing for the rest of your life what would it be?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what makes you angry?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Ignorance, and the people that come with it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you get angry easily?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you get sad easily?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you hate anyone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;You bet your ass, I do. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you love anyone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;are you in love with anyone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;how do you cheer yourself up if you're feeling down?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Read some fanfiction, or watch one of my favorite movies, and then write some of my own fanfiction. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what one material thing could you not live without?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The emerald ring that Nick bought for me, out of the blue. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;can people usually tell how you're feeling?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sometimes, but, I am usually very good about hiding everything. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you often share your feelings with people?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;who would you be most likely to share them with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick, or Crystal. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;does anyone you know of hate you? if so, why?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not that I know of. Though, there was this one guy that I never got along with. Everyone thought that he just had a thing for me, and was embarrassed to admit it. Like shit. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you have any bad habits?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, as you can plainly tell. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;have you been diagnosed with depression?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not yet, but, I have the feeling that I am headed down that road, or have already been there, and am currently getting over it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you believe in the saying 'life is what you make it'?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;To some degree. Though, some things do rely on other people. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you trust people easily?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;No. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you think you are you trustworthy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;ever emotionally hurt a close friend or relative?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;do you consider youself sensitive?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;what do you think of war?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It is stupid, and Bush had better get my father and all of the other men and women out of Iraq right now. It is a waste of time, money, and, most importantly, so many lives. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;world peace?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;It is definitely something that we should be looking into. It might never happen, but, at least we could know that we tried. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;the government?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Corrupt. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;same sex-marriage?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I am all for it. I have many gay friends, and I believe, whole-heartedly, that we should be open minded about the issue. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;abortion?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Wrong. Very, very wrong. Though, there should be strict limitations to circumstances allowing it, (i.e. endangerment of life). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;animal testing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Cruel and uncalled for. I can not fit all of my opinions on here. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;rape?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Those who committ it should (ideally) be castrated on the spot. No questions asked. In the meantime, prison suits me just fine. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;shoes?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Useful when walking. However, I already have way too many pairs. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;life?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;I agree with Loverboy on this one. I am loving every minute of it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;this survey?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;This survey has been very itneresting. I have actually learned a little bit about myself that I never knew, before. I commend the creator on a job well done. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S25050/everything_anyone_could_possibly_ever_want_to_know_about_anyone!.html" title="everything anyone could possibly ever want to know about anyone!"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>Another Survey</title>
    <published>2005-10-11T21:46:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-11T21:48:21Z</updated>
    <category term="survey"/>
    <lj:music>"Best I Ever Had" by Vertical Horizon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, I was bored. Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Favorites, Have-You-Evers.. and Last Times! Oh, the variety!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;gum:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Trident White Wintergreen &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;restaurant:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;TGI Friday's &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;drink:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Chocolate Yoohoo &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;season:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Autumn &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;type of weather:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Anything with a warm breeze. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;emotion:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Creativity &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;thing to do on a half day:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Hang out at Nick's. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;late-night activity:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Catching the newest flick at the Majestic 10. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;sport:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Pro Wrestling (Hey, Sports Entertainment) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;city:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;New York City &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;store:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Victoria's Secret &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When was the last time you..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;cried:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Saturday Night &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;played a sport:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Sometime last week. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;laughed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A little bit ago. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hugged someone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yesterday &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;kissed someone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yesterday &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;felt depressed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Today &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;felt elated:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A few days ago. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;felt overworked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Not recently... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;faked sick:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Two or three weeks ago. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;lied:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Today. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the last..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;word you said:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Dear. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;thing you ate:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Two bites of Applebees' cheescake, from my birthday. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;song you listened to:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;"Miracle" by Vertical Horizon (Listening to it, now). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;thing you drank:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The remnants of a chocolate Yoohoo. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;place you went to:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The kitchen. Oh, yeah. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;movie you saw:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Stewie Griffin: The Untold Story &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;movie you rented:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Closer &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;concert you attended:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;A charity show, I believe. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person you..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;hugged:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;cried over:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;kissed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;danced with:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;shared a secret with:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Crystal. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;had a sleepover with:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;called:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;went to a movie with:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nick, Crystal, Andy, and Andy's friend Anders. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;saw:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Mike. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;were angry with:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Mike. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;couldn't take your eyes off of:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;John Cena's. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;obsessed over:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;John Cena's. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;danced in the rain:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, many times. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;kissed someone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, many times. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;done drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;drank alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Just a taste. And some wine. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;slept around:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Nope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;partied 'til the sun came up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, and I had the time of my life doing it, too. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;had a movie marathon:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, many times. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;gone too far on a dare:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Once. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;spun until you were immensely dizzy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, repeatedly. When will I ever learn? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;taken a survey quite like this before:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Yes, a few times. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S401/The_Favorites,_Have-You-Evers.._and_Last_Times!_Oh,_the_variety!.html" title="The Favorites, Have-You-Evers.. and Last Times! Oh, the variety!"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Survey</title>
    <published>2005-09-29T21:20:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-29T21:21:02Z</updated>
    <category term="survey"/>
    <lj:music>CNN Headline News</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Barbie had this survey, so, I figured that I would try it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question1" value="TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type1" value="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question2" value="Name%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type2" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question3" value="Birthday%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type3" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vermont&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question4" value="Birthplace%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type4" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vermont&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question5" value="Current+Location%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type5" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Light brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question7" value="Hair+Color%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type7" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Approximately 5' 5"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question8" value="Height%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type8" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question9" value="Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type9" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You name it, it is there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question10" value="Your+Heritage%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type10" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;White tennis shoes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question11" value="The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type11" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question12" value="Your+Weakness%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type12" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being a bad wife/mother/daughter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question13" value="Your+Fears%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type13" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vegetarian, with a lot of sauce, and crushed tomatoes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question14" value="Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type14" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get all of my school work done.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question15" value="Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type15" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question16" value="Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type16" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, God, please let it be a weekend!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question17" value="Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type17" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My eyes, and, as my boyfriend says, my waist.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question18" value="Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type18" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They still give out bedtimes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question19" value="Your+Bedtime%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type19" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A school dance every month, and the simplicity of life, locker-free.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question20" value="Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type20" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coke, preferably with a shot of Vanilla.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question21" value="Pepsi+or+Coke%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type21" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burger King has better fries and chocolate shakes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question22" value="MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type22" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group dates are so much fun, but single dates are nice, once in a while.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question23" value="Single+or+Group+Dates%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type23" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nestea, I guess...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question24" value="Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type24" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanilla&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question25" value="Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type25" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cappuccino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question26" value="Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type26" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question27" value="Do+you+Smoke%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type27" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lightly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question28" value="Do+you+Swear%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type28" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question29" value="Do+you+Sing%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type29" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question30" value="Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type30" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am, as we speak. Well, as I type, that is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question31" value="Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type31" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am working on that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question32" value="Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type32" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I plan to, very soon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question33" value="Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type33" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I most definitely do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question34" value="Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type34" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, sadly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question35" value="Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type35" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question36" value="Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type36" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No, but, I do enjoy being healthy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question37" value="Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type37" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every once in a blue moon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question38" value="Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type38" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question39" value="Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type39" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does air guitar count? No? Then, no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question40" value="Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type40" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I do not think so...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question41" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type41" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question42" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type42" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question43" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type43" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, repeatedly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question44" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type44" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, repeatedly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question45" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type45" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since when do Oreos come in a box?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question46" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type46" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question47" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type47" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question48" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type48" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question49" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type49" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question50" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type50" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not that I can remember. A pen, maybe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question51" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type51" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A little tipsy on Christmas Eve, but never drunk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question52" value="Ever+been+Drunk%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type52" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, very often.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question53" value="Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type53" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question54" value="Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type54" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes! I knew that those two grapes that I ate at the store when I was two would come back to haunt me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question55" value="Ever+Shoplifted%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type55" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peacefully. Though, I really do not want to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question56" value="How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type56" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I consider myself grown up, more than most people, anyway. I want to be a criminal psychologist.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question57" value="What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type57" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ireland.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question58" value="What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type58" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question59" value="In+a+Boy%2FGirl.."&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type59" value="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question60" value="Favourite+Eye+Color%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type60" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reddish-Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question61" value="Favourite+Hair+Color%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type61" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question62" value="Short+or+Long+Hair%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type62" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anything over 5' 6".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question63" value="Height%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type63" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A healthy weight is preferred.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question64" value="Weight%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type64" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something to reflect a persona.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question65" value="Best+Clothing+Style%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type65" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zip, ziltch, zero.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question66" value="Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type66" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Way to many to sit down and count, right now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question68" value="Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type68" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two, one in each ear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question69" value="Number+of+Piercings%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type69" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;None, yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question70" value="Number+of+Tattoos%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type70" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quite a few, but, the one that sticks out is continually trusting my supposed "friends".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question71" value="Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type71" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Take This Survey"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kvaldari:7568</id>
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    <title>I Have Free Time On My Hands...</title>
    <published>2005-09-29T14:34:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-29T14:34:49Z</updated>
    <category term="bored"/>
    <lj:music>The Monster Mash is stuck in my head...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, it is third period, and I find myself with some free time on my hands. I have completed all of the required keyboarding and keypad lessons, therefore I thought that I might take a moment to write in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying to write some &lt;i&gt;Brothers Grimm&lt;/i&gt; fanfiction. I have rule about not typing fanfiction while at school, so that I do not get distracted, and I end up with everything on my laptop, instead, where it belongs. I have some very good ideas, in my opinion, for a little series, but I am not sure when I will find the time to begin. I have the ideas, but my drive to write is not quite what it should be, in order for me to crank out a several-piece series. As I said, I am also rather strapped for time, in some ways, &lt;i&gt;i.e. I am never home.&lt;/i&gt; Oh, well. I will get around to it, at some point, I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently rereading the Grimmcest piece "A Little Too Much", by gravi_girl123, over at the Grimmcest Community. It is a very good piece, one of my favorites, and I just did not want to put it down last period, nor now, in order to type this. I think that I may end up reading as I type. Go, me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very bored, at the moment. This post is just going to ramble on, and on, and on... Like an Energizer Bunny knock-off. That made sense to me, so... Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; want to write something. Either that, or I want to make an attempt at drawing/sketching something. Sketching would be much better, actually. I could channel whatever creativity may be left in my system, and move on. Yes, that sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to sketch! I shall post the results, later! Bye-bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF: Create a journal for off-line/school friends to visit.</content>
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    <title>A Little Piece of Fanfiction</title>
    <published>2005-09-05T03:00:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-05T03:00:14Z</updated>
    <category term="dumb slash fanfiction"/>
    <lj:music>"Name" by The Goo Goo Dolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hello there! This is my first 'official' Dumb piece, and I hope that you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13 (For now)&lt;br /&gt;Genre: General, Angst&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: ??/??, Ryan/Tim, Ryan/Bam&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Total chaos ensues during a spur of the moment, out of state trip. Bam's POV.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Note: I thought that this would be an interesting way to convey several different angles if several different relationships, so I decided to run with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Thursday. I remember that, because we had just come back from a trip to Vermont, and I got completely wasted, that night. That was why I was not completely sure that I had actually seen what I had thought that I had seen. When I found out a few days later that what I had seen was all real, my whole world just fell apart. I was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right. I guess that I should give you some explanation. Let me back up, to just before we left for Vermont. Things were going well at that time. We had just finished up taping the latest season of the show, and I was pretty exhausted. We were all pretty tired, and that was why I had decided to take everyone on vacation, for a few days. I was unsure as to where to go, and, when I had decided, I kept it a secret. The only person that I told was Glomb, and that was because he was the one who made the travel arrangements. Truth be told, he was actually the one who had come up with the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vermont is perfect, Bam,” he said. “Everyone could use the change of scenery. Especially Ryan. He really needs to get out of this place for a while.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that Glomb was right. After all, he knew all about the recent goings on between the two of us. Ryan and I were in the middle of a patching things up sort of process, after having blown up at one another over some dumb shit. I think that I got mad at him for moving my couch, and putting a huge scratch mark across my living room floor. Words flew in twenty thousand different directions, things were yelled that should never have left either of our mouths, and we ended up not speaking to each other for over a week. When we finally did say something to one another, I shot out an “I’m sorry”, and received a “fuck you” for my trouble. After a few more days, we had managed to patch things up, and we attempted to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Wednesday morning, when Ryan decided to speak civilly to me, again. That was also the day that we were scheduled to leave for our little trip, and knowing that Ryan was actually speaking to me, once more, made my outlook for the day all the better. He, too, seemed rather chipper on that morning. The moment that he stepped into the kitchen that morning, with Glomb right behind him, I knew that Ryan was feeling better. He smiled at me, and gave me a warm morning greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, Bam-Bam,” he said, quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a big smile, the kind that I reserved just for him. “Hey, yourself.” My eyes darted between both him, and Glomb. “It’s about time you rolled your lazy asses out of bed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Ryan and Glomb looked up at me. In that second, I knew that something was off, as I watched what looked to be a blush cover the face of my best friend, while my other friend’s features twisted into a look of absolute horror. I gave each of them a confused look, as a tense silence filled the room. I never got the chance to inquire, as Raab chose that exact moment to walk into the kitchen, and belch, gracelessly. I could not help but laugh, in mock disgust, my mind momentarily taken from the situation at hand. When I finally drifted back to the previous predicament, I turned my head just in time to see Glomb leading Ryan out of my kitchen, and toward the living room. I shrugged off the feeling of confusion, and went about getting ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride to Vermont was not a pleasant one. We had taken two vehicles, with myself, Rake, Novak, Raab, and DiCo in my Hummer, and Glomb, Ryan, Ape, and Phil right behind us. I was not sure as to why Ryan had chosen to ride with Glomb and my parents. Whenever we went anywhere for a trip, he always rode with me, sitting right by my side. I was none too pleased with the fact that he had chosen to separate himself from me, now. In fact, I was pissed, at first. When I realized how that sounded, I backed off from the idea. There was no way in hell that I was getting jealous. Besides, I had Life Partner with me, and he was just as much fun as the next guy. I moved past the idea of Ryan not being around, and we all had a blast, blaring the music of our choice, and making fun of whatever we could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time that we had arrived at the New York/Vermont border, the guys had all figured out where we were going. Rake was excited, DiCo and Raab were too busy gawking at the sudden bursts of cattle to care where we were, and Novak was fast asleep, beside me. I had to surpass a sad smile, knowing that, if he were with me, Ryan would have been doing the exact same thing. As I took a look at him, I realized that Novak looked a hell of a lot more innocent when he was asleep, than he usually did. On any other occasion, I would have gladly shocked him out of his sleep, most likely by blaring the horn. However, I felt that he should be allowed to sleep until we arrived at our destination, and did not bother him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we continued to pass through the state, I decided to give Ryan a call, and find out what he thought of our destination. Pulling my cell phone out of my right pant pocket, I dialed Ryan’s cell number, and waited for him to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“H’lo?” came the muffled greeting. I could not help but smile. He had definitely fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yo, dumbass! What did you do? Fall asleep?” I laughed, despite already knowing the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want?” he asked, casually, through a yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned. “How long have you been out?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a pause, before I heard him ask how long he had been asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“About two hours,” Glomb replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, you don’t know where the fuck you are, then, right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groan that was his reply said everything. “Hey, Tim? Where the hell are we?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Glomb laugh. “Look at the sign.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a moment, and a few inaudible mumbles, before he finally worked out what he believed was the answer. “What the hell are we doing in Wyoming?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing at the answer. “You dumbass! We’re in Vermont, not Wyoming!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’re in Vermont?” he muttered, quietly, evidently still half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, we’re in Vermont.” Glomb sounded less than enthused, which I associated to the fact that he was the only one who had driven throughout the whole trip. “Welcome to Middle of Nowhere, USA!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vermont?” Ryan asked again, this time sounding a bit more whiney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” I replied. “Later.” With that, I hung up, and stuffed the phone back into my pocket. In a few hours, we would be arriving in our destination, and I could not wait to officially kick off our first night, painting the entire state of Vermont red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *     *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...</content>
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    <title>Another One Bites the Dust</title>
    <published>2005-08-19T14:58:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-19T14:58:04Z</updated>
    <category term="personal"/>
    <lj:music>"Dark Sekret Love" by HIM</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Our living room television set has gone haywire. Yippee, Skippy. Now, we are working with Mike's, and it is only twenty-five inches, as opposed to our previous twenty-seven inch set. It may have even been bigger than that. I really do not know. All that I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; know is that I am trying to watch &lt;i&gt;Medical Investigation&lt;/i&gt;, from the kitchen, and it is so much more difficult with such a small screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing thing happened, Wednesday night. My mother actually let me spend the night at Nick's. *Insert Snoopy dance* I was shocked. Then, last night, everyone showed up, and we all congregated into Nick's room, and watched &lt;i&gt;Sin City&lt;/i&gt;. I wish that there had been a little less chatting during the film, but, what can you do, right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home last night to find out about the telelvision. Mike was taping &lt;i&gt;The Butterfly Effect&lt;/i&gt; off of Starz!, so I did not really notice, until Adult Swim started, and I said to myself, "What?" Oh, well. As I said before, yippee, Skippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing much has happened. I got my web hosting set up, along with my domain registry. This occurred from sometime Sunday evening, to sometime Monday morning/afternoon. I am excited, beyond belief, regarding that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my laptop cord back. Well, actually, I got a new one, since the old one &lt;i&gt;technically&lt;/i&gt; does not exist, and was never meant to go with my laptop, in the first place. Now, however, I have the right cord, and I am thrilled. I might go so far as to say that I am truly ecstatic. Either way, "Yay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing much is going on, otherwise. I will probably go and read some Inuyasha fanfiction, soon. Thanks in part to Nick, in part to Mike, and in large part, majority, really, to my own curiosity and want for a new show to watch, I am now hooked. Inuyasha and Samurai Champloo are two shows that I am officially hooked on. Thank you, Adult Swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I said, I have nothing else to report. Adios!</content>
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    <title>An Amusing Quiz</title>
    <published>2005-08-04T00:36:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-11T06:16:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle (Starz!)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I came across this, tonight, and I thought that it was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=46305" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#000000" bgcolor="#B2B2B2" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="343434"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=46305" target="_new" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #ffffff; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which &lt;i&gt;Viva La Bam&lt;/i&gt; Character Will You Marry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Name &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5E5E5"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="in0" size="32" maxlength="64" value="Michelle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sex &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5E5E5"&gt;&lt;select name="in1" size="1"&gt;&lt;option value="Male"&gt;Male&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="Female" selected="selected"&gt;Female&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Age &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5E5E5"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="in2" size="" maxlength="" value="16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp; The Winner Is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5E5E5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/4j3j4j"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#343434"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="submit" value="Try Your Answers!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/" style="color : #000000;"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000;" color="black"&gt;cool quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=79941"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000;" color="#000000"&gt;omgitsalliex3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 567 Times.&lt;img src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" width="1" height="1" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;font style="font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;New! Get Free &lt;a href="http://astrology.kwiz.biz" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Daily Horoscopes&lt;/a&gt; from Kwiz.Biz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how surprised I was to get Ryan! I usually end up with Brandon DiCamillo. Thus, this was an interesting change of pace.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>New Icons</title>
    <published>2005-07-25T05:26:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-25T05:26:35Z</updated>
    <category term="viva la bam icons"/>
    <lj:music>"Let Me Go" by Three Doors Down</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A few more icons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Bam Margera&lt;br /&gt;[2] Bam Margera/Ryan Dunn (1 Dugera)&lt;br /&gt;[1] DiCamillo&lt;br /&gt;[1] Ryan Dunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaser: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/usefulitems/VLB%20Icons/July%2024/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/usefulitems/VLB%20Icons/July%2024/01.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/usefulitems/VLB%20Icons/July%2024/02.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/usefulitems/VLB%20Icons/July%2024/03.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/usefulitems/VLB%20Icons/July%2024/04.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/usefulitems/VLB%20Icons/July%2024/05.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>Six Icons</title>
    <published>2005-07-10T19:06:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-11T17:57:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Lady In Red" by Chris De Burg</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Here are six icons, fresh from my files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaser: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/usefulitems/VLB%20Icons/July%2007/05.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/usefulitems/VLB%20Icons/July%2007/01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/usefulitems/VLB%20Icons/July%2007/02.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/usefulitems/VLB%20Icons/July%2007/03.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/usefulitems/VLB%20Icons/July%2007/04.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/usefulitems/VLB%20Icons/July%2007/05.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v608/usefulitems/VLB%20Icons/July%2007/06.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;</content>
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    <title>Off To Write - Finally!</title>
    <published>2005-04-10T15:43:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T23:43:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Sweet Dreams" by Marylin Manson (Cell Phone RIngtone)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am off to write a quiant little &lt;i&gt;Oz&lt;/i&gt; piece. Well, maybe not &lt;i&gt;quaint&lt;/i&gt; per se, but, yeah. You know. Anyway, it centers around two pairings: Beecher/Keller and O'Reily/Alvarez. The main focus of the piece is to screw around, metaphorically, with each of the two pairings. I am actually thinking of tacking it on to "Trust Him", and calling it my "Two Parts Water" Series. I don't know, yet. Perhaps, it will all work itself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all that I wanted to post. I will blog, again, later. Bye-bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - 11:41 am&lt;br /&gt; - 11:43 am</content>
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    <title>A Night With Nick</title>
    <published>2005-04-09T04:29:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T23:42:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"The Blower's Daughter" by Damien Rice (From Closer)!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from Nick's one hour and five minutes ago, and I am tired. We had dinner, rented two movies, and watched one of them. Then, he brought me home, and I am now ready for a good morning's sleep. It was either bed, computer, or watch &lt;i&gt;Three Men and a Baby&lt;/i&gt;, which is not quite my cup of tea. Sweet, original, but predictable, of course. No one in Hollywood would have it any other way. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to our night, we got through watching &lt;i&gt;Saw&lt;/i&gt;. Oh my God. Whoever made that movie had a serious screw loose, not to mention the sick and twisted individual who wrote it. It was just... No. Words can not possibly describe how horribly aweful this movie truly was. I never, ever, ever, ever, ever want to even so much as &lt;i&gt;hear&lt;/i&gt; about it ever again.It was not worth seeing the first time, let alone again, when Mike Pay-Per-Views it, whenever he gets around to it. Poor Mama, having to watch that, most likely at some point in the very near-to-almost-here future. I am just glad that I never actually saw it at the movies. It would not have been worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I almost rented &lt;i&gt;Sideways&lt;/i&gt;, but, then I spotted &lt;i&gt;Closer&lt;/i&gt;, and I asked him, "Would you mind watching this with me?" He said, "Not at all." He is so wonderful. We are going to watch &lt;i&gt;Closer&lt;/i&gt; tomorrow, when I go back over. I can not wait. It looks like &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all, for now. I am going to go to bed, now. I will probably blog, again, tomorrow, but, who knows? Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - 12:28 am</content>
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    <title>Home Sick</title>
    <published>2005-04-07T19:22:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T23:40:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Miguel Alvarez and Father Makuda discussing Miguel's son.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I came home sick at about ten-fifteen, today. I think that I am coming down with what Mike has, now. Yee-haw. Nick came home with me, since he has third period off, and he went back to school after that. He is working, now, but said that he would come back, tonight, since he is not going to Tae Kwon Do for the rest of the month. I hope that he does get to come down here, but, if he does not, then it will be no big deal. I will probably see him tomorrow night, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a Trouble Checker at TFL.Org, in the Characters: Book/Movie category. I have been hoping that I would be selected. Now, I am one! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my eyes are freaking out, staring at this screen. I am going to post again, later, when I can stand to stare at the screen. Bye-bye!</content>
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