You can only say YES or NO! You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks!
Taken a picture naked?
Yes
Made out with a member of the same sex?
No
Danced in front of your mirror?
Yes
Told a lie?
Yes
Gotten in a car with people you just met?
Yes
Been in a fist fight?
No
Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?
Yes
Been arrested?
No
Left your house without telling your parents?
No
Ditched school to do something more fun?
Yes
Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?
Yes
Seen someone die?
No
Kissed a picture?
Yes
Slept in until 3?
Yes
Lain on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?
Yes
Played dress up?
Yes
Fallen asleep at work/school?
No
Felt an earthquake?
No
Touched a snake?
Yes
Ran a red light?
Yes
Had detention?
Yes
Been in a car accident?
Yes
Pole danced?
No
Been lost?
Yes
Sung karaoke?
Yes
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?
Yes
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?
Yes
Caught a snowflake on your tongue?
Yes
Kissed in the rain?
Yes
Sang in the shower?
Yes
Got your tongue stuck to a pole?
No
Ever gone to school partially naked?
No
Sat on a roof top?
Yes
Played chicken?
No
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?
No
Been told you're hot by a complete stranger?
Yes
Broken a bone?
No
Mooned/flashed someone?
No
Forgotten someone's name?
Yes
Slept naked?
Yes
Blacked out from drinking?
No
Played a prank on someone?
Yes
Felt like killing someone?
Yes
Made a parent cry?
No
Cried over someone?
Yes
Had sex more than 5 times in one day?
No
Had/Have a dog?
Yes
Been in a band?
No
Drank 25 sodas in a day....aka POP?
No
Shot a gun?
Yes
I'm still watching American Idol because I've invested myself in on of the contestants and I think he's so very totally awesome. I get rather annoyed with the process of the show and the audience that votes for lesser contestants, but I still watch.
Sometimes I feel like I should explain my interests or the music, movies, things in general that I enjoy. Why is that necessary? I like it and that's enough reason. I think I've been surrounded with far too many elitist indie kids with swoopy (yes, I made up a word) hair and too-tight-t-shirts. I can barely conceal my eye-rolls when I walk into a place like Natural Sound or Charlie's Record Store (indie music stores) and see the three guys in their band t-shirts, bangs over their eyes, and sunglasses on. They use more hairspray in one go than I've ever used in my life and I think I should explain my musical tastes to *these* guys who have never had a unique thought ever? Oh, I must be kidding myself. I can hang with the best of them. I've got the Belle and Sebastian (because you have to listen to them if you're any sort of serious indie kid) and I've got the Death From Above 1979 (because I can hang with the metal crowd too) and I've got the TV on the Radio (because it was the flavor of the week about a year ago) and I've got the D'Angelo (because any true neo-soul fan wouldn't be caught without it) and I've got The Doors (because you have to appreciate the classic shit laced with Jim Morrison's drugged-out poetry) and I've got A Gun Called Tension (because I'm so cool that I need the side project to a member of Modest Mouse) and I've got Diamanda Galas (because everyone needs an evil female vocal speaking of blood and death in their avant collection). Whatever. Like I said, I can hang and I can slay the majority of those hangers-on at the record store with my musical knowledge, yet I loose cool points for liking something like Justin Timberlake or an American Idol contestant. For about ten seconds I was concerned, but now I'm not. Bite me, indie boys/girls.
Taken a picture naked?
Yes
Made out with a member of the same sex?
No
Danced in front of your mirror?
Yes
Told a lie?
Yes
Gotten in a car with people you just met?
Yes
Been in a fist fight?
No
Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?
Yes
Been arrested?
No
Left your house without telling your parents?
No
Ditched school to do something more fun?
Yes
Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?
Yes
Seen someone die?
No
Kissed a picture?
Yes
Slept in until 3?
Yes
Lain on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?
Yes
Played dress up?
Yes
Fallen asleep at work/school?
No
Felt an earthquake?
No
Touched a snake?
Yes
Ran a red light?
Yes
Had detention?
Yes
Been in a car accident?
Yes
Pole danced?
No
Been lost?
Yes
Sung karaoke?
Yes
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?
Yes
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?
Yes
Caught a snowflake on your tongue?
Yes
Kissed in the rain?
Yes
Sang in the shower?
Yes
Got your tongue stuck to a pole?
No
Ever gone to school partially naked?
No
Sat on a roof top?
Yes
Played chicken?
No
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?
No
Been told you're hot by a complete stranger?
Yes
Broken a bone?
No
Mooned/flashed someone?
No
Forgotten someone's name?
Yes
Slept naked?
Yes
Blacked out from drinking?
No
Played a prank on someone?
Yes
Felt like killing someone?
Yes
Made a parent cry?
No
Cried over someone?
Yes
Had sex more than 5 times in one day?
No
Had/Have a dog?
Yes
Been in a band?
No
Drank 25 sodas in a day....aka POP?
No
Shot a gun?
Yes
I'm still watching American Idol because I've invested myself in on of the contestants and I think he's so very totally awesome. I get rather annoyed with the process of the show and the audience that votes for lesser contestants, but I still watch.
Sometimes I feel like I should explain my interests or the music, movies, things in general that I enjoy. Why is that necessary? I like it and that's enough reason. I think I've been surrounded with far too many elitist indie kids with swoopy (yes, I made up a word) hair and too-tight-t-shirts. I can barely conceal my eye-rolls when I walk into a place like Natural Sound or Charlie's Record Store (indie music stores) and see the three guys in their band t-shirts, bangs over their eyes, and sunglasses on. They use more hairspray in one go than I've ever used in my life and I think I should explain my musical tastes to *these* guys who have never had a unique thought ever? Oh, I must be kidding myself. I can hang with the best of them. I've got the Belle and Sebastian (because you have to listen to them if you're any sort of serious indie kid) and I've got the Death From Above 1979 (because I can hang with the metal crowd too) and I've got the TV on the Radio (because it was the flavor of the week about a year ago) and I've got the D'Angelo (because any true neo-soul fan wouldn't be caught without it) and I've got The Doors (because you have to appreciate the classic shit laced with Jim Morrison's drugged-out poetry) and I've got A Gun Called Tension (because I'm so cool that I need the side project to a member of Modest Mouse) and I've got Diamanda Galas (because everyone needs an evil female vocal speaking of blood and death in their avant collection). Whatever. Like I said, I can hang and I can slay the majority of those hangers-on at the record store with my musical knowledge, yet I loose cool points for liking something like Justin Timberlake or an American Idol contestant. For about ten seconds I was concerned, but now I'm not. Bite me, indie boys/girls.
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Some of those questions....I wanted to explain those....lol.
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If I lived closer I would occasinally invite you to coffee. Then maybe the indie rock kids could be like "look at those nondescript thinker types, they're so arrogant."