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If the statement is true add the points in parenthesis to your score.
Scoring is given at the bottom of the test.

1. You’ve ever used an album cover or old envelope for a dustpan. (5 points)
2. You’ve ever put foil on your TV antennas to get better reception. (8 points)
3. You’ve ever had to use pliers to turn your TV on. (7points)
4. You had to come in the house when the street lights came on. (6 points)
5. You had a candy lady in your neighborhood. (5 + 5 extra points if your house was the candy lady)
6. If you can count more than five police cars in your neighborhood on a daily basis. (3 points)
7. If you ever had to pick your own switch or belt. (3 points for each)
8. If you’ve ever been beaten with an extension cord. (15 points)
9. If you have ever had to walk to or home from school. (2 points)
10. If you’ve ever passed someone a note asking "Do you like me?" or "Can I have a chance?" check _yes, _no or _maybe. (7 points)
11. If you have ever used dish washing liquid for bubble bath. (9points)
12. If you have ever mixed up some Kool-Aid and the found that you didn’t have any sugar. (4 points & add 4 if you put the pitcher in the refrigerator until you got some sugar)
13. If you have ever played any of the following games. (2 points each): (hide and go seek, freeze tag, captain or momma may I?, or red light..yellow light..green light 123!)
14. If your neighborhood had an ice cream man. (2 points + 2 if he rang a bell + 5 if he played R&B)
15. If you remember any of the following candies. (1 point each): cherry clans, lemon heads, Alexander the grape, ring pops, Chico sticks, baked beans, candy cigarettes, powder packs with the white dip stick, big league chew, "Wine" Candy (jolly ranchers), jaw breakers, and candy necklaces.
16. If you refer to Now and Laters candies as "Nighladers". (6 points)
17. If you’ve ever ran from the police on foot. (5 points + 5 if you got away)
18. If you remember underoos or the Wonder Woman bra and panty set. (6 points + 4 if you owned some)
19. If you’ve ever had reusable grease in a container on your stove. (5 points)
20. The batteries in your remote control are held in by a piece of tape. (5 points)
21. If you’ve ever used any of the following for drinking glasses. (3 points each): jelly jars, mayonnaise jars, mason jars, or peanut butter jars.
22. You’ve ever covered your furniture in plastic. (2 points)
23. The heels of your feet have ever looked like you had been kicking flour. (1point)
24. If you have ever worn any of the following fragrances. (1 point each): Brute, Hai Karate, Jean Nate, Old Spice, Chloe, English Leather, Stetson, Charlie, or Faberge’.
25. You’ve ever used Tussy. (9 points)
26. You’ve never been to the dentist. (10 points + 10 if you’ve never been to the doctor.)
27. You’ve ever wore clothes with the tag still on them. (4 points)
28. If you’re acquainted with someone with a name as follows. (3 points): Kay-Kay, Lee-Lee, Ree-Ree, Ray-Ray, etc.
29. You have ever paged yourself for any reason. (3 points)
30. You’ve ever worn house shoes outside of the house. (2 points)
31. You add "ED" or "T" to the end of words already in the past tense (for example, Tooked, Light-Skinneded, kilt, ruint, etc). (3 points)
32. You pronounce words like this (1 point for each example you can think of skrimps or strimps, skreet, axe (ask), member (remember), frigerator, etc.
33. You use nem’ to describe a certain group of people (for example Craig and nem’ or momma and nem’). (6 points)
34. You’ve ever had a crack across your windshield and never bothered to get it fixed. (3 points)
35. You’ve ever driven on a donut more than 2 weeks after your flat. (4 points)
36. You’ve ever asked a perfect stranger to take a picture with you and told your friends it was someone you dated. (3 points)
37. Your child drops his/her pacifier and you sanitize it by sucking it. (7 points)
38. If you’ve ever ran a race barefoot in the middle of the street at approximately 11 at night. (10 points)
39. You’ve ever left a social gathering with a plate. (1 point)
40. You leave a restaurant with silverware, sugar, and/or jelly. (8 points)
41. You think "red" is a flavor of Kool-Aid. (4 points)
42. You can’t hold a glass because of the length of your nails. (3 points)
43. The gold teeth in your mouth spell words. (8 points)
44. You don’t have your own place but your child has a leather coat and a pair of Jordan’s. (5 points)
45. If you’ve ever had to get to the driver’s side of the car through the passenger side door. (8 points)
46. You have ever slept in a chair to avoid messing up your hair. (7 points)
47. You constantly hit *69 and ask, "Did you just call here?" (10 points)
48. You won’t answer the phone if you don’t recognize the number on the caller id box. (7 points)
49. You know a child who can’t speak, but can do the "bank-head bounce." (15 points)
50. You think Tupac is still alive. (20 points)

Scoring
0 – 30 – You have enjoyed a nice sheltered life in the suburbs.
31 – 60 – Hood movies have given you a little exposure.
61 – 100 – You may have visited the hood a few times or on weekends.
101 – 130 – You probably spent a few years in the hood, and moved to the suburbs.
131 – 160 – You’re the genuine article. You are no stranger to hood life.
161 – 200 – You are definitely, without a doubt an expert on life in the hood.
201+ – Congratulations! You are Ghetto Fabulous!

Fun test, scored around 140, never been in the hood but does trailer trash count??
Funniest questions #45, 47, 48!!

It’s not way into the plot yet, just the beginning. Really, i want to know if the characters are well described or ways i can improve?
thx in advance

Fire roared from the middle of our circle. Logs crackled as sticks popped, heated to immensity by the glowing flames as they licked the smoky night air. A low aura of light radiated from the blaze. The heat generated calmed the barely tangible chill. Because this is Florida, and if it’s cold here, then everywhere else must be covered in ice.

Greatly entertained, I stared at the dancing inferno. You know, if you look hard enough at a fire, you can see things. I don’t mean reds and oranges and yellows and blues. No, you see figures and scenes, little movies and pictures. Right now, a phoenix flew, strong and ferocious, into the stars where it burst into hundreds of sparks that gracefully glided down to wet sand and melted away to darkness.

After the spectacle ended, I glanced around at the others who watched the flames. Six driftwood benches arranged in a hexagon around the pit, each sitting one of us. On the log to the right of me, hunched over and mercilessly studying the flicker, sat Justin.

The light from the fire created awful shadows that did a number on his facial features. They blackened and hollowed-out his stormy-grey eyes, pulled his lips tight over his teeth, sharpened his nose and cheekbones, sucked in his cheeks until black holes replaced them; all intensifying the skull-like appearance of his bone structure. Darkness shaded his muscles, adding intense definition to his already intimidating physic. The ruffle of blonde-red hair glowed white. His trademark ‘I’m going to kill you’ scowl still twisted his jaw. Waves of utter hate rolled off him. No monster could compare to the five-eleven fifteen-year-old.

Even though I know Justin, he scares me sometimes. He’s a pent-up ball of rage just waiting to blow up. And when he does explode, you do not want to be anywhere near him. I’ve seen him once when his fury got the best of him. Nearly killed the poor sucker who tried to jack his VW.

I looked away before he could notice I was staring. He doesn’t like people staring at him like he’s a monster. But I have to say, he’s made his own bed.

Tony relaxed in the sand to my left, leaning carelessly against the whitewashed wood. He motionlessly watched the wall of flames, a light smirk on his glorious face. Every muscle in his chiseled body rested; stress had yet to invade. Unlike Justin, shadows heightened his attractive aspects; the smoothness of his face, the vivacity of his big, forest green eyes, the elegance of his disheveled, almond brown hair. At fifteen, he was any girl’s dream, even mine, unfortunately, and he knew it.

Which brings me to his flaw, also known as his ego. It was that size of Texas with the same cockiness. He knew he was gorgeous and used every trick up his sleeve to get what he wanted from you, whether it be money or other favors. When he wasn’t using you for selfish gain, he acted like an ass. He lacks empathy and a conscience, and the little voice that says ‘It’s time to shut up now.’ If you every see him and he’s not talking, buy a lotto ticket.

Tearing my attention from Tony, I rolled my eyes and moved onto the next boy, Jeremy, who sat cross-legged on a broad trunk. His feet busily pushing white into a castle, he stared at the base of the fire. Ticking fingers pried at the chipping bark and flicked the debris into the crosshairs. A toothy grin stretched wide when the pieces popped into little fires.

The dark child with the darkest brown eyes was only seventeen. Everyone looked at him and thought, ‘Hey, this kid can play basketball!’ Well, he can’t. Just because he’s freakishly tall at six-ten and African-American doesn’t mean he’s instantly a NBA All-Star. That’s profiling. And profiling is wrong.

However, Jeremy can run. And, man, is he fast; faster then lightning, I tell ya. You wouldn’t really be able to tell just looking at him on a typical day because of the clothes he wears; loose shirts and baggy pants with his prized Jordan’s. For a kid who can’t dunk to save his life, he loves those black and red basketball shoes. But, when he gets out on the track, there’s nothing that can stop him from setting the tartan on fire.

He has a weird tick, though. His fingers are always moving, even when he sleeps. One time, we tried to stop them from twitching by taping his fingers together. Bad things happened. I really miss that pretty little vase that sat on the table by the front door.

An inaudible giggle escaped my lips as they twisted into a smile from the memory. From Jeremy, my eyes flicked to the tall figured masked by the flames in front of me. However, the glint of silver piercings sparked through the red, indicating the next man’s face. Of course, this had to be Zeke, the oldest of us at nineteen. And being over eighteen meant no parental consent to piercings and tatto

Wow!!! I LOVED it!! Thought it was amazing! You actually managed to keep my attention even though there wasn’t really any action. *thumbs up*

Great writing, very entertaining! Keep up the good work!

1. Push the battery connector wires into the breadboard. In Figure 3, below, the red wire is inserted at E2. (All of the holes in row 2, from A to E, are now connected to the positive lead from the battery). Insert the black wire into the breadboard (hole E4). All row 4 holes from A to E are now connected to the negative battery lead.
2. Don’t connect the battery to the battery holder yet. Connect the battery on the last step to avoid burning out either the LED or the FET.
3. Connect the middle transistor lead (the source) to the red battery lead. This is in hole A2 in the example below.
4. Insert the drain lead from the FET (left-most wire when viewing with the flat end in front) into the breadboard (A3 in the diagram).
5. The gate wire serves as the antenna, so it is not connected to the breadboard. Bend it so that it points away from the other leads.
6. Note that the LED has a flat region on one side. Connect the LED lead closest to the flat region to the black battery wire (negative). This is hole C4 in the example.
7. Connect the other LED lead to the drain lead of the FET. This is hole C3 in the example.
8. Double-check the connections, then connect the battery. The LED should glow red.
9. Use clear tape to hold down the battery, and also to secure the two leads from the battery.
10. You are now ready to experiment with electric fields!
11. Choose two objects from the triboelectric series and predict which objects will have a negative and which will have a positive charge after they are rubbed together. Write your predictions down in your lab notebook.
12. Now rub the two objects together. For example, run a plastic pen through your hair and hold the pen near the antenna (the unattached gate wire). Record your observations in your lab notebook.
Notes:
1. The charge on an object will dissipate if you handle it, especially if your hands are slightly damp. By handling the object, the charged particles are transferred from the object to your skin. You can keep the charge from being lost by isolating the charged object; for example, by suspending the object with string made out of nylon or some other insulating material.
2. Remember, objects with a negative charge will make the LED get dimmer as they are brought near the antenna. Objects with a positive charge will make the LED brighter. It is harder to see the LED getting brighter since is already pretty bright, but it is possible if you are careful.
3. The LED might turn off after the circuit is exposed to a strong positive field. It can be turned on again by waving a negatively charged object (such as a plastic pen that has been run through your hair) near the antenna.
13. Try each pair of items at least three times. Are your results consistent? Record your observations in your lab notebook.
14. Try walking across a carpeted floor then bringing your hand near the circuit. Try this wearing tennis shoes, just socks, or your bare feet. What happens? Why?
15. Try rubbing one end of a plastic ruler with a piece of cloth. How far does the negative charge extend over the ruler? (You can "neutralize" the ruler between trials by touching it all over with your hands. This works best if you have slightly damp socks on.)

Electricity Science Project completed charge detector circuit.

this is the website for more info: http://www.sciencebuddies.org/science-fair-projects/project_ideas/Elec_p050.shtml?fave=no&isb=cmlkOjM4MDg1Mzksc2lkOjAscDoyLGlhOkVsZWM&from=TSW

can you help if you have time thx
also im in middle school

If you can’t make sense of the proceedures then perhaps you should select a different project. As an engineer you have to be able to get it, or you simply will not be able to handle the course of study required to become one. I am not saying this to be mean, it is simply a fact, that out of 100 students enrolled in an electrical engineering program only 30 will graduate. If you can not figure this out yourself then perhaps you should choose another course of study.

The room is dim as the scene flickers to life. The sparse furnishings, a couch, a coffee table, are doubled by their shadows on the nicotine-stained white walls. He moves about anxiously. A drab sage green sofa comes into focus. Cue the lights. The multi-colored flashbulbs sparkle against his raven hair like the yellow kitchen light sparkles against a brand new knife blade just as your abusive husband comes stomping up behind you. The narrow door in the corner slides open, letting in enough sunlight to momentarily ruin the effect. Her red vinyl peep-toe heels ring against the tile as she saunters in, cinematic, black bare-shouldered dress swishing, forcing a smile shaded with lipstick that matches her shoes perfectly.

"Well, hello there," he greets her. "And who are we today, Miss Bettie Paige?"

"Ha, no," she dismisses, picking up the low and skinny ruffled hemline of her dress. "Can we get on with this?"

"And why the hurry? It’s only the end of the world, dear."

"Ha," she scoffs again.

"Please, do sit down."

She lights gingerly upon the sofa, crossing her ankles and folding her legs. The thigh-high slit in her dress parts just enough to reveal an alluring degree of porcelain skin. She places the papers on the time-worn table with a mild crash.

"Here it is," she states, looking up from the papers and shifting her eyes to give him a quick once-over. "Couldn’t you have found something better to wear?"

He peruses his garments, faded jeans, plain black t-shirt, nice new denim jacket. A spark shines in his midnight eyes.

"Playing off your attraction, huh? It’s ok, I won’t tell"

"Ha." She’s getting good mileage out of that syllable.

"Can I get you anything before we start?"

"No."

Clickety-hiss, the film begins to roll, their presence etching into the celluloid in seventies home movie sepia tone. He steps through the kitchen door. She crosses her arms with a sigh and looks bored. Her sapphire eyes stare unwavering into the lens as she presses her lips together with impatience. But it does nicely refresh her lipstick. He sits on the other end of the couch and they face each other like morning talk show anchors. Then a lot of silence. They’ll have to try harder than this if they want an academy award. He starts to speak after several empty frames have sped by.

"You know you’re not much less than perfection." That spark is in his eyes again.

"You know you’re not much less than caustic," she replies. "Is there any reason for this? Or are you wasting time AND film?"

As if stricken by a sudden inspiration, he rises quickly from the sofa, crosses the room, takes an old rotary telephone out of the closet. He dials carefully, casting his eyes to the tops of their sockets as he struggles to remember a number. He looks as if his life hinges on that number.

"Hello," he says. "Yes, hello. I am calling to inquire if your services are available today. They are? You can deliver on short notice, right?"

A pondering look crosses her face as she listens intently to the conversation.

"Ok, good," he continues. "Yes, I’ll have the big value bucket please, extra crispy. And can I get some biscuits?"

She sighs with agitation and leans heavily into the creased cushions.

"May I leave now?" she inquires.

"No, wait a little bit."

Click. Empty scene. Empty scene. Empty scene. Click again. The room flickers back into focus. He sits alone, on the floor, with the papers she brought strewn about.

He flips through the pages, petting them as if they were a basket of puppies. He pulls a glossy photograph from the middle of the stack. He takes a pair of scissors, cuts out one third of the photo and places it in his jacket pocket, tossing the rest to the floor. The clickety-hiss keeps going. He stares into the lens.

"Damn, the tape is rolling."
It’s just a sketch – from the point of view of a camera.

Awesome.

(I myself am a writer)

Yes.

That is the answer to your question.

well, im confused. Sorry if this is stupid, and i know, it’s craazzy, (:

12-70 page spiral notebooks.
12 pencils
small pencil sharpener
12 pack of colored pencils
12 red pens
4 highlighters
2 rolls of scotch tape
2 boxes of kleenex
6 black pens
1 pair of scissors
1 pkg. of notebook paper
1 bottle of hand sanitizer.

so should i put like, one notebook and the everyday stuff in my binder? or do i just keep everything in my bag until i get too homeroom?What if im the only one carrying a bag around, what if i put them in my binder and the teachers get all worked up about it.x and i have gym for 9 weeks, would they be upset if i didn’t wear tennis-shoes the first day? I guess im just stressed…
but also confused!
im going into 8th grade and i cant belive im not used to anything yet. Hahaha.

ok what grade are you going to? lol no one really cares if you carry a bag around in middle or highschool.You will get the feel of it when you get there. Just relax

Hi there,
For halloween I’m dressing up as a nerd. I’m wearing a red plaid skirt, white button down, white knee socks, dress shoes, big old glasses with tape, and my hair in high pigtail braids.
Can someone give me some advice on how to do my makeup?
Thanks!!!

bushy eyebrows, some light freckles, PALE foundation, and messy red lipstickk

You can read the first chapter here, in this link.

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AmVmKat1OLDKO4DBW2.R6BDsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20091012151141AAXydK3

here’s the second chapter.
chapter2.
Mom left without telling me goodbye. She eyed me for a moment and i smiled at her. I wanted to hug her.

" mom," I held her hand, " you’ll come again, right?"

She didn’t reply. she just pulled her hand from between my fingers and went into the elevator with her personal sack in her hand. I was alone once again.

Aftre half an hour, Dad came into the living room and switched off the tv. He looked angry. His eyebrows arched up, wrinkling his forehead and the sides of his lips went down as if he was in disgust.

" why did you switch it off?" i said, " i was watching."

I lied. The tv hummed infront of me, while my mind wondered of, posing questions like " where will mom go? Will i ever see her again?" " Will she ever call me?" I couldn’t answer any of them.

" we’re leaving," Dad said, collecting some of his socks from around the living room and throwing them in his sack. "get ready, we have no time."

" where?" I ran at Dad, smiling. " we’ll bring mom back, right?"

Dad sighed. " no," he said, " we’re going to granny."

I hated Granny. In her last visit, two weeks ago, she sprayed me with spit, as she spoke of her three husbands, who all abandoned her for her bad food. I didn’t care, i just wanted to have some pennies from her, so i pretended to be interestted in what she said. My face twitched and my eyes widened whenever she spoke of herslef. Eventually, my acting skills brought me four chillings. " here you go Noah, " she said, " Who loves granny?"

" Noah…" I yelled and ran away to buy some spiderman comics with the labouriously gained money.

On our way to Granny i turned on my favorite tape, mozart music. It was really uplifting. I laid my head back and sniffed at the cool summer air.

I hoped that Dad would share me this moment. I turned my head at him. " Do you like to smell the air?" I said, " It’s really nice when you smell the air while being in a car."

Dad pulled out his lips, looked at me briefly and said, " no, I don’t like to smell the air."

His voice was so straight and low. I felt like he didn’t want to reply like always, so i swallowed my other question.

By the end of the journey to Granny’s house, my red hair was all a mess around my head. It stuck out in thorn like spikes. Mom used to tell me when i was younger that i inherited my hair from her brother, uncle Tom. Although i’ve seen uncle tom once in my life, I found him to be a really nice guy. He liked mozart and beethoven like me. I really wished to meet him again and ask him to convince mom to come back home.

After Dad brought his leather sack out of the car, we stepped into granny’s wet garden. A newly planted beach stood at one corner.

This beach reminded me of school. Under Mrs. Greens window there grew a tall, leafy beach. On the first day of school, some years ago, I had a fight with a chubby kid called, Jackson. jackson’s mother worked as a math teacher in school, so he took the liberty of thrashing anyone who didn’t do him what he wanted. He asked me to bring him, some water from the cantine, but i shook my shoulders and walked away. " go bring them yourself," I said. And to my regret, Jackson’s face went red and he started smashing my face against the trunk of the beach. Since that day, whenever i saw a beach my nose would start to ach, just like now.

Dad rang the bell and after some minutes, i heard granny’s voice yelling from behind the door. " who’s there, I don’t want milk today."

" it’s John mama," dad said, " open up."

"ohh johny." The door flung open and granny stepped forward, hugging dad with quavery arms. After giving dad his share of wet kisses, she bowed at me and crashed me between her arms. " i missed you to noey,"

We went in. As i walked into the living room, i thought of how lonely granny might feel sometimes. the silence that filled the house, even in daytime, was so bad that it might push you to cry without being sad.

I tried not to pass over the the sheets of piano that scattered all over the living room. They were so precious in my own opinion. I took off my shoes and started collecting them. As i was collecting some pieces from under the window, I noticed a lonely piece of sheet music, left alone at one corner beside the sofa. I held it up and read. " Moonlight sonata." wow. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Ohh you’d be wondering right now why i would be interessted in sheet music, right? Ohh. I could play the piano.

Since the age of four, Dad sent me on daily basis to granny. She taught me how to play the piano. my skills as a piano player grew, but my passion for it was so strong. Dad refused to buy me a piano, he said that it was very expensive, besides i need to focus much more on my studies rather than the piano. So, in subst

Your grammar is appalling. It’s "I" not "i", "I’ve" not "i’ve" etc… When saying "I" as yourself it’s always a capital letter. Never small letter. Also. When starting a " <– It’s a capital too.

Spelling was awful. I suggest a spell checker next time.

Sorry but I am being HONEST here.

I do like the amount of content. That’s really good. Nice long story line not a simple "Hi. I’m Jake. The END!"

The assignment: "In the modern world, first impressions are more important than ever. What is your appearance telling others about you, and is it true? Identify which of the typical high school stereotypes you fit into (jock, nerd, prep, etc.) based on your clothing, music, and extracurricular activities, then compare typical assumptions about this stereotype to your own personality."

I have no idea what stereotype I fit into.

My clothing:
-pants: mostly colored skinny jeans (I’ve got purple, electric blue, black, gray, normal blue denim, and hot pink. On the lookout for yellow :])
-skirts: knee-length, flowy, patterned skirts (like the ones they sell at Forever 21.)
-dresses: knee-length, flowy, and patterned again! A lot of times I wear dresses to school with t-shirts underneath and sneakers.
-shirts: mostly graphic tees in bright colors. Some have ’save-the-world’ or peace sort of sayings/pictures on them, but for the most part it’s just like a bright shirt with a random bright graphic on it. Sometimes I wear tank tops with jackets, but mostly tees.
-jackets: zip-up hoodies, patterned (zebra print that fades blue to purple to pink to white, gray with hot pink paint-splattered-ness, music notes, like that.)
-shoes: converse (black high tops, yellow low tops, gray low tops, used to have clear low tops but they’re so worn out I’m not allowed to wear them anymore.), ballet flats. If I wear heels (which is not often. I’m 5′8" and feel like an amazon in heels.) they’re either these red ones with white polka dots and bows, or these ones that are half black half white (black outside half, white inside half.)
-accessories: always wear 2 peace sign necklaces and about 8 peace/friendship/duct tape/hemp bracelets. Sometimes brightly colored big bead bracelets/necklaces, stud earrings. I like patterned tights (like as in fishnett-ish-ness woven into patterns, not like printed on). I always wear a hair bow or ribbon of some sort (one day I didn’t and people kept asking if I’d gotten a haircut haha.) My nails are usually painted hot pink and/or black, usually patterned somehow (striped, checkered, etc.)
-an outfit I would absolutely love: http://www.polyvore.com/love_this/set?id=6606765
-an outfit I have and do absolutely love: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/app
-hair: it’s very very curly (little ringlets.) and I leave it that way. About shoulder length, and I’ve got side bangs (like not the type with a side part then the bangs, like no part and bangs like the sort most girls have in elementary across the whole fron but longer and like to my lips so I sweep them over to the side). My hair’s brown, and I’ve never dyed it.
-makeup: does chapstick count?

My music:
-Cobra Starship
-Bayside (they are amazing. Probably my favorite band. Look them up!)
-Queens of the Stone Age
-once in a while Fall of Troy, depending on my mood
-Ludo
-Led Zeppelin
-AC/DC
-Pink Floyd
-Nevershoutnever!
-Wolfmother
-mostly rock and alternative, I guess.

Extracurricular activities:
-MUSICAL THEATER.
-voice lessons
-dance (mostly ballet, but this year I’ve started tap and musical theater dance)
-acting
-activism (I’m into a group at my school helping raise money/awareness for the war in Northern Uganda and supporting a school over there, and I’m big into peace rallies/marches/all that, raising awareness, supporting causes however I can.)
-I write songs. a lot. but I haven’t told anyone because I’m pretty much sure they’ll hate my songs and make fun of me, and I just don’t really want to deal with that.
-piano (not well yet, just started this year.)
-trying to teach myself guitar.

So, how would you stereotype me?

:] thanks a lot!

Im not reading all that, but with the electric blue, and yellow skinny jeans you sound like a scene kid

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE

1920’s, 30’s 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s !!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.

Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a Ute on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds, KFC, Subway or Red Rooster.

Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn’t open on the weekends, somehow we didn’t starve to death!

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy fruit tingles and some crackers to blow up frogs with.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren’t overweight because……

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and cubby houses and played in creek beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms……….WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no
Lawsuits from these accidents.

Only girls had pierced ears!

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross buns at Easter time…….no really!

We were given BB guns and sling shots for our 10th birthdays,

We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn’t have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!

Footy had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

Our teachers used to belt us with big sticks and leather staps and bulliesalwaysruled the playground at school.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.They actually sided with the law!

Our parents got married before they had children and didn’t invent stupid names for their kids like ‘Kiora’ and ‘Blade’

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

The past 70 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned

HOW TO

DEAL WITH IT ALL!

And YOU are one of them!

CONGRATULATIONS!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.

And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn’t it?!
PS -The big type is because your eyes are shot at your

Age J

here here i was born in 69

i’m 16 and i always have to things i’m torn between before halloween.
this year i either want to be a cheerleader or a punk rock star.
i like to make my costumes so
for the puck rocker i would wear:
ripped up fishnets or leggings.
my tight turquoise mini skirt.
a bright tank top with a ripped up black top.
black boots.
black nail polish.
fake eyelashes.
bright red lipstick. (i pull it off)
black eyeshadow, eye liner and mascara.
and some fake tattoos.
and some kind of gloves or arm warmers

and for a cheer costume i’d wear
a white turtle neck with a red tank top and i’d actually embellish the tank top with white and blue electric tape its alot cool than it sounds haha
anyways i’d buy a red pleated skirt and embellish it with the tape.
and i still have so red white and blue pom poms from cheer.
and i’d wear my white shoes and socks.

so which one sounds better?
please help

punkish sounds better

what about trying them mixed :S i dont know just a suggestion..x