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I found this quiz on an old blog belonging to an old friend - I remember doing it previously on one of my older MindSay accounts.
So, why not do it again. :)
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--GEEK--
[X] Do you wear glasses?
[X] Do you get good grades?
[X] Do you use an inhaler?
[X] Do you stick pens and calculators into your shirt pockets?
[ ] Does your mom pick out your clothes?
[X] Are you on the computer often?
[X] Do you ever get picked on?
[ ] Do you look forward to going to school?
[ ] Do you wear a pocket protector?
Total X: 6
--PREP--
[ ] Do you say the word "like" alot?
[ ] Do you shop at Hollister/Abercrombie&Fitch/AE/Aero?
[ ] Do the people in Hot Topic scare you?
[X] Do you giggle alot when you're with your friends/girlfriend/boyfriend?
[ ] Have/do you watch(ed) LAGUNA BEACH?
[ ] Do you like pop music?
[ ] Do you want/have a little dog?
[X] Do you laugh a lot?
[ ] Do you like the colour pink?
Total X: 2
--METALHEAD--
[X] Do you have long hair?
[X] Have you drank Beer?
[ ] Have you ever been in a Moshpit?
[X] Do you not believe in God?
[X] You got a Pentagram on some clothing article etc.?
[X] You own some spikes?
[ ] Can you play guitar?
[X] Can you growl?
[X] Do you own boots?
[X] Do you headbang?
Total X: 8
--GOTH--
[ ] Do you wear black eyeliner?
[X] is most of your clothing dark?
[X]Do you think about death often?
[X] Do you want to die?
[X] Are you a social outcast?
[X] Are you pale?
[X] Do you like Hot Topic?
[ ] Do you enjoy Tim burton movies?
[X] Are you mean?
Total X: 7
--HIPPY-
[X] Is your hair long?
[ ] Do you own a tye-dye shirt?
[ ] Do you want to save the animals?
[X] Do you think war is unnecessary?
[X] Do you like classic rock?
[ ] Have you ever participated in a protest?
[ ] Have you ever been overcome with a desire to hug a tree?
[ ] Is your idea of fun sitting around one person, playing a guitar, and singing along?
[ ] Do you see someone playing frisbee and automatically ask to play?
Total X: 3
--GANGSTA--
[ ] Do you wear do-rags?
[ ] Do you like hip-hop?
[ ] Was Tupac truly the greatest rapper in the world?
[ ] Do you believe he's alive?
[ ] Do you like afros?
[X] Have you ever said "Fo Sho"?
[X] Do you like to dance?
[X] Do you own 40 cd's or more?
Total X: 3
--SURFER--
[ ] Do you surf?
[ ] Do you wear flip flops all year around
[X] Is your hair shaggy/layered
[ ] Do you wake up before 6 every morning?
[X] Do you own any pairs of shorts?
[X] Have you been in a competition?
[ ] Have you dated a surfer?
[ ] Do you know what 'dakine' means?
[ ] Do you think the ocean is awesome?
[ ] Do you want to be at the beach right now?
Total X: 3
--SKATER/PUNK--
[ ] Can you skateboard?
[X] Do you wear skateboarding shoes?
[X] Do you do stupid stuff with your friends?
[ ] Have you gotten in trouble with the cops?
[ ] Do you watch the X-games?
[ ] Do/did you have any piercings other than your ears?
[X] Do you like/wear a mohawk?
[X] Do you wear band t-shirts?
[X] Have you called someone a poser recently?
Total X: 5
--EMO-
[X] Do you cry often?
[X] Do you wear hoodies?
[X] Do you like soft music?
[X] Do people not understand you?
[X] Do you write your own poems or music?
[ ] Do you dye your hair red, black, or any dark color?
[ ] Do you cut your own hair?
[X] Do you sometimes feel very lonely?
Total X: 8
--DRAMA DORK--
[X] Ever been in a play?
[ ] Have you ever seen a Broadway show?
[ ] More than 10 Broadway shows?
[X] Have you ever been/are you in school shows?
[ ] Does your current job involve theatre in some way?
[ ] Want to end up working in/for theatre?
[ ] Can you recite all of the lyrics to your favorite play/musical?
[X] Do you break out into random songs whenever/wherever?!
[ ] Do you like the 'Sound of Music'?
[ ] Did you like the Broadway show you saw?
Total X: 3
--REDNECK--
[ ] Do you have a couch in your front yard or porch?
[ ] Do you drive a truck?
[ ] Do you ride four-wheelers?
[X] Do you like to get dirty?
[X] Do you like country music?
[ ] Do you have a broken car in your back yard?
[ ] Do you own a cowboy hat?
[ ] Do you have more then 4 different animals at your home?
[ ] Do you watch Larry the Cable Guy videos?
[ ] Do you live on more than 1 acre?
Number of X: 2
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Totals:
METALHEAD --- 8 points
EMO --- 8 points
GOTH --- 7 points
GEEK --- 6 points
SKATER/PUNK --- 5 points
HIPPY --- 3 points
SURFER --- 3 points
GANGSTA --- 3 points
DRAMA DORK --- 3 points
PREP --- 2 points
REDNECK --- 2 points
It seems I am a metalhead/emo.
Well NOR, I could have told you that. :D
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I hope you have read from this link:
from the bottom up, it's autobiographical, & now it's time for me to get busy & continue the story. I'm only to 13, & I'm 54, so I best get writing, before I'm out of time. I can't say I remember much of being 13 years old. I ran away 13 times, from dad, grandma, & mom, & they'd catch me & I'd run again, & that's my memory of being 13. I pretty much lost the whole year, but that's common with this illness. So, up I move to 14. By then, I was hard, & mean, & doing alot of meth, & once beat a man nearly to death for calling me a whore. He was in the hospital for 6 months. That's the kind of rage that lives inside, only difference between now & then is that I can control the mean (or protective) alters, for the most part, although pressure worrying about my dad & hub is making me switch often, either to Carla, who hasn't a kind word for anyone, or Andrea, who is 15 & very angry. It's just that I'm under too much stress, & I can't change that, so I just change, & I'd much rather just stay in control, so I'm totally capable of handling everything that's coming my way. None of it will be easy, that I already know. So, while I was 14, I went from home to Haight, never staying anywhere very long, which has effected me as an adult. It's very hard for me to stay in one place, although I've been pretty consistant over the last several years. Still, inside, I wanna go. Anywhere, so long as it's not here. I live in the central valley of California, so Hell is about to be here. I so hate it here, breathing the pesticides because of all the fruit they grow nearby. Chances are, I'll die here. Who knows. My life has never, nor will it ever be boring, that's for sure.
Now, sometime after turning 15, I found myself hungry, having just lost a baby, wrapped in a blanket on Venice Beach, Ca (a place I'll never go back to) I was approached by 4 wanna be bikers (young & stupid), & I knew I was in trouble, but I was so hungry. They invited me to a party, told me there were other girls there, but I knew, deep down, I was walking into a rape. Can you imagine being that hungry? Can you? To know you're about to be gang raped, in exchange for a can of beans? Well, it happened. They took my bloody underware & nailed them to the wall, to add to their collection. I pretended to like being with them (thankfully, I never felt a thing, another alter took the pain), but I remember what happened to the letter. I told them I'd stay with them, but needed to go to Santa Monica to get my stuff, so they thought they had won, & took me to get my stuff. I disappeared into a huge apartment building, never to see the rapists again. Nor did I report any rape. Why? So I could be drug through the crap of being a street child? No thanks. I just bit the bullet. That is when Andrea came to be, so you can see why she's angry. She's never forgotten, & she never will. Shortly after that, I was arrested for sleeping on a stairwell, & put in California Youth Authority for 3 months, reading psychology books for college students, trying to figure out what to say to the shrink to get him to let me out. It worked. So, I may lack in formal education, but trust me, I'm not stupid by any means. Mom taught me young that reading was the best education. That, & just life would teach me more than any school ever could. She was right. But what I learned was painful. Still, here I am. I'll write more about being 15 & 16 tomorrow. Here's where I start having trouble writing this story, but I'll do my best. Hope you come back to continue reading. HBO, call me. This is a story that needs to be told, & I have liver disease, so I only have so long to tell this story, or to benefit from any money I might make. I was born with nothing & expect to die the same way, so if ya don't call, trust me, it's really your loss. People have no clue how much a multiple can endure, since we were so tortured, both physically & mentally when we were so young. Thanks for stopping by... I'll be writing more tomorrow....QuellyQ
Ahh, 1969, the Summer of Love. I guess it was a good summer. I have no memory of being 16 (or 13), & try as I might, I just cannot remember that year at all, so it's obvious that another alter was out. See, I'm a fairly new alter myself. I came to be in 1995, late in the year I was diagnosed multiple. When I drew my first picture of myself & my alters for my psychologist aunt, there was an empty face next to mine, when she asked who's this, I told her that's who I'm gonna be, when I start getting better. Sure enough, I did become the empty face.
I do, however, remember being close to 17, when I was partying with some people, on LSD, when I made crazy love to one guy, but then to my horror, here came another one. There were 6 of them. I knew I had to leave, so I put my head back, & I left my body. I have no memory of the rape, or of several weeks after it occured. My next memory was being in my first husbands yard, & being impressed that he had tattoo'd my name on his shoulder when he was a teen. It was about then I met my first husband, David. We soon found out I was pregnant, & what he didn't know was I didn't know if he was daddy, or if the baby was a rape baby. I'll say this. When first she moved within me, she was MY baby, & the rest just didn't matter.
Now David was physically violent, many of those in my history, so no surprise. He beat me during the whole pregnancy. I'm about to tell you one of the hardest storys I have to tell.
My cousin had a friend, he was a wonderful guy, who wanted to take me to Michigan, to escape this monster, but I couldn't go so far from my father. He was in love with a junkie woman, who I guess he caught with her husband. It broke his heart. And she was such a waste. He came to our house one afternoon & asked if he could spend the night there, we said yes, & I had a sleeping bag & pillow waiting for him. Later that night, he rang the buzzer for me to let him in, & I did so. He was bouncing, literally, off both walls walking down the hall, so it was no secret he was super high. I knew he had gotten some reds (seconal, an old sleeper) from my "uncle Dewey" (actually one of my molestors), so he had given us a few, & I'll never know how many he took, but when I woke up in the morning, I just felt something wrong, very very wrong, so I felt Carl's shoulder, it was so cold, & I covered him up. The feeling wouldn't leave me. I put my hand by his nose, & could feel no breath. It was then I woke David, & told him, "something is wrong with Carl". He pulled back the sleeping bag, & there were purple spots all over his side that he was sleeping on. He was quite dead. I remember the night before, he took off his leather pants, slept in his tshirt & shorts. now dig this. David put his pants on & went to work! I was in such shock, I went & spent the day at my friends house. Finally I told her what had happened. See, we were young & stupid, & because we had the same substance in our body as him, we left him there, afraid to call the police, although I never would have hurt this wonderful man. When David got off work, he came & got me, & we went home. I remember the smell of rotten strawberrys, the smell of death, in the beginning of rigor. David told me to go tell the landlord to call the police, before I did, I took the towel off his face I had put there that morning, & he was purple, his whole face. I went up against the wall, in shock, then went & called the cops. They didn't touch him, but used their feet to turn him over, & up came his arm, straight up in the air. His eyes were closed, a bit of blood was coming out of his nose or mouth. It was probably the most horrid thing that ever happened to me, but it got worse. However, I'm now too shook up to write more right now, & so much happened because of his death in my apartment, I promise, either later or tomorrow I'll finish this horror story. It's making me feel horrid, so that's it for now. Sorry I couldn't tell you the whole story at once, truly I am. I will finish tomorrow, right down to having my first child alone in my apt....this saga will continue to get worse & worse for quite awhile. I'm so glad I'm multiple. I never could have handled half the things I have in my life. Sorry, I have to go now.
love, QuellyQ
Ah, look at all of you. Living your so called "life" while others are dying for you. How do you repay them? By mocking them, their war, their fight, their life, their death. You have Cindy Sheehan who never gave a damn about her son until after his fall. You have Ted Kennedy who knows more about war than America's best Generals.
While they die you live in the comfort of their sacrafice. And you repay them with your infinite knowledge of war and peace. Peace was never won without bloodshed, a war was never won without death. Innocent people will die. They always do. But remember, the first casualty of war is Innocence. While brave men and women prepare to go into battle you cower in the sidelines like the cowards you are. How I hate you.
General George Patton once said, "There's only one proper way for a professional soldier to die: the last bullet of the last battle of the last war." I can only hope I am worthy of such a death. You know nothing about the Army Values of: Loyalty, Duty, Respect, Selfless Service, Honor, Integrity and Personal Courage. You only know how to please yourself.
It's funny how people fight and die for your right to speak your mind, but in speaking your mind you demean their sacrafice. But that is what makes this country great. I am proud to serve all of you.
"Heroes are born
when
bullets fly,
when
the earth explodes,
when
cannons roar,
when
trumpets fade..."
Finally my dad decided to order the cds he and I want from JPC, a german music company.
So my friend Patrick patricksky decided to order Miroque 9 with the whole lot. Hmm what else to tell. I like Counterstrike more than ever....and hmm I've got a weird Hippy, freedom 2 all tag....well hmmm that's about everything....
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