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    1.       Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4. "… books in the world say," continued the old man. "it's describes…"    2.       Stretch your left arm out as far as you can, What can you touch? A small table    3.       Before you started this survey, what were you doing? Facebooking.    4.       What is the last thing you watched on TV? WWE    5.       Without looking, guess what time it is. 2:20AM    6.       Now look at the clock. What is the actual time? 2:32AM I was close.    7.       With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? The air conditioner in the other room.    8.      

My friend, LeAnna and I were riding in the car with Weird Al listening to my cd collection and we were all practically screaming out the songs. Turns out, he likes all the same music I do. We came across his Running With Scissors album and I put it in without thinking. about half way through the first song with LeAnna and I reciting the lyrics like we listened to it yesterday, I felt bad for playing his music without asking him if it was ok. So I asked and he said it was just fine and smiled real big. I'm sure i had the durr face at that time...    Then my dream skipped to our destination which was my family reunion. I can understand why Le

I can't describe the place I'm in. Some might call it emo. Some might call it depression. All I know, is all I can think about is how I've screwed everything up. I think of how I've never made a difference in anyone's life. Can anyone seriously say that they would be the slightest bit disturbed if I died tomorrow? No. Everyone would go about their day to day without even thinking about me. Because they wouldn't know. I feel like I just want to die. Maybe that's the only way out of this.. Everything I've done in my life is just passing. Nothing stays. I'll do something worthwhile and tomorrow, it's gone. I've wasted my talents. I've wasted a