The Veteran
You scored 82%!

You've picked up the majority of the classic rock basics. You probably have a classic rock collection and can sing along with most of the songs on your local radio station. This is not the highest score, but it is arguably the best: that subtle combination of impressive knowledge and not being a pretentious geek.


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Your Stripper Song Is
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I've decided that there are few things worse than when your father, your invariable source and example of strength, calls you crying. He just kept saying, "I wish I knew what she wanted, I wish I knew what she wanted...together we've got everything; apart, what are we ( Read more... )

I went to dinner tonight with some family friends, basically my second family. I hadn't seen them in a while and it was good to hear their familiar voices and humor. They told me how proud they am of me; although I'm not their real daughter, they think of Adie and me as such. I can see how they would feel pride and relief in having "kids" that are ( Read more... )

So my cats are outside with a little bird they caught earlier. The poor little thing is still alive, but badly crippled. I know that I can't save it, but I can't find it in me to kill it and put it out of its misery. I wish the cats would be merciful and let it quit suffering. I'm not sure animals know mercy, though ( Read more... )

I already completely adore my Elementary Social Studies methods class. I have always liked history, but realized it fully yesterday in class as I watched the brilliant professor's passion for the subject infectiously gush out of her ( Read more... )

I was getting gas today and gave my debit card to the clerk to prepay. The following ensued ( Read more... )

I remember one time, sophomore year of high school, Shelby got photographed for teen people magazine and ended up on the "trends" page. There was such a buzz about it for months ( Read more... )

Anyway, things are somewhat dismal lately. I recently found out that a friend's six-week-old baby passed away Saturday. She wanted all of us girls to come to the funeral (she wouldn't have had to ask). I said it before and I'll repeat it: no parent should have to bury their child. I'm so sick of funerals (my current tally is three in four months ( Read more... )

I've been agonizing over it for weeks. It started with your disappearance. I was so excited when you said you were coming to my party (not only did you say you'd come, you assured, swore, promised). Not only did you not come, you instead went out to the casino bars, then several more parties after that. It doesn't so much hurt that you didn't ( Read more... )