I like:
Adam & the Ants (new romantics)
Asking Alexandria (metalcore, post-hardcore)
Bauhaus (gothic rock, post-punk)
Bring Me The Horizon (deathcore)
Burden Of A Day (post-hardcore, metalcore)
City Of A Caterpillar (screamo)
Creature Feature (gothic rock)
The Cult (classic rock, gothic rock)
The Cure (post-punk, gothic rock)
Deathstars (industrial rock)
Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows (post-hardcore)
DevilDriver (groove metal, melodic death metal)
Embrace (post-hardcore American band)
Evanescence (metal)
Faith and the Muse (gothic rock, darkwave)
Five Finger Death Punch (heavy metal)
FUGAZI (punk)
Gray Matter (old post-hardcore)
God Module (EBM)
Heretic Soul (metal)
Hollywood Undead (rap rock)
I Would Set Myself On Fire For You (screamo)
Indian Summer (emotive hardcore, screamo)
Jesus On Extasy (industrial rock)
Linkin Park (rap rock, alternative rock, nu-metal)
Lostprophets (alternative rock)
Loud? (emo, possible second wave)
Marilyn Manson (industrial rock)
Michael Jackson (pop, R&B)
MIKA (pop)
MUSE (alternative rock)
Orchid (screamo)
Orgy (industrial rock, synth pop/rock)
Pendulum (Drum n bass)
Placebo (alternative rock)
RazoerBladeKisses (gothic rock)
Rites of Spring (old post-hardcore, emotive hardocore)
Siouxsie and the Banshees (gothic rock, post-hardcore)
Slipknot (nu-metal)
Story of the Year (alternative rock, pop punk)
Sunny Day Real Estate (indie rock, alternative rock, emo)
Texas Is The Reason (emo, indie rock, alternative rock)
Three Days Grace (alternative metal)
Yyrkoon (death metal, thrash metal)
30 Seconds To Mars (alternative rock)
oh and try and guess who I am.

I’ll try to make this as short as possible.
My dad has this habit where if he likes something, he becomes obsessed with it. Nothing else matters. For example, when I was 3, he scuba dived EVERY day. So much that my mom left him because he would go scuba diving instead of going to our sport events, choir concerts, etc.
A couple years ago, he became a vegan…but he obsesses on certain foods…like mangos and bananas. I went to his house for the weekend once, and there were literally 22 mangos sitting on the counter, and four bunches of bananas. And then I walked into the bathroom, and there were more mangos on a shelf in there because “They ripen faster in there.”
Well. He also has a lying problem, so says my mom. He told my sisters and I that when he got remarried (a month after my moms divorce) my mom told him that if he moved into my town, she’d pack us all up and move out of state. My mom says that he told her that he was going to buy the house that was for sale across the street, just to make her mad, and she said “I absolutely said if he moved into that house, id move. not out of state though.”
Then he said that the “Head Honcho” from Washington D.C. came to Michigan to review my dads Child Custody case and told him he was paying too much, for seeing us as little as he did (he was supposed to have us every weekend, but wasnt able to put up with our sports, so he would get mad at my mom and say that she had planned all our sport events on HIS weekends, just to get out of having to take us to them…..and he only have to like one game a season, if it was convenient for him. like if it was a home game) But back to the Head Honcho thing, we all know that didnt happen. and he has told me and my two sisters MANY times that it did. and now, hes denying he ever said that.
Anyways. Here’s what recently happened.
My oldest sister is getting married in June. She had planned a rehearsal, but hadnt set the date in stone yet so only told a few people. My dad got upset because everyone apparently knew about it, except him. Then, my brother called him to say that my mom was walking her down the aisle. He was then furious, and said that she must just not want him in the wedding, thats why he wasnt invited to rehearsal, and that he didnt know whether to even go to the wedding. So this whole fight sparks up in my family, even though my sister wants both of them to walk her down the aisle.
In the mean time, my other sister is due to have her baby any time. She wants my parents at the hospital during the birth, which is understandable. My dad is being very selfish and saying “Let me know her conditions so I can plan to be at the hospital during the birth or just AFTER.” no…he was asked by his DAUGHTER to be there FOR the birth, not AFTER. Why is it so hard for him?
And, his scuba diving flared up again so he’s been going to San Salvador for 2 month periods, and wasn’t even sure he would be home for EITHER events. I mean…how do you classify this type of person? Selfish? Narcissistic? or is there something else?

One day a father on his way home from work suddenly remembers that it’s his daughter’s birthday. He pulls over to a toy shop and asks the sales person, ‘How much for one of those Barbie’s in the display window?’
The salesperson answers, ‘Which one do you mean, Sir?We have: Work Out Barbie for $19.95 Shopping Barbie for $19.95 Beach Barbie for $19.95 Disco Barbie for $19.95 Ballerina Barbie for $19.95 Astronaut Barbie for $19.95 Skater Barbie for $19.95 Divorced Barbie for $265.95
The amazed father asks: ‘It’s what?!Why is the Divorced Barbie $265.95 and the others only $19.95?’
The annoyed salesperson rolls her eyes, sighs, and answers: “Sir…,Divorced Barbie comes with: Ken’s Car, Ken’s House, Ken’s Boat, Ken’s Furniture, Ken’s Computer, one of Ken’s Friends, and a key chain made with Ken’s balls.”

me and my guy friend used to tease each other playfully .
he used to smile and blush when ever talking to me or looking at me.
he used to ask me from time to time to hangout with our mutual friends
he knows I went through a really bad break up after 6 years relationship.
One day I told him I have a crush on him he said nothing (we were with our mutual friends why I said it , it was a long story), the next day he texted me cuz we were supposed to go with our mutual friends and both of us couldn’t make it . he was extra nice and saying darling and stuff, then the next day me and him went alone to have dinner it wasn’t a date we were just hungry he was nice and he said he would like to be in a relationship (he didn’t say with me) and asked me if I want to be in a relationship I kinda told him that I don’t.on the way back home I told him I don’t think I have a crush on u I just think that u r cute , he said thank u .
this was like 1 month ago , and things has been cold and hot between us , no flirtation but he seems to tell me stupid things just to talk because I would ignore him sometimes because he would ignore me , the other day he was sitting with me and my friends and I was telling my friend about this guy ( not a love interest but that I wanna work with him because he is good -and he was the one who mentioned him and saying that he is good ) and he just stormed out without saying buy I just heard him tell his friend I want to get out of here .
do u think he likes me and how to get what we had back and how to show him that I want more? oh but actually after tell him that I don’t have a crush on him he said he likes me as a friend. before he was saying he has a crush on a girl from work after I said I have a crush on a guy from work (we work together ( he insisted on knowing who is my crush and started telling me guys names and then I told him it is you ) do u think he likes me ?english is not my first language or the second

This is a very BASIC ROUGH DRAFT. But let me know how you like it and if you have any advice. THanks so much. Also, if you sent your age range and your three favorite books that would help so I have an idea of who’s talking to me. I’m not a creeper lol. Just a writer. Thanks
It’s the first day of June. Streaks of sunlight filter through the trees as I head out to the chicken coop to the collect the eggs we sell for extra money.
“Hello, chickens,” I say softly, addressing the group of feather-brained fowl roaming the grounds.
“Hello, Lucifer,” I say to our rooster, a fitting name for the meanest rooster I’ve ever seen. He stares back at me with beady black eyes and begins to strut around like he owns the place. As if.
I slip into the stuffy henhouse, holding my breath so I don’t have to smell the stink. I pick out their eggs one by one, placing them into an old carton I brought from the house. I make sure to lock the door behind me and head back inside, feeling the warmth of the sun rise up behind me.
The day always begins early at the Brightman boardinghouse. There is breakfast to be cooked, clothes to be washed, guests to be entertained, and children to be sent off to school.
Our town, Reliance, is a trusty pit stop for travelers headed to the northern states. Our farmers who grow wheat, corn, soybeans, as well as raise livestock, have had it rough for quite some time. The crash in ’29 didn’t do much to ease their workload.
When it became clear that my father’s income as the town doctor would not suffice in supporting a family of 8, my mother opened up our house to boarders passing through as well as townsfolk. We’ve been going steady for about two years now, and a lot has changed. With a handful of strangers moving around the place at any time, it feels different. Maybe a little less like home in some aspects. The people are generally kind and respectful, thankfully. But we’ve had to give up some to keep it running.
Mother, for one, lives and breathes the boarding house. She cooks and cleans, keeps track of our guests and their payments, and that leaves me in charge of the kids, along with all my other chores. I left school when I turned 15, but I try to keep up by studying at home.
I head down to the kitchen, where Mother stands at the stove, stirring a big pot of oatmeal. Her light blonde hair is pulled back into a bun, save a few strands that rest on the sides of her face. She’s got an apron on over a light blue cotton dress.
“Good morning, Lena.” Mother looks over at me with a smile.
“Good morning, Mother,” I say. “Want me to set the table?”
“No, your sister will do that. I actually need you to run down to the store and pick up some more coffee.”
She pulls a quarter out of her dress pocket and hands it to me. “Mr. Henderson is desperate for some coffee.”
Mr. Henderson. A robust man who used to live a few blocks away, but lost his house when he couldn’t’ keep up with the mortgage payments. A decorated officer from the War, and a lover of coffee. Always has a story or two to tell. Widowed, he continually seeks out the company of others.
“Alright,” I say, and head out of the kitchen with a spring in my step. Thomas Brandt, the storeowner’s son, is my closest friend in town, and I haven’t seen him for a few days.
“Hurry back,” Mother says a little reproachfully.
Our house stands on the edge of Maple Road, which ropes its way into town from about half a mile. I love walking to the store. It’s already a warm day, and the birds are chattering up high in the trees. A squirrel watches me from afar, then scurries back into the woods. I decide to run so I can spend more time with Thomas.
Mr. Brandt’s store has a scent of its own. Cinnamon and cloves, molasses and vanilla, fresh bread and cheese, and fresh coffee find their way to my nostrils. It’s a welcoming smell, one I’ve known all my life.
George Brandt moved here from Germany 25 years ago. He’d been a businessman in Aachen, and brought his trade here when he opened a general store in Reliance. Here he met Kathleen Delaney, an Irish girl, and married her. Together they had Thomas, but Kathleen caught scarlet fever and died when he was eight. Now Thomas works in the store with his father.
Thomas is tall, lean, and has thick, dark hair. His skin is fair like mine, save for in the summer time, and his arms are strong. He looks very much like his father; the only attribute he shares with Kathleen is that same beaming smile, though it’s not as common as when he was a little kid. His eyes are his fathers, a fierce hazel that aren’t easily overlooked.
I peer into the store window and see Thomas at the front counter, reading a book. It’s just like him, too. He was always the best student in school.
I swing open the door with a bang, and Thomas jumps off his chair like a madman, slamming the book on the counter. He only relaxes when he sees that it’s just me.

I love my mother and grandmother. I grew up without a father. So my mother and grandmother were my parents. They are the most amazing people to me. My mother has sacrificed a lot as a single mom. So myself and my sibling can have new shoes or new clothes she will prolong getting herself anything at all. And my grandmother has medical bills as well. I mean we aren’t poor but money is extremely tight. Once I am out of school, I would love to try and move with them and buy a house together. We rent and I want them to have a home. If we combined our salaries we could get something nice.
I have a fiancee and she is my heart and soul. But I can’t abandon my family. I want them to have nice things for once. For money not to be so much of an issue. I know once my grandmother is gone, my mom won’t have anyone but me and my sibling. I won’t let her be alone raising her. She doesn’t want to bring a random man into her life so she won’t be in a relationship I know that much.
I was thinking maybe we get a house and I could spend some money on sort of building a wall to separate the house. That way it could be like two houses and myself and my future wife could have some sense of privacy. We have been together two years now and I love her so much.
Does this sound like it should be a deal breaker to my fiancee? I mean I want to give her a great life, but I can’t just drop my family. And we are hispanic so if anyone out there is hispanic, they know important family is and how close you are to one another.

I’m sorry but just think about this for a second, Robin Has Had offers from Bayern Munich, a successful German club, close to his home country and, with a familiar face in the side, Arjen Robben. Not only that, but looking at Bayern’s Style, Persi Would be absolutely perfect for them, He would tuck, nicely behind Gomez at the front (just like Rooney does with welbeck) and he would suit their style of play. Also a team that has reached the UEFA Champions League Final now, twice, in 2 years.
He also has interest from spain, Barcelona and Real Madrid, both teams who reached the Semi Final in the Champions League this year, and Real Madrid who missed the final by a whisker.
However, all the spotlights from the media, and obviously all the assumptions from the city fans, all suggest that Persie is going to Manchester City…But how under educated is that?
Persie is no adebayor, he isn’t some egotistical over payed tw*t who we want to offload, he is our leading player for the club, more than Fabregas was. Now, why in the name of god, would Persie, join a team just for money? if he is going for success like papers suggest, surely he would go to a club that is guranteed to get it?
For one, Several of the Members of the Manchester City squad are players that stormed out of Arsenal, either for money or because they ran out of belief. Now, Persie, stayed at the club, EVEN when this club has been at its lowest this season for the whole of Wengers reign here at Arsenal and has saved the club, almost single handedly with goals… not to mention one of your current/former Strikers actually stood on his face, and just about all of our former players that joined your club, insulted Arsenal whilst Persie was still a part of it…
Seriously, get a grip. Persie is not leaving Arsenal for Manchester City’s dubai millions, a player of his quality would only leave for Silver and at that, I’d believe he’d set his sights on a team that comes with more benefits, then just sitting on a bench 2 seasons because Manchester City have just bought ANOTHER striker…deluded morons
I believe that if Persie is seeking money, he has more chance of staying here at Arsenal then signing for Manchester City because is you think Arsenal are just going to offer him a contract extension with a 10,000 salary increase, you can think again, that flying dutchman is gonna get spoiled rotten

Do you think this is right?Well I currently don’t have a job and yesterday was my birthday i turned
18 years old. My father is on another island so he told me that he’ll
send me some money for my birthday but before my birthday he and my step
mother told me several times that the hotel is already paid for, where i
live so my friends and I can go to the hotel and enjoy our bday’s, go
for dinner etc etc my other friend bday was yesterday as well. So
yesterday I got a ride to the airport waited there almost 5 hours before
i finally got this ”so called envelope” sealed with my name on it
with $300 bucks in it and he knows as well my class starts on the 7th of
may he didn’t even put extra cash in it for me to pay my school fee my
fee i have to pay is $2,000 my mom is a single mom and she was planning
on splitting the fee with my father but he only sent $300 bucks!!
So lastnight my step mom call saying that when i go to check into the
hotel take the money to pay … So i’m saying to myself. [ Take what
money didn't they tell me it was already paid for? I checked the price
of the hotel online and it was at $279 bucks and I only got $300 from my
father so i'm like? Whats for me if i go and book into this hotel?
Answer: Nothing. so i made up my mind not to book into the hotel and
save the $300 bucks toward my school fee .!!!! I also got a call from
the school I am going to attend next month stating that i should/need to
have atleast $400 - $500 bucks in by monday!!! I spent my whole day
waiting in the airport for $300 bucks [TO BOOK INTO A HOTEL!!!] Don’t
get me wrong I am grateful that i actually got it because this is the
most money i’ve ever gotten from him in my life. But this isn’t right at
all all week I was lied to by them.
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I am extremely pissed off and really really stressed out because i have to attend this class i really want Too but i don’t want to put all of that pressure on my mom alone to pay! She has bills, insurance, mortgage , house insurance so much stuff to pay for!!:( i am going completely insane.
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I went to the airport to pick up the cash because on the island where they was the plane fly to and from my island to the island they are staying so they gave it to the pilot and the only way i would get it is if i went to the airport to pick it up from the agent. Yeah he got tons of money he’s a captain plus owns his own airline.
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Manda everyone isn’t fortunate that’s what you need to realize! I just got out of high school last year its hard to find a job now days but everyday I am trying as hard as I can!!! You don’t understand nothing i said don’t you…………….?
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”Maybe because he couldn’t afford anymore?” He’s building a mansion, He owns an airline, He’s a captain of a boat he makes tons of cash!

In the US alone, enforcement of cannabis prohibition costs taxpayers around $10 billion each year. If it was taxed and controlled like alcohol, cannabis sales could generate an estimated $6.2 billion in yearly tax revenue. Cannabis has also been shown to ease symptoms of people with HIV/AIDS,
cancer, multiple sclerosis and many other medical issues. It has been successfully used to TREAT nausea, appetite issues, glaucoma, muscle spasms, and many other types of pain. In 2010, nearly 45,000 Americans were serving time in state and federal prisons for nonviolent cannabis possession. In that same year, over 700,000 Americans were arrested for the same crime. The estimated total cost to the taxpayers is $9,000,000,000
I love weed. The only people who are against it are those who have never tried it and have spent their whole lives hearing propaganda and misinformation spread by the anti-drug brigade. The only reason pot is illegal is because in the 1930s newspaper czar William Randolph Hearst owned significant interests in wood pulp paper-making. Hemp can be made into paper much cheaper and more efficiently than wood-pulp which he saw as a threat, so he launched a smear campaign in his newspapers saying that it made people hyper-violent and fiendish (watch the film “Reefer Madness” sometime to get a glimpse of this mentality).
I used to smoke all the time when I was in high school and college. I find the high relaxing, insightful and even enlightening. I am always a kind and gentle person when I am high, which is not always the case with alcohol. I eventually grew tired of pot and quit, but I still think it’s a great drug and easily the safest one out there besides maybe caffeine.
The arguments for weed are endless: (1) It’s impossible to overdose and there is no hangover; (2) People don’t get violent when they are on weed like they do on alcohol; (3) Its smoke is not carcinogenic (cancer-causing) like cigarette smoke (and even if that were an issue you can eat it in
brownies or use a vaporizer) (4) It’s cheaper than alcohol; (5) It’s much safer to drive on than alcohol; (6) Many successful people have smoked or still do smoked weed (many Presidents of the United States, famous scientists such as Carl Sagan, and countless musicians, writers and artists; (7) It’s not physically addictive (it’s really only addictive in the sense that fun is addictive, fun is addictive in many things besides weed), some people get addicted to television for example); (8) It’s no more of a gateway drug than alcohol.
Really the only bad thing with pot is that it’s illegal. There is virtually zero risk you will get caught if you smoke at home. If your parents adopt an extremely strict approach it will drive you to smoke away from the house which will increase your odds of getting caught.
Marijuana would also replace thousands of medications on the shelves today, costing pharmaceutical companies millions of dollars. That is something the government doesn’t want to risk.
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every once in a while my kids go to play with their cousins and their cousins come over to play with my kids, my husbands brother dropped his kids off to play with my kids around 11:00 am, around 2:00 my brothers husband called me and said he’s coming to pick his kids up, so he came and took them home, 10 minutes later (after dropping his kids to his house) he comes back, I thought that he had forgotten something but when I opened the door for him he said “may I please come in?”, (which is weird because he never comes in my house without having my husband home(which is his brother), so I asked him if everything was ok, and he said yes but I have to talk to you about something, so I let him in the house, he asked me if I could put my kids in their room because he wanted to talk privately and he didn’t want the kids hear what he was gonna tell me, anyways I put my kids in their room and I put them a dvd to watch (which will keep them there for a while)then I went back to the living room where Mohammed was sitting, then he asked if we can go to my room, I said i think its better if we stayed in the living room and told him plz tell me what u wanna say, is everything ok? did anyone die? did anything happen to my husband? my heart was beating, he said I cant talk here we have to go to the room and talk, it will be easier to talk while we are there, so I said ok we’ll go there buy plz fast tell me what’s wrong u are scaring me, so we went to my room and sat on the bed, then he said I wanted to talk about the feeling I have towards you, I said u have feelings for me? what the f*ck! he said yes then he started to touch me, then he pushed me and let me lay down on my back and started to kiss me, I said please get off me,u are sick, he said I love u and I wish I was the one that married u not my brother, I started crying and told him please get out, he said not until I show u how much I love u, I told him I don’t love u, I love my husband, and u are like a brother to me, but he didn’t stop, he kept kissing me, licking my body and touching me,I tried to push him off of me but i couldn’t because he is a big muscular guy,he continued doing it for about 15 minutes, (which felt like 5 hours) then he finally got off of me, I felt a little relief thinking that he was gonna leave, guess what? I was wrong he wasn’t gonna leave it was just the beginning, he had his clothes on the whole time he was touching and kissing me, so then he started to take his clothes off then he jumped in bed and next to me, he said “so this is how my brother spends his time with you, how lucky he is” then he got a tissue (which was next to the bed) and started to wipe my tears and said “don’t worry baby everything gonna be alright” then he put his finger inside of my vaginal, and said shhh we’re gonna have some fun making love together, then he started to have sex with me, I felt a knife coming in and out while he was doing it with me, a few minutes later when ejaculated inside me, then finally he got off of me ” I went running to the bathroom and washed up my face hoping after I come out he will be gone, so when I come out I find him standing there naked, then he said I just wanna apologize to what I did to u, I never did this ever to anyone and I promise i never will, I started to tell him go plz u did what ever u wanted to do why are u still here, he said I always fantasied my penis in your mouth, so he came and shoved his penis in my mouth, and said come on baby suck it like u suck a popsicle, so I sucked it for 1 or 2 seconds then I bit him very hard, he stared to yell and said what the hell did u do that for? then he quickly put on his clothes and told me I’m sorry again for what happened but I had to do this because I wanted to show u how much I love u, I kept crying then he gave me a hug and left, after he left it was around 3:00 I went to check up on the kids and thank god they didn’t hear or see anything, there they were still watching tv and playing with their toys, so I quickly went and took a shower and acted like everything was normal before my husband came home, I didn’t want him to know what a coward his only brother was, the brother that he always looked up to