I found this and thought it was hilarious...so i decided to post it...

92% percent of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Repost this if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing your ass off.

Yeah I was bored....so I took this...

LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Steven
-- Nicknames: Steve, Stevie, Lil' Stevy, Stevie-Boy, Stev-o....
-- Birth date:November 9, 1988
-- Birthplace: Ottawa Riverside Hopsital
-- Current location: Stittsville
-- Eye color:brown
-- Hair color: brown
-- Height: 5’9
-- Righty or lefty: right


LAYER TWO
-- Your heritage: Nordic, French, Irish
-- Your weakness: Hugs
-- Your fears: Death
-- Your perfect pizza: MEAT LOVER'S
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Move out


LAYER THREE
-- Your most overused phrase on MSN: "O God"
-- Your thoughts first waking up: "...Already?"
-- Your best physical feature: My skinny body
-- Your bedtime: 9:00-9:30....yeaaah
-- Your most missed memory: Hanging out with Steph on weekends


LAYER FOUR
-- Soda: Pepsi
-- Fast food joint: Subway
-- Single or group dates: Single
-- Adidas or Nike: Nike...so comfy
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Nestea
-- Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Cappucino


LAYER FIVE
-- Smoke: nope
-- Cuss: Yeah
-- Sing: Yeah
-- Take a shower every day: ....who doesn't?
-- Have a crush(es): Steph, My gf
-- Do you think you've been in love: I am
-- Want to go to college: yes
-- Like high school: meh
-- Want to get married:eventually
-- Believe in yourself: Enough
-- Get motion sickness: Sometimes
-- Think you're attractive: A little
-- Think you're a health freak: Oh hell no
-- Get along with your parents: More often lately
-- Like thunderstorms: SO relaxing...
-- Play an instrument: Not well, lol


LAYER SIX
In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: no
-- Smoked:no
-- Done a drug: yeah
-- Had sex: no
-- Made out: yes
-- Gone on a date:not really...
-- Gone to the mall: yeeah
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No, I wanna tho!
-- Eaten sushi: no
-- Been on stage: yea
-- Gone skating: no
-- Made homemade cookies: no =(
--Gone skinny-dipping: no
-- Dyed your hair:haha no
-- Stolen anything: haha yep


LAYER SEVEN
Ever...
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: No
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: No
-- Been caught doing something: nope
-- Been called a tease: no
-- Gotten beaten up: no
-- Shoplifted: yea
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Pssh. Yeah right.


LAYER EIGHT
-- Age you hope to be married: 20-25
-- Numbers and names of children: 1, if a boy Billy, If a girl, Alexandra
-- Describe your dream wedding: on a mountain with my family and friends on a summer afternoon...
you want to die: peacefully
-- Where do you want to go to college: Dunno
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Ehhh I dunno
-- What country would you most like to visit: Germany


LAYER NINE
In a boy/girl...
-- Best eye color: Blue
-- Best hair color: Brown
-- Short or long hair: In between
-- Height: Shorter than me
-- Best weight: a little chubby, but not fat
-- Best articles of clothing: Shirts, pants? I dunno
-- Best first date location: Movies...cliche lol
-- Best first kiss location: Bedroom


LAYER TEN
--Number of drugs taken illegally:1
--Number of people I could trust with my life: 3
--Number of CDs that I own: at least 100
--Number of piercing: 3
--Number of tattoos: 0
--Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: twice
--Number of scars on my body: 4 that i can see
--Number of things in my past that I regret: 3

Been a long time, But I'm back

My view on Marilyn Manson:

Since Mr. Manson has changed his sound on almost every album i'll explain each one.

Portrait of an American Family-Shock rock in it's fullest. Raw, savage, gutsy, and above all else: OFFENSIVE. He sounded like Alice Cooper meets misfits.

Antichrist Superstar-Mr. Manson worked with NIN's Trent Reznor on most of the tracks, making this more of an industrial-rock album. Contains his biggest hit "The Beautiful People". I like this album more than most of his others because there wasn't much out at the time that sounded like it.

Mechanical Animals-Doing more of a David-Bowie-era rock thing on this one. Another one of my favorite albums with several referances to space and sci-fi and machinery. More Glam Rock than shocking, and this hat fit Marilyn Manson very well.

Holywood-Manson fell into the trend of nu metal: bad lyrics and mediocre musicianship. It's an ok album, but nowhere near as fresh or original of some other stuff he has done.

Golden Age of Grotesque-An attempt to go back to the Industrail sound. Good content, but nowhere near as good as Antichrist Superstar.

Now, usually I don't share dreams I have, but this one is an exception, simply because of how weird it was.

It started with me bieng in a laser tag like place. I kept getting shot and not being able to hit anyone. and then I found this door. I opened it and went in. Then, all of a sudden everything was completely different. I was two people; a guy and a girl. The guy was a friend of mine, but the girl was someone I really didn't know. We were in this really messed up maze made of wooden planks all hammered together, and there was next to no light around us. There were growling sounds coming from darker corners of the area. I got attacked by this monster with leathery skin and long claws. The laser tag gun turned out to be a machine gun so i shot it down. I panicked and fell over. I sat there on the ground for what seemed to be a very short while, and then out of nowhere a kitten walked over to me and placed itself on my lap. Not knowing what else to do I pet it for awhile before deciding to go on. I found a staircase to I went up it. It led me to this lobby in a medival looking fortress. It was made entirely of stone, and there were torches everywhere, lighting the are up. There was one large staircase in the centre. As I started walking towards it, a giant armored man charged at me. He was wearing broad, armor with a plain black helmet and he had a red cape. He came at me with an enourmous lance and had me back against the wall. I begged for mercy. He took off his helmet and asked what I was doing there. I told him that I just wanted a way out. He said the only way out was to fight demona(character from the TV show: Gargoyles). He let me go up the staircase. It led to what looked like an apartment. I heard what sounded like gun shots coming from one room. I opened the door to see Austin trying to shoot Demona. Demona knocked him back and told us to go away and leave her alone. She curled herself into a ball on a bed. I walked towards her and we started talking. She said she was tired of fighting everyone that came by. That's when I woke up.

x= yes -= no
{x} Fallen for your best friend
{x} Made out with JUST a friend
{-} Made out with the same sex
{x} Been rejected
{x} Been in love
{x} Been in lust
{-} Used someone
{x}Piercings
{x} Been used
{-} Been cheated on
{x} Done something you regret
{x} Considered a life of crime
{-} Considered being a hooker
{-} Considered being a pimp
{-} Are you psycho
{-} Split personalities
{-} Schizophrenic
{-} Obsessive
{-} Racist
{-} Obsessive compulsive
{x}Dream of dead bodies, blood, death, and gore
{x} Dream of doing those things instead of just seeing them
{x} Understanding
{x} Open-minded
{x} Arrogant
{x} Insecure
{x} Interesting
{-} Hungry
{x} Friendly
{-} Smart
{x} Moody
{x} Childish
{-} Independent
{x} Hard working
{-} Organized
{x} Healthy
{-} Emotionally stable
{x} Shy
{-} Difficult
{-/x} Attractive
{x} Bored easily
{-} Thirsty
{x} Responsible
{-} Sad
{x} Happy
{x} Trusting
{x} Talkative
{-} Original
{-} Different
{-} Unique
{x} Lonely
{-} Had a bad life
{-} Have a bad life
{x} Dye your hair
{-} Floss daily
{-} Own a web cam?
{x} Ever get off the damn computer
{-} Ever done a drug(s)
{x} Ever drank alcohol
{x&-} Been suicidal

Origins

Claws of concrete pierce the clouds
They bleed an oily black haze
Lost in an industrial maze
An unknown legacy is born
Now there is no turning back
No way to redeem what we lack
A crescendo of hurried voices
Erupts and crackles through the streets
Drowning out our choices
Our origin is sacrificed
Among the smog clouds

A city full of lights
A red star that burns bright
The kingdom crumbles
From the inside out
Death by regret and doubt
Night will never fall again
For it has been slain
Medication handed out
To make the demons go away

Outside the wire fences
Lies the forest
From which we carved our existance
A systematic persistance
Lead us through the tempest
Everyone has changed
And yet we're still the same
Like the primates we blame
We, too are deranged
Redemption has no hope
We have lost our way
Faltering today
No way for us to cope

Rouse us
Wake us
Return us to the forest
Love us
Need us
Return us to the womb
Cut us
Shoot us
Return us to our homes
Murder us
Destroy us
Return us to our tombs

Fill The Silence

Part One: Hello Reflection

Hello reflection
The man that I fear
Eyes have reddened
With the unwiped tears
Never once have I
Given you a smile
So many years of
Hate and denial
Are you the true me?
The hidden side that
No one ever sees
You’re the only one
That can understand
For you’ve seen it all
Witnessed it first hand
You have become me
On my truest form
And as you shatter
I begin to mourn

Part Two: Him

Everywhere I go, I see him
His ugly face and ugly sins
He’s always lurking in my mind
Within this body, I’m confined
And thus, this hatred has been born
Upon the ground, tattered and torn
These open wounds that can’t be sewn
Why can’t anybody see this?
How are they so oblivious?
His voice echoes in my head
Those dark words were all that he said
Drowning my sorrow, and my heart
Just so that I don’t fall apart
When the battle’s over and done
Please tell me what I’ve become

Part 3: Solitude

Here I am, all alone
I’m so weak, I’m too cold
Imprisoned by my hate
Nobody can relate
As my pieces fall down
And I become unwound
Will anyone see me?
Will I finally be free?
Or will I be stuck
In this horrible rut
The voices in my head
Wishing that I was dead
So here in solitude
I rot away my final day

Part Four: Help me

I need you by my side
To help me fight this pain
I can’t do this alone
In truth, I’m just too drained
Fill the silence in me
So I don’t have to hear
The voices breaking free
Take some of my burden
Just listen to my words
I need consolation
Escape from all this hurt
Can I depend on you?
Or will you turn away?
Give me words to listen
And talk away my pain