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Elizabeth’s General Gift Buying Questionnaire* This is a questionnaire created for optimal gift buying. The following questions were made so that you will get a gift you might actually like. There are no wrong answers. There are both multi-choice questions and write your own answer questions. In regards to the Multi-choice the last option on each question is blank so that you may fill in your answer if it is not an option or if you would like to elaborate on your decision. Be as honest as possible. 1 What is your favorite Color?    ___________________ 2) What size shirt do you wear? a)Small b)Medium c)Large d)X-large e)X-smal

Lunch Box of DOOOM Chapter 2 …… Have you ever been so distracted that no matter how much you tried you couldn’t bring yourself to concentrate? One minute you’re paying attention and the next you’re drifting off in your own little world. Have you ever found yourself staring at nothing in the middle of class? These feelings are very similar to dozing off, your eyelids getting heavy and your neck getting tired and then your asleep and you couldn’t help it and the teacher keeps teaching and everyone else keeps learning. And while none of these things are particularly bad-except perhaps for the fact that you’

A Not So Secret War Episode One It starts out black. With ACDC’s “Back in Black” playing in the background. And then starts to fade to picture. The first thing you see is the car. Faded pink classic convertible Mustang. It’s old. The sun is bright and hot and the air is dry. The desert comes into focus. We zoom in on the driver. The girl driving is pretty. Her face is round. Her lips are pouty. Her eyes are an unremarkable green. Her hair is bubble gum pink and stylishly cut short and feathered to frame her face. She’s wearing a pair of Black Wayfarers. Her shirt is Hello Kitty and her shorts are short and her sketc

Part 1: In Which Much Ground Laying is...uh...Lain? .... ~Dream~ Her footsteps echoed off the shop windows eerily. Nothing moved, there were no people, no animals, and no birds flying over head. The wind didn't blow. She was all alone walking down the middle of the street. Incase zombies start coming out of the buildings. You can out run them then. Because they walk so slow it would take them longer to get to the middle but by then she would already be gone... The thought slowly drifted away from her leaving her mind strangely blank. The need to walk and a slowly dawning sense of horror were the only things left on her mind. It fel

Johnny Weepingwillow Mrs. Hultman 1/16/08 English Period 2   A Magical Adventure in My Brain I've always been an imaginative person. I'll often find myself in the middle of a very complex, often ridiculously dramatic daydream. This habit is nothing new to me. Growing up, while all the other little girls were dainty princesses drinking from teacups, I was Xena's little sister. I was the forgotten Power Ranger. The kick butt ninja rebel still learning how to read. I could sit on my swing set for hours (literally) and just daydream. And then I discovered reading. Ho boy did that open up a whole new category of daydreaming. Now when I was

The Rainbow Fairy Princess Lunch Box of DOOOM               It was a bright spring day in April in Marysville, California. The fluffy white clouds and cheerful blue sky had put everyone- tweekers, the freshly released from prison and Catholics, included- in carefree, whimsical, and happily oblivious moods. Hereon junkies hummed as they tied the tourniquets and belts around their biceps. There was a bounce in the steps of the newly confirmed on their way to the half way house. And no one noticed the two painfully handsome men sitting on a park bench watching two small children play. It was because of this happy oblivious-ness that had led th

Setting: BARBIE AND KENS PLAYHOUSE (A large and very pink master bedroom also a very pink bed within which Barbie lies, blankets pulled up to her perfect plastic chin. The sound of the thin plastic front door being slammed causes Barbie to jump and begin to hurriedly check that she is properly tucked in. Ken enters the room.) The following conversation will finally reveal the dirty little secrets that Kelly has been holding over both their heads unbeknownst to one another's predicament. Kelly is a whore. Now without further ado, The Author presents you with The Naughty Dolly Fun House. Enjoy the truth. Barbie: -pulling a sick face- Hey -c

THE SAD LITTLE PUPPY There once was a sad little puppy. He was quite and with drawn. He yearned to play with the other puppies but his master told him: "No! You are a purebred, little puppy." "You cannot go out and play, you could get dirty, you could get sick. You are a purebred you don't get to folic all day." And so the sad little puppy grew up. He got bigger and meaner and angrier. Until one day when he could take no more of the "purebred" bullshit the old man would spew almost daily. "No! You cannot chew on the couch you are a purebred. You cannot bark at the mailman you're a purebred for Christ sakes! You cannot,