1. What is your age? Under 18 Years Old 18 to 24 Years Old 25 to 30 Years Old 31 to 40 Years Old 41 to 50 Years Old 51 to 60 Years Old Over 60 Years Old 2. What is your gender? Male Female 3. First, what kind of music do you prefer out of the ones listed? Rock (Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Ramones) Metal (Cannibal Corpse, Mayhem, Slayer) Rap (Tupac, Biggie Smalls, Haiku) Pop Culture/Mainstream (50 Cent, My Chemical Romance, Slipknot, Brittney Korn, Spears) Techno (Men Without Hats, Mo-Do, The Orb) Jazz (Louis Armstrong, Satchmo) 4. What best describes your hairstyle? Very long, or very short, or bald Spiked, Mohawk, or long African American hairstyle (afro, short curls, cornrow) Neatly combed hair. short, and very neatly cut. Large bangs covering one or both eyes. Painted black. 5. What kind of shirts do you wear? Very large shirts with gang symbols or jokes, or rappers. Band t shirts with angry bands like Cryptopsy, Decapitated. Definately not stuff like Slipknot. Shirts with the anarchy symbol, or a comedic message Plad, or just normal shirts. Similar to most others in my school. Black. POSSIBLY with depressive message, or a band like Slipknot, or My Chemical Romance. Tight shirt. 6. What kind of shoes do you like? Converse Air Force Ones Military Boots Skater Shoes Tennis Shoes (girls)-furry boots (guys)-alot of stuff (both) flip flops 7. What kind of pants do you prefer? Camo Jeans Normal Jeans Tight Jeans Tight Black Jeans Baggy Pants Tight jeans with shirt tucked in and with a belt 8. Which sign best describes you? Devil's horns Anarchy sign Dollar sign "blood" sign Middle finger tilted head 9. Now simple yes/no and true/false questions.
Do you like MTV? Yes. Somewhat. No. 10. Do you think Slipknot is Heavy Metal? Yes. No. 11. Do you think that 50 Cent is real rap? Yes. No. 12. Do you think Blink 182 is real punk? Yes. No. 13. Do you think mainstream music and ideas are cool? Yes. No. 14. Do you think that studying is very important? Yes. No. 15. Do you like being a part of the school orchestra/band/drama club/plays? Yes. No. 16. Do you like marijuana A LOT to the point where you do it ALOT, like more than four days a week? Yes. No. 17. Do you think the world is painful and depressing? Yes. No. 18. A quick break from quick questions. Which would you rather do on weeknends? Go to the gig. Skate Stay in my room/study Hang with my homies act/play instrument shop and hang 19. Which would you rather do with friends? Drink beer, listen to loud music, mess around, go to a gig Talk about how painful life is Study Smoke weed drink and listen to lots of different types of music Go skating 20. Back to yes and no questions. Which of the lyrics below do you prefer? When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said, someday, when you grow up, could you be the savior of the broken? Trapped in purgatory. A lifeless object alive, awaiting reprisal. Death will be their aquisition. The sky is turning red. Return to power draws near. Fall into me sky's crimson tear, abolish the rules written in stone! I believe that this may more than just a sign of sexual attraction, it is a great feeling of intense passion. All like a pat on the back and a kiss on the lips for luck. All aboard, heading for the promised land. I used to have a plan, but I forgot it. She, she, she want it, I want to give it to. She know that, its right here for I want to, see her break it down. I'm ballin, throw'n money around. I have confidence in sunshine. I have confidence in rain. I have confidence that spring will come again. Besides what you see, I have confidence in me. Twenty four hours ago I wanna be sedated. Nothin to do and no where to go. I wanna be sedated. Just get me to the airport and put me on a plane. Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane. 21. Which of these lyrics do you prefer? I push my fingers into my eyes. It is the only thing that slowly stops the ache. But it's made of all the things I have to take. Jesus, it never ends, it works way inside. If the pain goes on, I'm not gonna make it! On bigger than everything. In the crown of your own self you preach darkness, yet would you be able to obey the lack of light? Darkness, light, word, existence, could it be false? Salvation is nothing, nothing is salvation. Hello there, angel from my nightmare. The shadown in background of the morgue. The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley. Without a sound I took her down and dresseed in red and blue I squeezed. Imaginary wedding gown that you can't wear in front of me. A kiss goodbye, your twisted shell as rice gains and roses fall at your feet. Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west. A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness. The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest. The lunatic is on the grass. The lunatic is on the grass. Their folded faces staple them to the floor, and everyday the paper brings more. The lunatic is in the hall, the lunatics are in my hall.