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 Old2. What is your gender? Male Female3. What is your favorite color? Black Blue Crimson Grey Hot Pink I don't have a favorite4. Band most likely find on your iPod: Fugazi Nirvana Nickelback The Cure My Chemical Romance I'm too counter-culture to have an iPod5. Your favorite thing to do when you're alone. I'm always alone. Write poetry describing how alone I am. Wallow in my own self-pity. Pretend to be serious about suicide. Listen to music and scratch myself with my housekey. Nothing is worth doing if I can't have her/him back.6. A big jock bumps into you on your way to art class. What do you do? Roll your eyes and keep moving, cursing his name under your breath. Stop and get in his face. He can't be that big. Cry and complain about how he'll never have to suffer like you just did. Do nothing. Later, at home, write an acoustic guitar song about the trials of high school. Stab him with a pencil and run away, screaming something about how he touched you in your "special place". That'll show him. Apologize for bumping him, and get the hell out of there before he kicks your ass for being different.7. All your friends are going to a Panic! At the Disco concert on Saturday. Your father says you can't go. What do you do? Sneak out and go anyway. He can't control you! Offer no resistance, and silently accept your fate as the unluckiest person in suburban America. Plead with him, explaining that if you don't go, you don't know what you might be capable of doing to yourself. Begin calmly weeping in front of him. Hopefully, he'll think you're so pathetic, that he'll let you go, just to get you out of the house. Go to your room, turn off all the lights, play a record and contemplate the meaning of loneliness. Try to convince your friends that "Panic! is lame now", in hopes that they won't go either.8. Your little sister has asked you to draw her a picture for her 1st grade art project. What do you draw? An airplane on fire. A wilting rose. Two eyes, crying tears of blood. A happy family in front of a happy-looking house. Draw an old lady and tell her it'll be her one day. But YOU will never get that old. Draw nothing and tell her it's a self-portait.9. Your boss tells you to stop wearing messy black eyeliner to work. Your response: "Hey man, it's an expression of my shadowed soul." "Back off, old man. I am who I am, and not you nor my parents can change that no matter how many times you threaten boarding school!" "Sorry Ralph, I'll go wipe it off. Oh and you're a dick." "Don't worry, around lunchtime, it'll probably all wear off anyway. That's about the time I'm due for my daily unreasoned weeping." "I'm sorry. Sorry you can't understand the excentuated depths of my tortured eyes." "But.... I'm not wearing any. That's natural."10. Your favorite article of clothing is: A tight black T-shirt. A dark argyle sweater vest. A hot pink, low-cut boob shirt. Impossibly tight jeans. Your Converse All-Stars. Horizontally-striped black and white stockings.11. You just won the lottery for 1 million dollars. What do you do with the money? Save most of it for the future, but spend $1400 right away on different shades of black eyeliner. Get all those albums you've always wanted, then quit your job and listen to them all day everyday for the next 23 years. Open a center for the homeless. Only requirement: they have to be tortured and lonely. And devastatingly attractive in a dark way. Burn the money. No amount of cash can bring you the happiness you deserve but can never have. Give it all to your parents for being such good influences. This would never happen. Even the lottery doesn't understand how unfortunate you are in life.12. What do you eat for breakfast? Special K (so I can maintain my heroin physique) Eggs and toast (after that, its all downhill) Count Chocula (cereal of despair) Sadness I don't eat breakfast anymore. I'm beyond it. Coffee. Black. Like my wounded soul.