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 David Barry
LAFAYETTE HISTORY: 1898: Train Wreck in Carencro...Laf. Gun Club...Water Works/Fire Dept....in Lagniappe: Killed by a meteor.
http://vermilionville.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-29th-sunday-post.html
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 Amber Fairchild
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10 likes & i'll put an "x" by every fact.(:
[] I am shorter than 5'4".
[] I have many scars
[] I tan easily.
[] I wish my hair was a different color.
[] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
[] I have a tattoo
[] I wear glasses sometimes
[] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.
[] I have more than 2 piercings.
[] I have piercings in places besides my ears
[] I have freckles.
FAMILY
[] I've sworn at my parents.
[] I've run away from home.
[] I've been kicked out of the house.
[] My biological parents are together.
[] I have a sibling less than one year old.
[] I want to have kids someday.
[] I want to adopt someday
[] I have more then 5 siblings
SCHOOL/WORK
[] I'm in school
[] I have a job.
[] I've fallen asleep at work/school.
[] I always do my homework.
[] I've missed a week or more of school.
[] I failed more than 1 class last year.
[] I've stolen something from my school.
EMBARRASSMENT
[] I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.
[] Disney movies still make me cry.
[] I've snorted while laughing.
[] I've laughed so hard I've cried.
[] I've glued my hand to something
[] I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
HEALTH
[] I was born with a disease/impairment.
[] I have a disease/impairment.
[] I've broken a bone.
[] I have dislocated something.
[] I've had my tonsils removed.
[] I've sat in a doctors office with a friend.
[] I've had my wisdom teeth removed.
[] I had a serious surgery.
[] I've had chicken pox.
[] I have/(had) asthma.
EXPERIENCES
[] I've gotten lost in my city
[] I've seen a shooting star.
[] I've wished on a shooting star.
[] I've seen a meteor shower.
[] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.
[] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator
[] I've kicked a guy where it hurts.
[] I've been skydiving.
[] I've played spin the bottle.
[] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.
[] I've been in a car crash.
[] I've been Skiing.
[] I've been in a play.
[] I've met someone in person from the internet.
[] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.
[] I've sat on a roof top at night.
[] I've had alcohol.
[] I've played a prank on someone.
[] I've ridden in a limo.
[] I've eaten Sushi.
[] I've been snowboarding.
RELATIONSHIPS
[] I've gone on a blind date.
[] I miss someone right now.
[] I have a fear of abandonment.
[] I've gotten divorced
[] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.
[] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.
[] I've told someone I loved them and didn't get a clear response.
[] I've felt rejected even if I wasn't.
[] I've loved someone I knew a friend was already in love with.
HONESTY
[] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.
[] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.
[] I've snuck out of my house.
[] I am keeping a secret from the world.
[] I've cheated while playing a game.
[] I've cheated on a test.
[] I've been suspended from school.
DEATH
[] I'm afraid of dying.
[] I hate funerals.
[] I've seen someone die
[] I've had someone close to me die.
[] I've had a family member die
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 Preston Persona
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Lick the laws leaking from my leased life; the taste of sanctamonias secretions burn your quivering lips. I thrust in you my throbbing law to break your handcuff hips. The trust in us is real, but reality really only applies to our teary catoract eyes. Contracts writtin is muscle contractions; living is but a series of spasms. Serial orgasms beat the brain into submission. Doggies doing it missonary style, arch in denial of their bestial four legged predisposition, all in order to ejaculate meaning via mutated emissions. Mutants from the primal, realize through time even slime can become less vile. With the genetic help of beaten whelps, beauty and joy morph their form. Tomorrow what is seen as art; today is veiwed as porn. Exposure of self is scary; genitals smooth or hairy, are regarded primarily with fear. Yet our sexual reception, is hardly an exception, differing very little from how we see, smell, or hear. It's all just reaction; an action exploring self and feeling for relation. As love is sharing lust for others, and lust is but vanity's masturbation. Dicks decide their master's pride, and pussys passively demand that a masters hand prove it's worth through toiling in dirt. For her it hurts at first, but her programmed penetration promises that his current crime will later prove to hurt him worse. She gives and he takes, he breathes greedily while she holds her breath. She watches the cold hooded watcher delight in the invisible pain their struggle for release breeds. Though in her blood he blindly thrusts, he is still ignorant that his hunger paigns and malignant protruding lust are leading him to death. Until he opens the third eye on his little vieny guy, he will never know how much of him she devours. But she's polite, and patiently waits, with no regard to his ignorance filled ,seconds, minutes, or hours. She remains still and stays collectively calm, hoping he'll evolve. Soon her apathetic daze reveals his riddled face, which falls neatly into place; when her soft and fragile fingers graze his stupid stubbled chin, his eyes slowly begin to let his lover in, clearing in the motion of a blink, emotions burn forcibly, feeding thoughts which take over for that which the modern man can not of his own will think. His demented puzzle solves on it's own, as she dissolves past flesh and bone. Holy shit! They both scream! Oh my hell baby! Oh my god daddy! It's only golf; an existential game of holes and balls, and we're all just searching for a competant caddy. Find me a strong stick to swing so I can shoot my white warrior with little effort and comforting ease, past all her sand traps and through all her trees. Give me a goal, a trial, something to overcome, better yet just make a hole to hold my ball, my metaphoric manly emission; i'll shoot it in, then take it out. Painless, victimless, pointless fucking, leaves us nothing, yet still theres something to putting without a dame's permission. Golf is but a man made game, and serves in place of a short descriptor for our basic functions, Thus I must digress, reduced to calling names. I struggle to untangle this bland mess, and conduct a dissection of what truly likens the plural through the use of simple conjuctions. I liken man and woman to the conflicting compliments of earth born elements, and through thus see their differences divide, connect, and recreate. Though born a boy, or birthed a girl, we reside on a circular world. Women flow as water, that men feel they must freeze to soldify and hold, without realizing the value of their free fluidity, men forfeit the potential warmth by failing to utilize the functional utility and simplicity of offering the option of a vacant welcome bowl. Men need to cup clay gently, yet form it till it's firm; women need you open to accept them, as proof that man is slave not to his sperm. Men still, sterile or verile, are like fire; fighting lightning that strikes in spurts,a pretty choatic enlightening light show within a formless fickle flash, based in brute power that rarely ever lasts. What burns just consumes, taking till there's naught but ash. Women wonder why we weave and wain, always looking for a source. Men as fire, see their destination through desire to tap creations ass, fueled by nameless chemical high suppliers, and a circulation of instigating gas; each borrowed high, a blurry highlight reel of the possibility of a much more substantial meal, napalm nightmares spawn the hope to get much higher; combusting through busty gyration prometheus is damned by the gods for his contrabution to the human corpses amassing in satan's accidental sacrficial pyre. Men burn in hell to please themselves, to divide man's defined devine monkey mind from shelves of confining attire. With rising temps as gas is given means to vent, men turn grains of sand to solid glass, without reason or rhyme, or regard for time, they embrace their need to feed. A not so distant thought, they fear being sold or bought; as fire loses its fanged teeth, a vampire no longer able to feed fear to its meat risks the reality of being snuffed. With growing significance of time, our smoke signals choke the sky. A fated inevitability to be destroyed, perserved, mounted and stuffed. To be the hunter, with humane regard, he lies to convince her he's her soldier. Though he still holds to the title of hunter, he knows that he's more accurately described as a hungry cunt muncher. With his wolf snout disguised in clear view, she lets him get close enough to baste her for his stew. He spreads through her forest, devouring her devotely watered trees, his nature a simple element electrified with proposal to get between her knees. His mask no longer stays in place, and the reality of his furry face reveals snout, and snarling drool drenched teeth. His clearing image, to her is yet revealed in full, and as her fairytale facade of knights in love dissapates, she witnesses this creature mechanically devolve, becoming a deranged, dilligent disease. She struggles to put the bastard out, to soak the baker's blistering tool. Yet without enough wet to overwhelm, her life quenching waters are transformed into steam by a water logged flaming fool.When man gains control, his wars waged wilt worlds black, but with suffcient supply of her sorrow rain, we can bring color back. However, when women rule the earth, the planet bulges with aquatic drowning girth. Men burn witches at the stake, and women tempt men to drown in glassy lakes. Giving is defined by what existence always takes, forming teeter-totter balance, we need more than just pimps and whores, humanity craves brave recreation, a flying, dying, self-denying phoenix, fucking and freeing through wonton self cremation. A caged bird, guiding the herd of humans to various discoveries through exotic destination exploration. A loving, gentle, caring god to take the lead, and a jealous, vicious, unpredictable demon cleverly concocting the flock's driving need; a means, to strive, want, and to struggle for survival; to not become the creature's bitten bitch, we keep a steady pace, we must create distance between both the chaser and the chaste. Hope ahead makes us glad, while hell behind drives us mad. We'll never reach our savior's embrace, a truth that's ever sad, but through our will's devotion, with tenacious and desperate demanding fluidity, we ferverently deem that we wont be foiled by the demon's flailing desire to digest us. Clawing at stars and force feeding us threat filled thoughts, we realize our scared surrounded selves, even as controlled creatures, can never truly be caught, nor bought, or even taught. We are necesarry chaos, creating with our beings, though mainly inacting orders from our crotch. Rot only comes when time gets done with life,and what is cut, cutting or cuttable, gives power to the knife. By denying our struggle inherent, we obtain the respect of our altogether alpha, omega, ever obtuse, omnipotent single celled parent.When we stop the struggle cycle, men and women join forces against the foreign fathers and mothers that would wrangle our energy through love's wounds, as a means to manipulate our matter. Together we can create a surrogate god, give it motion in hopes that it will break the clock, erect life's cock and wet it's womb. To lend us strength and hone our tools; reach us, resurrect us, or at least help us redecorate our tombs. To alleviate sin-centered, slithering, snake spawn of the sensual need for peer abuse. Distinct degredation designating god and demon alike, a powerless pathetic position, caged in prisons made of glass, so we can watch and get a laugh as they piss into the wind for our amusement; untill we decide to send them far from influence of form and function, with a rightous servant ruler who insures through it's dutiful beauty that we never miss them. A chemical connection, and a technological tie wire electrified by innocent curiousity flowing through a woolen string, back and forth and inbetween two tiny dixie cups. A poignant way to communicate; a harmless means to connect contrasting creatures. Before it's too late, and our species becomes extinct,humanity must break through mechanical pearly gates, to usurp a throne and peer through the perfect view to see into the very essence of science and imagination. A double-feature matinee, woo's lovers as it blows woes away, feeding flowering love with fanciful freeing fiction.Two lost souls connect in the depths of their simultaneous visions; Silently they share a snuggle at the local drive in; moving pictures producing a comforting, giving, environment; the perfect sanctuary for their egos and expectations to die in; they barely remember the lives they're missing as they collide in a slow motion collision. With the ebb and flow of medication married to a wondrous indestructably fragile web of computing, synthetic, robotic, seductive, agile, able fragments; flashing the fabricated equation of a fragmented dance; human contradictions, lost in beloved fiction give their fickle fornication focused form factories a fighting chance to escape the simple virus-minded, often serrated, ironically twitterpated, talon fisted, time tethered, ethically bald, evil derailed, contempt bleeding, trojen horse bestowing, red river flowing, siren's light aglowing, absense of knowing, ever wanting, never yielding, bane of pain, pronounced for profit, reverberating listless brain clot, relationship in the guise of love, Babel built of flaming dog shit reaching for the far above through stacks of bodily byproducts; which we whimsically label our libido, living behind its empty excuse of being a means to a familiar end, and henceforth through truth's disconcerting light, rely not on procreating, but on our stimulai's situational relating, and rise once more to fight. Rest results when the expressively confused and emotionally crippled can lean on a needless, sturdy crutch; as when we regard our own living with little complexity, complications follow us. At the surface, all things are simple, the problem lies in perception. As perfect skin can not even harbor but a single pimple, That is until we beleive in the leering lesson gleemed through reflection resonating need for faultless connecting imperfections, and thereby understand their hate for superficial man's flaw obsessed silly messed up missconceptions. Puss has a purpose, thus before we cring in disgust, at the periodic popping pustules; perhaps we should seek to worship the geeks, the freaks, the deformed and the mishapen; Our mishaps happen to be the cost of stagnant faith; a fearful, fated, futile, fumble to fill hell full of words we arm, through our associative fear, with the weapons to destroy us. We shove fags, fucks, clits, and cunts into muffled no-no bags in an attempt to act as if horrors can easily be forgotten. Precedents make little sense, why would we want to build a fence to seperate us from information; we no longer possess the capacity to understand our fellow man or lay of land in comparison to a naive shy and fearful child. When we cocoon ourselves with biggoted mindless shells, our lungs, hearts, and minds fill with self denial and abduct us from our worlds through starving alienation. When we alienate ourselves in our personal hells, our pain grows well in cores that dwell in fruit bore from trees long since dead, provinding a stillborn harvest. Life isnt always given even a single chance; some produce is never pure or good, but came to be pre rotten. Even if the farmer loved his crop, and tried his best, working ever in a way to always perform his hardest. It's ok if love is slow to show, or even if we need the occasional trial separation. Sometimes what we wear needs different care, you can't wash suade with cotton. The seasons return year by year, regardless of the fluctuations of society's govermentations. Nature cares not where flags wave, nor has need for proclamations, no noteriety of name, definitions dont mean squat, and lines mapped to boarder human habitats are disregarded by forces without thought; weather is without mercy, nor does it have a wrath, it's but circumstantial simple math; only humans think in terms of slaves and masters. Power and privelage feed egos and rule human civilization; only the hubris of the human being can claim parts of the world as their own, and conform to form a nation. Mother Russia; Imperial Japan; The U.S. of A; communist controlled North Korea, or the weary democratic south; as communication simplifys, chaos and confliction create confusion, as peace loosely hinges on weak willed liars' wormy words of mouth. Yet when the finite are faced with death, and the loss of recently renovated comforts, truth of pain and loss is forcibly filtered into our feeding tubes, through our tireless toddler god of a reflection, as it waddles arms held wide, wanting love and lacking pride, closer towards its human lords, a magnet pulled back to the pieces from which it's derived, by shallow, frail, pulsing nerves; tangled heart strings causing the human idiots to contaminate our experimental play things that make up the culture and subsequently render progress void and null; tone deaf chords lead the charge fueling an unwanted but oh so needed insurrection. To be bare and care not, but a finite being cannot produce. To breed but a flickering light, a fleeting life is burdened to them, a gift to break and condemn, to a short lived journey through snickering scenery, trial denied, and abandoned by their appointed attorney; all life provides is a ferry ride to their destined gallows; they blindly follow lead until into death's cold hands they are received and their flame is consumed by shadows. Those who worship ambition, must be taught that if one relys on breathing to enjoy a lasting life, it is an act of suicide, swearing to take a creature as your companion, husband, or wife, that loves not a thing but just grows and eats in order to divide, and grow and eat, never stop, give way, or sleep, give pause or rest, to never waste a single breath on telling you that you're already enough; your till death do you part vow seals the proud buzzard peacock to your function forever, demanding your attention now, and relinquishing its control never. For when ambition you carry, over the threshold, as an act of commitment, to share your life and devote your love; the dead determined succubus slut will blow you hard, make you rich and drain your blood; transforming the efforts of your single minded struggle into status symbols, an overpriced lifestyle that you travel through, alone in fancy cars. It'll suck you dry, free you of fluids, freedom, and friends, deflating the sky around your chicken little head, and by the time you die, buried beside your groom or bride, your faulty foundation built with petty pride, will show the cracks of a poorly built life. All ambition's shiney, cliche, empty little toys cant come with you; dawning realization that what you carried through your entire adult life was but a husk; for when you uttered i do, your heart fell dead, the true you crushed to dust. Having long forgotton the joys of the immaginative "could-hardly-give-a-shit" defiantly brave little girls and bold clever boys; we begin without purpose, then are defined and cateragorized by the jaded and complacently controlled. Still our innards insist something is amis. Regardless of the school of thought in which our minds are enrolled, it makes no sense to be, by the inferior and almost extinct, told, molded and controlled. Can't they see that they're not me; I'm not he; She's not thee, nor are we she, he, or it. It may all just be a collective pile of hypothetical bullshit, but the apple can fall far from the tree. Some born from whores and careless carnivores instead of joining the feast of the beast, would rather eat but a single bullet. Now you taste of my fruity flesh, with your mouth watering in expectation; surface texture doesnt always reflect your foods introspective condition. I can't insure that I'm free of worms, nor can I tell you how long I've been sitting in this dirty kitchen. I really have no wish to provide you a sensory glorified nutrient filled flavorful mastication. You say I havent hurt long enough to shirk work, but I say your faulty rhetoric and rusty rules are but irrelevant outdated regulations regarded by the old with respect, all an effort to suppress honest youth, an attempt to protect the carnivorous dinosaurs' arthritic necks, and ensure the relevance of their fading facade. Dethroned lizard kings, try in vain to retain their ancient crushing crowns; insisting in the reptilian face of our creator. A long dead lizard god, exists now but in forgotten lore; it's followers died and fossilized, only through snakes and gators are the new kings of being reminded of a past possible reign. Yet regardless of who ruled the past, their kingdom wasnt built to last. It's apparent that the mighty roar of even the meanest king of the massive monsterous dinosaurs could do little to dissuade the destructive arrival of a drifting meteor. Their death a chance for a more sensitive species, a new mutation of self creation through our host's destruction; a reminder of their rule and power's devouring seduction; the terror of their reign, an insatiable pursuit of pleasure, and perpetuation of passing the responsibility of pain, shall now serve as a reminder of the rancid regression residing in reptillian reproduction. Our task, to keep our brood alive, growing, and relevant, by our being needed, is within to balance hot and cold; to eat the meat our planet provides, yet devotely seek to salvage that which we think can reproduce; a gift in it's most abundant form, it's most basic source, the potential product with need of our kinetic influence to start the course, transfered energy is the only source needed to instigate self perpetuating motion, of it's gathering worth; to give it roots our sythetic influence acts to insure that our basic being is treated with chronological respect and watered, fed and seeded. A present is but the value of the gift giver's devotion. Even but a simple bean submerged into an endless growing girth of expression and relation; through the struggle of a strangeling self-teathered leash; gifted servitute offers control to your chosen master. To bow one's head, give up control let your pride freeze to death and shatter; should demonstrate your trust in your love of them; symbolic respect feeds the seeded bean, your gift lying between you and your friend is bestowed with a shift that pushes it to surpass it's means, deny it's fragile vessel and defy the predetermined cycle destined to a bean. Growing stalks that shadow the sun's bright light, and shine with life that enlightens night. Perhaps when we are buried, our bean will bring us back; proven ressurection, divine correction, fate's apologetic refund; a monetary shuffle, a meek movment, melding, maturing,and gelding of immortal beings. Rapture has come and passed, all revelations revealed. We thought it would be more vivid of an end, brought about by a much more interesting means. Oh well, I guess this is a logical hell; either way nature's denial of religion's self-appointed authority to be the force that files events, recording perception to feed its purpose and glorify it's appealing promises and groom it's savior to maintain his vanity, slathered in fat, sprinkled with sugar and fed back to the masses. There's nothing wrong with wanting to beleive in something greater than the norm, but blind faith is still a cry for glasses. It's hard to respect blurry idols, as a god devined storm just ruins bibles, often inconsistency in craftsmanship is the weak link behind the start of the destructive process that sinks ships. Thus if craftsmenship is ever in question, it's usually best to start from scratch and create a new beggining. Through the genocide of genesis, perhaps we can put an end to man's propensity to fall, if evil remains undefined, would that be the end of adam's sinning? Give eve to adam, bestow her with adam's strongest desire, with will to wonder and feet to run. And as he searches for his lover's forbidden tounge, eve shall escape into a consuming land of stimulai, burning through a yearning need to be consumed by pure fire, her transformation blinding simple adam, insures he will never find her. Her role reversed, adam's masculine desire personafied, His burning function that cooks him meat and keeps him warm. Her swaying dance mends his lonely heart. Through it's steady beat, provoked by the heat, adam thinks of eves lost form; wondering what he still has of her, and what of her to mourn. He respects the gift of his new friend, but expectations fail to mend, and that desire he'll always miss. Though the new created two can have no depth of intimacy, as a shared kiss would blister fragile lips, the pain of a consentual blanketing of love with fear and confusion, reunites the two into one; and with such hungry passion, melts the one into none; death playing love's revolution.
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 Yvonne Barnett
They were difficult to pick up, and fell from the sky. Steve Hornsby, you lunkhead!! It's probably meteor shit!
Steve Hornsby from Bournemouth said the 3cm diameter balls came raining down late on Thursday afternoon during a hail storm.
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 Teddie SMoothe
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Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.
Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will cuz I sure could use a vacation from this
Silly shit, stupid shit...Chea
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 Skylar Tople
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before you my life was a moonless night
very dark, but there were stars-points of light and reason.....
and then you shoot across my sky
LIKE A METEOR
suddenly everything was on fire,
there was a brilliancy,there was beauty
WHEN YOU WERE GONE,
when the meteor had fallen over the horizon,
EVERYTHING WENT BACK.
NOTHING HAD CHANGED,
but my eyes were blinded by the light.
I couldn't see the stars anymore.
and there was no more reason for anything.
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 Chuck Welch Trivia Man
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9. (1982) This film showcases five tales of horror from the master. There are stories about a meteor that turns everything into plants, an old man who returns from the grave to get his Father's Day cake, a bizarre creature that lives under the steps of a college, a businessman who gets what's coming to him from some cockroaches, and a husband who buries his wife and her lover up to their necks in the sand.
Silver Bullet
Creepshow
Salem's Lot
Needful Things
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 Rosemary Baptista
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"I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of a man is to live, not to exist."
Jack London
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 Edward Beck
SpaceWeather.com -- News and information about meteor showers, solar flares, auroras, and near-Earth
http://www.spaceweather.com/They came from outer space--and you can have one! Genuine meteorites are now on sale in the Space Weather Store.
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 Amy Obrien
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confession 3.hate getting that mesage of meteor saying your ree calls and txts are gone
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 Trey Folds
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8 L I K E S and I'll do this.
[ ] I am shorter than 5'4”
[x ] I have many scars.
[ ] I tan easily.
[ ] I wish my hair was a different color.
[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
[ ] I have a tattoo.
[ x] I wear glasses sometimes.
[ x] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.
[ ] I have more than 2 piercings.
[ ] I have piercings in places besides my ears.
[x ] I have freckles.
FAMILY
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[ ] I've sworn at my parents.
[ x] I've run away from home.
[ ] I've been kicked out of the house.
[ ] My biological parents are together.
[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.
[ x] I want to have kids someday.
[ ] I want to adopt someday
[ ] I have more then 5 siblings.
SCHOOL/WORK
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[x ] I'm in school.
[ ] I have a job.
[ x] I've fallen asleep at work/school.
[ ] I always do my homework.
[ x] I've missed a week or more of school.
[ ] I failed more than 1 class last year.
[ ] I've stolen something from my school.
EMBARRASSMENT
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[ ] I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.
[ ] Disney movies still make me cry.
[ x] I've snorted while laughing.
[ x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.
[ xxx] I've glued my hand to something.
[ x] I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
HEALTH
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[ ] I was born with a disease/ impairment.
[ ] I have a disease/ impairment.
[ x] I've broken a bone.
[ ] I have dislocated something.
[ ] I've had my tonsils removed.
[ ] I've sat in a doctors office with a friend.
[ ] I've had my wisdom teeth removed.
[ ] I had a serious surgery.
[ ] I've had chicken pox.
[ ] I have/(had) asthma.
EXPERIENCES
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[ x] I've gotten lost in my city.
[ x] I've seen a shooting star.
[ x] I've wished on a shooting star.
[ ] I've seen a meteor shower.
[ ] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.
[x ] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
[ ] I've kicked a guy where it hurts.
[ ] I've been skydiving.
[ ] I've gone skinny dipping.
[ ] I've played spin the bottle.
[ ] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.
[ ] I've crashed a car.
[ ] I've been Skiing.
[x ] I've been in a play.
[ ] I've met someone in person from the internet.
[x ] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.
[x ] I've sat on a roof top at night.
[ ] I've played chicken fight.
[ ] I've played a prank on someone.
[ ] I've ridden in a taxi.
[ ]I've eaten Sushi.
[ x] I've been snowboarding.
HONESTY
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[ ] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't do.
[ ] I've snuck out of my house.
[ ] I have lied to my parents about where I am.
[ ] I am keeping a secret from the world.
[ x] I've cheated while playing a game.
[ ] I've cheated on a test.
[ ] I've been suspended from school.
BAD TIMES
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[ ] I've consumed alcohol.
[ ] I regularly drink.
[ ] I can't swallow pill.
[ ] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.
[ ] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.
[ ] I shut others out when I'm depressed.
[ ] I take anti-depressants.
[ x] I've slept an entire day. when I didn't need it.(it was nice)
[ ]I've hurt myself on purpose.
[ ] I've woken up crying.
DEATH
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[x ] I'm afraid of dying.
[ x] I hate funerals.
[ ] I've seen someone die.
[x ] I've had someone close to me die.
[ x] I've had a family member die who I didn't know
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 Edgars Freibergs
http://www.sott.net/articles/show/240823-Rhode-Island-US-Extremely-bright-unexpected-meteor-caught-on-camera
Rare Fireball Meteor caught on Camera by Ladd Observatory in Rhode Island - Jan 19, 2012 "Last week, scientists at Brown University's Ladd Observatory noticed something very unusual showing up on their overnight sky camera. The skies in Providence w...
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 Emma Doyle
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hate them messages from meteor!:'(
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 Jordan J Pentland
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Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.
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 Lavon Youins
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is having a melancholy day. Spider-fingers crossed for a meteor strike...
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 Adam Spg Glaiber
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDLbRzT67XU&feature=BFa&list=HL1327874009&lf=mh_lolz
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Scenes from the motion picture "2012." Courtesy Columbia Pictures. Remember the Y2K scare? It came and went without much of a whimper because of adequate planning and analysis of the situation. Impressive movie special effects aside, Dec. 21, 2012, won't be the end of the world as we know. It will, however, be another winter solstice.
Much like Y2K, 2012 has been analyzed and the science of the end of the Earth thoroughly studied. Contrary to some of the common beliefs out there, the science behind the end of the world quickly unravels when pinned down to the 2012 timeline. Below, NASA Scientists answer several questions that we're frequently asked regarding 2012.
Question (Q): Are there any threats to the Earth in 2012? Many Internet websites say the world will end in December 2012.
Answer (A): Nothing bad will happen to the Earth in 2012. Our planet has been getting along just fine for more than 4 billion years, and credible scientists worldwide know of no threat associated with 2012.
Q: What is the origin of the prediction that the world will end in 2012?
A: The story started with claims that Nibiru, a supposed planet discovered by the Sumerians, is headed toward Earth. This catastrophe was initially predicted for May 2003, but when nothing happened the doomsday date was moved forward to December 2012. Then these two fables were linked to the end of one of the cycles in the ancient Mayan calendar at the winter solstice in 2012 -- hence the predicted doomsday date of December 21, 2012.
Q: Does the Mayan calendar end in December 2012?
A: Just as the calendar you have on your kitchen wall does not cease to exist after December 31, the Mayan calendar does not cease to exist on December 21, 2012. This date is the end of the Mayan long-count period but then -- just as your calendar begins again on January 1 -- another long-count period begins for the Mayan calendar.
Q: Could phenomena occur where planets align in a way that impacts Earth?
A: There are no planetary alignments in the next few decades, Earth will not cross the galactic plane in 2012, and even if these alignments were to occur, their effects on the Earth would be negligible. Each December the Earth and sun align with the approximate center of the Milky Way Galaxy but that is an annual event of no consequence.
› More about alignment
"There apparently is a great deal of interest in celestial bodies, and their locations and trajectories at the end of the calendar year 2012. Now, I for one love a good book or movie as much as the next guy. But the stuff flying around through cyberspace, TV and the movies is not based on science. There is even a fake NASA news release out there..."
- Don Yeomans, NASA senior research scientist Q: Is there a planet or brown dwarf called Nibiru or Planet X or Eris that is approaching the Earth and threatening our planet with widespread destruction?
A: Nibiru and other stories about wayward planets are an Internet hoax. There is no factual basis for these claims. If Nibiru or Planet X were real and headed for an encounter with the Earth in 2012, astronomers would have been tracking it for at least the past decade, and it would be visible by now to the naked eye. Obviously, it does not exist. Eris is real, but it is a dwarf planet similar to Pluto that will remain in the outer solar system; the closest it can come to Earth is about 4 billion miles.
Q: What is the polar shift theory? Is it true that the earth’s crust does a 180-degree rotation around the core in a matter of days if not hours?
A: A reversal in the rotation of Earth is impossible. There are slow movements of the continents (for example Antarctica was near the equator hundreds of millions of years ago), but that is irrelevant to claims of reversal of the rotational poles. However, many of the disaster websites pull a bait-and-switch to fool people. They claim a relationship between the rotation and the magnetic polarity of Earth, which does change irregularly, with a magnetic reversal taking place every 400,000 years on average. As far as we know, such a magnetic reversal doesn’t cause any harm to life on Earth. A magnetic reversal is very unlikely to happen in the next few millennia, anyway.
› More about polar shift
Earth, as seen in the Blue Marble: Next Generation collection of images, showing the color of the planet's surface in high resolution. This image shows South America from September 2004. Q: Is the Earth in danger of being hit by a meteor in 2012?
A: The Earth has always been subject to impacts by comets and asteroids, although big hits are very rare. The last big impact was 65 million years ago, and that led to the extinction of the dinosaurs. Today NASA astronomers are carrying out a survey called the Spaceguard Survey to find any large near-Earth asteroids long before they hit. We have already determined that there are no threatening asteroids as large as the one that killed the dinosaurs. All this work is done openly with the discoveries posted every day on the NASA NEO Program Office website, so you can see for yourself that nothing is predicted to hit in 2012.
Q: How do NASA scientists feel about claims of pending doomsday?
A: For any claims of disaster or dramatic changes in 2012, where is the science? Where is the evidence? There is none, and for all the fictional assertions, whether they are made in books, movies, documentaries or over the Internet, we cannot change that simple fact. There is no credible evidence for any of the assertions made in support of unusual events taking place in December 2012.
› Why you need not fear a supernova
› About super volcanoes
Q: Is there a danger from giant solar storms predicted for 2012?
A: Solar activity has a regular cycle, with peaks approximately every 11 years. Near these activity peaks, solar flares can cause some interruption of satellite communications, although engineers are learning how to build electronics that are protected against most solar storms. But there is no special risk associated with 2012. The next solar maximum will occur in the 2012-2014 time frame and is predicted to be an average solar cycle, no different than previous cycles throughout history.
› More about solar storms
Addition information concerning 2012 is available on the Web, at:
NASA Astrobiology Institute: "Nibiru and Doomsday 2012"
Bad Astronomy: "The Planet X Saga: The Scientific Arguments in a Nutshell"
Sky and Telescope Magazine: "2012: The Great Scare"
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 Peterjay Wember
ø bobsled-bobsleigh theater! / the meteor ride of italy #7 ...watch the ending very closely!...the meteoric red sled has no brake cables intact...and comes over the finish line speeding atomic hot!...
Season 2011/2012. World Cup. La Plagne Team Simone Bertazzo
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 Joel Dodds
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i would be over the moon if a meteor fell out the sky tonight and landed right on top of tyk precast factory so i can have a lie in tomorrow
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 Ahmed Fawzi
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Did anyone see the Meteor that appeared in the sky tonight? my sister seen it and a friend also seen it and it was around 9:30 when it happened and it was in the direction south of the pyramids and i seen the sky lighten bright because of it but i did not see it. thought first it is lightning but when my sister called me and my friend too i realized that it was a Meteor.
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 Wahyu Radhitya
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Meteor Ready?
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 Shim Kaping
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 Davina Campbell
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does any body have the meteor internet stick?
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 Modern Sonîc Ŧhë Hëdgëhog
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It's your main man Knuckles
And we're in Meteor Herd
You ready to go in space?
Help me get the Emeralds
Took a shuttle to space and left from our home
At least we're with friends and I'm not all alone
Bad thing was that the Emeralds spilled
Gotta search space, man, time to get ill
What's this? Can't fly or climb
I just could float, hope I don't die
Meteors comin' my way, weavin', gotta go straight
Ain't a criminal, crime don't pay
Seen a crazy look, Eggman's face
Don't let it hit you, move
Don't let it hit you, move
Don't let it hit you, move, move
Don't let it hit you, move
Don't let it get your groove
Don't let it get your groove
Don't let it get your groove, groove
Don't let it get your groove
Don't let it hit you, move
Don't let it hit you, move
Don't let it hit you, move, move
Don't let it hit you, move
Don't let it get your groove
Don't let it get your groove
Don't let it get your groove, groove
Don't let it get your groove
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Peterjay Wember
ø bobsled-bobsleigh theater! / 1980s 1000 pounds of 4-man bobsled rockets out of control and honestly takes off the ground like a defying gravity like an airplane! but then crashes like a meteor!...(this is raw unedited footage of a few prior bobsleds first...be very patient! the cosmonaut-like crash is the last one!...its very worth the wait... just trust me!...i don't share lame bobsled videos!
Chris Lori World Cup Champion survives a horrific bobsled crash in Cervinia Italy.
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