If You Were To Create A Soundtrack For Your Life, What Songs Would Be On It?
Mine would be (yes it would be a two album set, not necissarily the order):
Beethoven 1812 Overture
Puff the Magic Dragon – Peter Paul and Mary
Shake Your Booty – KC & The Sunshine Band
Teen Dream – Shaun Cassidy
Super Trouper – Abba
YMCA – Village People
Me and Julio Down By The School Yard – Paul Simon
You Gotta Fight For Your Right To Party – Beastie Boys
Fight The Power – Public Enemy
*** on Feel The Noise – Quiet Riot
Guitars Cadillacs Hillbilly Music – Dwight Yokam
Music of The Night – Andrew Lloyd Webber (original broadway cast version)
Empty Garden – Elton John
Born To Run – Bruce Springsteen
Only Women Bleed – Alice Cooper
Funky Cold Medina – Ton Loc
Comfortably Numb – Pink Floyd
Thief – Our Lady Peace
Father of Mine – Everclear
Drops of Jupiter – Train
Superman – Five For Fighting
In Da Club – 50 Cent
Changes – Tupac
Space Oddity – David Bowie
Thunder Road – Bruce Springsteen
Maria Maria – Santana & Rob Thomas
You Sang To Me – Marc Anthony
What Is The Nuttiest Thing You Have Ever Seen A Religious Person Do?
I’m not saying all religous people are crazy so don’t take it that way but some of them sure do some weird things…..
For example when I was in high school on the last day we had our senior trip. For our first stop we went to a magic show. The hypnotist had about 5 volunteers from our class go up on stage and he made them do funny things. This one christian guy in my class totally lost it at that point. He stood up and interrupted the show and start talking in tounges say “don’t you try to shush the lord” over and over again. My friend who is mormon was sitting next to me thought the guy speaking in tongue was possesed by the devil. A few other Christians were in total agreement about what the guy speaking in toungues did. One of them said “its about time somebody said something.” It was such a bizzare experience and I’ll never forget that night. Does anybody else have any strange stories to tell?
What Is The Name Of This Book?
there was this book that I read in middle school and i don’t remember the name of it. i remember some info from the book. the stuff that I do remember is that it was about this girl who lives with her parents. Her parents sold potions or some type of magic. In one scene of the book the girl goes over this other person’s house and she gets scared of the microwave. the girl says that she knew what microwaves looked like from a book , but she didn’t know they would be that noisy. well thats all i could remember. if anyone know what book this is can you please tell me. thanks
Magic Mirror Be Careful What You Wish For.?
A lady went to a shop and pass by a mirror she decided to buy it and sell it double what she was paying it for. Well she brings it home well she remembered something and left the mirror.Her daughter showes up from school and reads the back of it and say Mystic mirror just wish. Takes it to here room got in her mom’s nightgown and wished she was 25. That mourning she wakes up in her house and she looks in the mirror she got older over night but the mirror was gone and the past she sold it so she was stuck at age 25.
What Is A Good Romantic/magic/comedy Anime Series?
i have seen sailor moon. inuyasha, shuakugan no shana, , full moon wo sagashite, kamikaze kaitou jeanne, fruits basket, and ohran high school host club.
Need Help Decideing What Genre These Children’s Books Fit In..?
The choices: Folklore, Modern Fantasy, Contemporary Realistic Fiction, Historical Fiction, Biography, Non-fiction and Picture books
The books are:
A) From Head to Toe by Eric Carle
B) If you take a Mouse a Cookie
C) The Magic School Bus
D) Manana Iguana
E) The Great Kopak Tree
F) Flotsam
G) Little Quack’s New Friend
H) How do Dinosaurs eat their food
I) A Bad Case of Stripes
J) Diary of a Worm
K) My Friend Bear
L) Goldie and the three bears
M) Cook-a-Doodle Do
Thanks and if u dont know them all just answer as many as u can thanks!
This Is Part Of A Book I’m Writing, What Do You Think?
I’m only fifteen, and I’m still learning.
Any constructive criticism is appreciated 
**Please, DONT steal my work. Use your own brain.
Also there may be spots that say ” I ”
Those are originally in italics.
This is about the second chapter, so it may be a little confusing. But bear with me
The car screeched around the corner, and Ayla froze at the crosswalk. Maybe they were drunk or high on something. Or maybe they were just running late, but whatever there excuse they didn’t see her. Her mind screamed at her to run, or just to do something, but here body couldn’t.
They weren’t stopping. They’re going to hit me, she realized. Ayla’s heart thudded in her chest, as the car sped closer, an incoming death.
Her whole body tingled, lightening shot through her. The Avalon raced toward her like an arrow. She squeezed her eyes shut, and braced herself. But the impact never came.
The scent of exhaust burned her nose, and caused Ayla to open her eyes. Startled to see the underside of a car, she jolted and sat up. Luckily the car drove forward as she did, saving her from a nasty bump on the head. That car… it was going to hit me… I should be dead. She thought over and over, seeing the image of the car racing towards her.
“Oh my gosh!” And a thudding of feet on the asphalt brought a person into her view. “Are you ok? Did you get hit? What happened? The young man was frantic.
Black fuzzed around her vision, and Ayla swayed.
“Somebody help! I think she was hit!” His voice sounded distant, then more rushing of feet.
She couldn’t concentrate. Everything lacked clarity, it felt like a dream. More bodies appeared in front of her. Concerned brown eyes stared into her silver ones. Their lips formed a question.
Ayla wanted to tell them that she was fine, just tired, But her head was heavy. And the world, it kept spinning. She was so dizzy.
She finally managed in a mumble “Just tired…,” before she let the blackness roll over her. A welcome sleep.
She was being cradled in someone’s arms. Panic and fear filled the atmosphere. Ayla felt small, and was wrapped in warm blankets. Voices cried out, but Ayla could not understand them. Crying rang in her ears. It took a moment before she realized it was her. Why am I crying? She was utterly confused, what’s going on? It was a dream, she realized. It had the feel, but still felt more vivid then her normal dreams. That could have been due to her extreme exhaustion, or perhaps it was a fever dream. .Usually her dreams didn’t make sense at all – things like riding the magic school bus to a desert house at the bottom of the ocean, and finding her fifth grade teacher as a zombie. This dream, though… it felt familiar in a way. Maybe it was based on a movie she’d seen.
Things around her were pure chaos. Things were exploding, and she was disturbed by the noises. The woman, who carried Ayla looked down at her burden, shushing her with friendly hazel eyes.
Kristy had to get Ayla out of the hospital before she broke something important. Plus, antiseptic smell was making her head hurt. Ayla laid restlessly twitching, and obviously not having a peaceful sleep. This was causing her to fly out of out of control. Due to Ayla’s dominant blood line, Kristy-also of strong blood- was struggling to keep her from braking hospital equipment-or people.
Then finally the nurse came bustling in, and Kristy stood up.
“I would like to take my daughter home now” She said, putting emphasize on the now.
The red headed nurse frowned, “I don’t think that would be wise. We’d like to wait until she wakes up to question her.”
“There is no concussion, no broken bones or bruises, not even a scratch to suggest she may have been hit by a car or anything else for that matter. Am I correct?”
“Well yes but-“
“Then I’d like to take her home,” Kristy interrupted, impatiently. Which was uncharacteristic for her, but the smell and effort of controlling Ayla along with her stress had drained any patience. She needed to get them both out of there before she herself fainted from Power Overexertion.
Sighing the nurse said she’d go fetch the doctor. As Kristy waited she drummed her fingers on the table, listened to the ticking of the clock and the sounds of Ayla moving on the bed.
She had small beads of sweat on her forehead when at long last the Doctor walked in. He tried as the nurse had-unsuccessfully- to convince Kristy to leave Ayla at the hospital. She promised she’d bring her back in at the smallest sign of a problem. The nurse wheeled a groggy Ayla out to the car, and together the two women hauled her in.
Ayla was still disoriented, so Kristy let her be. The drive home was long with the continuing battle over Ayla’s powers. She decided as soon as Ayla was well, she’d tell her what she was. Or at least what she needed to know
