I’m so sick and I have to go to work in a few hours – wtf… blizzard come on! Close work again, I don’t even care if I lose the hours I feel like crap. My life sucks so much, I have no time to do anything between working my full time job, part time job, and going to college I have no time to even have a life. Well, that’s how things go I guess. I was accepted to college in LA so now I need to start working and saving. I’ll live through it – I think.
~Ryan

Napoleon Dyanamite
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Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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Black night laced with lies
Burning, fiery obscured eyes
Shadows rising in the moon light
Dancing before the locked gate
Shrieking in the darkness
Echoing eternally in the abyss

Cataclysmic catastrophe
Darkness inspired insanity

Will the sun rise again?

Cataclysmic catastrophe
Darkness inspired insanity

Introverted justice hides away

Cataclysmic catastrophe
Darkness inspired insanity

As the sky turns crimson red
Harsh words that had been said
Slowly dissipate beneath the sun light
Dawn appears
Rest your fears

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help me name this.

Busy, busy little boy; gathering and hoarding card board boxes and other seemingly arbitrary components. His mother inquired, “Just what are you doing?” – To which he responded, “Building wings so I can fly.” His mother looked down upon her son with the collection off odd items and frowned while she told him, “Dear boy you cannot fly with makeshift wings of cardboard and glue!” The boy ignored her and continued his work, carefully cutting and gluing. Each piece belonged to the puzzle which became more and more evident as it all came together. He tied the wings gently onto his back and around his arms with determination in his eyes. Walking briskly to the large embankment, breathing deeply he looked down. He said, “I will show them all just what you can accomplish by following your dreams!” At which point he jumped down the vertical slope, falling rapidly towards the ground he was not frightened not even a little. Suddenly an enormous surge of wind blew beneath him and carried him gently to the ground, as his feet touched down his mother came out running. She held him close and said, “You’re so lucky you’re alive.” The boy hugged his mother with his makeshift cardboard wings and said, “No mom, anything is possible; anything at all.”