Hi everyone... If you scroll down, I doubt there will be much that strikes your interest.... Meh, I will add the questionare when I have the time and inspiration... Until then... well...
Anyways... I'm sitting/ was sitting in Precalculus, as it is the slowest most boring, simple, mathematics class I've ever taken, and I wrote a crappy little poem. Because it's lunchtime and I don't have much else to do, I think I'll copy it here....

*stemmed from English class, jsyk*
AND I DON'T TALK LIKE THIS! Exc. perhaps when I feel like being silly...

An MC's Ode to Snow White... or otherwise, Untitled.

Yo dere, Snow, ya got no flow.
Yer men were tiny; bend down low.
Kicked ya to the curb, said you gotta go.
Needles took yer pain, made ya feel so-so.
Bit the shining apple, given by a Crow.
Moron! Loco! Can't ya see it glow?
Hell with dignity! You turned "Hey Hoe."
His eyes were sparkling, you said "Hello."
Ya saw he was no average Joe.
He saw you were easy, ya mumbled real slow.
Had his fun then letcha go.
Gotta maintain the status quo.
Ya snapped like a string from a mighty tight bow.
You were now yer greatest foe.
Tried to hide it: drown your woe.
Couldn't stop screaming, clawing walls. No.
"This," you said "Was the final blow."
Silver Blade's your friend, you know?
Your last chance, you knew you wouldn't blow.
Now yer buried down the fifth row.
Labeled you, just another Jane Roe.
Sounds kinda like a story from Poe.
Yours is the spot where no flowers grow.
There is where no mourners go.
Yo dere, Snow, ya got no more flow...

Fin

What do you think?
There is an illustration to this, and I'll probably get it up here eventually.... eventually being the key word...