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insideabunker · 6 years

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The Games: Chapter 1

Inspired by this year’s USWNT Gold Medal victory. An Olympic Hockey AU where Clarke is the Captain of the U.S. Women’s National team and Lexa is the new star goalie for team Canada.

“Ow! Shit!” Clarke grimaced as the team trainer, Eric Jackson, wound a roll of plastic wrap around the ice bag shrouding her knee.

“Is the pain worse than normal?” The young man paused, peering suspiciously at the sweaty, miserable woman seated in front of him. Clarke Griffin was not a model patient per se. No one could accuse her of being a prima donna when it came to the bumps and bruises typical of a hockey player, but then again, she was never one to admit to an injury either. The latter fact worried the trainer much more than the former.

She shook her head, jaw clenched. "No. The ice is just cold is all."

Clarke closed her eyes. Refusing to acknowledge the throbbing in her knee, she resigned herself to suffer through the uncomfortable rehabilitation measure in silence.

"Clarke, playing through an injury is a young woman's game. You've been at this for eight years now. You need to start being more cautious."

Jackson avoided his patient's gaze, though he could feel her withering gaze. He heard her sigh and felt her shift uncomfortably as he adjusted the binding around her leg.

"I promise I'm fine. It's just a little overuse pain. I swear I'd tell you if I thought I'd re-injured it."

Jackson stared down at the star athlete discerningly, weighing the truthfulness of her statement. One eyebrow rose, and he squinted skeptically.

"You promise?"

"Promise."

"Good," he nodded as he finished wrapping her leg, "because you can't lead a team from the bench, Captain Griffin."

Clarke growled, bright blue eyes rolling at the always gregarious gentleman.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Coach Kane hasn't announced anything yet."

Jackson smirked, looking like the cat that ate the canary.

"Come on Griffin; you're a shoe-in. 2014 NCHC Player of the Year. 2014 NCHC scoring champion, four First Team All-American selections, Bob Allen award recipient, five-time IIHF Women's World Championship medalist..."

He paused wiggling his eyebrows, "four of those medals being gold. Plus, you're a two-time Olympic veteran, and..."

"And the slowest person from red line to red line, the second oldest by two years and the only person on this team to miss a full season of play due to injury. Kane is as likely to cut me as he is to pin a C on me."

Clarke finished the statement for him, looking discouragingly at her ice wrapped knee. She heaved herself off the bench, groaning as she stood and made her way towards the training room door. Jackson grabbed his medical supply bag, following hot on her heels, undeterred in his enthusiasm.

"You bounced back from what would probably have been a career-ending injury for anyone else. You've dedicated yourself to this team beyond what any reasonable person would expect of you, and you've become a role model for every woman in this organization, not to mention countless young girls out there. Stop being modest. Nobody deserves that C more than you do. Coach Kane would be crazy not to give it to you."

Clarke continued down the hall towards the locker room, doing her best to cover her discomfort as she walked.

"Raven is just as talented, and she didn't miss the last IIHF appearance."

"Raven is a phenomenal player, but she's not a leader."

Clarke shot Jackson an annoyed glare, her objection to the statement evident.

"You're selling her short."

Jackson sighed. "Okay, I agree that Raven has leadership qualities, but they are unrefined. She's impulsive, and frankly, a little immature. I'm sure she'd make a good captain, one day. Right now though, everyone is looking to you for leadership. You know it, I know it, and I'm telling you, Coach Kane knows it as well.

The two burst through the swinging doors that separated the women's locker room from the main hall and immediately descended into a scene of utter chaos. Balled up wads of stick tape were being tossed back and forth in every direction and jets of icy cold liquid flew through the air, showering anyone within range.

"Take it back!"

Raven ducked, dodging an errant tape ball that had just been hurled her way and immediately retaliated by blasting her attacker, an already soaked Octavia, with spray from her water bottle.

"I take nothing back!"

Raven snatched her goalie stick off the floor and used it to deflect another tape ball. The trash bounced directly into the annoyed face of Harper McIntyre, one of the team's defenseman.

"Your brother is a first class hottie with a rockin' bod, Octavia. End of story."

Raven grinned maniacally at the younger girl. "Just out of curiosity, is Bellamy packing a pistol or a shotgun when it comes to his... You know."

She pointed towards her lower torso and winked, her merriment only increasing as she watched the rookie winger's face turn from pale pink to bright red.

Clarke rolled her eyes at the scene. Teasing Octavia about her brother, Bellamy, the team's new assistant coach had become Raven's favorite pastime as of late. The game always seemed to escalate into pandemonium if Clarke wasn't there to play mediator.

"On second thought, maybe I should just ask him myself."

"Ugh! You're so gross!" Octavia grabbed a loose piece of locker room debris and lobbed it at Raven contemptuously. Before the wadded-up garbage could find purchase, it was snatched out of the air by a furious looking Marcus Kane.

"Care to try again?"

All revelries immediately ceased. As the realization of just how unamused Coach Kane looked dawned on the ladies, a dead silence fell over the room. The women hurried to compose themselves, each one scrambling to resume their place in front of their ordained lockers. A moment later, only Jackson and Clarke were left standing in the middle of the floor.

"Are you waiting for an invitation, Miss Griffin?" Coach Kane eyed the veteran forward, frowning as he waited for her to take the hint.

"No, sir." Clarke hustled to her locker, taking great care not to betray any hint of her limp as she moved.

As soon as she took a seat, Kane turned to Jackson, clearing his throat.

"Mr. Jackson, if you wouldn't mind making yourself scarce for a moment, I need a word with my team."

Jackson nodded, hurrying back through the swinging doors, in no hurry to be on the receiving end of a Marcus Kane telling off. The moment he was gone Kane's expression turned deadly serious.

"The walls have ears, ladies."

He folded his arms behind his back and began pacing slowly down the rows of lockers, eyeballing each player sternly.

"Nowhere is that truer than at the Olympic level. When you ladies put on a Team USA jersey and step into the international spotlight, you do so as ambassadors of your home nation and role models to young women everywhere."

He turned, marching back in the other direction.

"One misconstrued comment, one joke taken out of context, and you besmirch the character of this team, and erode the good name of female athletes the world over."

He paused, shooting an annoyed glare at Raven Reyes, the team's starting goalie.

"Lewd and lascivious comments regarding teammates, coaches, and staff are unacceptable, and will not be tolerated. Such behavior detracts from the esprit de corps we have worked so hard to cultivate, to say nothing of creating a climate of sexual misconduct that is beneath the dignity of this program."

Kane paced back to the middle of the locker room floor, placing his hands on his hips as he surveyed the room.

"There exists no greater joy in life than making the game you love your profession, and make no mistake ladies, playing for Team USA is a profession.”

Kane stressed the last word, adding an extra sense of gravity to it.

"This arena is a workplace, and while you are here, you will conduct yourselves in a professional, respectful manner befitting the prestige of Team USA Hockey. Which means..."

He swung his arms in front of him, rolling back on his heels as he crossed them over his chest.

"Check the grab ass at the door and save the details of your exploits for after hours."

He shot Raven, who was now staring at her feet bashfully, another stern glance. Satisfied that he had made himself clear, Kane uncrossed his arms and began stomping off towards the coach's suite. He paused as he passed Clarke, lingering just long enough to place a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"My office, Griffin. Five minutes."

As soon as he'd left the locker room, the air filled with murmuring. Clarke could hear fragmented bits of conversation, words like "cut" and "retired," though she did her best to ignore them as she pulled on her sweats. A moment later, a shameful Raven extended a hand to her, helping her up from the bench.

"He could be making you captain."

"He could be sending me home."

"He's not.

Clarke stared at Raven, once her rival, now her oldest friend on the team. She felt a pang of nostalgic as she remembered their first season together, nearly a decade ago. Those days seemed like another lifetime now, a lifetime in which being too old or too slow would never become a reality. Those had been the best years of Clarke's life, and whatever fate awaited her in Coach Kane's office, she was determined to remain stoic.

"Guess we're about to find out."

Without another word, she zipped up her hoodie and exited the locker room, afraid if she lingered her emotions would get the better of her. Clarke's mind shifted into autopilot as she drifted down the long hallway toward the stairs that lead to the coach's suite. Her heart beat faster as she climbed upwards. Her palms sweated. Her ears buzzed with white noise. Her body trembled with the kind of nervous energy that was precipitated only by life-changing moments such as this one.

She barely registered passing through the small waiting area and into the back until her hand had wrapped around the polished knob on the entrance to Kane's office. Suddenly, all Clarke could do was stare at the placard on the door.

"Marcus D. Kane - Head Coach”

Clarke remembered the staring at a similar placard years ago, one tacked to a rickety wooden door in an ice rink in Bemidji, Minnesota. Back then, she'd felt like a tiny child cowering in front of the principal's office on her first day at a new school. Eight years later, she and the grizzled head coach had built a comfortable rapport, a relationship grounded in mutual respect and admiration. That fact didn't stop her from feeling anything but apprehensive every time she walked through the door of his office.

Clarke remained frozen, unable to get air into her lungs or move her hand. She reckoned at least three minutes passed before she was able to regain her composure.

"Have some courage," she thought, critical of her timidity. "Take a breath, go in there and see what's going on."

Finally, she turned the handle, opened the door, and found herself staring directly into the piercing gaze of Marcus Kane.

"Have a seat, Clarke."

Coach Kane gestured to the spare chain on the other side of his immaculately kept desk.

Her nerves getting the better of her, Clarke crossed the room slowly. She lowered herself into the chair as though it were a bed of nails; her hands clenched around armrests, her knuckles white.

"You wanted to talk to me, Coach?"

Kane pressed the tips of his fingers together in front of his face, creating a steeply. He flexed them a few times before reaching for a small framed photograph on his desk, pushing it towards her.

"Remember this?"

Clarke stared at the scrawny blond teenager in the photograph, grinning like a maniac as she and a taller, olive-skinned girl waved tiny American flags from the cheap seats of a second-rate airline. An annoyed Coach Kane looked on in mock embarrassment.

"Of course I do. That was the day we left for Vancouver."

He nodded. "Your first Olympics. You were the youngest player I'd ever selected; barely old enough to vote, let alone represent your country on the global stage."

Clarke nodded, running her fingers over the glass. "I kept thinking you were going to change your mind."

"I almost did.”

Marcus held out his hand for the photograph and gave it a wistful look before placing back on the desk.

"Twice. The second time was right before the games. The board tried to convince me that taking someone so young would be a disaster."

"And the first?"

Kane hesitated, considering the question carefully.

"It was when I read the player profile the Olympic scouts sent me about you. I took one look at your height and weight, and I almost discarded it right then and there. I remember thinking that nobody your size could ever complete at such a high level."

Forever sensitive about her stature, the blonde tried not to be offended by his comment.

"What changed your mind?"

"Just before I closed your file, I saw where you came from."

"What is that? Some weird form of nepotism?"

Clarke furrowed her brow, skeptical that her always pragmatic coach would have considered her solely based on their mutual hometown.

Kane leaned over towards her, resting on his forearms.

"Did you know that no U.S. Olympic hockey team has ever won gold without a player from Warroad, Minnesota on the roster?"

"Is that true?"

He nodded. "You come from one of the oldest and strongest hockey traditions in the world, Clarke. As soon as I saw that you came from Warroad, I knew exactly the kind of player you were; unselfish, dedicated, indomitable. The type of skater who earns her spot, over and over again, every day. I spend years trying to teach players that kind of hockey, but you... I never had to teach you. You were born into that tradition."

Kane's face finally lost some of its intensity.

"And if I hadn't been convinced to give you a look at that, I certainly would have been after I realized who your dad was."

The mention of her late father, Kane's former high school teammate, stirred conflicting emotions in Clarke. Once upon a time, her memories of Jake had all been images of him teaching to shoot pucks in their driveway, or cheering her on during games. In the year since his death, new memories had begun to eclipse her time with him; memories of an empty spot in the stands, and of a house that had stopped feeling like home after his death.

"He'd be so proud of everything you've accomplished, Clarke. I hope you know that."

She smiled, blushing a little as she stared at her feet. "I know."

An awkward silence permeated the room as the two waited for the ghost of Jake to dissipate. Finally, Kane leaned back in his chair, his face emotionless.

"The hardest part of my job is telling players when their time is up."

Clarke's jaw clenched, her head remaining down, unable to look her coach in the eyes. Every muscle in her body tensed as she prepared for the crushing blow he was about to deliver.

"Eight years ago I took a chance on a scrawny kid from Northern Minnesota, and in eight years I haven't spent a single second regretting that decision. You are, without a doubt, the hardest-working player I've ever had the privilege of coaching. You are talented beyond question and selfless to a fault. You've given more to this team than any coach could ever ask of a player, and you have done so enthusiastically and without complaint. When you tore your ACL, I worried that you might never put on skates again, let alone play another period of hockey. You proved me wrong. You battled back. You worked harder than ever to rehabilitate yourself. You learned to adapt, and reinvented the way you played the game. But..."

Clarke's eye screwed shut, and her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach.

"I can't ignore the fact that you've slowed down. You still have better on-ice vision, and a quicker stick than just about any player out there but, speed-wise, your metrics are down across the board."

Kane paused, staring across the desk at the player who he'd come to consider a kind of surrogate daughter.

"Clarke, please, look at me."

It required every ounce of her determination for Clarke to raise her head. She clenched her bottom lip between her teeth, determined not to burst into tears.

"I think you and I both know that this will be your last Olympics."

It took more than a moment to process the statement, but when the weight of Kane's words finally dawned on her, Clarke's breath caught in her throat.

"Wait. If this is my last Olympics, then you're not.."

The corners of Kane's mouth twisted upward almost imperceptibly. It barely qualified, but it was a smile if you looked carefully.

"I need a leader, Griffin."

He fished something out of his pocket and, keeping it covered with his hand, slowly slid the item across the desk.

"No U.S. Olympic hockey team has ever won gold without a player from Warroad, Minnesota on the roster."

With that, Kane turned his hand over, revealing its contents. There, clutched reverentially in his palm, was a captain's C.

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massielandnetwork · 3 years

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Thriving in an Economic Bubble during Anarchy

12. The Christian Succession – A Tipping Point?

The official results of the November “election” set our country on course to intense crises which are becoming increasingly obvious. To those of us that understand how the American economy works the official results were especially agonizing because we realized the horrendous outcome ahead. In his book entitled “Tipping Point”, Malcolm Gladwell describes how “overnight successes” result from a focused effort over a long period of time that become visible only when they finally reach their tipping point and “succeed”. Some of his examples took 20 years to “arrive”.

We saw an example of that on Sunday, August 15 when Afghanistan fell to the Taliban led by a muslim terrorist Obama released from Guantanamo Bay prison six years ago. I am not sure which one is laughing at Americans more, the muslim terrorists or Obama. What the fall of Afghanistan revealed about the Demented Marxists (DMs) is a singularly important milestone.

Another singularly important milestone was disclosed on Wednesday, August 18, when the minutes of the July meeting of The Fed revealed a high likelihood that in September, they may announce the tapering of Quantitative Easing (QE) starting the end of this year. QE is The Fed buying our government debt and mortgages to stimulate our economy by forcing interest rates to be low. Tapering the QE will result in higher interest rates especially mortgages.

Business prospers when there is certainty but since March 2020 the business community has faced a constant steam of crises. One can trace these crises to our leaders who thought that prosperity and world peace would come from shipping American manufacturing to China. Cheered by PhD’s and other “experts” who had no real-world experience, they eliminated our manufacturing base with no regard for destroying middle class jobs or our becoming dependent on a self-proclaimed enemy. The investment bankers that hollowed out America probably made huge contributions to those politicians. President Xi of China must belly laugh when he thinks about America, his vassal, pursuing self-destruction. Trump was reversing that self destruction.

The Johnson Report in 2020 established that Biden and many of our elected and appointed officials became wealthy on government salaries by catering to the Chinese. The Chinese bought influence with our colleges and universities via Confucius Centers and other “contributions”. Is selling our country to our enemy treason? Fauci used American taxpayer dollars to fund the Wuhan Bioweapon lab and the “gain of function” research into the bat virus thus paying the Chinese to build their bioweapon they unleashed in 2019. Did he buy stock in the vaccine companies? Why is he still a U. S. government employee? Do we have a shortage of traitors so we keep them? Perhaps we have a surplus so we could send some to China.

It is critical to understand how the singularly important events listed above will impact the American economy and therefore the land market. Capitalism allocates scarce resources by price. A major factor in that allocation process is the cost of money called interest rates. The Fed has been buying 10-year Treasuries because that interest rate is the base on which mortgages are calculated. New housing construction influences activity in about one-third of the total economy. That is huge and why The Fed uses new homes construction to revive our economy. The spread between mortgage rates and the 10-year Treasury is normally about 1.5% per annum so if the 10-year Treasury is at 3% then mortgages will be at least 4.5%, perhaps higher if interest rates are rising.

The impact of mortgage rates is easiest to see in the housing market but the impact is the same across all real estate. In this illustration we will only focus on the interest component of a monthly home loan. If a homebuyer can afford to pay $1,000 per month ($12,000 per year) in interest for a home.

a. At a mortgage interest rate of 3%, our homebuyer can borrow $400,000.

b. But if mortgage interest rates increase to 4% our home buyer can borrow $300,000.

c. That is a reduction of 25% in buying power.

d. The result is the home buyer either buys a smaller home or continues to rent until they can afford to pay $16,000 per year for that $400,000 home and the market slows.

Now factor in that the artificially low interest rates have caused home prices to soar and construction costs to soar (the market was allocating scarce resources). Based on exploding sales, homebuilders have made commitments for land, material, and staff to meet a superheated demand. What happens when demand falls because interest rates have risen taking some of the potential homebuyers out of the market? PAIN.

That pain is shared across the board of the homebuilding industry including lot prices. A reduction in lot prices will mean the value of land that can be developed into residential lots also will decline. Now multiply this across the entire real estate market distorted by the pandemic shutdown. We have just defined a TOTALLY UGLY real estate market.

The historic response of the Fed to an ugly real estate market is to reduce interest rates to stimulate demand. But QE and how the federal government has piled stimulus bills on top of stimulus bills has resulted in rising inflation and massive increases in our national debt. Per one analysis at today’s historic low interest rates the annual cost to service our national debt is approximately $500 Bn. If The Fed raises interest rates to an historically normal level, the cost of servicing the debt triples to an estimated 1.5 Tn. If our economy GDP is $22 Tn and historically the federal rate receipts are 20% of the GDP, then the nation revenue will be $4.4 Tn.

But Congress has not balanced the federal budget with $4.4 Tn revenue and $500 Bn in interest expense. What programs will get cut $1 Tn to balance the budget at normal interest rates? The DMs response is that Modern Monetary Theory says that the amount of national debt does not matter. Reality is that this is the same group of academics and idiots just lost Afghanistan, gave our self-proclaimed enemy massive amounts of weapons paid for by the American Taxpayers, not to mention a new base for terrorism against us, subjugated millions of Afghanis to the rule of thugs, and cannot figure out how to get Americans out of harm’s way so they are going to abandon them. Is there anything in this paragraph that gives you confidence in Biden or the DMs in Congress and our bureaucracy regarding their opinion on anything?

Remember my joke two weeks ago about the two truckers, Bob and Billy, with Bob waking up Billy because Billy “ain’t never seen a wreck like this one”. You need to wake up Billy because the highest probability is the next several years will be an historic economic period that will be the topic of many future history and economic PhD dissertations. This wreck will be epic.

Now let us add to this equation the debacle in Afghanistan. Biden and the Elites/DMs running our country have just confirmed that they only care about themselves. They got wealthy shipping our manufacturing base to China, making us dependent on OPEC oil, obtaining campaign contributions to their PACs from groups “Paying so they could Play” in China, not to mention financial benefits given to their spouses and family members. To the Biden and the Elites/DM, we American taxpayers are peasants, expendable like the folks in Afghanistan.

Now that the world including the Chinese who own Biden and the DMs have proof including the Joint Chiefs of Staff and Secretary of Defense are all totally incompetent (in a capable organization they would already have been fired), China invading Taiwan is a high probability.

Never fear, guided by their Saul Alinsky/ Rahm Emanuel mantra the DMs continue their “Never waste a crisis” campaign driving us towards higher energy cost, unreliable electricity, higher taxes, “Social Justice” garbage, teaching our children CRT propaganda rather than reading writing and arithmetic, telling all whites they are racist, forcing vaccinations, et al.

What is so frustrating that Trump had us on the right economic path because he cared about every American. The DMs used their propaganda mill called the news media and their Obama appointed traitors in the government bureaucracy to steal the election so that they could regain control. Now we get to pay the price – inflation because of the stimulus funded by debt and higher interest rates which will give us a stagnant economy (called Stagflation).

Fortunately, God is in control and empowering the Patriots who are demanding forensic audits of the 2020 elections and all future elections to ensure they are honest. The Cyber Symposium in Sioux Falls last week released a “silver bullet”, that spurred many of the attendees from 47 states to form a group of state legislators to push for full forensic audits around the country including a lone Virginia Republican, Senator Chase. The next Republican legislator you see, ask them about the contract Virginia has with Unisyn Voting Systems which is owned by a business partner of the Chinese Communist Party according WND News. AuditVA!

Every portfolio should contain some cash but a great piece of land remains The Best investment long term. Capitalism builds wealth, Marxism/Socialism consumes it in self destruction. Pray for honest and forensic audited elections in the USA. Men make plans, but God ALWAYS wins. Stand with God and support the patriots while replacing the Elites/DMs.

“Therefore, take up the whole armor of God, so that you may be able to withstand on that evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm.”

(Ephesians 6:13) New Revised Standard Version, Oxford University Press)

Stay healthy,

Ned

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surveystodestressme · 7 years

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40.

5000 Question Survey Pt. 1

1. Who are you? cierra 2. What are the 3 most important things everyone should know about you? i love animals, i’m 21 years old, i love life 3. When you aren’t filling out 5,000 question surveys like this one what are you doing? working, going to school, or hanging out with jack 4. List your classes in school from the ones you like the most to the ones you like the least (or if you are out of school, think of the classes you did like and didn’t like at the time). i’m only taking one right now and i like it okay i guess, it’s anatomy & physiology 5. What is your biggest goal for this year? to pass this class with a decent grade

6. Where do you want to be in 5 years? out of school, living somewhere other than illinois with an amazing job, having a wonderful house with jack and just being overall happy 7. What stage of life are you in right now? i’m trying to finish school so i can start my career 8. Are you more child-like or childish? a little bit of both 9. What is the last thing you said out loud? i don’t remember 10. What song comes closest to how you feel about your life right now? idk 11. Have you ever taken martial arts classes? i wish 12. Does your life tend to get better or worse or does it just stay the same? it’s pretty much the same 13. Does time really heal all wounds? i think so 14. How do you handle a rainy day? i try to stay in as much as possible 15. Which is worse…losing your luggage or having to sort out tangled holiday lights? losing my luggage definitely. i would panic without my stuff 16. How is your relationship with your parents? Will you miss them when they are gone? yes i will miss them 17. Do you tend to be aware of what is going on around you? usually. 18. What is the truest thing that you know? that i am super bored 19. What did you want to be when you grew up? when i was younger i wanted to be so many different things... a teacher, a fashion designer, a masuse 20. Have you ever been given a second chance? yeah 21. Are you more of a giver or a taker? giver 22. Do you make your decisions with an open heart/mind? yes. 23. What is the most physically painful thing that has ever happened to you? i don’t know. i’ve never had something really that painful happen to me 24. What is the most emotionally painful thing that has ever happened to you? i’ve had my heart crushed more times than i’d like to think of 25. Who have you hugged today? jack, my mother and probably my dad too 26. Who has done something today to show they care about you? jack took good care of me today 27. Do you have a lot to learn? absolutely 28. If you could learn how to do three things just by wishing and not by working what would they be? everything i need to know to be a veterinarian, how to hack computers, and how to cook 29. Which do you remember the longest: what other people say, what other people do or how other people make you feel? what other people say 30. What are the key ingredients to having a good relationship? having truth and understanding. being honest with each other and communication really is key 31. What 3 things do you want to do before you die? move away from illinois, travel across the world, not have to worry about anything 32. What three things would you want to die to avoid doing? idk 33. Is there a cause you believe in more than any other cause? not really 34. What does each decade make you think of: The 19.. 20’s: chaplin 30’s: hitler 40’s: my grandparents 50’s: elvis 60’s: my parents 70’s: discos 80’s: crazy hair and great movies 90’s: memes 2000: lil babies 2010’s: millenials 35. Which decade do you feel the most special connection to and why? 80s 36. What is your favorite oldie/classic rock song? bohemian rhapsody. 37. What country do you live in and who is the leader of that country? If you could say any sentence to the current leader of your country what would it be? USA, i guess Donald Trump??? stop being such an egotistical piece of garbage 38. What’s your favorite TV channel to watch in the middle of the night? i don’t watch tv in the middle of the night 39. What Disney villain are you the most like and why? oh god, i don’t know. scar??? 40. Have you ever been a girl scout/boy scout? yep 41. If you were traveling to another continent would you rather fly or take a boat? take a boat, i’m terrified of flying 42. Why is the sky blue during the day and black at night? the sun??? 43. What does your name mean? i don’t think it means anything 44. Would you rather explore the deeps of the ocean or outer space? outer space!!!!! it’s like my dream 45. Word association What is the first word that comes to mind when you see the word: Air: humidifier Meat: madness Different: quotient Pink: lemonade Deserve: better White: wash Elvis: presley Magic: 8 ball Heart: of hearts Clash: of clans Pulp: orange 46. If you could meet any person in the world who is dead who would you want it to be? martin luther king jr 47. What if you could meet anyone who is alive? morgan freeman 48. Is there a movie that you love so much you could watch it everyday? THE SAW MOVIES 49. You are going to be stuck alone in an elevator for a week. What do you bring to do? lots of books, my laptop considering the battery will last long enough, my phone, my cat, food 50. Have you ever saved someone’s life or had your life saved? yes 51. Make up a definition for the following silly words… Fruitgoogle: a fruit that you can only eat while accessing google Ambytime: time for some ambiance Asscactus: a cactus that grows inside of someone’s anus 52. What was the last thing you made with your own hands? a pillow 53. What was your favorite toy as a child? my baby blankie 54. How many TV’s are in your house? three 55. What is your favorite thing to do outside? go on a walk 56. How do you feel when you see a rainbow? good 57. Have you ever dreamt a dream that came true? yeah 58. Have you ever been to a psychic/tarot reader? i’ve had someone read my palm before 59. What is your idea of paradise? someone where i can relax and not have to worry about responsibilities 60. Do you believe in god and if so what is he/she/it like? no 61. Do you believe in Hell? no 62. What one thing have you done that most people haven’t? i don’t know 63. What is the kindest thing you have ever done? i don’t know 64. Are you a patient person? not at all 65. What holiday should exist but doesn’t? ohhh i don’t know 66. What holiday shouldn’t exist but does? christmas or valentines day 67. What’s the best joke you ever heard? there’s a lot 68. Where is the most fun place you have EVER been? san diego 69. Is your hair natural or dyed? natural for the most part 70. Do you have any deep dark secrets or are you pretty much up front? i’m pretty up front 71. What is under your bed right now? a bunch of junk 72. If you were in the Land of Oz would you want to live there or go home? go home probably 73. If you drive do you frequently speed? yeah i usually do 74. What is the world’s best song to dance to? party rock anthem 75. What song was on the last time you danced with someone? oh idk 76. Do you prefer Disney or Warner Brothers? i like both 77. What is the first animal you would run to see if you went to the zoo? panda. i don’t think i’ve ever seen one in real life. 78. Would you consider yourself to be romantic? i think so 79. If the earth stopped rotating would we all fly off? it definitely wouldn’t be good 80. What is the one thing that you love to do so much that you would make sacrifices to be able to do it? travelling 81. If you (and everyone) had to lose one right or freedom, but you could pick which one everyone had to lose, what would you pick? i wouldn’t want to lose either??? 82. If you had to choose would you live on the equator or at the North Pole? north pole 83. Would you rather give up listening to music or watching television? music 84. What do you think makes someone a hero? doing something good without being asked 85. What cartoon would you like to be a character in? big hero 6 86. Name one thing that turns your stomach: beets 87. What was the last thing you paid for? i bought a pair of pants today 88. Are you a coupon clipper? my mother is but not me 89. Get anything good in the mail recently? i got a coupon lol 90. Which would you rather take as a gym class…dancing, sailing, karate, or bowling? karate!!! 91. In Star Trek people ‘beam’ back and forth between different places. What this means is they stand in a little tube and their molecules are deconstructed and sent to another tube somewhere else where they are reassembled. Only problem is when the molecules are deconstructed the person is dead. When they are put back together it is only a clone that has all the dead person’s memories. So… Is the person who gets beamed the same person on both ends? no, it’s a different person without question 92. What insects are you afraid of? all of them 93. If you could print any phrase on a T-shirt, what would it say? idk 94. What’s the most eccentric thing you have ever worn? i wore a choker once 95. If you could pick one food that you could eat all you wanted but it would have no effect on how much you weigh, what food would it be? fries 96. What are your parents interested in? my mother loves dogs, bowling, tony stewart, and tv shows. my dad loves all sports, video games, and also dogs. 97. Have you ever caught an insect and kept it as a pet? Have you ever caught and tamed a wild animal? nope 98. What is more helpful to you, wishes or plans? plans 99. When do you feel your life energy the strongest? idk 100. You are spending the night alone in the woods and may bring only 3 items with you. What do you bring? a tent, something to make a fire, and something to cook over it

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