POOL PARTY
A young boy was invited to go to a birthday party. He had never been to a party so he was a little nervous. The young boy stopped by his local store and bought a present and continued on his way towards his friends house. It was a pool party so everybody was in the pool. The young boy was invited to the pool so he put his present on a picnic table and dived right in. The pool was nice and cool on this very hot day. About thirty minutes later, he had the sudden urge to urinate. Not wanting to leave the pool, he decided to just let it go. Nobody would know what he was doing.

The young boy noticed everybody at the pool looking at him. He looked down and saw red coming from his swim shorts. He got scared and started to panic. Suddenly, one of the parents came over and told the boy not to panic. The pool had a special chemical in it to determine the presence of urine.

THE GOOD TIMES VIRUS
One of the most widespread computer virus warnings is the infamous "Good Times Virus." These bogus virus warnings began circulating in the mid-1990s via e-mail and publications. A message with the subject "Good Times" contained an attached file that, if downloaded, would do irreparable damage to one's PC.

Computer experts easily and thoroughly debunked the hoax stating that it was, "deliberate and misinformation spread by a malicious individual or group."

The fact that a real virus can spread via e-mail attachments wasn't proven in 1999 with the appearance of the "Melissa" virus, which was very damaging.

After the "Good Times" virus was proven to be a hoax, many parodies followed. One of which was the "Bad Times" virus. This malicious virus was said to "scratch any CD you tried to play" and "give your ex your new phone number."

KATIE'S HEARTATTACK
There was a group of popular girls at Random Middle School, their names were Becky, Veronica, and Sarah. Sarah was the "leader". There was another girl named Katie who always followed them around, emulating them and watching them from the fringes, hoping to be accepted eventually. The popular girls tolerated her, usually just giggling amongst themselves, but they never spoke to her, and she never approached them directly.

One Thursday during lunch period, Katie was walking down the hall with a pizza toward the girls, and she tripped. The pizza flew out of her hands and landed on Sarah, smearing cheese and grease all over her brand new white shirt. Sarah screamed, but Katie was already gone, mortified that she had spilled pizza on her idol.

The next day, to get revenge for having to go around pizza smeared, Sarah, followed by Becky and Veronica approached Katie. Katie immediately stood and apologised profusely, but Sarah said there was no need. It was only a shirt, and smiled assuringly, then she invited her to a slumber party that weekend, to show there were no hard feelings. Katie accepted eagerly, glad to finally be included in an activity with the girls.


Saturday morning, before Katie was to arrive, they tied a fake horror hand up to the light pullcord in the closet of the attic bedroom of Sarah's house. The girls giggled at their devious plan and Sara grinned, gleefully anticipating her revenge. Katie arrived, and they had dinner, and started telling stories in Sarah's room. Sarah began to tell them how the house they were in was once a serial killers home, and that he used to bring back bodies to the attic and chop them up before getting rid of them.

The girls then dared Katie to go sit in the dark closet for ten seconds. Katie was terrified, but they laughed at her, calling her names like chicken and scardy cat. Eventually she gave in, wanting so much to be accepted, and figuring ten minutes in a closet would be a way to prove herself to her new friends. The girls led her up to the attic and showed her the closet. When she opened the door they shoved her in and locked it behind her. They laughed as she pounded on the door, be

People that know your name,

Can't help but call you!

People that don't,

Want to know you!

The other percent,

Are a bunch of shits!

They wait until you turn your back,

And then they want to know you!

With out you knowing,

They will know what you just said,

...what you ate

...and what you read!

Eventually they will cross your gates!

And like a raging stampede,

Your eyes clash...

And your heart bleeds!

The shit standing beyond you!

While beading eyes,

Bare down on you from all around!

"YES!"..."Are you O.K babes?"

What is their gain!

Why are they here-?

If they don't want to know me!

Just nod and walk away...

I don't think...

You want to hear what I have to say!

Now that our body language is in check,

And before I do something I will regret,

I hug them and turn my head!

1 OF MI POEMS!

Section 1: How You Approach Life and How You Appear To Others
You are a natural diplomat, reasonable, tolerant, fair, always willing to listen to varying viewpoints, and ready to see the other side of an issue. Even if you strongly disagree with someone, you will try to find points of similarity and agreement rather than emphasizing the differences. You often avoid taking an extreme or one-sided stance on anything. You have a strong desire for harmonious and pleasant relationships, and express a spirit of cooperation, compromise, friendship, and fairness. You very much want to be liked and because of your need for approval and acceptance, you are easily influenced by others' opinions, especially when young. You so much want to please that often you will suppress your own intense or unpleasant feelings in order not to offend others. Sometimes your politeness is interpreted as phoniness or wishy-washiness. Find out more with your full-length reading...

Section 2: The Inner You: Your Real Motivation
You are a gambler and an adventurer at heart, one who loves to take risks, to discover and explore new worlds, and to take the untried path rather than the safe, reliable one. You are an independent soul, freedom-loving, and often very restless. You need a lifestyle that provides opportunities for travel, movement, change, and meeting new people. A steady routine which offers much in the way of security but little in the way of space and freedom is odious to you.