Xavier

I was wondering if a you had to pick between someone who dressed well but their scent was sub par or someone who smelled wonderfully but dressed like they were blind. This was mostly directed to women but I realized anyone could answer it.Overall, someone who smelled good or someone who dressed well.

Just curious, after some heavy duty traffic in Miami I saw on most street corners someone carrying a sign asking for money. Of course they had some story, lost job and kids etc. I am just curious to know what others think about them and what they are doing. I view them as atleast trying, trying to support however they can. I also view it as the last option, a desperate move but nonetheless something productive. Now your turn.

Which story has been more annoying? Brett Farve's saga of a comeback or Lebron's decision and overall free agency. I personally say Farve because ive lived in Miami my whole life but it was still way overcovered.

ive been downloading movies and i get them in avi format and then convert them so i can watch them on my ipod. what im wondering is can i delete the avi video cause its taking up space and keep the mpeg video and still watch it like normal?

ive been downloading movies and i get them in avi format and then convert them so i can watch them on my ipod. what im wondering is can i delete the avi video cause its taking up space and keep the mpeg video and still watch it like normal?

i wanted to play it and installed it and entered it but its to short and this is the one i have on the case. What do i do?

Stupid question but im trying to decide with my friend which one is better. i like grr since it sounds like gir from invader zim

i have to write this essay for my english class and well i dont like it but my friends do so i want some more opinions. it was supposed to be on the first time i listened to music but i got off topic since i just typed literraly for an hour and didnt think so i dont really know what its about. so please be honest and if you can try to come up with a title cus im not really sure of mine.

Life's Soundtrack

As the notes filled my ears with wonder I could feel nothing more than the ecstasy I was in. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered. I could die right now and I would not care, the world became euphoric. At that time I could feel nothing more than the shadows that covered the beauty of my heart. But the music I heard inspired me in such a way that no one else could understand the way I felt or would ever feel. I was beautiful, the world was beautiful, and nothing else could possibly be as beautiful as the way I feel. Then world got quiet, I got quiet, and everything in me simply stopped. This is the first time I can say that I truly heard music.

It was on the day of our 5th grade trip and I all I can remember were tiny fragments except for the first moment I put on my headphones and pressed play on my yellow CD player, which after that became my pride and joy. The album playing was “By The Way” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers and each song became instantly imprinted into my memory after each lyric was sung and after the last song finished, I knew what was missing from my hollow life. It felt like it was a whole new world and I finally opened my eyes and just stepped into this fantasy wonderland and everything else around me lost its importance while I got lost in its trance.

It was a feeling that just took everything that was wrong, messed up, confusing, and painful inside of me and transformed it into something that I knew for the first time was right. The pain was still there but I found a way to just keep in check so that no one else would have to ask me these dreadful questions that butchered my ears and brought me so much pain every time I heard “Are you OK?” and “Do you wanna talk?” I knew that there was something wrong but to everyone else I just seemed like another quiet kid who just didn't have friends and maybe I was, I honestly don't even know. I felt as long as I had music to keep myself from the self-destruct button, that I would find some form of happiness no matter how little it was. Music to me wasn't just a form of relief, it was a way for me to express something anything maybe not to other people but to myself so that I knew I had some type of feeling and that I was even remotely normal. I clung to music as if it was this life raft and was the key for me to make it in this world and it worked. It kept me dry till one day a hurricane came and almost drowned me and in this violent raging storm and I lost my way. I stopped following the music and I guess somewhere along the line I took the red pill and fell into this horrible hellhole and went too far down the rabbits hole. Here in this world I realized that music wasn't going to be able to be my life raft so I clung to something, what some consider dark and fed off this darkness. This darkness, like my music, had this mystical trance that kept me under its spell until one day I finally woke up and had no clue no who I was or what I had become.

I looked around and found the music that I once loved and cared for so deeply and suddenly I realized that the storm had passed and, no matter how I survived, I was grateful that I did. I flipped over the once forgotten lifeboat and just continued to stroll along. As the days, weeks, months, and years went on that I talked and gained new friends, I found that my life boat was becoming less and less needed as people were finally starting to accept me for me. The darkness and pain are still there, locked up deep inside where no one can hear there violent screams but now I know that I have more than just my music and lifeboat because when another storm comes, I have others who can help me survive.

i have to write this essay for my english class and well i dont like it but my friends do so i want some more opinions. it was supposed to be on the first time i listened to music but i got off topic since i just typed literraly for an hour and didnt think so i dont really know what its about. so please be honest and if you can try to come up with a title cus im not really sure of mine.

Life's Soundtrack

As the notes filled my ears with wonder I could feel nothing more than the ecstasy I was in. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered. I could die right now and I would not care, the world became euphoric. At that time I could feel nothing more than the shadows that covered the beauty of my heart. But the music I heard inspired me in such a way that no one else could understand the way I felt or would ever feel. I was beautiful, the world was beautiful, and nothing else could possibly be as beautiful as the way I feel. Then world got quiet, I got quiet, and everything in me simply stopped. This is the first time I can say that I truly heard music.

It was on the day of our 5th grade trip and I all I can remember were tiny fragments except for the first moment I put on my headphones and pressed play on my yellow CD player, which after that became my pride and joy. The album playing was “By The Way” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers and each song became instantly imprinted into my memory after each lyric was sung and after the last song finished, I knew what was missing from my hollow life. It felt like it was a whole new world and I finally opened my eyes and just stepped into this fantasy wonderland and everything else around me lost its importance while I got lost in its trance.

It was a feeling that just took everything that was wrong, messed up, confusing, and painful inside of me and transformed it into something that I knew for the first time was right. The pain was still there but I found a way to just keep in check so that no one else would have to ask me these dreadful questions that butchered my ears and brought me so much pain every time I heard “Are you OK?” and “Do you wanna talk?” I knew that there was something wrong but to everyone else I just seemed like another quiet kid who just didn't have friends and maybe I was, I honestly don't even know. I felt as long as I had music to keep myself from the self-destruct button, that I would find some form of happiness no matter how little it was. Music to me wasn't just a form of relief, it was a way for me to express something anything maybe not to other people but to myself so that I knew I had some type of feeling and that I was even remotely normal. I clung to music as if it was this life raft and was the key for me to make it in this world and it worked. It kept me dry till one day a hurricane came and almost drowned me and in this violent raging storm and I lost my way. I stopped following the music and I guess somewhere along the line I took the red pill and fell into this horrible hellhole and went too far down the rabbits hole. Here in this world I realized that music wasn't going to be able to be my life raft so I clung to something, what some consider dark and fed off this darkness. This darkness, like my music, had this mystical trance that kept me under its spell until one day I finally woke up and had no clue no who I was or what I had become.

I looked around and found the music that I once loved and cared for so deeply and suddenly I realized that the storm had passed and, no matter how I survived, I was grateful that I did. I flipped over the once forgotten lifeboat and just continued to stroll along. As the days, weeks, months, and years went on that I talked and gained new friends, I found that my life boat was becoming less and less needed as people were finally starting to accept me for me. The darkness and pain are still there, locked up deep inside where no one can hear there violent screams but now I know that I have more than just my music and lifeboat because when another storm comes, I have others who can help me survive.

i have to write this essay for my english class and well i dont like it but my friends do so i want some more opinions. it was supposed to be on the first time i listened to music but i got off topic since i just typed literraly for an hour and didnt think so i dont really know what its about. so please be honest and if you can try to come up with a title cus im not really sure of mine.

Life's Soundtrack

As the notes filled my ears with wonder I could feel nothing more than the ecstasy I was in. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered. I could die right now and I would not care, the world became euphoric. At that time I could feel nothing more than the shadows that covered the beauty of my heart. But the music I heard inspired me in such a way that no one else could understand the way I felt or would ever feel. I was beautiful, the world was beautiful, and nothing else could possibly be as beautiful as the way I feel. Then world got quiet, I got quiet, and everything in me simply stopped. This is the first time I can say that I truly heard music.

It was on the day of our 5th grade trip and I all I can remember were tiny fragments except for the first moment I put on my headphones and pressed play on my yellow CD player, which after that became my pride and joy. The album playing was “By The Way” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers and each song became instantly imprinted into my memory after each lyric was sung and after the last song finished, I knew what was missing from my hollow life. It felt like it was a whole new world and I finally opened my eyes and just stepped into this fantasy wonderland and everything else around me lost its importance while I got lost in its trance.

It was a feeling that just took everything that was wrong, messed up, confusing, and painful inside of me and transformed it into something that I knew for the first time was right. The pain was still there but I found a way to just keep in check so that no one else would have to ask me these dreadful questions that butchered my ears and brought me so much pain every time I heard “Are you OK?” and “Do you wanna talk?” I knew that there was something wrong but to everyone else I just seemed like another quiet kid who just didn't have friends and maybe I was, I honestly don't even know. I felt as long as I had music to keep myself from the self-destruct button, that I would find some form of happiness no matter how little it was. Music to me wasn't just a form of relief, it was a way for me to express something anything maybe not to other people but to myself so that I knew I had some type of feeling and that I was even remotely normal. I clung to music as if it was this life raft and was the key for me to make it in this world and it worked. It kept me dry till one day a hurricane came and almost drowned me and in this violent raging storm and I lost my way. I stopped following the music and I guess somewhere along the line I took the red pill and fell into this horrible hellhole and went too far down the rabbits hole. Here in this world I realized that music wasn't going to be able to be my life raft so I clung to something, what some consider dark and fed off this darkness. This darkness, like my music, had this mystical trance that kept me under its spell until one day I finally woke up and had no clue no who I was or what I had become.

I looked around and found the music that I once loved and cared for so deeply and suddenly I realized that the storm had passed and, no matter how I survived, I was grateful that I did. I flipped over the once forgotten lifeboat and just continued to stroll along. As the days, weeks, months, and years went on that I talked and gained new friends, I found that my life boat was becoming less and less needed as people were finally starting to accept me for me. The darkness and pain are still there, locked up deep inside where no one can hear there violent screams but now I know that I have more than just my music and lifeboat because when another storm comes, I have others who can help me survive.

i have to write this essay for my english class and well i dont like it but my friends do so i want some more opinions. it was supposed to be on the first time i listened to music but i got off topic since i just typed literraly for an hour and didnt think so i dont really know what its about. so please be honest and if you can try to come up with a title cus im not really sure of mine.

Life's Soundtrack

As the notes filled my ears with wonder I could feel nothing more than the ecstasy I was in. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered. I could die right now and I would not care, the world became euphoric. At that time I could feel nothing more than the shadows that covered the beauty of my heart. But the music I heard inspired me in such a way that no one else could understand the way I felt or would ever feel. I was beautiful, the world was beautiful, and nothing else could possibly be as beautiful as the way I feel. Then world got quiet, I got quiet, and everything in me simply stopped. This is the first time I can say that I truly heard music.

It was on the day of our 5th grade trip and I all I can remember were tiny fragments except for the first moment I put on my headphones and pressed play on my yellow CD player, which after that became my pride and joy. The album playing was “By The Way” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers and each song became instantly imprinted into my memory after each lyric was sung and after the last song finished, I knew what was missing from my hollow life. It felt like it was a whole new world and I finally opened my eyes and just stepped into this fantasy wonderland and everything else around me lost its importance while I got lost in its trance.

It was a feeling that just took everything that was wrong, messed up, confusing, and painful inside of me and transformed it into something that I knew for the first time was right. The pain was still there but I found a way to just keep in check so that no one else would have to ask me these dreadful questions that butchered my ears and brought me so much pain every time I heard “Are you OK?” and “Do you wanna talk?” I knew that there was something wrong but to everyone else I just seemed like another quiet kid who just didn't have friends and maybe I was, I honestly don't even know. I felt as long as I had music to keep myself from the self-destruct button, that I would find some form of happiness no matter how little it was. Music to me wasn't just a form of relief, it was a way for me to express something anything maybe not to other people but to myself so that I knew I had some type of feeling and that I was even remotely normal. I clung to music as if it was this life raft and was the key for me to make it in this world and it worked. It kept me dry till one day a hurricane came and almost drowned me and in this violent raging storm and I lost my way. I stopped following the music and I guess somewhere along the line I took the red pill and fell into this horrible hellhole and went too far down the rabbits hole. Here in this world I realized that music wasn't going to be able to be my life raft so I clung to something, what some consider dark and fed off this darkness. This darkness, like my music, had this mystical trance that kept me under its spell until one day I finally woke up and had no clue no who I was or what I had become.

I looked around and found the music that I once loved and cared for so deeply and suddenly I realized that the storm had passed and, no matter how I survived, I was grateful that I did. I flipped over the once forgotten lifeboat and just continued to stroll along. As the days, weeks, months, and years went on that I talked and gained new friends, I found that my life boat was becoming less and less needed as people were finally starting to accept me for me. The darkness and pain are still there, locked up deep inside where no one can hear there violent screams but now I know that I have more than just my music and lifeboat because when another storm comes, I have others who can help me survive.

i have to write this essay for my english class and well i dont like it but my friends do so i want some more opinions. it was supposed to be on the first time i listened to music but i got off topic since i just typed literraly for an hour and didnt think so i dont really know what its about. so please be honest and if you can try to come up with a title cus im not really sure of mine.

Life's Soundtrack

As the notes filled my ears with wonder I could feel nothing more than the ecstasy I was in. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered. I could die right now and I would not care, the world became euphoric. At that time I could feel nothing more than the shadows that covered the beauty of my heart. But the music I heard inspired me in such a way that no one else could understand the way I felt or would ever feel. I was beautiful, the world was beautiful, and nothing else could possibly be as beautiful as the way I feel. Then world got quiet, I got quiet, and everything in me simply stopped. This is the first time I can say that I truly heard music.

It was on the day of our 5th grade trip and I all I can remember were tiny fragments except for the first moment I put on my headphones and pressed play on my yellow CD player, which after that became my pride and joy. The album playing was “By The Way” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers and each song became instantly imprinted into my memory after each lyric was sung and after the last song finished, I knew what was missing from my hollow life. It felt like it was a whole new world and I finally opened my eyes and just stepped into this fantasy wonderland and everything else around me lost its importance while I got lost in its trance.

It was a feeling that just took everything that was wrong, messed up, confusing, and painful inside of me and transformed it into something that I knew for the first time was right. The pain was still there but I found a way to just keep in check so that no one else would have to ask me these dreadful questions that butchered my ears and brought me so much pain every time I heard “Are you OK?” and “Do you wanna talk?” I knew that there was something wrong but to everyone else I just seemed like another quiet kid who just didn't have friends and maybe I was, I honestly don't even know. I felt as long as I had music to keep myself from the self-destruct button, that I would find some form of happiness no matter how little it was. Music to me wasn't just a form of relief, it was a way for me to express something anything maybe not to other people but to myself so that I knew I had some type of feeling and that I was even remotely normal. I clung to music as if it was this life raft and was the key for me to make it in this world and it worked. It kept me dry till one day a hurricane came and almost drowned me and in this violent raging storm and I lost my way. I stopped following the music and I guess somewhere along the line I took the red pill and fell into this horrible hellhole and went too far down the rabbits hole. Here in this world I realized that music wasn't going to be able to be my life raft so I clung to something, what some consider dark and fed off this darkness. This darkness, like my music, had this mystical trance that kept me under its spell until one day I finally woke up and had no clue no who I was or what I had become.

I looked around and found the music that I once loved and cared for so deeply and suddenly I realized that the storm had passed and, no matter how I survived, I was grateful that I did. I flipped over the once forgotten lifeboat and just continued to stroll along. As the days, weeks, months, and years went on that I talked and gained new friends, I found that my life boat was becoming less and less needed as people were finally starting to accept me for me. The darkness and pain are still there, locked up deep inside where no one can hear there violent screams but now I know that I have more than just my music and lifeboat because when another storm comes, I have others who can help me survive.

i have to write this essay for my english class and well i dont like it but my friends do so i want some more opinions. it was supposed to be on the first time i listened to music but i got off topic and dont really know what its about. so please be honest and if you can try to come up with a title cus im not really sure of mine.

Life's Soundtrack

As the notes filled my ears with wonder I could feel nothing more than the ecstasy I was in. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered. I could die right now and I would not care, the world became euphoric. At that time I could feel nothing more than the shadows that covered the beauty of my heart. But the music I heard inspired me in such a way that no one else could understand the way I felt or would ever feel. I was beautiful, the world was beautiful, and nothing else could possibly be as beautiful as the way I feel. Then world got quiet, I got quiet, and everything in me simply stopped. This is the first time I can say that I truly heard music.

It was on the day of our 5th grade trip and I all I can remember were tiny fragments except for the first moment I put on my headphones and pressed play on my yellow CD player, which after that became my pride and joy. The album playing was “By The Way” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers and each song became instantly imprinted into my memory after each lyric was sung and after the last song finished, I knew what was missing from my hollow life. It felt like it was a whole new world and I finally opened my eyes and just stepped into this fantasy wonderland and everything else around me lost its importance while I got lost in its trance.

It was a feeling that just took everything that was wrong, messed up, confusing, and painful inside of me and transformed it into something that I knew for the first time was right. The pain was still there but I found a way to just keep in check so that no one else would have to ask me these dreadful questions that butchered my ears and brought me so much pain every time I heard “Are you OK?” and “Do you wanna talk?” I knew that there was something wrong but to everyone else I just seemed like another quiet kid who just didn't have friends and maybe I was, I honestly don't even know. I felt as long as I had music to keep myself from the self-destruct button, that I would find some form of happiness no matter how little it was. Music to me wasn't just a form of relief, it was a way for me to express something anything maybe not to other people but to myself so that I knew I had some type of feeling and that I was even remotely normal. I clung to music as if it was this life raft and was the key for me to make it in this world and it worked. It kept me dry till one day a hurricane came and almost drowned me and in this violent raging storm and I lost my way. I stopped following the music and I guess somewhere along the line I took the red pill and fell into this horrible hellhole and went too far down the rabbits hole. Here in this world I realized that music wasn't going to be able to be my life raft so I clung to something, what some consider dark and fed off this darkness. This darkness, like my music, had this mystical trance that kept me under its spell until one day I finally woke up and had no clue no who I was or what I had become.

I looked around and found the music that I once loved and cared for so deeply and suddenly I realized that the storm had passed and, no matter how I survived, I was grateful that I did. I flipped over the once forgotten lifeboat and just continued to stroll along. As the days, weeks, months, and years went on that I talked and gained new friends, I found that my life boat was becoming less and less needed as people were finally starting to accept me for me. The darkness and pain are still there, locked up deep inside where no one can hear there violent screams but now I know that I have more than just my music and lifeboat because when another storm comes, I have others who can help me survive.

i have to write this essay for my english class and well i dont like it but my friends do so i want some more opinions. it was supposed to be on the first time i listened to music but i got off topic and dont really know what its about. so please be honest and if you can try to come up with a title cus im not really sure of mine.

Life's Soundtrack

As the notes filled my ears with wonder I could feel nothing more than the ecstasy I was in. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered. I could die right now and I would not care, the world became euphoric. At that time I could feel nothing more than the shadows that covered the beauty of my heart. But the music I heard inspired me in such a way that no one else could understand the way I felt or would ever feel. I was beautiful, the world was beautiful, and nothing else could possibly be as beautiful as the way I feel. Then world got quiet, I got quiet, and everything in me simply stopped. This is the first time I can say that I truly heard music.

It was on the day of our 5th grade trip and I all I can remember were tiny fragments except for the first moment I put on my headphones and pressed play on my yellow CD player, which after that became my pride and joy. The album playing was “By The Way” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers and each song became instantly imprinted into my memory after each lyric was sung and after the last song finished, I knew what was missing from my hollow life. It felt like it was a whole new world and I finally opened my eyes and just stepped into this fantasy wonderland and everything else around me lost its importance while I got lost in its trance.

It was a feeling that just took everything that was wrong, messed up, confusing, and painful inside of me and transformed it into something that I knew for the first time was right. The pain was still there but I found a way to just keep in check so that no one else would have to ask me these dreadful questions that butchered my ears and brought me so much pain every time I heard “Are you OK?” and “Do you wanna talk?” I knew that there was something wrong but to everyone else I just seemed like another quiet kid who just didn't have friends and maybe I was, I honestly don't even know. I felt as long as I had music to keep myself from the self-destruct button, that I would find some form of happiness no matter how little it was. Music to me wasn't just a form of relief, it was a way for me to express something anything maybe not to other people but to myself so that I knew I had some type of feeling and that I was even remotely normal. I clung to music as if it was this life raft and was the key for me to make it in this world and it worked. It kept me dry till one day a hurricane came and almost drowned me and in this violent raging storm and I lost my way. I stopped following the music and I guess somewhere along the line I took the red pill and fell into this horrible hellhole and went too far down the rabbits hole. Here in this world I realized that music wasn't going to be able to be my life raft so I clung to something, what some consider dark and fed off this darkness. This darkness, like my music, had this mystical trance that kept me under its spell until one day I finally woke up and had no clue no who I was or what I had become.

I looked around and found the music that I once loved and cared for so deeply and suddenly I realized that the storm had passed and, no matter how I survived, I was grateful that I did. I flipped over the once forgotten lifeboat and just continued to stroll along. As the days, weeks, months, and years went on that I talked and gained new friends, I found that my life boat was becoming less and less needed as people were finally starting to accept me for me. The darkness and pain are still there, locked up deep inside where no one can hear there violent screams but now I know that I have more than just my music and lifeboat because when another storm comes, I have others who can help me survive.

i love music preferably rock and i would like some new bands to listen to. i have alot of music and looking for some more classic rock but anything rock,metal,alt,pop punk, punk, etc is fine. heres most of the music on my ipod, i know you wont read all of it but just skim by to see what i like

http://profiles.yahoo.com/blog/YG432EA26WVJVZT7DNY...

i have many bands on my ipod and looking for some more. who ever gives me the most of what i dont have and what you think i will like depending on the music listed will get best answer. here are most of the bands on my ipod i added about 15 more

http://profiles.yahoo.com/blog/YG432EA26WVJVZT7DNY...

my ipod is frozen on hold and fully charged and i cant do anything. im planning to let it die and charge it back up and it should hopefully work but i need it to die in 6 hours before i get ready and is there anyway for me to speed up its death without being able to move anything, its on tho. i can restore it but my ipod has about 100gigs on it so it will take forever and its a grueling process so that's my last option

ive been wanting to watch it since it came out since i love tim burton and it looks pretty cool and fits my taste for movies. ive heard everything from waste of money to really good. so im wondering if its worth watching or just skip it and see something else. so did you like the movie or hear anything good about it

whats the conflict of the story