Here is a paper i submitted to a post in psychology when asked 'what can you tell about a person with the items they surround themselves with'

I think the type of media a person surrounds themselves with is a great indication of what kind of person they are. here are some of my thoughts, and they are only my thoughts-country music means you are lonely and depresses, romance novels mean you are really lonely and depressed, house keeping and home improvement magazines means you think you are a slob, any kind of sports nut has to be kind of crazy and competitive, sometimes to the most annoying extreme. Alcohol means you either like to party a ton and not remember how much fun you had, or that you are trying to drink away how much fun that you really didn't have. Smokes means you are trying to fit in, at least that is what the media now days tells us, it might be that you just like to smoke, and if you smoke cigars you have class and style. to much blue means you are a crypt and to much red makes you a blood. Drugs mean you don't know how to have a good time by yourself, and if you do drugs in a group it means that whole group is boring and does not know how to come up with anything fun to do. pictures of yourself and friends everywhere means you are insecure about yourself and your friendships with others. If you go to college and still play with that awesome Luke sky walker who's legs don't bend that you got in 1987 means you are still a child, where as if you proudly display that ma'ama on your trophy shelf you are a collector, but be careful not to collect so much that you become a hoarder because then you are showing that you don't think that you are loved, and you surround yourself with that stuff because you love everything to much to let go. porn means you are a perv or that you need a girl friend, and if you have a girlfriend why do you have porn? Anything to do with trucks is awesome, monster truck especially, you will know this person by the sweet pair of cowboy boots, blue jeans that have stains and tears on them, different color belt still in the pants that don't match the boots with an over sized belt buckle, and of course the all impressive white, nicely ironed, wife beater that is 8 sized to small and shows off the muscles you don't have, the tooth pic you have been using since second grade and a mesh hat that has some derogatory or sly sexual innuendo on it that makes you laugh every time you put it on and walk past you mom, who you live with and does not get the saying, or your hat that is a cheap knock off of a real cowboy hat, that tells you this person is a red neck. some people have to much black, this means that this person is a person who probably loves Halloween, and killing cute animals. if you are surrounded by ice cream you are in an ice cream shop. if you find dead bodies please call the police, you have just discovered a serial killer, if that person is in the room with you fight them, run, then call the police. lots of pictures of boys means they probably love boys, and the same goes for girls. if the person has lots of guns and ammo they are scared that the government is going to take over, or that a civil war is going to break out, make friends with this person because if they are right you know they have years worth of food storage and enough guns and ammo to command a small militia unit, and will probably survive linger than anyone else. if you mix all that with religious things you have probably just met a white supremacist. True be it that items will tell you a lot about a person, most of what we do is make assumptions and classify people into stereo types, but even stereo types are based on some sort of truth.

Did it ever occur?

Did it ever occur to anyone that I am the best?
One above all, me above the rest?
I'm sure if you think about it you will come to see
That i always come first, you right after me!
I promise to forget your name and always ask "Who"?
Remember you don't have a name when you're number two.
No heart no feelings not even a soul
Your life is simple, boring, and quite dull.
I'm to good to be caught up with all that
Compared to me you are a sewer rat.
So before you bore me with all your tears
Come gather round and give me three cheers.
Don't sit there and call me a spoiled brat
I'm better than you you sewer rat.
Better yet, you stupid wrinkly old troll
Do what is best and crawl back in your hole!
Because after this is completely through
I'm still number One, and you're still number Two
So with my victory medal around my chest
Did it ever occur to anyone that I am the best?

What it is yo

There once was a man from a town old and gray, he stood eight foot tall but was more like thirty on a good day. His name was Booger Schmeblepop, at least thats what i'm told. he moved out of his house when he was twelve days old. His mother was sad but that is nothing new, she had always been crying since she was day two. Boogers dad was a monster and lived in the dark, he scared many children and always left his mark. So it was no wonder that booger was sad, his mom always crying and a monster for a dad.
So when Booger left it was a sight to see, he took his whole room and the neigbors tree. His stride was so long he traveled blocks at a time, the only time he stoped was to pick up a new dime. Then he met a silly new person a girl he called friend, he met her while he jumped a river bend. She smiled and said ello big guy, i was wondering if you could help me to fly?
He bent down and picked her up with his giant hand, caucked his arm back and tossed her to a new land. It took him a day or so to get to where she was, then they sat in the sun and drand down some Fuzz.
But that night his dad came to get Booger back, his tool of capture a huge burlap sack. His mother cried but that was nothing new, she even cried when she was at the petting zoo.
Then all at once Booger saw his dad, a fire in his eyes that showed he was mad. So there the three stood quiet and still, Friend was hiding behind Boogers heel.
So Booger agreed and went back to town, he left friend and had a big frown. I only say it was big cause his head was so huge, I don't want to be mean but it really was huge.
So the moral of the story is be nice to candy, cause if you are she will make your life dandy.

The End