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Bar Funeral

By Janine Folks

I’m a bio writer, but I like to call myself the life writers telling meaningful real stories from my own perspective. I wanted to share this one with you. It’s dear to my heart.

I recently got a phone call requesting I write something for the obituary of a 2 month old, wheels began to turn in my head. I started thinking about all the things I have written about death.

I have shared many in my column in the Telegram in the past. In my digging for an article I wrote about eulogizing a 29 day old baby, I stumbled across something else I had written as a hospice chaplain. That was some of the most meaningful work I have ever done in my life and I cherish the memories and writing that emerged from those experiences. If you have a few moments to read, check this out.

A few years ago, I officiated a funeral that got international press. I wrote these thoughts, but never shared them. So I’m sharing them now because it reminded me of my past and what I loved doing. Being there for people and writing. I have countless amazing stories in my head and in journals that may some day make their way onto paper and in books. I want to share an amazing story with you. Here it is:

“We’re having his funeral at the bar. Will you do it?” his widow asked.

Although it was an odd request, honored, I immediately said, “Yes.”

I mean, of course, the bar had been his element. Although he had not been in some years, it’s where he had spent most of his life, met most of his friends and made some meaningful memories.

Right after agreeing to officiate a funeral in a bar, as excited as I was about doing it, other thoughts began to surface. As a licensed and ordained minister of the church, I figured some might frown upon the idea of a preacher in a bar.

After all, I grew up Baptist and every first Sunday we recited the church covenant as law where I routinely vowed not to frequent or be employed at any establishment that served alcoholic beverage.

There was that ethical clash ringing somewhere within, but I knew that the funeral in the bar was something I had to do. Despite the subtle inner conflict, the feelings of enthusiasm far exceeded any apprehensive thoughts against doing it.

See, I knew this man. The church people did not know what I knew. You see, about five years prior, the man who had just died became my in home care patient. He had a chronic illness that there was no cure for. I was his chaplain.

Initially, he insisted, “I don’t want a chaplain.” So I was warned that this man did not want a chaplain. I other words, I was gently told not to bother him.

Not a super religious guy, knowing his background, he just didn’t feel like being judged by some goody preacher who could never understand his life, his past, at such a critical time. He didn’t want someone to come into is home and make him feel worse than he already did about how he had lived his life.

The thick beefy former biker and die hard gun enthusiast with a full beard was not someone I’d typically approach or even encounter. But providence brought us together through this home care program.

I took it easy with my approach and finally the former bar bouncer allowed me, the chaplain, to visit.

So here I am, a younger looking brown woman knocking on the door of the home of a working class Caucasian family. What could we possibly have in common? Would they accept me? Will they believe that I am sincere? How can I reach this man, get through to him and convey the love of God? Does he even believe in God?

Well, I would soon find out.

At my initial visit, I did not walk in with an agenda of any kind. I just wanted to get to know the mystery man who did not want to see the chaplain. I wanted to know his story.

He reflected on his life and I listened. He glowed with pride as he told stories about his grandchildren and their accomplishments. He shared the love story about his current wife and how they married at the bar. The photographs said it all.

It wasn’t long before we were laughing like old friends. Then the laughs turned to tears as he reflected on the life of his deceased mother and how he often has difficulty breathing. This once vibrant man, who is still relatively young (59), is now restricted to his hospital bed in the living room. Outdoor activities were few and far between and would exhaust him so immensely it took at least for days to recover and return to his baseline.

He asked me about my life and I shared some. We got past the external and connected at the heart. We forgot what color we were. We forgot about politics of the day. He showed me old photographs of the aftermath of a serious automobile accident he was in as a young child that left his mother paralyzed.

Repercussion of the car accident stayed with this man. Spending much of his time caring for mom did not leave much time to focus on school and studies. Forced to grow up way too fast, he never learned to read or write.

Although very wise and highly intelligent, there was not a plethora of job prospects for this man. The bar is where he felt comfortable and accepted, so he made it his life’s work. His intimidating stature fed his male ego, added value to his life. He was effective at diffusing hostile situations at the bar, not only because of his size, but more so his charisma, way with words and authenticity. This became his way of life. People loved him. At the bar, he was the man.

Searching for ways to sooth the agony of a bumpy childhood, alcohol was easily accessible and seemed to mask the pain. He was surrounded by it at the bar. But later, it just turned into more pain and the pain spilled over into the lives of others. Three failed marriages and then finally one that worked. He managed to hold on to wife number four for 26 years and had been sober for just as many years after a heart to heart talk with a colleague at the bar.

After a tumultuous life full of excitement, challenges and victories, here he lay possibly dying. What did it all his 56 years mean? These are the things we talked about. We talked guns as he strongly encouraged me to learn to shoot a gun and have one of my own. I told him about my roller derby and he wished he could come and watch. He vicariously enjoyed my stories as well because it offered him some escape from the four walls that had entrapped him for the past few years.

After almost three years of getting to know each other, one day he got serious, looked me directly in the eyes and said, “Janine. I want to be baptized.”

I don’t know why I was surprised, but I was filled with joy. Although our conversations were never heavily religious, God got through to him. “So when do you want to do it?” I asked.

“As soon as possible,” he answered.

“Ok. We can do it right here in two weeks.”

So I baptized him in his living room as he sat up on his hospital bed. I did the traditional Baptist baptism minus emersion. Instead, I used a vial of water and made a cross on his forehead as I pronounced the baptism: “…I now baptize you in the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen any one more proud and excited about being baptized! He smiled from ear to ear. “I’m baptized!” He exclaimed.

I suppose this was an abandoned dream after feeling ostracized by traditional church. It was his heart’s desire to be baptized but he never felt worthy or comfortable enough to try church again. He called his family and friends to share the good news of his baptism.

After that day, we talked more about life, death and heaven. He was prepared to die and the idea of meeting Jesus was welcome, but there was still more he wanted to do on earth. He was prepared, but not ready. He knew death was near, but he still had some goals he wanted to accomplish.

He never let me leave his home without praying for him. On days when he felt sad, he had his wife call for me. I would go visit, hold his hand and pray with him. During the final week of his life, I knew that he knew that the time was soon. He held my hand tightly that day and would not let go.

I looked into his eyes and I knew that he knew. He knew I knew and we had not spoken a word. We kept it to ourselves as his wife scurried trying to come up with a plan of care for his discharge from the hospital. We knew he would not make it out of there. Although we knew this day would come, we were not happy that it was arriving. At a loss for words and feeling helpless to rescue him, I just held his hand, closed my eyes, looked down and whispered a prayer.

I was privy to experience God with this man. Yes, with the former bar bouncer. God was there. So when his widow asked me to officiate the funeral, ‘yes’ was the only option. What preacher knew him better than me? So what it was in a bar? People are still people. God is still God. And when two or three are gathered in His name, He said He would be there. He only requires that we gather in His name in order for Him to be present. God does not stipulate a particular locale.

The patient who became my friend had reason for the rhyme. His rationale was this: "If I have the funeral at the bar, my friends will actually show up."

He knew his friends. They would not likely go to a church or funeral home. We brought God to their domain, their stomping ground.

The crowd of 100 was very receptive. After the funeral service a motor cycle beefy tattooed guy came up to me and said, "Thank you for the Word." I knew right then, I had done the right thing. I met the sister of the man I eulogized and she thanked me profusely for baptizing her brother and praying with him. She was comforted knowing her brother had salvation in Christ. The Word was glorified and it got world wide notoriety.

No one sent out a press release for this funeral, but the local news stations and papers got wind of it. His family was shocked when calls came in requesting interviews. The bar owner and funeral directors were very surprised. No one knows how the word spread the way it did. The Associated Press even showed up at the funeral. The story was run in over 85 newspaper around the world including, ABCNEWS worldwide, UK, Las Vegas,

I’m not sure what made this story newsworthy on such a grand scale, but the buzz ran pretty rampant for a couple of days. Perhaps it was the story of friendship as his friends built his casket from scratch in 15 hours. Maybe the fact that it was in a bar and this was perhaps unprecedented, some might even think it’s sacrilegious. I don’t know. I like to think it’s because a man changed his life, repented and got baptized. God gave my friend’s life a worldwide platform. He even made it known that a female preacher in heels and camouflage pants stepped outside the box. There are countless possibilities why God tipped the scales on this monumental funeral media coverage.

God has no box. Tradition does. While I respect institutionalized traditional church, I I believe that God is about to shatter a lot of traditional beliefs and practices. We will begin to see even more monumental things where God’s presence will be brought into the most unusual places.

All I care about is reaching God's people, by any means necessary, to show them LOVE. He said, "Go out into the world and preach..." That's exactly what I want to do.

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Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: a quirky, pixellated video game breathes new life into the Mario-like side-scroller genre. Or, well, those games used to breathe life, before they became commonplace. Super Meat Boy set this kind of resurgence into motion nearly a decade ago. That’s a long time in side-scrolling years.

A peek at this week’s Celeste—which favors pixellated designs and squishy, bouncy characters—could make any skeptical passerby sigh in that “Gosh, another one of these?” way. I get that.

But I insist there’s something here. In the past few years, we’ve seen a few super-beautiful, far-from-pixellated platformers emerge with serious fans. Cuphead made a huge splash in 2017 by emphasizing brutal difficulty and hand-drawn beauty. Fans of 2014’s Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze swear by its breadth and production values. And 2015’s Ori and the Blind Forest injected gorgeous designs and wild platforming maneuvers into a “Metroidvania” adventure.

Celeste doesn’t look much like those three games, but its brilliance comes from borrowing their best ideas—and boost-leaping past their pitfalls—to deliver the most intense, memorable, and satisfying platformer yet released in the 2010s. Put Celeste at the top of your side-scrolling shelf, right next to Super Meat Boy and Yoshi’s Island.

Tower… climb?

How the heck are we going to get that key?

A great example of a tricky Celeste room, which forces players to figure out, and then execute, a perfect series of jumps and air-dashes. This green gem will refresh any expired air dashes, so you’ll probably want to go through it to finish this room.

Red spheres launch your character in a chosen cardinal direction. But you can air-dash out of it, in any direction, whenever you want.

One challenging portion of the game sees a ghost copy your moves, always a few paces behind. In some cases, you’ll have to run a certain path just to give yourself an escape option when you backtrack.

Don’t walk on, or wall-jump off of, any of that red-and-black stuff. You’ll instantly die.

You’ll need those yellow feathers to fly through this room.

If Celeste looks familiar, that’s because its creators have cut their teeth on some serious pixel-art games before, particularly Towerfall. (We love Towerfall.) On its face, Celeste looks and feels similar to Towerfall, as if retooled as a solo game. Your character design almost looks lifted from Towerfall, as is her default move suite: running, jumping, wall-jumping, wall-climbing, and a cardinal-direction “air-dash.”

In the bow-and-arrow combat of Towerfall, this air-dash is used primarily to dodge attacks. Celeste doesn’t have any combat, however. As a result, the air-dash becomes something else entirely.

You control an unnamed young woman (if left unnamed, she’s called Madeline) on her unexplained quest to scale a massive Canadian mountain. A story eventually plays out as Madeline encounters a friendly fellow climber, a strange old lady, and a few mysterious locals. Before the conversations pick up in length and depth, there’s the matter of climbing. Just climb.

The game’s opening challenges are simple enough. Enter a room, use the air-dash to effectively “double jump” to higher platforms, and go through an opening at the top-right of the screen to enter the next room. Almost immediately, Celeste teases you with its common “strawberry” collectibles, which are always placed in tricky spots to jump, wall-hop, and air-dash toward. (What’s more, you don’t get to “claim” the fruit until you finish a series of jumps and climbs and land safely on your feet.) They gently goad you into flexing your air-dash muscles, though the game makes abundantly clear that these collectibles don’t affect your progress or unlock anything.

But nobody who plays these types of games ignores collectible shinies, a fact that Celeste is very appreciative of. Forget the collect-a-thon bloat of series like Donkey Kong Country and Banjo-Kazooie. There are truly only two types of collectibles in this game: strawberries, which each world hides roughly 20-25 of, and a very small number of super-secret “hearts,” which requires clever methods, movement, and sleuthing to uncover. Celeste keeps it simple.

More importantly, the game places these collectibles around its world to tease out something I’ve encountered in my own real-world hiking and climbing experiences—that the most satisfying traversal comes from a nicely paced mix of tricky-but-doable grabs and “gosh, I am so close” challenges. The satisfaction of picking up another strawberry in Celeste doesn’t come from ratcheting your count one higher; it’s in stopping once you’ve landed safely and pocketed the fruit, then looking at the screen to examine the jumps and maneuvers needed to snag it. Like, look at that. Look at what I just accomplished right there.

But simply air-dashing around a bunch of clever corridors wouldn’t cut it, which brings us to Celeste‘s other genius: putting Madeline’s increased powers and maneuvers in the game world, not in her required button layout. Each world introduces at least one new thing that Madeline can touch or manipulate whilst climbing, jumping, and air-dashing. The first is a green, mid-air gem that refreshes her air-dash ability; normally you only get to air-dash once per jump, with the ability resetting whenever you land. But if you can jump-and-dash all the way across the screen to a green gem, you can keep that single jump going longer.

Scaling past its platforming peers

Occasional story and dialogue moments strike the right balance between setting the tone and not getting in the game’s way.

You won’t like this creature when it wakes up.

One of the game’s best parts is when this old lady laughs at you; her cackle emanates in a chip-tune “heh heh heh” manner.

Madeline faces off against “Badeline.”

The game eventually digs into some heavy subjects—yet its writing and tone make these parts quite memorable.

As Madeline advances, these new elements increase in drastic fashion. A series of otherworldly blocks soon appear, which you can’t walk through—but if you air-dash into them, you zip through them in a straight line, which can either quickly propel you where you’re supposed to go or send you directly to your death. (Either way, your air-dash power resets when you burst out from the other side.)

Meanwhile, floating red spheres will fling Madeline in a rapid, one-way line if she touches them. She can air-dash out of the line at any time (and will need to escape from it at precise moments for harder challenges), while yellow feathers let her float in whatever direction she wants for a limited time.

Those are but a few of the in-the-world objects that do something really neat: they take the very cool, high-speed superpowers of a game like Ori and the Blind Forest and distill them in a way that removes the backtracking, item collection, level-up system, and controller complication of that game. Players walk into challenge rooms using only one joystick and two buttons, and the room itself feeds all of the exotic complication—and exhilarating “I can’t believe I pulled that off” moments.

Throughout my gameplay, I couldn’t help but think back to Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze, a platformer that fans argue wasn’t received as warmly as it deserved when it landed on the Wii U in 2014. I like DKC:TF as a beautiful fulfillment of that series’ momentum-heavy exploration, but I am far more smitten by how Celeste lets players walk into a challenging room, size up its insanity, and then manage a series of fast jumps, dashes, warps, and more. I’d start exploring (and dying many times) in a Celeste room, come to grips with how the game wanted me to beat it, then find the right pattern of timing and movement to pull it off—which is a very different kind of “momentum” than the almost automatic roll-and-react movement of DKC.

Somewhat related is my appreciation of Celeste‘s pixel art style, which players will surely differ on. For my money, the frame- and pixel-perfect movement tech of Celeste lives and dies by reading its large, bold pixels, typically offset in clear, colorful fashion by a variety of game worlds. A tough-as-nails boss-rush platformer like last year’s Cuphead can work with expressive, musical art and design, but I only needed about 10 minutes with Celeste to appreciate—and express gratitude for—how the latter uses meaty, chunky pixels for equal parts utility and expression.

You need this kind of art style to believe in its movement tech, and yet the design team at MattMakesGames still infuses so much personality into these blocky forms—whether by animation, by wild screen-filling effects, or by incredibly touching storytelling—that it begins to creep up through your travels in appreciably organic ways.

Nice view up here

Celeste release trailer

Each world in Celeste is made up of roughly 100 rooms, and its seven primary worlds will take a relatively skilled player no less than 30 minutes each to understand and master, should you opt to collect some, but not all, of the worlds’ toughest strawberries. (Related: the gorgeous soundtrack, which combines the classical beauty of Final Fantasy VI with the big-beat oomph of Mo’Wax Records, is particularly good at keeping players engaged as they die upwards of 250 times per half-hour world.) Unlockable “B-side” variations of each world add another slate of challenges, and these crank the difficulty and insanity up, should you be that guy at the virtual climbing gym who craves nothing less than a “level 9” Celeste wall. (I’m nowhere near beating all of the B-sides. They’re insane.)

Super-hard platformers have exploded in recent years, particularly ones made by enthusiasts using simple toolsets (or Super Mario Maker) for the sake of torturous Twitch and GamesDoneQuick runs. I would argue that sheer brutality is not a suitable measure of quality—and that Celeste understands this in much the same way that Super Meat Boy did when it first blew us all away in 2010.

Celeste does so many amazing things. It organically teaches players while cleverly inserting new game-changing powers into its worlds. It gives players breathing room so that they can play however they want, all while choreographing some of the most memorable platforming sequences I’ve ever played. It pays homage to classic, tough-as-nails platformers while climbing its own unique path.

Celeste left me breathless at the top of its incredible mountain. I love the view from up here. C’mon and join me.

The good

Side-scrolling, Mario-style gaming hasn’t felt so simultaneously familiar and refreshing in years.

A simple control suite is bolstered by wild twists built into the game’s surreal worlds.

Pixel art makes frame-perfect jumps possible, yet looks gorgeous and has great design variety.

Take the tricky-yet-breezy route if you want. The game is fun no matter how hard a path you opt for.

The bad

Normally, I’d say “it’s not long enough” here, but the “B-sides” mode adds a ton of brutally hard levels, should you feel like the five-hour campaign is lacking.

The ugly

The screams you may utter after failing many of the game’s “gosh I was so close” challenges.

Verdict: Buy. Celeste is the first must-own single-player game of 2018.

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1: NameSam2: Age213: 3 FearsLetting life pass me by/missing out, inadequacy, my own temporariness 4: 3 things I loveMy friends, my cat, music5: 4 turns onWhy are these questions always in here.. hard pass6: 4 turns offTurns off... again, hard pass7: My best friendI have many - but Phoebe is my ride or die yo (doesn’t mean I don’t love the rest of y’all dearly)8: Sexual orientationPansexual9: My best first dateUh...I haven’t been on many like “official” dates but seeing The Desolation of Smaug was a pretty great night overall, even though I almost died10: How tall am I5′7′’11: What do I missMy cat 12: What time were I bornIn a time when grammar wasn’t this butchered - I actually don’t know the time, but for some reason 7:21 is coming to mind but I don’t know day or night... 13: Favorite colorGrey14: Do I have a crushSuch a bullshit question - no15: Favorite quote“If you’re going through hell, keep going”16: Favorite placeVenice17: Favorite foodPotatoes18: Do I use sarcasmAbsolutely not (fuckin’ duh)19: What am I listening to right nowStay by Zedd20: First thing I notice in new personUsually their shoes tbh 21: Shoe size8 in women’s sizes 7 in men’s22: Eye coloramber (brown)23: Hair colorbrown24: Favorite style of clothingFuckboy aesthetic 25: Ever done a prank call?Dumb ones, yes27: Meaning behind my URLAccidents happen - the best things in life happen to us accidentally28: Favorite movieKingsman29: Favorite songSend Me On My Way by Rusted Root30: Favorite bandTwenty One Pilots31: How I feel right nowTired32: Someone I loveThis is super general - I love a lot of people. Love you Amelia, even if I’m almost 100% certain you’re the bastard that sent me this “ALL THE THINGS” ask33: My current relationship statusSingling no mingling34: My relationship with my parentsShaky35: Favorite holidayHalloween 36: Tattoos and piercing i haveCatilige on left ear, double nostril, and lipI have “Don’t go where I can’t follow”, “Ad astra”, “I am”, “I’m taking over my body”, a serotonin molecule, a ; with a - through it, the antipossession seal from Supernatural, a halfsleeve of trees, and a piece on my thigh of my own design based on Migraine by Twenty One Pilots (it’s complicated to explain in writing)37: Tattoos and piercing i wantToo fucking many - I want my industrial done really bad though, and I’d love to get my ears re-pierced so I can stretch them again38: The reason I joined TumblrI don’t actually know - probably social pressures39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?I fuckin’ hope not, she’s my best friend40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?Like every day, I’m very lucky41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?I don’t even know the last person I actually texted but I’m pretty sure it was Blake and I haven’t kissed Blake - that would be creepy and weird since he’s like twice my age42: When did I last hold hands?In Europe, but for like “HEY LOOK AT THIS LET’S GO THIS WAY” purposes, not like legit hand holding - otherwise the last time I actually held someone’s hand was a while ago43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?Depends - if I actually get ready then like half an hour (shower, clothes, food, pack for the day), but if I “get ready” then like 5 minutes (crawl out of bed, hat, pack)44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?I did actually45: Where am I right now?In my apartment in Turku, Finland46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?Usually I’m the one taking care of people, even if I’m drunk haha - so I got this47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?I like my music loud at appropriate intervals48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?No49: Am I excited for anything?Currently I’m excited for volleyball tonight50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?Yep, quite a few actually51: How often do I wear a fake smile?What kind of bullshit questions are these, honestly - this ain’t some pity party52: When was the last time I hugged someone?Leaving Ark at the airport53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?That’s not my problem because it’s not my business54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?Probably?55: What is something I disliked about today?Waking up early and almost falling asleep before I needed to leave56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Tyler Joseph57: What do I think about most?I don’t really keep track of the frequency of my thoughts58: What’s my strangest talent?I can do the wave with my tongue59: Do I have any strange phobias?Nope60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?I prefer to be behind it61: What was the last lie I told?I don’t fuckin’ remember - everything kinda blurs together62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Webcams are easy cuz you can multitask, phones are a little more annoying in that sense63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?Yes and yes64: Do I believe in magic?Uh.. hard to say really65: Do I believe in luck?Yep66: What’s the weather like right now?Snowy, windy, cold67: What was the last book I’ve read?Milk and Honey68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?Absolutely not69: Do I have any nicknames?A few - 5am, samus, sammi, etc70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?I broke my wrist, knocked a vertebrae out of alignment, pinched all the muscles between two vertebrae, and had several impact bruises71: Do I spend money or save it?I tend to save money as much as possible 72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?Nope73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?I guess my candles are kind pink, otherwise there’s a book cover for a textbook that��s also pretty pink74: Favorite animal?Jellyfish75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?On the phone, working on a blog post76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?Something that makes more sense than the phrasing of this question77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Send Me On My Way by Rusted Root78: How can you win my heart?Also a nonsense question - but I demand respect, kindness, compassion, and empathy79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?“Catch y’all on the flip side” or some shit80: What is my favorite word?I haven’t put a lot of thought into this - but I like the sound of the word “tube”. I guess if I had to pick a favorite word off-hand it would be something simple and vague with many meanings like “if” or “am”81: My top 5 blogs on tumblrfirel1ght, preposterouspotato, bitchcs, tomorrow-is-forever-all-ours, and whatjustwat (I always fuckin butcher the spelling)82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?“Is it really so fucking hard to be compassionate and empathetic to people from all walks of life?”83: Do I have any relatives in jail?I don’t actually know for sure, I can’t keep track of everyone84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?Control over gravitational fields85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?Good question - probably anything revolving around the state of my mental health86: What is my current desktop picture?Dean Winchester87: Had sex?Nope88: Bought condoms?I’ve been GIVEN condoms89: Gotten pregnant?Nope90: Failed a class?Never91: Kissed a boy?Technically yes92: Kissed a girl?Yep93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?I don’t actually know, probably94: Had job?Much work, many jobs, wow95: Left the house without my wallet?Not typically, but it’s happened a couple times96: Bullied someone on the internet?Hell no97: Had sex in public?The fuck - no98: Played on a sports team?Several99: Smoked weed?Yep100: Did drugs?Other than weed and alcohol? No101: Smoked cigarettes?For a short time, unfortunately102: Drank alcohol?Yep103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?Nope104: Been overweight?Yep105: Been underweight?Yep106: Been to a wedding?Yep107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?Pff like every day108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?Guilty as charged109: Been outside my home country?FINALLY110: Gotten my heart broken?What fuckin bullshit 111: Been to a professional sports game?Yes112: Broken a bone?Two apparently (that I know of)113: Cut myself?I mean accidents are bound to happen - I cut my fingernail partly in half the other day114: Been to prom?A couple times115: Been in airplane?Yes116: Fly by helicopter?No, almost though117: What concerts have I been to?Shit here we go... Imagine Dragons, Pat Benetar, June Divided, Framing Hanley, Walk the Moon (x2), The Griswolds (x2), We Came as Romans, Misterwives, Urban Cone, X Ambassadors, All Time Low (x3), Odesza, Purity Ring (x3), Hour 24, Halocene, Bastille (x2), Passion Pit, Brand New, Twenty One Pilots (x2), Halsey, Oh Wonder (x2), Paperwhite, Echosmith, Finnish Ticket, Vinyl Theatre, Chef’Special, Braids, Jai Wolf, Rufus Du Sol (x2), Casian, Knuckle Puck, Real Friends, Bishop Briggs... probably missing some here118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?Yep119: Learned another language?Working on it120: Wore make up?Scarcely 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?No122: Had oral sex?No123: Dyed my hair?Frequently124: Voted in a presidential election?Unfortunately 125: Rode in an ambulance?Too many times126: Had a surgery?Wisdom teeth127: Met someone famous?A few128: Stalked someone on a social network?I creep on people all the time129: Peed outside?Yeah -more than I’m proud to admit130: Been fishing?Mhm131: Helped with charity?Yes!132: Been rejected by a crush?Probably133: Broken a mirror?Not that I know of134: What do I want for birthday?Patches and tattoo money

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