I know to much. I know how to read body language and how to tell things about people by their hand writing, I notice loads of things others don’t notice, so every person I see I automatically know stuff about them, I know how to build a phone, bomb, gun, computer, chair, grenade, amp and a guitar. Plus, I’m really into neurology and how the human mind works, I’ve researched dreams and know tons about them, I know what words and actions people will take to a basic level in response to the things I do. I can make people do stuff by talking in a certain way and I can vanish (not literately, but I’m very good at distracting people and just not being seen in a crowd) really well. I’m really arrogant and I don’t really get on with others because I’m always boasting about something or saying something weird. I’ve started to suspect I might have a mental disorder, but I’m not sure what it is, I just know I have one and I really want to find out what it is. I have no idea what I want to do when I’m older and I can’t make up my mind about anything. I don’t understand why anybody wants friends and when I asked somebody, the laughed and thought I was joking. At which point they called me a nerd and walked off. I then proceeded steal their locker key and leave a note in their locker. It told them that they should go down to the pier with some friends and that somebody wanted to give them something. Of course, them being stupid, leaving out what they were going to get and who was going to give it to them made them curious about it. The note was a bit longer than that and in different words, but he still went to the pier after school anyway. Then, with both his parents at work, I got into his house using a good old lock pick. I won’t say what I did next. Later on, I wondered if it had really been worth it just because he laughed at me. Which just confused me even more. I feel like I’m going explode because everything is just so…..
…….confusing.
I have no idea what to do about this. So four questions
a) What could be the cause of this?
b) How to get rid of it?
c) WHAT is it?
d) Has anybody had anything like this themselves?

(CNN) — Often in the middle of the night, while his wife sleeps beside him, John Sheridan picks up his iPhone from the nightstand and shakes the device like it was a conductor’s wand on fire.

Sometimes he goes on like this for more than an hour at a time. There’s a point to this midnight madness, though.

By day, Sheridan is a 53-year-old real-estate agent in Florida. But by night, he’s an iPhone musician.

In the past few months, he has used his phone to record and upload at least 30 songs to the Web using an iPhone application called ZOOZbeat, which helps anyone — regardless of musical talent or lack thereof — create songs by selecting instruments from a list and then waving his or her phone around.

A quick flick of the wrist produces a high note. A gentler movement belches out a lower tone. The app loops the sounds and lets users edit their tracks on the fly or afterwards.
Sheridan said he wears headphones while he’s jamming, so as not to wake his wife.One bizarre application, called Ocarina, even lets people create flute sounds by blowing into their phone’s built-in microphone while touching the screen to select various notes.
The smartphones have their technical limits, of course, and the idea isn’t to fully replace real-world guitars and drum kits. But the phones do offer a lightweight alternative to heavy tour gear, and they have a novelty appeal for some musicians and music fans.

http://edition.cnn.com/2009/TECH/10/15/iphone.music.zoozbeat/index.html

I’m 16 years old..
My Girlfriend was beautiful. All the boys were after her, she was such an individual and so confident.
She was literally always laughing and smiling, brightening everyones day up.
All my friends would say she was ‘hot’, but I could see so much beyond just that.
So we started going out, and even though I loved her and had a great time with her (we had stuff in common, a love of rock music and playing guitar and much more) It wasn’t long before the cracks of this ‘perfect’ girl began to show.
She had an adddiction and an obsession with her apperaence I soon found out.
She never left the house or let me saw her without make up, although I told her she’d look even more beautiful without it. When we were out she’s have to check the mirror alot, and eventually she came out to me as having a form of OCD with her apperaence, which I accepted.
The worst part was the addiction to bleaching her hair. I hated it as I could see her hair’s condition was getting wrecked. I told her not to but still she would.

It all got too much for her, she wrote in er suicide note ‘It was a vicious circle; I couldn’t not bleach my hair as I am so convinced I look horrible with any other colour than peroxide blonde, but the bleach has wrecked the condition and the more i bleach it, the worse the condition will be.’

She wrote in the note she loved me more than anyone else and I was her only love. And that she felt so guilty seeing me as she was not good enough for me.

I can’t cope with this!
Is there anything I should’ve done?! I did the usual, told anyone I could who I thought could help, but I had NO IDEA she was going to kill herself

Hi, I’ve been playing electric guitar specifically death metal and thrash metal. I can play songs like Raining Blood-slayer, master of puppets-metallica, holy wars-megadeth, war ensemble-slayer, and many more almost note for note and at the correct speed(Sorry but many of the solos are TOO HARD, so I can’t do them). My picking speed and hand/arm endurance are up to par, but I am worried that not knowing much on music theory like knowing the names of chords and stuff will hinder me getting into a band anytime soon? I must add that creatively, I have to admit I am somewhat gifted, hearing many times by fellow musicians “yo, who was that song by?” while working on my own songs/music.

I wasn’t quite happy with my old cover of this song, partly due to my EQ-settings, partly due to my playing. So this time I was stubbornly determined to make it perfect, and to be honest, I had to re-play Friedman’s solos LOTS of times, across several days, and that’s why it took me five days to upload this cover. I think this should do it, it’s not like Friedman himself but I got the notes and almost the expression right. This is arguably Megadeth’s best song. This is actually the song that once got me into Megadeth, and the masterminds of Mustaine and Friedman are definitely shining in this one. Recorded from December 30 of 2009 to January 3 of 2010 using a Pentax Optio M30 regular digital camera, audio recorded with an iAudio 7. Edited using Magix Music Maker 10 Deluxe and streamed as a 640×480 resolution Windows Media Video with 25 fps. Guitar: Jackson Warrior WRMG (with EMG 81/85) Amplifier: Peavey 6505+ and an Ashdown Peacemaker 412A cabinet with Celestion G12E-50 speakers. Settings: Lead channel: Pre: 7.25 Low: 3 Mid: 3 High: 9 Post: 1 Resonance: 1.5 Presence: 8.5 Strings: GHS TNT Pick: Dunlop Jazz III If you rate it, please motivate and write a comment too. Thanks for watching! You can also see the old cover from October 2008 here: www.youtube.com The powertab I used can be found here: www.abysslord.com You can download Power Tab Editor here (freeware): download.cnet.com

What are your favourite quotes, sayings and poems about our endeared furry feline folk? It can be anything – bed time stories, quotes, poems, odes, sayings…..Mine has been the Owl and The Pussy Cat poem by Edward Lear since childhood (it’s kind of an Alice In Wonderland poem..weird but different) -

The Owl and the Pussiecat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussie! O Pussie, my love,
What a beautiful Pussie you are, you are, you are,
What a beautiful Pussie you are.”
Pussie said to the Owl “You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?”
Said the Piggy, “I will”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon.
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand.
They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.