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The actualy give them to all girls of about 16+ (might be younger) when ever they go in for a check up - free on the NHS.

I smoked for a while. It's too expensive for a regular habit, after a while the niccotine hit goes away completely and you stink all the time. So...why bother? It's not a good intoxicant, it's not good in my particular social setting, so I chucked it. Oh yeah, and it's bad for you.

The 118 advert where they have a modle of a brain and say: "the left side orders chinese, the right side orders pizza." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r61i_-_vgBc - a different ad, but along those lines.

Drinking age is 18 where I live. Most of my friends and I have been hitting bars scince we were 16. The bouncers only care if you look obviously underage (same as with dealers - if they are clever enough to keep it underwraps they tend to let them do thier job - alot of people would go elswhere if there weren't drugs in the club (500,000-1million take ecstacy every weekend in britian)). My parents both know that I go out drinking and don't care - they know i'm responsible with alcohol, and that, most of the time, I don't actualy drink as i'm driving. "Responsible abuse" is the phrase I like to use to sum up what we are aiming for. In terms of alcohol consumption (rather than, say, a glass of wine with a meal for the flavor, but an attempt to achieve intoxication) this means that you keep a track of how much you are drinking, and when you drink (interms of alcohol metabolism for driving the next day). Make sure you are with people you trust, and make sure you are doing it with clear AND CLEAN intent - by this I mean you are doing it for the experience, not to "self-medicate". Don't do it to escape from a bad situation, as it can lead to dependance and addiction under those circumstances. Don't do it to look cool - trust me, there is nothing less cool than a drunkard. Do it for the experience in and of itself, and do it with friends to take advantage of the sociably atmosphere it creates. Don't do it often and remeber that in terms of the physical health effects of it, it is more damaging that cannabis, meth-amphetamine, tobacco and LSD (not in combination of course...that would be insane...I must try it!), so treat it with respect.

well, that day, i was wearing a plain white T-shirt, with black sleeves, jeans, and i'm short for my age (14), and i'm asian (no glasses, most people think that all asians wear glasses because of their squinty eyes, but HA!) is that all right, i don't think i look like a gansta, or anything... :XD: Ah...i'm a 6ft4 white caucasian male with a public school accent and manner and a home counties appearance (they could be said to be one and the same). I'm 17 by the way...perhaps they don't think of me as "teenager" seeing as I have only ever once been ided trying to buy alcohol - and I have bought quite a bit.

A levels for me. Got to the point where i've done quite a few public exams and am in the usualy lethargy when I feel constantly guilty about not working, but still not working. I need three A's to get into King's Colledge London for my History degree, so the pressure is on. Elizabeth the 1st exam is coming up on the 8th,

I suppose it depends wether you look like a meth-head (english equivalent - scag-head) or not. I've never had that question asked of me before (especialy when I'm in America - if you have a british accent and wear a shirt with buttons, you are instantly very well off (in the eyes of prospective shop keepers). People assess you instantly on the basis of your appearance, the way you talk, and how confident you are. Some teenagers say "this isn't right, you judging me this fast, so I'm going to act against it by deliberatly wearing these clothes, talking this way etc", I tend to conform to thier desired perception and use this to gain thier trust. It's more useful but less morally correct.

No need to be too harsh on him, he was trying to make something to benefit the community. Intent was good, and according to Kant (who I disagree with) that's the summum bonum, so that's alright then, isn't it. Seriously, no need to rip him quite so badly. And he's given us a safespot I hadn't added as of yet, so thanks splatmster24.

I sometimes exceede the speed limit. That's probably my most common fault. I also drink in bars (i'm 17 but 6ft5 and hardly ever have to worry about getting Ided) and I take a few drugs from time to time. I have never actualy got into trouble over any of that.

Don't quote me on this, but I believe modern psychology can usually "fix" (for lack of a better term) one's morals. Yes, it's impossible to stop these acts from happening. But, with a lack of weapons, these acts would be far less damaging. :) Modern psychology is a crock of [cabbage]. I have my set of beliefs alright, and even if they differ from yours, they're not as wrong as yours. Society has been known to be wrong many times. Look at history. Sometimes majority isn't always right. Case and point: The Western world. There is no reason to believe that the morals the majority entertain at any point in time may be objectivley given the monicas "right" or "wrong". A moral code can not be ranked in terms of morality unless there is an externa fixed guideline against which it may be measured. Religious people hold that this moral measuring stick is god given, I am not religious and I would say that there is no such thing. They are simply different points of view, diverging from one point of basic prefice.

the one on this forum about marrying a goat was quite wierd enough for me

I've done that. It's better to grow it though. Then go to a local street corner and sell. Know a couple of people in that buisness - well more into the the pills side of things - ecstacy, morphine, 2cb, ketamine etc. They are minted. It's just too illegal and risky for me - an unregulated black market with varying purity and nutters who will beat you up to try and get thier next fix.

And still it's nonsense. I really can't believe how stupid some here are. Coming with these ideas. Come on. I have to say arming 18 year old students seems idiotic to say the least. I'm 17 and am in my final year of school (I live in the UK). Fights still break out occasionaly, admitedly with increasing rarity as you go up the school, but who wants to know that in a moment of anger, half the sixth form could pull a gun and shoot you dead. Not because it was premeditated, but simply because they were so angry they were not thinking logicaly, and the first weapon that came to hand happened to be a pistol. I go to an all boy's school and we have enough of the "men's club" antics without turning the center into an improptue shooting range. They are 18 year old boys, trying to be macho and impress each other...giving them weapons is really, really not a good idea.

The Sleepy Jacksons - This Day

With my plan I get sent 3 sets every third month, and if one breaks, i can just get it replaced within a day.

So you are arguing that bullying and belittling are only bad because the person you are bullying might just go schitz and pull Daddy's gun on your self centered but? I don't mean it quite as strongly as that, but surley we should not bully people because it causes pain, not because it makes them shoot you?

It would be entirley impractical to ban guns in the US. Britain has always had very tight rules as applying to the provision of weaponry to its citizens, but the US has not, and this means there is a saturation of unrecorded or monitered guns in the USA. There is a massive supply that could not be removed easily, even if the shops stopped selling. Thus, by banning citizens from having guns, the criminals would find that they have a huge supply of weapons and a load of unarmed victims. Because the UK was strict from the begining, the same does not apply in the UK, as there is a strong anti-gun culture and supply of illegal arms is much more restricted.

Hell. Because I don't belive in it.

I should hope that everyone here is ready to die. The only requirement is to be alive, which even sponges can manage. When you say "mentaly ready" to die, something seems slightly odd, because you are "preparing" yourself for something, which by its nature, is the ultimate personal non-event ever. What good is being "psyched" to die, if after you die and as you are dying nothing is made different by you being prepared for it. What might be helpful is preparing other people for your own death, as they have to go on living after you cease to exist to experience the difference between being prepared for ceasing to exist or not being prepared.

I use monthly lenses, but I also went through specsavers. I had monthlys on a two week trial too. At first it took up to half an hour to get the lenses in in the morning, but I find them much better than glasses, more comfortable, cant get in the way or drop off etc. I now pay 10 pounds a month for them, and any eye check ups I need are free with the plan.

The main problem with religious debate is that the majority are ill informed, and, amoungst the minority who are better so, there are those of outstanding knowledge, but who can rarley be bothered to post it, as it tends either to be ignored, or very porley attacked in a brutish manner. I would advocate everyone to read the God delusion and "The Way" bible, and at least to have a basic comprehension of what the various world religions involve...even scientology.

I am called wierd because: Show no sign of anguish over the passing of both my grandmothers, or that one of my grandfathers is about to die I listen to the music sound track from mirrormask as I go to sleep I write poems randomly, sometimes 10 in a week, sometimes one of less in a year. I study Mandarin Chinese, eventhough it's not offered by the school I can remember a great deal of finite detail, on a broad range of topics, so I come out with rather random refrences that no one else in my peer group will understand I'm 17 but I have been known to listen to BBC Radios 3 and 4. I never speed. Ever. Even if it's on a country road at 1am and no one is there. This is not out of a fear of breaking the law, or even that I would be dangerous at those speeds, but because I just don't like doing it. I oscilate between periods of really imensly high work out put, to periods of low output - these periods can last a month ot more. I have a remarkably "Posh" accent, and I correct others on thier use of terminology or grammar when they are speaking to me, but never if they are talking to me on MSN or posting on a forum. There are clearly loads more, I talk to myself, my dog, and make up answers for my dog which tend to be deeply philosophical, I pose arguments that most people don't really think about, such as the legalisation of drugs, whether any action has an intrinsic moral value, and whether we are treaing peadophiles in the wrong way. I like alot of abstract and modern art, but dislike portariture. Oh and I am Dylsexic, Dysgraphic Dyspraxic and probably dysfunctional as well. There's still more but I cba to write it all down now.

I generally find my inspiration when I am looking at something or thinking about something and a phrase comes into my head that seems poetic, and so I expand whatever concept I was thinking about, usualy in a representative manner - The God Delusion (R. Dawkins) made me write a poem about the flaws in the Catholic doctrine, a conversation made me write one on "paper people". So, if you having a hard time trying to find inspiration, pick up a book, read the introduction, or watch title clips from a film, or listen to quick snaps of music, or go for a walk and keep a pen and note pad in your pocket. I find myself always thinking odd thoughts as I walk, and they are hard to retain unless you quickly jot them down.

I was in a park with wild flowers growing in long grass. The colours were bright and intense, glowing in surreal manner, under the bright white light. Two friends were there with me, and there was a lake to my right, the water pitch black, in strange and starteling contrast to the green grass and red and yellow flowers. Willows, along the water's edge, drifted in the breeze. A man was standing by the lake, with pale white skin and a long black coat. He strode up to us, gave us each a spliff, and walked off, without a word. We walked on, and within a very short space of time we had drifted from the park into a grimey city center, I don't even remember seeing when the grass met the city, just that we were suddenly there, in between towering buildings that were stained to a rusty brown. We walked into a multi-story car park, and wandered up a spiral ramp until we came to a flat parking area., with the concrete roof still over our heads. We sat in a corner and lit up. I don't remember the actual smoking, and it seemed that we jumped straight to having finsihed them. We stood up, and wobbled away to a set of stairs that seemed to lead out into the sky. I turned and looked at my friends, and one of them was crying blood, so his eyes were slick and red, and the blood poured down his chin. The other stared blankly forward, not noticing my gaze. Suddenly he set off, running up the stairs at an almost inhuman rate, and, with a final bound, hurled himself into the azure sky. I ran up the stairs after him, but all I saw below was a puddle of bones and broken shards of glass, soaked in crimson liquid, which I knew instantly to be paint. He had gone. I looked back at my other friend, who had not set foot on the stairs. He sat on the concrete floor, blood soaking his clothes and began to scream and scream and scream. I couldn't stand to watch him any longer, so I dragged him, unprotesting, up the stairs and rolled him off. I didn't see him fall, but when I looked down there was a second splash of paint and glass shards, but no body. I thought I saw a shadow flashing off towards the sun, but the light was so bright I couldn't keep my eyes on it. I stood on the end of the iron staircase, and let myself fall. I saw the black and red tarmac approaching, then I woke up. That is one I remember because it was so vivid. I had another one about a space ship, where dead men's souls were recorded on tapes, and stored in a room which I had to clean. And the souls talked to me. The ship was controlled by a cpatain whom no one had ever seen, and whol landed in a small shuttle on the roof of the ship and left instructions in an envelope tied to a post ontop of it. No one could ever see the captain, or the souls would be let loose and destroy everyone. I could never break a tape or the same would occur, nor could I let them get dirty or the drit would corrode them, and, again, the souls would escape. It ended by me dropping a tape.

I have something called Seasonal Affective Disorder, which became strongly apparent this last winter, when it was diagnosed properly. This meant I became depressed, I was drinking every day, I started taking drugs - cokain and ecstacy, and self harming. I did not become addicted to either of the two drugs, but I did become addicted to cigarettes and self harming. I sought help, and was put on fluoxetine, also known as prozac. When I was depressed I didn't know about S.A.D., and was paranoid about whether I was really depressed, or whether it was attention-seeking, or teen angst, or whether I was emotionaly dead so I was compelling my self to feel the one emotion I could feel, etc. I felt alone, even when I was with people, I became worried I was going insane etc. As to what is happening for you, I don't know. But all I can recommend is that you do simply go to your GP (if you live in Britain), and see what they think. I didn't tell anyone in my family for 3 months, because I was able to access help without having to pay for it, on the NHS, but if you live elsewhere, you may have to involve your parents, especialy considering your age. I have stopped self harming, I drink rarley, but I still smoke. The prozac really helped me.