Are You Mainstream Or Indie? Quiz

Thanks for reminding me. I have no friends. I scared them away by talking back to the Brie cheese I bought in the supermarket when I had them over for cheese & wine. Now I and the cheese are having a quiet meaningful one-on-one encounter over a candlelit table.

It'll be at my flat, no need for renting a place to party. It will be civilized anyway so no neighbors can intrude. I'll be inviting a group of originals, good friends, and acquaintances alike. The background music is low volume and I try to get away with playing the Smiths, even if it isn't party music. The party WAS civilized until someone brought weed and that someone turns off "That joke isn't funny anymore." "Bloody depressing for a party!" A fight may begin. I defend Moz to my death.

Meh, I just bring along all my friends, different as they are, from all walks of life. They haven't met before and some of them have absolutely nothing in common, so I really hope they will get along.

It's a big blast for regular, thrill-seeking people. It's wild. no deep discussion involved. Just getting wasted, making out, and all that stuff.

[Gives me a blank look]. I know who they are, some of their songs are alright I guess, what about them?

Ew..OR....dodon't have a clue who they are. A regular British family I assume?

Oh my...best freaking band EVER. Or at the very least, a brilliant one.

I don't understand their maudlin, complex melodies, and lyrics, so I prefer to stick to listening to bagpipes music, swish sounds, a faucet dripping, native Americans folk music, and also, I have my own band! It's called Tired Carrots take the Blame.

Sleeping is a bore...there is so much to be done and so much I truly WANT to do, too. Like reading a classic horror novel for the twentieth time. Or translating all of The Cures songs in five different languages. Or both, at the same time. I'm somewhat of a multitasker and a brain.

I badly need to sleep but my room is inhabited by evil little midgets that won't let me sleep. They just force me to watch midget porn.

Yeah, need to be sharp for work so I can earn a living and besides, couldn't care much for dark circles under my eyes.

Sleep pretty well, but just like most of us, sometimes my worries about life, worries, and duties keep me up.

How is this relevant to define the ME? I hereby question your depth.

I refuse to wear anything but long frilly skirts down to my ankles. Ever. Even when cleaning, at the gym, or going shopping for milk down the street during illness. People haven't seen me in pants for a long time. Pants are ugly. (me: I agree, though)

Whatever I feel like. Sometimes, I find myself not fitting into the occasion or the weather, but it's usually not deliberate.

Trendy. To fit in. I'd go through a lot to fit in and stay fashionable, even if it would require wearing shoulder pads...that is, IF it would be in fashion again. Otherwise, never in MAH life.

Yeah....see, I wouldn't be listening to some alternative radio in the first place. But if that song became famous and reached the current top 10, I might start liking it gradually, even if it sounds SO not my style. Or, I'd make everyone believe I like it until the moment it's not hot anymore.

What a lame posers excuse to get attention and seem profound. They're just singing what they think makes them seem contemplative and mellow for their image, the lyrics are ridiculous and not well-written at all. That bothers me greatly, and I shall smash the computer the second I understand the intent of the lyrics.

SO ashamed on behalf of all Swedish folks right about now. Melancholic f*cktwats they are.

This is my favorite song! Dance! But the song is hard to dance to, so I just dance like I'm under demonic possession! Wee!

Is an opportunity to get drunk at the closest bar/nightclub that appeals to you and your group of mates. Or I might stay home and watch TV with my SO, or alone. Or work. Oh, bother.

I make an effort to discover some strange new hobbies and research about them, like bands, lifestyles, etc, but also make sure I veg out and just watch something relaxing on TV to balance out my overworked brain.

It's time to exercise my brain, even if I just finished an assignment on Nietchze in my philosophy class. I work on my novel, read a weird book I've borrowed, or watch a thought-provoking movie until early dawn.

It's when I and my friends get together and play the ouija board! Nude! Yay! Or I would...if I had friends. Sniff.

Are for stoners, which I loathe. I won't even have to do with a person on prescription meds...they're probably nut cases, the lot of them.

You gotta do what you gotta do, right? But just Prozac. And I can't very well help it...

A take a colorful bunch, but mostly on prescription, because my sensitive artistic soul can't deal with this world without it. And I'm well-read about how different meds affect the brain. Enough to be a doctor.

Yeah! All I can find!