Keep dreaming suckas.MY FRIENDS AND MYSELFAre the ONLY things I care about.I'm Ryan.I'm 17.I love every minute of my life.If I could be anyone else in the world, I would be me.I try to live everyday to the fullest and just have fun.I could not care less if you think that's stupid.I do intend to make something of myself.I've done a lot of growing up in the last three years.I love my friends.I would honestly die in the place of the few, true friends, I have.I am a realistic person and I keep it honest.If I don't like you, you will know about it.I'm usually a pretty nice guy, unless I'm just messing around with you.I get mad easily sometimes. I have a bad temper.I don't really trust anyone, nothing personal.I don't lie, unless it is for a very good reason.If I promise something is the truth, it is.I will always keep a promise if I make it. No exceptions.I hate liars, narcs, fakes, cops, attention seekers, drama, people who start fights but can't back their shit talking, sketchy people, tweakers, and two-faced people.Whether you like me or not, I expect you to show me respect.I am not afraid of death, but I try my best to avoid it.I am a risk-taker.I enjoy the thrill of doing something dangerous, illegal, or just stupid.I don't know why. It makes me happy.I don't drink, smoke, or do any drugs.I still go to parties. I still have fun.My personal choices and your choices have nothing to do with each other.I could not care less what you do.Don't ever mess with my friends, I care more about them than myself and I will track you down and beat you an inch from death. Try me, pussy.I have the same birthday as Steve Nash (Suns), Chris Rock, and Ashton Kutcher. haha.For me everything is pretty much all or nothing.Anything else, don't be afraid to ask."Making come true our modest impossible dreams.Stuck in public school classrooms at 8:15.Those long hot days just before the summer...Knowing that we're stuck here...And there's something happening somewhere.Knowing we know we gotta get there.It's true what they say...Death is more perfect than life...That's why we already died.What could have been?We don't wanna know.Tonight we'll get our kicks.Tonight we're all letting go!Cause we're all Dead Ramones!Sore back!Sore feet!A ragtag army and we're sick in the heat.We're not pretty and we're not rich.We're gonna hafta fucking work for it.It's our life!We do what we choose!Black Jeans.Black Shirt.Black Shoes.Mom and Dad still don't approve.Twenty eight shows.28 days.Pulling up new rogues all along the way.I'm just another face in this desperate youth parade.And all the bunk beds locked doors, hardwood, sweat,Guts, skateboards, cold war bomb shelter basement screams, no sleep, good dreams.We're playing as hard as we can and a whole lotta time stuck in the van.Reading the graffiti on every bathroom wall in truck stop fast food hell.Save me from ordinary.Save me from myself.Another punk rock summer came and wentNow I just wanna go back home and turn up my stereoUntil the rhythm melts my bones 'cause I'm a Dead Ramone.D.E.A.D.R.A.M.O.N.E.S."...Your Deadly SinsGreed: 100%Lust: 100%Pride: 100%Envy: 60%Sloth: 20%Gluttony: 0%Wrath: 0%Chance You'll Go to Hell: 54%You will die loved and feared by many. And you'll be buried in a tomb.How Sinful Are You? table table table td.text div img {visibility:hidden;} table table table td.text div { background-image:url("http://www.killerkiwi.net/files/myspace/online-now-icons/onlinenow-ace.gif"); background-repeat:no-repeat;} table table table td.text table table div img {visibility:visible;} table table table td.text table table div { background-image:none;}