Whoever it was that said that alcohol affects peoples actions just might have been on to something. Alcohol makes people do things that they would not otherwise be doing if they were sober (i.e. sleeping in other peoples cars, getting kicked in the head by bouncers, scorin peoples they shouldn't). However, although it is obvious that alcohol changes everyone’s personality, it seems to change everyone’s personality a different way. Here's a little personality quiz you can take to find out for yourself just what kind of drunk you are.

1) Around 9 p.m. someone announces that they are going to buy alcohol. You:
A) Ask if they can pick something up for you if you give them some money.
B) Ask if they can spot you this time, and you will pay for it tomorrow night.
C) Tell them you will drink the Miller that is still in your fridge from yesterday, thank you.
D) Are already drunk.

2) At 9:30 someone suggests a game as a good way to get started. You:
A) Gather up some red solo cups and some friends for a rousing game of “Flippy Cup”.
B) Will play fuzzy duck, but you need to use someone else’s beer, because your’s is not cold enough/wet enough/alcoholic enough/ (insert excuse here).
C) Suggest playing Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater on PS2. Oh, wait a drinking game? Oh, well then, whatever you guys want.
D) Call everyone a pussy for not wanting to play Edward 40 hands with Absinte.

3) At 10:00 you and your friends go out to the bar together. Once inside, you:
A) Ask your friend what they want to drink; this first round’s on you.
B) Tell your friend what you want to drink; this first round’s on them.
C) Wait in line at the bar for about an hour and then nurse a Red Bull and vodka for the next hour.
D) Holy Shit! They are playing “Yeah” and you hit the dance floor.

4) At 10:30 your friend see’s that girl/boy that they have been checking out all year. You:
A) Walk over and introduce yourself then spend a few minutes dutifully talking up your friend. They’d do it for you.
B) Go over and hit on them. They totally want you anyway. They just don’t know it yet.
C) Are too busy talking to your boyfriend or girlfriend.
D) Would love to help but you puked on that person’s friend before.

5) At 11:30, you see a friend about to make a selection at the jukebox. You:
A) Walk over and stand next to them. Hope they pick a good one!
B) Reach around their shoulder and press E-5. Haha, “Love is a Battlefield”! They didn’t see that coming!
C) Wouldn’t mind hearing a little Rod Stewart. Maybe a little “Rhythm of my Heart” or “Maggie May”. If there’s an easier way to get a party popping off, you’d like to hear it.
D) Start screaming at them to play some fucking Vanilla Ice! Play it now! Right fucking now! You know all the words! Alright stop, collaborate and listen, Ice is back with my brand new invention…

6) At 1:00 in the morning your friends are ready to leave. You:
A) Stand outside with your cell phone stuck to your ear, trying to get in touch with a cab company.
B) Are housing that stranger’s face. Just sucking their cheeks off. I mean, you’re skating on the thin ice between a make out session and a sex crime.
C) Are trying to find your boyfriend/girlfriend. The last time you saw them, they told you they saw their old friend and they were going to go say hi.
D) Are walking out of the bathroom after just hurling your guts out all over the stall. Play it cool. No one suspects a thing.

7) It’s 2:00 in the morning, your last chance at a random hook up. You:
A) Would love to be looking for some weird sex right now, but your friend Katie just got in a big fight her boyfriend, and she really needs to talk.
B) Reached an awkward point in the conversation, and you figured it was the perfect time for a good old racist joke. You will be sleeping alone.
C) Have been sleeping with your future spouse for almost an hour. Literally sleeping.
D) Zurghhh ah sijkluomp

In loving memory of Natalia Afonseca who was tragically killed on Saturday 27-05-06 after being knocked down on Friday night in Fairview.

She was a great girl who was always smiling and had a heart of gold, Natalia we all miss u and will never forget u

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on the snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die

Rest In Peace Natalia

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

and she couldn't wait to go.



But her mommy tried to tell her,

that she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

if she went to school alone.



But she was not afraid;

she knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates

of why he wasn't there today.



But still her mother worried,

for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,

she tried to keep her daughter home.



But the little girl went to school

eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees

a dad who never calls.



There were daddies along the wall in back,

for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

anxious in their seats



One by one the teacher called

a student from the class.

To introduce their daddy,

as seconds slowly passed.



At last the teacher called her name,

every child turned to

stare.
Each of them was searching,

a man who wasn't there.



"Where's her daddy at?"

she heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one,"

another student dared to shout.



And from somewhere near the back,

she heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day."



The words did not offend her,

as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.



And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

came words incredibly unique.



"My Daddy couldn't be here,

because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

since this is such a special day.



And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

and how much he loves me so.



He loved to tell me stories

he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

and taught me to fly a kite.



We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I'm not standing here alone.



"Cause my daddy's always with me,

even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

he'll forever be in my heart"



With that, her little hand reached up,

and lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,

beneath her favorite dress.



And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,

her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

who was wise beyond her years.


For she stood up for the love

of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

doing what was right.



And when she dropped her hand back down,

staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

but its message clear and loud.



"I love my daddy very much,

he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,

but heaven's just too far.



You see he was a policeman

and died just this past year

When airplanes hit the towers

and taught Americans to fear.


But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it's like he never went away."

And then she closed her eyes,

and saw him there that day.



And to her mothers amazement,

she witnessed with surprise.

A room full of daddies and children,

all starting to close their eyes.



Who knows what they saw before them,

who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

they saw him at her side.



"I know you're with me Daddy,"

to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,

of those once filled with doubt.





Not one in that room could explain it,

for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.



And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,

by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,

that heaven is