What Stock Character Are You?

It's alright, I guess. I'm just a normal, exceptionally pretty girl.
It's a living. I've just got to make enough to keep little Billy in his typhoid medication.
One shouldn't have to sit in a stuffy building eight hours a day to satisfy societal pretensions! I want to live my life!
It's not too bad. I've got good friends, the girls are nice and I made the varsity team freshman year!
It's a cesspool of wanne be skeletons, and meatheads who can tell a bra strap from a jock strap without grabbing their nuts. I'm here for the food.
I work hard eight hours a day at a job I hate so you can wear THAT?!
Think for yourself! Be independent! Throw off the shackles of your upbringing and listen to me!
What can you think of a box that makes its own walls?
All the kids make fun of me. But biology/chemistry/disaster theory is neat.
It's pretty much the same old same old. I'm distressingly normal.
Only 347 days left till graduation/my loans are paid off, then I can do what I really want.
They're all insects, and they'll soon know my pain!
I like it alright, but for some reason everyone calls me 'Dead Meat'.

MIddle class family, middle of my school, mid-level job. I don't stand out in any way.
I enjoyed drowing kittens and lighting fires in my childhood days.
My mom died when I was little, now it's just me and my dad and my work. ::sigh::
Pretty average, I guess. I prefer to keep to myself.
I'm too young to have much of a background.
I had an imaginary friend when I was little. But she shot the Easter Bunny and was executed by Santa's reindeer. I don't think she got a fair trial.
I'm divorced. Or gay. Or just a workaholic.
Things have been tough for a while. But when God closes a door, He opens a window! I just open my legs.
I was the prettiest girl in school!
I grew up feeling no one understood me. But I'll show them all!
Pretty normal everything, I guess. I'm pretty happy all around.
My family's just a crazy and disfunctional as me! But you won't see them around much.

Something pretty. I like to look nice.
For some reason I find myself wearing red a lot.
Whatever shows me off to my best, er, advantage. If you've got it, flaunt it!
Black. Lots and lots of black.
I don't like to be confined by what society thinks is 'appropriate'. I usually wear something that wears tough and can handle rough treatment.
I wear lots of hand-me-downs. They don't fit that well, or look that great, but I suppose I've got other worries than appearence.
My sports uniform. Or something likewise clean cut.
Nothing special, I just throw something on.
Something wild and crazy! I'm so goddam unpredictable!
What my mom buys me.
Work clothes. Someone around here has to earn a living.
I think today I'll be a forgotten doll.
I dress appropriately for my job.

Try to save the poor cute thing! But I'd make sure my burly boyfriend was close by in case I got into trouble!
Save it somehow and give it some treats I got with the last of my money. Stray cats have to look out for each other.
Plunge into the water and rescue it all by myself! I don't need any help!
Rescue it and give it to that girl girl I'm curshing on. She looks like she's nice to animals.
Watch while my best friend rescues it, but insist that we name it Bruce the Wonder Kitten.
What were you thinking going out on that river?! And where will we keep a cat?
Bravely rescue it in front of a group of impressionable children and make it the class mascot.
Watch as the waters rise higher and higher. It becomes a defining moment in my life and the justification of two suicide attempts.
Get a grownup.
Rescue it, with some comical mishaps and emerge completely drenched, though the kitten is bone dry.
Rescue it quickly and tell it all my problems.
Rescue it. Then drown it. Old habits die hard.
Dive in to rescue the cute kitten! In retrospect, not the best plan.

Lie around, mostly.
Be pretty! And avoid peril!
I like to pretend some good man comes and takes me away from all this. But that's not likely to happen to a girl like me.
Plan.
Read. Or draw. Or write.
Do my own thing!
Nothing special. Just hang with my friends.
Work on my science project for the fair and watch monster movies!
Hang around, maybe take out a girl.
Go over to my best friend's house. All the plans originate there anyway.
Count the cracks on the ceiling that look like bunnies. One, two three, seven, twenty-six...
Two words. Study Groups.
I don't have free time. I have children.

Happy. I mean, I get the girl, right?
Happy. I get my way against all odds!
I'd like a happy ending. But who knows if I'll get one.
Happy, with everyone safe and sound and tucked in their beds.
Somehow I never get to see the ending. Bad timing, I guess.
I like the permanent kind of ending.
Fairy-tale happy. But that's only in movies. ::sigh::
Happy, I guess.
The kind where all the aliens are dead...BUT ARE THEY????
Bittersweet. They taste like chocolate.
Make your own ending.
So long as the movie ends. I have things to do.
It's always a happy ending for someone.