Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | High |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Extreme |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | High |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Extreme |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Extreme |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Very High |
Take the Dante's Inferno Test br>
I had my party. I don't really want to talk about it...not that it was bad but it was just weird. Zack felt weird about having Blake there since Blake is hot and got most of the attention. All the girls (exept Becky) fell madly in love with him and wanted to jump his bones.
I'm kinda sick and my voice is totally screwed up and I sound like a 13 year old boy going through puberty but 10 times worse. I hate it.
He's so cute and I'm a silly teenager who fell head over heels for him. But, I'm me and there's no chance in hell no matter how sweet he is. If you think about it, it's actually pretty pathetic of me. I mean, once I like a guy I start paying attention to every little change & detail in his attitude towards so that means I often over-analyze things and drive myself crazy for no reason. Sooo, I pretend NOT to like him. Yeah, like that's gonna go over well. e_e I think he doesnt want to talk to me because he met this...GORGEOUS female at the mall today. I feel intimidated and ugly. I have to urinate, going to draw as therapy, and slap myself. o_o