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Cammie King Conlon, who played Bonnie Blue Butler in 'Gone WIth the Wind', dies at 76 - Minneapolis Star Tribune

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Open Question: I wrote this song for my girfriend. Do you like it?

I wrote this song for a girl who I'm in a long distance relationship with. A lot of it is inside lyrics, but I want some criticism anyways. It's about having to leave after asking her out. If you don't like something, give me another suggestion. Verse 1 She makes me nervous for tomorrow I get the chills when she's away So much was unexpected And now our time's just slippin away I want to start this all over So I can see your face again Go back to another time So I can see you again Pre Chorus Just one more day Chorus I just need one more day I just need one chance to say this With your eyes locked on mine This is my only chance to do this Verse 2 With shooting stars above our heads You say this isn't goodbye But now it's time for me to go This I can't deny With the last thing in my hand So now I can only wait I can only wait to see you again Because to meet again is like our fate. Pre chorus and chorus Ending You would say that you can't sing But you have to most beautiful voice to me And even though we're miles apart We will never be that far. So what do you think? Give me some reviews! :D more

Open Question: I wrote a song for my girlfriend. lyrics help?

I wrote this song for a girl who I'm in a long distance relationship with. A lot of it is inside lyrics, but I want some critisism anyways. If you don't like something, give me another suggestion. Verse 1 She makes me nervous for tomorrow I get the chills when she's away So much was unexpected And now our time's just slippin away I want to start this all over So I can see your face again Go back to another time So I can see you again Pre Chorus Just one more day Chorus I just need one more day I just need one chance to say this With your eyes locked on mine This is my only chance to do this Verse 2 With shooting stars above our heads You say this isn't goodbye But now it's time for me to go This I can't deny With the last thing in my hand So now I can only wait I can only wait to see you again Because to meet again is like our fate. Pre chorus and chorus Ending You would say that you can't sing But you have to most beautiful voice to me And even though we're miles apart We will never be that far. So what do you think? Give me some reviews! :D more

Open Question: i want my sex buddy to be my girlfriend?

well basically there is this girl who i love and she loves me, she was in a bit of a depression and i was there for her. by her choice we became sex buddies but i want her to be my girlfriend. but she always seems too sacred like it's not worth the risk of getting hurt. i'm frontman in a band and she's coming to my gig tomorrow. i wrote this song do you think it's ok? in a less than beautiful venue, stood a very beautiful girl and i got close to her once before, when she was running away from the world she said i changed her fortunes, and we laid our emotions bare told her and love and she said it back, but she she said she's too scared but i can't let this go, not without fighting till the end because of this one occurance, when i realised i could mend people smile all the time, and people smile at me but on this one occasion, she was down and i made her happy i'll never forget that day, when she smiled into my eyes i can't remember what i said, but i remember my surprise when she looked up straight at me, and then she dried eyes then she gave me that smile, i'd have kissed her if it weren't unwise and where has all the love in my heart gone, apart from her i can't love anyone, i'm enthusiastic but her enthusiasm has gone i don't what to do it was taken by someone she says i fixed her broken heart, and i can fix her smile now i'm working on enthusiasm, and it may take a while but my dearest friend and lover, i've got all the time in land so i'm asking you darling, will you please take my hand cause in this less than beautiful venue, stands a very beautiful girl and as i prepare to face it all, she's still running the worldlast bit is supposed to be "she's still running away from the world"dear KJhave i metioned once any of her problems specifically? plus fairdos if that your personality but she always tells me she'd like a song about her more

Open Question: The daughter I'll never have, will you be so kind as to comment?

A foolish thought to even boast now I wonder, why did I post? The hand written sign in crayon announces "This is Sarah's room" A foolish gesture I suppose assuming within I'll find my 'Rose' in my within, the supposed host, a tomb will not bear a child from my womb. It's filled with a crib and girlish things. An angel statue with painted wings A ring taken from a carousel, The fragrance of her life does dwell. I tidy and dust it every day, putting her toys and books away. The Pink jewelry box, plays a classical song I take my time there, stay far too long. Not ever will I hear a single gasp Not ever will I feel her night tears, or her grasp Eyes wide open in the depth of my blight I live now in her eternal night. It took me 9 months to prepare her space even imagined an infant smile on a beautiful face I thought I was creating perfection silly I was in my self deception. One day she'll grow up tall and slim Challenge boys at their sport in the school gym. Dance the Ballet, That's what my Sarah will do one day. She'll meet a nice young man one day in life who will love her, yet take her away, as his wife. I will sit in her room, when, and again The crib, dusted, still empty then Goodnight, rest well, sweet Angel mine. more

Open Question: How to still be friends with someone you love, but can't be with(PLEASE READ and answer)!?

So I know this guy from one of my college classes, and we’ve been close friends for about a year now, but I am falling for him like crazy. My world just lights up whenever I see his face, or whenever he tells me I’m pretty, cute, beautiful, or even hot. Or when he tells me he how smart and nice I am. Haha. I just cannot stop smiling after I talk to him, it even makes me smile at strangers. We’ve hung out and kissed and stuff a few times, and I always helped him with his papers, etc. when he was failing one of our English classes last year (we’re English majors). He also shows me the stories he writes outside of school, he actually let me be the first one to critique the one he wrote last week, and we spent like an hour talking about it. We talk about school, our families, friends, problems, etc. We text just about every day. When school started last week, he made the effort to meet up with me in between in classes. Overall, we are close friends, but I want to be so much more than that. He is funny, handsome, intelligent, sweet, everything I’ve ever wanted in a guy. When we’re close together I get a feeling like never before. He’s 30, I’m 22, but that never bothered me either. But, he always tells me he’s not the “girlfriend type,” he has never had a long term girlfriend, so it would be awkward for me even to tell him how deeply I feel for him. Now, I’m just angry at him for complimenting me and being so close to me, but not wanting a relationship with me. I know it’s not fair for me to feel this way, because he was honest with me from the start. I’m angry that he gives the same compliments to, kisses, has sex with other girls, and I absolutely loathe other girls who talk to him, but I know that it’s not right for me to be angry at them either. Now, I’m just at the point where I don’t want to smile and hug him, I don’t want to read his stories, or spend time with him. I want to stop feeling so much hatred and be able to cherish and enjoy his friendship, because we are important to each other. So, how can I stop feeling so terrible, and be able to continue being a good friend to him, even though I want so much more that cannot be attained? more

Open Question: Attaching your mind to ideology/ Jesus/ life?

You're a human being, and if attach your mind to any ideology your gonna be on a road, and that road may or may not lead you in a good direction. But you're gonna stay on that road if your attached to any ideology and it could be a terrible road, and it could be a road where they circumcise your daughter's clitoris's because that's a tradition or i mean these crazy girls in Africa that cut holes in their lip and stretch them out so they could put plates in them, why is that? Because they got on a road and they stuck with that road, regardless of rational thinking. They didn't use rational thinking at all, they just adapted to a predetermined pattern of behavior that makes life so much more simple. That's what every religion is! The problem is no one knows, you CANNOT know, you can have all these beautiful personal experience's, you could have been the person who was actually touched by god. But when you start yelling and ranting that other people have to follow your lead or the world is gonna end and that Christians are gonna be taken away. I KNOW your full of sh*t. I know your full of sh*t and you know your full of sh*t. And the real problem is we can't say it because everybody has this "freedom of religion", the "freedom to express yourself," even if your expressing yourself with non-sense, non-sense that helps scared,lonely, sad people lock onto that non-sense so they feel like there apart of something. It preys on people who's lives suck. So its ALL nuts, its not like "your stuff's cool" and "my stuffs not." And its not that yoga is the answer or psychedelics is the answer, theres just questions. And until where honest about that, were never gonna evolve. The human race is stuck in a giant quagmire when it comes to our behavior and our thinking about our behavior, and there's gonna become a certain point in time where your gonna have to pop the training wheels off, and recognize that all this morality that you've developed is good because its good to treat other people good. It's good to treat other people the way you would like to be treated yourself, its a golden rule, and there's a reason for it and that reason is that were connected in some strange way that we totally don't understand. Unless your kind, friendly, warm, and loving your not gonna enjoy this life, your just not. Theres gonna be problems everywhere you go, your gonna have problems everywhere you go. You gotta figure out a way to enjoy this life, its not because of Jesus its not because of Moses, its not because of anybody who may or may not have ever existed. It's because, that's how you fit in better into the world, that's how you stay positive, and it doesn't have to be some crap that was written 5000 years ago on animal skin, that doesn't have to be the golden rule because its old, you know....that's dumb. Theres gotta be ways where you can be putting forth the most positive energy, and we know objectively whats causing pollution, birth defects, and were taking in to much chemicals and not enough vitamins, we objectively know this stuff. We know how to organize our world but yet we don't do it. We know how to organize our health, but yet very people do it. We know all these things. The right path to being a happy healthy person, is to do all the stuff we already know how to do. Take care of your body, take care of your health, take care of your mind and stress, meditate, be kind to people. Thoughts? more

Open Question: I need opinions please? Am i any good?

Hi, if anyone read my story on Blossom then you know all the details but if you didn't then i'm 13 and my grammar and stuff isn't very good and i'm sorry for any mistakes. I'm open to criticism and tips for improvements and stuff. For the first quick intro i wrote follow the link and comment on that story.Thank you to everyone and i hope you enjoy it. It was written around the same time as Blossom so a while ago but enjoy any way. “He is gorgeous! Don’t you think?” Ashley asked me while we sat at the back of our rowdy form flicking through the pages of a crumpled magazine. “Defiantly, she is so lucky! I would die for him as my boyfriend!” I agreed. “Me too! But you never know the party tonight we might find two fit boys who are going to our collage!” “If were extremely lucky. We’ve seen nearly every boy in this city! He would have to be amazing for the amount we’ve turned down.” We both burst into fits of giggles, knowing it was true. “True, but there might be new comers to the city who need guides.” She smiled widely. “ Yes and then they tell us that there going to our collage and looking for girlfriends who match our description.” I continued from her, sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. “But seriously wear that really cute turquoise dress and I will wear my incredibly sexy rose dress and the boys will be lining up for our numbers. All the girls will be begging to be our friends.” We then burst into a another fit of giggles. She shoved her magazine back into her bag and took out a compact mirror. She started re-applying her make up, lilac to her eye lids, eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. I shook my head looking in the mirror over her shoulder. Her eyes chocolate brown, mine sea blue but both shining in the sun. She then clicked her compact down and I sat back in my seat knowing what she was going to say. “Its not fair, I get it your family are naturally pretty but only wearing eyeliner and lip gloss but still looking amazing is not fair. It’s a crime. Nobody should be so beautiful and single and my friend.” she pouted, slouching in her seat in a child like manner. “You say this too often, you are a amazing friend and you are beautiful.” but she wasn’t listening to me. I grabbed her chin and titled it to face me then continued. “You are amazing, I’m not that special and at the party we will both get fit boys that are good enough for us.Ok” she smiled showing her perfect white teeth then grabbing me squeezing me tightly. Releasing me a minute after. Sir then took the register, when he reached my name. “Skye” he called “Yes sir” I answered then instead of moving on to the next name he took a note out “Mrs Send wants to see you in her office. Now.” I rose from my seat and made a swift exit, ignoring the criticizing whispers. Mrs Send was our head of year. An old, warm lady, never got angry, never threatened but her punishments were strict. During the whole time I had been here I had never heard her raise her voice, nobody had. I reached her office within a minute and knocked lightly on her door. “Come in” Her sweet, croaked voice replied my nocks. I entered, shutting the door behind me. She was sitting on her leather chair behind her grand wooden desk, on the other side of her desk was two seats but one held a boy. A boy that was clearly new. I had never seen him around school but it was a bit late to start in the year, wasn’t it? We were getting ready to leave, only 3 more weeks left. She waved her hand to the other chair and I sunk into it not realizing the softness. I propped myself back up, seeing the new boy properly. He had long, light brown hair and pale pink lips. His eyes were emerald green and his shoulders broad. He looked tall and muscular. He was wearing dark colours, that were made out of thin materials. Our school was non-uniform and it was summer. I was wearing my baby pink, mini dress that went with my tanned skin and tan colored sandals. I had my curled, brunette hair down and it lay a few inches below my shoulders. Mrs send then started explaining “This is Dale a new student starting today, I thought that you could show him around.” She smiled warmly creating a pleasant atmosphere. “Yes miss.” I mumbled. “Great! I’m sure you too will get along perfectly.” she answered enthusiastically. I stood up and left her office walking back to form, Dale trailed behind me jogging occasionally to keep up. When I could no longer hear his footsteps I stopped and spun around. He had stopped, leaning up against the wall, the sun shining on his clear skin. He was gorgeous, I had never seen a boy look so amazing without being an airbrushed celebrity. I sighed heavily, my heart racing as I walked over to him. I stopped in front of him, his glowing green eyes staring straight into mine. “Why did you stop?” I asked him. “I wanted your attention.” He smiled.http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AggRVrbLKP5m12xI1MBLOHHsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20100901013056AA234F2 To read my other story about blossom please comment on both stories. Thank you =)Continued: “What?” I was confused. “I said I wanted your attention. Is your hearing all right” “It’s fine but why do you want my attention?” “Aren’t you wondering? Or are you just a bit…slow?” “You’re a pig and actually I did wonder but your pathetic life wasn’t worth thinking about.” “Ouch, the good girl has attitude and I actually thought you were date worthy.” “Yeah right. Like I would date you. Your so up yourself, your probably only here because all the other schools were smart enough to kick you out.” “Your way off. I actually finished school early because I was so good. So I thought I’d find another school and do some more work so I’m not entirely bored.” “So your some kind of genius now, are you? You have serious attitude problems so maybe you should have gone to counselling instead” “I haven’t got problems!” “Well, I beg to differ.” I told him as I stormed off.Meters away from, form so close to the safety of my seat but not close enough. He ran after me, grasping my saying hand and holding it tightly s he twirled me on the spot. He released my hand and I dropped into his arms, my head spinning and all I could see was Dale’s head rotating around and around. He propped me back onto my feet, his cheeky grin had returned back to his face. “Don’t ever do that again. I get seriously dizzy, way too easily.” “I won’t do that again if you promise to go on a date with me.” “That’s blackmail. No! Arrogant isn‘t my type.” “Fine then, you asked for it.”The deafening bell rang and everyone in our form filtered out the classroom. I scrambled to try and stand, but his grasp was too tight. Nearly everyone gawped at us as Dale started talked “No, Skye. Everyone is watching, I won’t do that.” “Let me go.” I whispered, my face flushing crimson. “You have such a dirty mind Skye and anyway I’m busy later.” I heard the girls giggling at his words. “Stop it. Let me go and shut up, and I’ll…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. Even though he looked amazing, he was an arrogant pig. “What will you do, Skye?” He smirked “I’ll go on a date with you.” I said through gritted teeth. He propped me up and slid his arm around my waist. He bowed his head onto my shoulder and his lips were close to my ear. “I’m not always a jerk, I’m actually a nice person. You just have to get to know me and hopefully you will.” He whispered before walking off down the hall.I have adjusted the ending. “What will you do, Skye?” He smirked “I… will never go on a date with you, you‘re manipulative, cruel, arrogant and I hate you.” I growled at him and he released me. He stared at me with a hurt expression pasted on his face but he wasn’t even worth talking to. I joined Ashley and left him and his pathetic attempt of black mail, hoping that was the last time I would have to speak to him.The starting is all about a party and it's what everyone is talking about. They meet their new classmates and stuff at the party. Thanks for all you opinions they helped and what do you think of the new ending? more

Open Question: How to boost my self-confidence?

Well, for one, I am NOT just begging for compliments or anything. Just a bit of advice. I'm only thirteen years old, which hopefully should explain my immaturity... I have jealousy issues. Every time I see someone that's prettier/skinnier than me, I always start to feel a bit down. I'm not sure why, though. I really don't think that I'm too fat. I'm a little chubby, but not bad. I usually don't think that I'm ugly, either. It just gets to me somehow. Since I'm homeschooled, I really don't have many friends. Only about two or three. I spend most of my time at home, since my parents do not let me sign up for sports or anything. I spend a lot of my time reading or writing, since those are the only things I'm good at. I do go places with my parents sometimes, but that really isn't the same thing as spending times with friends. I used to have a lot of friends, but most of them moved away over the last year or so. I have very low self-confidence, though. Almost anything upsets me. The thing that sets me off the most is when people who are beautiful sit around, and complain about how their so ugly, for obvious reasons. I've lost a lot of weight (which is a good thing, since I used to be overweight) since late last year, I'd say about 20 or 30 pounds. It isn't like I think I'm ugly or fat or anything, as I already said. I'm not quite sure what's wrong with me. Nevertheless, getting to the point of this question, I was curious as to whether or not anyone has any good advice on how to boost my self esteem. Anything that helped you? Anything that may help me feel better about myself?And I'm sorry if anything I put in there was unclear. I'm a bit tired at the moment. more

Open Question: What should I do!? My new girlfriend of 2 weeks (officially) is scared of commitment and wants to back out!?

I met this amazing girl 2 months ago and 2 weeks ago I made it official by asking to be my girlfriend. The first six weeks was amazing, I mean I never met anyone like her. Shes smart, fun, beautiful, intelligent, funny, and all round a great person to be be with. We do have this amazing connection and chemistry that I cant describe. Its safe to say that I'm falling for her. Of course I don't move this fast and I haven't told how I truly feel about her. She has told me shes crazy for me to. She said that she never met someone who is nice, caring, respectful, fun, smart, and knows how to treat someone good to her. She has dated only two guys before me and she got really hurt as they were complete ass wholes to her. Now during the past two weeks since I asked her to be my girl shes been more distant to me. Distant as in she stops texting, calling, and wanting to hang out. At first I thought she just lost interest in me. Then I called her last night and we talked normally then she brought up that she thinks its best to stop seeing each other! She said shes scared one of us will get hurt due to our busy school and work schedule due to the fact we may only see each other once a week. She also said when shes stressed from school she tends to snap at people for stupid things and may do the same to me. She also said she scared to have me meet her family as they may get mad at her or at me. She did have her ex meet her parents and I guess it didn't go well. I'm willing to take the relationship slowly as long as she willing to stay with me. I'm the type of guy that will still hold on even if she gets mad at little things. Also I'm great at meeting parents. I know most of all shes scared of being hurt and so am I, but you can never know what true love is unless you take chances and I have before and I know how great a loving relationship can be. She also said I party too much, drink too much, and drive recklessly which bothers her. I told her I will not change who I am and will continue to chill with friends, but I'll cut drinking, driving recklessly, partying and just stop taking risky chances just to be with her. She is a good influence I do want to be be better in life and shes a great positive influence with schooling. I don't really know what to do now but I don't want to give up on her. I don't also want to go and just be friends friends with her because I know I'll continue to fall for her more and she'll probably wont ever want to get back together because of her fears or she could find someone new, either way I'll be hurt again. So my heart says I should write a letter how I truly feel about her and how I feel about the situation. My heart usually tells me to do the right thing so I think I'm going to do it. I'll also tell her that you can have all of me now or never have me at all again. So tell me people what do you think I should do? Do you think my heart is telling me the right thing to do? more

Resolved Question: Do you believe abortion is murder? Why or why not?

Before answering this inquiry, take a gander at the most beautiful Love Letter ever Written... Father’s Love Letter My Child… You may not know me, but I know everything about you…Psalm 139:1 I know when you sit down and when you rise up…Psalm 139:2 I am familiar with all your ways…Psalm 139: 3 Even the very hair on your head are numbered…Matthew 10:29-31 For you were made in my image…Genesis 1:27 In me you live and move and have your being…Acts 17: 28 For you are my offspring…Acts 17: 28 I knew you even before you were conceived…Jeremiah 1: 4-5 I chose you when I planned creation…Ephesians 1: 11-12 You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book…Psalm 139: 15-16 I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live…Acts 17: 26 You are fearfully and wonderfully made…Psalm 139: 14 I knit you together in your mother’s womb…Psalm 139: 13 And brought you forth on the day you were born…Psalm 71: 6 I have been misrepresented by those who don’t know me…John 8: 41-44 I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love…I John 4: 16 And it is my desire to lavish my love on you…I John 3: 1 Simply because you are my child and I am your Father…I John 3: 1 I offer you more than any earthly father ever could…Matthew 7: 11 For I am the perfect Father…Mathew 5: 48 Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand…James 1: 17 For I am your provider and I meet all your needs…Matthew 6: 31-33 My plan for your future has always been filled with hope…Jeremiah 29: 11 Because I love you with an everlasting love…Jeremiah 31: 3 My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore…Psalm 139:17-18 And I rejoice over you with singing…Zephaniah 3: 17 I will never stop doing good for you…Jeremiah 33:3 For you are my treasured possession…Exodus 19: 5 I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul…Jeremiah 32: 41 And I want to show you great and marvelous things…Jeremiah 33: 3 If you seek me with all your heart, you will find me…Deuteronomy 4: 29 Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart…Psalm 37: 4 For it is I who gives those desires…Philippians 2: 13 I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine…Ephesians 3: 20 For I am your greatest encourager…2 Thessalonians 2: 16-17 I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles…2 Corinthians 1: 3-4 When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you…Psalm 34: 18 As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to my heart…Isaiah 40: 11 One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes…Revelation 21: 3-4 And I’ll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth…Revelation 21: 3-4 I am your Father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus…John 17: 23 For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed…John 17: 26 He is the exact representation of my being…Hebrews 1: 3 He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you…Romans 8: 31 And to tell you that I am not counting your sins…2 Corinthians 5: 18-19 Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled…2 Corinthians 5: 18-19 His death was the ultimate expression of my love for you…I John 4: 10 I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love…Romans 8: 31-32 If you receive the gift of my son Jesus, you receive me…I John 2: 23 And nothing will ever separate you from my love again…Romans 8: 38-39 Come home and I’ll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen…Luke 15: 7 I have always been Father, and will always be Father…Ephesians 3: 14-15 My question is…Will you be my child?…John 1: 12-13 I am waiting for you…Luke 15: 11-32 Love, your Father, Almighty God.FACT if a woman is pregnant and does not want to be, her only option is removing the life inside of her womb FACT everyone can confirm that if she does not remove the life in her womb, she will deliver that life into the world in approximately 9 months FACT if there is nothing born from her womb, then death had to occur FACT as Ronald Reagan so elegantly said..."I've noticed that every one that is for abortion has already been born." FACT more

Resolved Question: girls can i tell her it's about her or? tbh i can't beleive she hasn't guessed but?

i'm frontman in a band (not a good one) and my girlfriend asked why i've never written a song about her. the thing is i have and it's considered by most to be our best song, but it's a bit dark, like a bit of a downer, cause it's about how i felt while we were friends and i thought it would never happen. so girls if it were about you would you feel bad in some way? should i tell her it's about her? i see the world from my window up there in, she's tearin, my irony tower if i stay inside i think of her if i go outside i think of her...more she's who i like, she's who i know see other girls, not into those she's not like them, because she knows how to be kind, even to those who aren't like her, not beautiful she fills my heart, until it's... full (music breaks down) a friendship if not a romance, it wispers, it echoes, kind and so funny, caught me at a glance and i was once told that the summer may come (metaphor that i may have a chance) but i was once told that she'd ne-e-ver love...me she's who i love, she's who i know so i'll sit here, at my window she's who i love, she's who i know so i'll sit here, at my window see i've got no moneeeey, but i'm still drinking on sundaaay told she'd never love meeee and that's why i'm drinking on sundaaayit IS irony, the irony is that when i was alone i would think about her so much, so you'd think get out there find other girls but when i'd meet other girls i'd just hink how they weren't like her more

Open Question: Who is your favorite WWE wrestler, who is your favorite TNA wrestler, and do they have anything in common?+BQ?

TNA AND WWE fans, a question for you: Your favorite WWE wrestler: Your favorite TNA wrestler: What do they have in common: Which one is better: BQ: Your favorite TNA knockout: Your favorite WWE diva: What do they have in common: Which one is better: Example- Favorite WWE diva: Maryse TNA knockout: Angelina Love what do they have in common: They both are beautiful ;) Which one is better: Angelina Love (more talented) Or maybe they don't have anything in common...so just write nothing. Thanks.Don't you forget to Star ;) I mean that question IS creative... more

Open Question: Who do you want to win BNTM6?

Who do you want to win BNTM? I wanted Joy or Kirsty to win but now that Kirsty's gone (she should have stayed that week though) Joy's pretty much the only one I like. Amelia and Tiffany are ok though. I can't stand Alisha, I know people that behave like her and they're so rude and full of themselves. I don't get what the fuss over Charlotte is about - she's ordinary - but a pretty ordinary. But Joy's beautiful and so was Kirsty. Charlotte doesn't even seem very nice/real but I think she's the type of girl the British public consider pretty so yeah. I hope they do some proper fashion shoots soon - I'm sick of them either being half naked (or worse) or in plain clothes jumping off some scaffolding. Amelia and Joy did look beautiful in that shoot though (not in their 'best shots' but just when they'd been done up for the shot.). So who do you want to win? ^^I can write a lot. edit: suggested category Sports > Cricket. more

Open Question: top 10 quotes by 50 cent: what do u think? dude is hilarious?

1. I can't belive my grand mothers making me take Out the garbage I'm rich fuck this I'm going home I don't need this shit. Got dam it motherfuckers I'm having a bad dayThere's other people at the house she just likes to boss me around. I took out the garbage She mad cause I havent been over there a lot I been working my grand father was laughingAnd shit fuck that 2. What I'm strapped, I'm strapped Niggas aint gone do nothing to me I kill nigga ,I kill. 3. If your a rapper and you sold 5,000 cdsYa fat and turn 44 years old you might want Get prostate checked and your colon cleanse 4. Look michelle obama Need I thug in her life fuck that come hereGirl you can be my mentor. I need a smart girl So she can be teaching me shitI like that kinda shit it turn me on 5. You know one day I might wanna run for president like wyclef I must stop using such profanity. Then again fuck that 6. I really don't like when people call me crazy I'm not crazy I'm special and I don't wish bad on anyone. Learn to love me 7. I musta had a dream last night cause I woke up this morning wanting me one of them fine assWhite girls. You that see that! My frist tweet and the racist nigga bitches are attacking me. Kobe bryant got a white bitch. lamar got a whiteBitch. Tigger had like 50 white bitches What the fuck are they mad at me for 8. You get perks when ur a fine white women in america they gave lindsay lohan 90 days da bitch did 4 how come when I get 90 days I do 90 days 9. Paris got cought with some cocaine last night Man that bitch been sniffin that yola We was in mia a couple yrs ago she was gettin fucked up 10. I think chelsea handler is beautiful I wanta see what that dog lookin at on her page 11. ima have to take keisha cole from that ball player nigga shit she ghetto I'm ghetto. I know she gone take the gun charge if cops come 12. I just looked at kanye page what the fuck kind a spaced out tweets are those. fuck that I aint never looking at that shit again 13. Man when I figure out how to use the spell Check on this motherfucker you niggas in trouble 14. Bitch why you say I shoulda went to schoolI can buy a dam school you went to hoe fuck you Ya dog, funky bitch 15. Look man I'm sorry I've been cursing. But fuck that shit I gotta express myself bitch 16. I think I'm confused now I want a black girl who can do anal like its nothing. I'm sorry I was just watching porn 17. I'm looking for a good main girl. I got me a good side bitch already 18. My grandma pregnant again trying to talk her out of keeping it 19. If you a stripper and you have a low self esteem Its probably because your fat and ugly. I suggest you kill yourself 20. Man I love being me I just do what the fuck I wanta do who ever don't like it can kiss my black ass 21. Obamas ratings are down cause he didn't include pimpin and hoein in stimulus package. Good hoes would boost male moral and fix the recession 22. Shit I should run america. first thing I'd do is cut my taxes then tell yal chill the fuck out ima get to the rest of the problems 23 Man I hit that nigga jah with the death blow. His own family don't wanta see him on holidaysLol 24. You know who look like a poodle but is really a bit bull Monica she a cute little thang but she hood she go hard in da paint 25. I can multitask man. I fuck a bitch, type on twitter and write a song at the same time. And all of them be a hit! I'm a cold nigga 26. Look man I told you motherfuckers if you aint 18 quit following me around this motherfucker. This adult entertainment! 27. I want everybody to know from the bottom of my heart I do not appreciate yal calling me crazy I'm special 28. If your a girl that would ask your man to wait with u till your period go's away. Your going to lose that man. My advice suck a dick. Lol 29. Check out my new background. This is for ladies only I don't want you cock sucking niggas looking at this lol. Ok I'm gonna be fare check it out nigga this is what you should look like more

Resolved Question: A quick re-post, what do you think of these characters?

I was thinking of writing a Historical Drama/Romance set in Victorian-era Austria, in the time of the soft bustle (late 1860s.) Here's the characters I have going. And I know, it's a bit cheesy, but trust me, it's meant to be. These won't be the most profound gems you've ever seen, but I'm going for more commercial, entertainment value with this one. •Veronika Kovina: A young Russian aristocrat who moves to Vienna for the summer at the request of an old friend. She is well known on the Russian social scene as the cold, docile beauty with sharp features and discerning taste. She is generally well-liked, and has many friends and cohorts, but gets some flak for refusing even the most eligible of Russian bachelors. Also, it is becoming increasingly evident as she matures that there is far more to her than she lets on. Though collected and pristine on the surface, she has passion locked away inside of her. This entices and frightens her, and so at the brink of feeling any honest emotion she is overcome by vulnerability, and hides away as her usual purse-lipped snow queen. Will an exodus from icy Russia allow this fledgling flame to burn? •Tatyana Eranova: A close friend of Veronika’s. A true trickstress, Tatyana is cunning and deceptive, but only to her enemies and almost always in fun. Since the death of her mother she is left the heir to a young fortune. She is light hearted, always one for a laugh, but behind the fun and crafty Tatyana there’s doubt as to her future. After all, she’s made more than a few enemies back home with her wily antics, and now that she’s older this steam train has often considered winding down. Nevertheless, she demands to accompany Veronika to Vienna. Her energy is one of the few things that can brighten Veronika’s face and the two work very well together. She wants love, culture, and adventure, and she’s ready for everything Vienna has to offer. But is Vienna ready for her? •Katrina Eranova: Tatyana’s exquisitely beautiful younger sister. If Veronika is a snow queen, Katrina is an ice empress. Though once a giddy companion to her sister, you’d be hard-pressed to get a smile out of her since the death of Nadia Eranova last winter. She never knew her father, and her mother left so quickly that all she feels is numbness that won’t go away. Numbness and a growing jealousy-anger towards her sister, who was able to move past the death. She feels obligated to accompany her sometimes reckless sister to Vienna to protect their reputation, although she’s engaged to be married at the end of the summer. She’s far from in love, in fact, she’s forgotten that love can be anything but a fading memory. •Annaliese Von Bryndin: Annaliese is one of the first socialites Veronika meets in Austria. She has a shimmer about her, from her long red hair, to her bubbly voice, to the way her wrists flick from side to side as she walks. A superlative dancer, Annaliese can waltz like a dream to any tempo. Though not conventionally beautiful, with long, red hair, a long nose, thin lips, and small, slanted eyes, her charm makes her one of the most coveted bachelorettes in Vienna. For all her perks, though, she is a bit on the odd side, and her moral sense is definitely questionable. But you’d never, ever guess her intentions behind those little sapphire eyes. •Fabian Viis: Fabian is Vienna’s newest sensation. The young beau is from a family in the lower aristocracy, but his impressive fashions and charming (if outlandish) antics have taken Vienna by storm. You can’t walk down the street without hearing of his superb shoe buckles or his latest spontaneous endeavor. Though he can’t seem to ignore his brother’s and father’s advice to “grow up,” and must admit that he is little more than a child with a dreadfully short attention span behind the finery. He is a man of many fabrics, many facets, and many women. However, he can’t seem to get his mind off the new Russian beauty with taste almost as good as his own. Will the fabulous Fabian be able to defrost Veronika’s heart, or will he move on to the dozens of other girls whispering his name behind their fans? •Franz Viise: Fabian’s older brother. While Fabian relishes his youth, Franz pushes it away. Troubled by the vain world he sees waltzing by him, Franz finds comfort in the piano. Rhythm is his Parisian silk, midnight escapades and rhinestones. Unlike the looser Fabian, Franz’s attentions are directed towards none but Vienna’s most graceful redheaded beauty. Franz is billed as the calmer, more sensible of the brothers, but he feels growing resentment towards the selfish Fabian escalated by his brother’s uncanny ability to draw Annaliese’s stares. more

Open Question: Dreamland Film Adaption Should be Soon!!!?

I am in love with the book "Dreamland" by Sarah Dessen, Someone NEEDS to adapt the book to film already. but what i want to know is who do you think Should play Rogerson and Caitlin and the other secondary characters? People with are closest to the description Sarah Dessen writes in the book. I personal think if Avan Jorgia Dreadlocked his hair he could play Rogerson but I dont know about Caitlin. Summary: On the morning of her 16th birthday Caitlin O'Koren wakes up to find that her older sister, Cass, has runaway with her boyfriend. Having spent her whole life in the shadow of her beautiful and brilliant sister, Caitlin suddenly finds herself thrust from the familiar darkness of invisibility into the glaring light of public and parental scrutiny. She has no choice but to forge a new identity, metamorphose into someone other than Cass's perfectly average little sister. The question, of course, is how. Enter Rogerson: the dreamy-eyed, dreadlocked, BMW driving, pot-smoking bad-boy who makes all the girls swoon and leaves Caitlin reeling from his indescribably sexy aloofness. Has Dessen created the stereotypical love interest? Absolutely. Has nearly every girl since the beginning of time had a crush on a guy like this at some point in her life? Pretty much. However, beyond the immediate and intense physical attraction there lies a more complicated reason for her piqued interest. In him she sees an opportunity to reinvent herself. "I saw myself, then, setting out across uncharted territory, places Cass had never been or seen or even heard of. My world was suddenly wide and limitless, as vast as the sky and stars I'd been dazzled by earlier, and it all started there with the door he was holding open for me." From that moment on, Caitlin and Rogerson are utterly inseparable. It's an exciting time, full of new friends, strange places, first experiences, and new love. (Dessen does an excellent job of capturing the incomparable feeling of first love, that time in your life when a day spent watching him fix his car seems like a really well spent day.) Rogerson's dangerous lifestyle is intoxicating, and Caitlin soon finds herself drinking in his wildness and "filling up the empty spaces all those second-place finishes had left behind." The very second Rogerson's fist makes contact with Caitlin's jaw for the first time, her once perfect dream-world comes crashing down, giving way to a very real nightmare. The beatings continue, become more frequent and intensely violent, but Caitlin never tells a soul or reaches out for help. She has become addicted to the way Rogerson makes her feel like someone other than a "little-sister, pretty girl's sidekick, or second runner-up." How does she cope? With drugs to numb the pain and turtlenecks to hide the hurt. In the wake of Rogerson's wrath, invisibility is the one thing Caitlin desperately desires --- ironically, back when she was living in Cass's shadow, invisibility was the one thing she most feared. Why is it so difficult for some girls to extricate themselves from abusive relationships? It's a question that has long plagued modern society, a question that Sarah Dessen, with the same characteristic sensitivity and insight that garnered her praise for KEEPING THE MOON (1999), takes up in DREAMLAND. Her theory? If your not sure of who your Self is, then how can you preserve and protect It? She makes it so simple it's complicated. more

Open Question: What do you think of this so far? Be truthful pleasel!! Is it rubbish?

So I'm just starting to write the beginning of a story. I've always liked it, but I was just never really sure whether I was good at doing it or not. I'm am thirteen, so don't expect a work of art! But constructive criticism would be appreciated! Thanks! ‘It’s just the way you smile...It’s perfect...’ His words replayed in her mind, as they had been, non-stop, for the past three hours. She closed her eyes, wishing more than anything that his tender voice would leave her mind long enough for her to get some sleep. ‘...The way my heart goes mental when I see you...’ The girl began to roll onto her side restlessly -in slight hope that she’d be able to get more comfortable- but didn’t get very far because of the bounds connected into her body. Hell, she’d have pulled away from all the constricting wires and turned on her head in the middle of the floor if it worked to make her sleep. ‘...How I can’t help but catch my breath when I look into your eyes...’ She didn’t just hear his voice. All the little things came back to her too. Tiny details she wouldn’t have even thought of again, had this not happened. Like the sound of the rain as it pattered heavily on the windshield. How he’d looked apologetic for the weather, how she enjoyed their evening none-the-less. The chill that had entranced her bare arms and gave her goose bumps. ‘God...You’re so beautiful...’ How she had nervously picked at her nails, beginning to get suspicious of his intentions. How nervous he looked. The way his lips turned softly into a smile. The guilt she had soon felt after, thinking such bad things of him. The scream she couldn’t get out of her mouth quick enough. ‘...I just can’t seem to get you out of my thou-’ The initial impact of it all. The way she was violently thrown forward, then back. The way her vision went all blurring for a moment, then how the light dimmed down then slowly back to the same as before. The way all she could hear was a ringing sound for a while. How the first real thing she did hear was the kind of sound you expected to hear at the cinema, with lots of hushed talking and that one group of people who were always louder than the rest. How she sat there, pinned to her seat by the shock of it all. How it was only until a salt tear ran into her mouth did she realize she was crying. The girl pressed her hands to her temples, trying to think of anything but what had happened less than five hours ago. She, again, realized she was crying when she tasted salt. ‘Someone call for help! HURRY! This boy looks extremely injured!’ Then it wasn’t just salt the she tasted, it was faintly metal. Soon enough, she realized that she had bitten her tongue that hard she was bleeding. ‘Are you okay? Where do you hurt?’ She began to dig her fingers into her eyes sockets, trying to erase the memories. But the picture seemed to be imprinted on the back of her eyelids. The way the doctors had looked down at Daniel doubtfully in the Ambulance, then at each other, then finally at her. Not saying anything. The way it felt when they told her he didn’t make it. Suddenly the room got very hot and the wires that were on the girl’s body seemed to be constricting her, holding her close to the bed. She struggled to move, to drag air into her lungs. She was panicking, she knew it. But she couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down her flushed cheeks. ‘I’m so sorry ...’ She began clawing at her needle that was dug in her hand. Pulling a clip off of her finger and chucking it down. Beep. Beep. As she did a regular beep rang out from a machine that she hadn’t notice that was next to her. Just adding to more noise is her chaotic mind. Beep. Beep. ‘Painless... Very quick...’ In her haste to untangle herself from this awful place the girl had jerked her head back and wacked it on metal railing behind her. ‘...Instant...’ Beep. Beep. Beep. She cried out, fresh tears springing to her eyes. Beep. Beep. ‘He wouldn’t have felt a thing.’ Abruptly the mahogany coloured door was shoved open and two women in very light blue uniforms came rushing in. The girl twisted and turned, screaming so loud it made her throat sore as soon as she began. She just wanted this to stop, she wanted sleep. Needed it, even. Wanted to be able to rest for five minutes. They approached quickly, swiftly. Beep. Beep. Beep. Holding her down, one of them forced the needle back into the back of her hand which hurt like hell then she picked up the clip and put it back on her finger. ‘Calm down.’ The second woman said soothingly. Take deep breaths.’The girl couldn’t manage to slow her breathing, and she was still fidgeting on the bed. The woman who was still holding her down nodded to the first one and she swiftly disappeared. She soon came back with a syringe in her hand and the girl began to tremble and again tried to turn away, sit up, roll over and off the bed, anything to get away from the woman. She felt a sharp prick in her left upper arm and very quickly felt exhausted. Her limbs relaxed and she slumped back into the thin mattress and her eyes drooped. She had escaped Daniel’s haunting voice at last. Would finally get the sleep she desperately needed. The two nurses turned and walked out of the room. The girl was asleep before the door was even shut behind them.Even though her body was absolutely exhausted and completely drained of energy and despite the fact that she was now in a deep dreamless sleep, the girl’s mind somehow managed one harsh final blow at her. Only, this time it was different. It was not Daniels soft voice, or the loudly spoken man in his mid-thirties who had first found them or even of any of the multiple doctors she had spoke to, or rather, been spoken at by. The voice that rang out in bitterness was one that was the voice she heard most often. The last voice she was expecting to hear it from. And although what it said what unexpected it stuck in her mind, and she knew from that moment on, that she would believe what it had just spat at her in malice forever. ‘It’s all your fault...’ The voice was her own. Also, I don't know how to end this bit. Should I do the ending there, or : 'The voice was hers.' Or 'The voice belonged to her.' ?? more

Open Question: read my story pleasee? :)?

I just started it and it probably doesn't sound too great because its like the first page. But just let me know if you like the story, my writing style and all. And if you could give me ideas that'd be awesome too. Lexi hopped off of her skateboard and jumped up the stairs of the roaring yellow school bus pulled up at the street curb. Looking over the crowded bus filled with rowdy teenagers, she walked to the third last seat, where Matt, her best friend was slouched at the window side of the two seater, his head leaning against the cold surface, sleeping. Lexi plopped down beside him and nudged him, saying “Matt, wake up!” Matt jumped, his eyes popping open. Completely annoyed, he looked over at who ruined his sleep, but then relaxed back into his seat when he saw his best friend grinning at him. “Damn Lexi, you scared me.” Even though Matt was angry, he couldn’t help but smile when she giggled an apology. “So, did you do your math homework?”Lexi then asked, all business, pulling out a folder and a pencil from her backpack. “Of course,” Matt said, pulling his own homework out, knowing that Lexi needed to copy off of it. Grabbing his sheet of paper, she set it down on her folder and started copying away. “Thanks, dude. What would I do without you?” “Fail math class?” Matt said, making his best friend laugh. In the silence that lead, while Lexi was busy writing down numbers and equations, Matt stared at her. She was so beautiful. Her big, sea green eyes, and dark hair that was always slightly a mess, her side bangs covered half of her eye. Her skin glowed, and her smile was amazing, showing off her shiny white teeth. She was effortlessly gorgeous, yet she was so ignorant of her flawlessness. By the time Lexi finished, the bus was pulling up to the school parking lot. Handing Matt back his paper, she shoved her own into her backpack. She thanked him once more, and then when the bus screeched to a stop, she walked out, with Matt following next to her. Matthew Parker and Alexandria Coleman have been best friends since the second grade, ever since Lexi moved to New Jersey from New York City. When they got inside the school, Matt leaned against the locker next to Lexi’s while she shoved things aside in her messy locker to grab what she needed for her classes. When she was just about finished, she looked over at Matt and said, “Don’t you have to go to your locker?” “Right,” Matt said, snapping back into attention. He ran a hand through his curly brown hair. “See you later,” he said and walked to his locker. It was an ordinary school day, and nothing too interesting happened. Lexi got her skateboard taken away because of riding it in the halls, and Matt passed a test.The two of them ate lunch together, and when the final bell rang, he waited for Lexi by the stairs outside of school. Usually they would walk home together, and today, she was running a bit late. Matt leaned against the red bricked wall, shoving his hands into his pockets, and waited for about fifteen minutes. He was starting to get pretty impatient and was just about to leave. But then he saw her. From a short distance, he finally saw Lexi approaching, slowly and calmly, her backpack hanging over one shoulder, and her hands in her pockets. He was just about to run over to her, but before he did, a tall skinny boy wearing a white t shirt and black jeans walked up to her, calling her name. Lexi stopped, and turned around. When she saw the boy, a huge grin spread across her face. “Hey, Damon.” “Hey. Listen, do you think you could help me out with that assignment we got for Art class yesterday?” He took a step closer to Lexi. She smirked a little, and then said, “Only if you give me a ride on your motorcycle.” With that, the boy..Damon?.. took Lexi’s hand and led her to his shiny red motorcycle. Matt blinked a few times, and stood dead in his tracks. His shoulders slouched real low as he watched the girl he was in love with hop onto the back seat of some guys motorcycle, hugging his stomach, and speeding off away with him. He was obviously no competition over that tall, good-looking guy and his motorcycle. Matt kicked the wall real hard, then threw his backpack over his shoulders. He put his headphones in and turned the music up as loud as it went, and walked home. Alone. more

Voting Question: I need some feedback for my English essay, any feedback will be appreciated?

This is my essay and I am not finished yet. I just wanted feedback bfore I moved on. I had to create my own superhero and had to write how they fulfilled their duty. Any help will be appreciated Saving another soul She awoke from another amazing sleep at night and found herself staring out the window at the beautiful blue sky and the bright sunshine reflecting her simple and elegant room. She thought of how amazing her life was and felt zealous for another day full of helping the sick young children and adults. She could not have been more passionate about helping and caring for those people. She threw her fuzzy, zebra- printed covers off the bed and rushed to her kitchen to eat her healthy nutritious breakfast, for how could she skip the most important meal of the day. Not only that but she needed all the energy she could get to refuel herself. She quickly made herself a crunchy toast with strawberry jam that melted in her mouth. As she was getting dressed, she could not contain her emotions; she felt so excited and could not wait to go help the people who were waiting for her help. She threw her bright pink tank top on with the elegant silver letters that wrote “Saving Another Soul”. On her way out she grabbed the chocolate cupcakes that had creamy icing with appealing sprinkles on top. She ran out the door and arrived at her first stop. There was a 2 year old boy who was calling out for help and he had tears dripping down his cheeks. The poor kid was suffering from Leukemia. When she walked in, she felt like her heart was going to stop. She thought to herself what a strong soul he had, that he was bearing that much pain. She quickly got on with the process as she wanted to cure the disease as soon as possible. She put her warm hand on the little boys’ heart. Instantly he was cured. Before she left, she handed him a cupcake and felt satisfaction when she saw the smile in his cute big blue eyes. He shoved the cupcake in his tiny mouth and said to her “thank you” in his cute little voice. She arrived to her next stop and there was a young handsome boy that was in his teenage years. She wondered to herself what disease could such a handsome man possibly have. When she asked him, he responded by saying “I am dying from lung cancer,” with his croaky voice. She relieved him by telling him that she would cure him in an instant. She took her warm hand and placed it above his throbbing chest more

Voting Question: please read?please save me?please guys?

I am a girl aged 16.3 years ago I started to know a man aged 28.he have Phd but he was'nt from high class family.we were friend for 2 years even after he moved abroad but during this 2 years sometimes he was good to me & sometimes he was bad to me.I really fall in love with him,he was the only thing that I wanted in this world.during these 2 years sometimes when I called him some times he spoke too good to me & sometimes he started to turturing me by giving phone to a girl that was next to him that time...sometimes he answered my emails & sometimes he never answered even for 2 monthes,at first he was too good to me it seemed I was the only thing that he wanted but her manner changed...he always wanted to end the realation & then I cried & asked him to stop leaving me...I was in bad romance I really wanted him .one day when I was asleep I saw someone wrote my name on the paper & then he wrote his name like taylorDavid....but when I woke up I thought it was just a dream but at night I thought maybe it is his email's password & it was.I saw he forwarded my emails to his friend & he told them what should I do with this baby??I saw he forwarded my photoes to his friends,his friends answered him she is beautiful good for you.I saw emails of a girl she sends him emails everyday yeah right she was his engage...& he had alot of gf on facebook that every week he saw one of them.I read his emails for 3 monthes but after that when I called him one day he gave the phone to one of his friend & wanted me to speak with him from his speaking I undrestanded who is he I asked his name so he did'nt tell so I told his name & I cuted the phone.after 1 hour I called him again he was angry he asked me how I know his friend's name but I did'nt tell him I was afraid of him.he sent me emails he wanted to know how I know his name at the end I told him the truth beacause he told me if I don't tell from where I know his name he won't talk to me anymore.then he asked me how I know the password I told him I saw the password in my dream when I was sleep he told you are lieing you are a hacker he gave me his brothers email & told me to find the password.his brother was a big businessman.I told him I can't hack then he started to say bad words to me he told stupid girl go away from me after that he did't answer my emails & my phones .it pasts 1 year from that time.now I am a fashion model & I study really hard but I still did'nt forget him everytime I fell something empty it is his,help? more

Voting Question: please help?should I get revenge about him?

Resolved Question: I have a real problem... what do you guys think?

Okay, so I have my whole story for you all right here; Back when I was in 8th grade I met this beautiful girl in a grade below me. She was new to my school and I wanted to get to know her. No one liked her, but for some reason I fell in love with her. I asked her out a few times (after getting familiarized with one another of course) and she rejected me 3 times. That didnt discourage me, and we still stayed good friends. My freshman year came and I started seeing this girl in my grade who gave me way too many problems, so I broke it off with her. After that the girl that denied me 3 times said she liked me and wanted me to be her boyfriend. We couldnt be happier with eachother. She is now the freshman, and I am a sophomore. I usually hit it off great with parents but for some reason hers dont like me. I did absolutely nothing from the very beginning. Before her parents knew we were dating we used to talk for HOURS on the phone and fall asleep together on the phone. No more. Her mom wont let me see her, all because of a text that she found on her phone that was talking about the kiss I had planted on her neck a day earlier. Her mom now says that I want the wrong things from her daughter and I cant even say hello to her in public or things I have the right to be at such as school football games etc. Do you think this is a little unfair? I have been with her for 8 months and we NEVER see eachother. I love her so much, and I dont want to break it off, but in these 8 months I have only spent quality time with her 4 times. When we talk on the phone now, she needs to wait till her mom and her moms boyfriend leave the house, and then the moment they get home she has to rush off. When we are in public she has to ignore me if her mom or moms boyfriend is around because she is afraid of what they might do as far as separating us goes. She isnt even allowed to text me. She is always getting grounded over stupid stuff, and her mom absolutely hates me. When she found the text about the necking, she text me saying dont bother responding. I have always been nice to her mom. I responded anyhow by simply saying my intentions are good, never were they bad and that that text was harmless. When I wrote it I was a little upset so before all that I put, "this is MY response..." and so on so forth, etc. But Idk what to do. The situation is terrible, a whole lot worse than this. And she is a cheerleader my girlfriend. We really do love eachother but our situatuion is ridiculous and my mental stress is ridiculous. I cry over her ALL THE TIME. Now Im at the point where I almost feel nothing at all... what do I do? PLEASE HELP! more

Resolved Question: Unrequited lesbian love (long, funny and sweet)?

So, I'm out and proud and all that - 17 years old. This summer, I met this girl named Courtney (she’s 19) at a week long conference far away from where both of us lives. She and I had two other guy roommates, and we all basically lived together in a The Real World type setting. She knew about my being a lesbian, and I knew that she had a boyfriend (who‘s 24). I fell for her almost instantly. The thing is, I don’t know if my feelings were entirely unrequited. -She showed me old Facebook pictures where she had a really short, spiky, stereotypical lesbian haircut, and I essentially started drooling, forgot how to breathe for a second, and told her she was too sexy to look at, laughing, running away from the pc (awkward). -She caught me watching her walk away (even more awkward). -She playfully jumped in my arms one night, and I wouldn't let her go. -We played hand games in train stations. -She held my hands when I was jumping off of something, singing “Lazy Eye” -She let me lay on her shoulder. -She laid on her bed with me, and sang “Almost Lover” to me while looking in my eyes. -I went to the bathroom at a restaurant, came back, and she threw her arms around my waist and said, “I missed you.” -She confided in me when she and her bf were having trouble. She wouldn’t tell anyone else anything. She let me give her advice. -She let me draw on her, all over her body with dry erase marker for fun one night while we laughed together. And for the finale… I wrote a poem for her, which I folded and left on her pillow the last night we would be together. It basically wrote that I liked her a lot, felt self conscious around her, that she was special, and that her boyfriend was lucky to have her. After she read it she exclaimed “awww” and hugged me really tightly. In my ear, she said, “I love you,” really softly. She didn’t say it in a romantic way, and she didn’t say in a friendship type way. I don’t really know what she meant by it, but I replay her voice in my head everyday. So… I’m extremely attracted to her, almost like she pulls me in, and makes me tingle. She’s just the right kind of smart, just the right kind of funny, the right kind of sympathetic and empathetic, we have the same beliefs and similar values. She’s beautiful, and it’s been two months since I last saw her, and I haven’t been able to get her out of my head. We made each other laugh constantly, but knew when to speak seriously. I think I love her, but I don’t know what she thought of me. Thoughts? more

Voting Question: I wrote this, is it any good?

I just got bored to I decided to write something. The point of view is suppose to be in a guy's perspective but I'm a 14 year old girl, therefore, I have no idea if I made him sound like a dude... Uhm, yeah, don't be rude. There's a difference between critisism and being a jerk. CAPS=italics! At times I wonder why I wasn’t born into a normal family. I mean, is it normal for your mother to be obsessed with exotic birds and every fact about them? No, it’s not. It’s normal for your mother to be obsessed with the QVC shopping network on television. THAT'S normal. It’s also pretty strange when you’re twin sister is convinced witch craft actually works. Magic is not real, and being persuaded into thinking so is just plain NOT NORMAL. Do you see where I’m going with this now? I’m the only sane person in my house, and it’s just about time I get pulled onto the crazy train. There’s only one thing about my life that is normal; my school life. In school, I’m a jock and I have a beautiful, popular girlfriend. I have friends, I have good grades, and I’m pretty much good at, well, everything. I wouldn’t say I’m cocky per say. I’m just very confident, very, very confident. I mean, everyone wants to know me, be me, do me, whatever. As long as nobody knows my little secret, I’ll go down in history as the guy who had it all. “Mom said that you have to take me to Charmed or else you can’t buy new painting supplies.” Eliza says, in her squeaky voice. She has school notes written all over her arms, because she doesn’t believe in wasting paper on school related stuff, or something like that. She always gets in trouble for it, but for some reason never actually GETS in trouble for it. She says she puts spells on the teachers. I say she’s nuts and needs to be put on medication. “Why do I have to take you? I hate Charmed.” I roll my eyes and she crosses her arms. Charmed was some cheap shack filled with plastic skulls and colorful candles. They claimed to be a witch craft store, and Eliza insists on going at least once every two weeks so she can stock up on more, well, frankly I don’t even know what she buys there. I don’t GO there! “Mom said.” Eliza smirked at me as she leans against my door way. I get up and shrug passed to her to find my creator. Yeah, I don't know. I had an idea and if this is any good I think I want to finish it, for me obviously. Thanks! :)Yahoo! took out my indents, just so you know.Joe S, that last line threw me off and now I have no idea if that was positive or negetive. I'm going to go with negetive.id like to point out this is like, really short. so obviously nobody but me knows where i want it to go. but i am taking all of the advice. more

Voting Question: This sounds weird, but what color hair do you imagine this character having?

I'm writing a novel with the main character being a strong and independent, though with a lot of flaws beneath her classy, charming demeanor. Here's the first chapter of my novel (it's optional to read) so you can take a better look of who my character is. http://www.booksie.com/literary_fiction/novel/claire_van_der_kerc/a-thousand-clandestinities I left out any physical description at first to leave it up to the reader to interpret it, but she's supposed to be svelte and slender, with light brown or blue eyes, and she's certainly not ugly, but she isn't the most beautiful girl (I'm trying to make this more "real.") Thanks for answering! more

Resolved Question: Why would she be ignoring me?

We've been talking for 8 months and been really having great coversations. It's a lot to read, but please...help me out here. This was the last thing she wrote to me: Ohhh haha I dont know something just told me lol. Wow your brave haha the ball thing sounds the most scariest!! I went on this ride at Rainbows End (a themepark in NZ) and its called the fear fall and it takes you super super high then leaves you in the air for a bit to admire the veiw (or in my case freak out hardcore haha) then it goes whooooosh and your back on the ground. Freakiest moment of my life lol Wow did you win a competition or something? This might sound like a weird question but have you told your parents about me? Awwww i wish I was there to :) That would be awesome, do you mind if you ring my cellphone? Or will that cost more? Its just coz I have the Making-of-film thing tomorrow and Im not sure what time I'll be home...if you ring me on my cell and im busy filming I'll just yell 'Cut! Take a break' haha coz your more important :) Then I wrote this: I conquered my fears a while ago. haha What made you brave enough to go on it? Nah, my dad has a credit card that you can earn credit on it when spending money on it. Yeah, I talked about you and stuff. I told them that I met this beautiful girl from New Zealand that has dwarfism on Facebook, and that I really enjoy talking to her. Have you told anybody about me? I guess we’ll have to save that moment for another day then. :) I don’t mind at all, well no the cost will remain the same. That made me smile, thanks Ella :) I really can’t wait to hear from you. :) By the way, did my un-rain dance work for you? :P haha Then I wrote this: I tried calling you like a bizzllion times (hard time typing in all the right numbers) lol, but for some reason I couldn't get threw to you. I thought maybe the number I had was incorrect, so I went on your profile and see if you had it there. When I called that number, (first time started ringing) a guy picked up the phone. I thought maybe it was your dad or something, so I asked if Ella ******** was there. He asked me who was this? I told him my name and then I asked if this is New Zealand. He said yeah, and then I asked him if this was Auckland, and he said yeah again. He then asked where I was from and asked how the weather in America. I kept answering and still waiting on that response if you were there or not. We kept on having coversations and he FINALLY said, "I don't know who Ella Sargison is." He told me then that he was calling from a Holiday Inn. I told him that I had to go and he was like okay, good luck on calling her! I said thanks and hung up. I laughed my *** off when it was over. xD hahaha I call you tommorow night, but this was definetly an interesting night though. xD hahaha What time can I call you tommorow, I think it be better if I called you on your schedule. By the way, what is your cell number again? and lastly this: Uh, sorry about writing so much tonight. haha It's been a week and I messaged her this: Hey, what's been new with you? Btw, this is online on Facebook. I'm 17 and she is 16. more

Voting Question: Why is she ignoring me?

We've been talking for 8 months and been really having great coversations. It's a lot to read, but please...help me out here. This was the last thing she wrote to me: Ohhh haha I dont know something just told me lol. Wow your brave haha the ball thing sounds the most scariest!! I went on this ride at Rainbows End (a themepark in NZ) and its called the fear fall and it takes you super super high then leaves you in the air for a bit to admire the veiw (or in my case freak out hardcore haha) then it goes whooooosh and your back on the ground. Freakiest moment of my life lol Wow did you win a competition or something? This might sound like a weird question but have you told your parents about me? Awwww i wish I was there to :) That would be awesome, do you mind if you ring my cellphone? Or will that cost more? Its just coz I have the Making-of-film thing tomorrow and Im not sure what time I'll be home...if you ring me on my cell and im busy filming I'll just yell 'Cut! Take a break' haha coz your more important :) Then I wrote this: I conquered my fears a while ago. haha What made you brave enough to go on it? Nah, my dad has a credit card that you can earn credit on it when spending money on it. Yeah, I talked about you and stuff. I told them that I met this beautiful girl from New Zealand that has dwarfism on Facebook, and that I really enjoy talking to her. Have you told anybody about me? I guess we’ll have to save that moment for another day then. :) I don’t mind at all, well no the cost will remain the same. That made me smile, thanks Ella :) I really can’t wait to hear from you. :) By the way, did my un-rain dance work for you? :P haha Then I wrote this: I tried calling you like a bizzllion times (hard time typing in all the right numbers) lol, but for some reason I couldn't get threw to you. I thought maybe the number I had was incorrect, so I went on your profile and see if you had it there. When I called that number, (first time started ringing) a guy picked up the phone. I thought maybe it was your dad or something, so I asked if Ella ******** was there. He asked me who was this? I told him my name and then I asked if this is New Zealand. He said yeah, and then I asked him if this was Auckland, and he said yeah again. He then asked where I was from and asked how the weather in America. I kept answering and still waiting on that response if you were there or not. We kept on having coversations and he FINALLY said, "I don't know who Ella Sargison is." He told me then that he was calling from a Holiday Inn. I told him that I had to go and he was like okay, good luck on calling her! I said thanks and hung up. I laughed my *** off when it was over. xD hahaha I call you tommorow night, but this was definetly an interesting night though. xD hahaha What time can I call you tommorow, I think it be better if I called you on your schedule. By the way, what is your cell number again? and lastly this: Uh, sorry about writing so much tonight. haha It's been a week and I messaged her this: Hey, what's been new with you?She ignored my last message to her.*sigh I think you're right george... No, I know for a fact that she is real.No, it's what I said. We've been doing good about coversations until I begin writing so much.... more

Resolved Question: My guy friends are getting kinda creepy and always hit on me?

The 1st group are my friends who catch the bus with me (all of them are younger than me) So when I’m on the bus, One of them Simon & he always talks about how I’m his 'follower' etc & he loves to touch me (when i have paint/pen/a watch on me etc) & it gets really annoyin sometimes Then the other day, we were waitin f$ the bus cuz it was late, & I was waiting with him+other friends & he asked me if I’d go with him (or his brother whos in grade 12) to his brothers graduation dinner & he was like "I'd get to see you in a hot dress" & I was like "I dunno" when I was thinking this i NO. Another Friend is Albert who I’ve know since I was 3 (he lives 2 houses down from me) & he's a year younger than me. I usually talk to him when I sit near him or when he's in a good mood. He likes anime (bleach etc.) & usually shows me pictures/videos on his phone of characters/parts he likes. Even ones that have over sized boobs. But I got used to it. then the other day on the bus him + Jesse (another friend (who thinks I’m bi & tries to feel me up a lot....)) were talking about how he has those 'anime porn' (as he quoted) picas on his phone & I was like yeah, he's shown me" & then Albert dropped his phone on my lap by accident (he was sitting in the sitting front of me) & he went to pick it up, but instead he just went 4 my boobs. I didn't know what to do so I picked up it up 4 him & gave it to him to stop him from looking. .then he was like "I just had a really sexy daydream about you” then he started to practically hump his chair. & I was just thinking to myself "he's just going through the stage in his life where he things with his dick. It’s okay. He’s not going to do anything weird..." but then he went 4 my boobs again.....he just reached over & he just went 4 them... Then Jesse (the one who things I’m bi & always tries to feel me up)....he's 2 years younger than me. I knew him from when he used to go to my school. He was sitting next to Albert, & he's like "your hair is so shiny" (I got it dyed) & he's just feeling my hair, & saying that I smell nice..... then him & Simon (first guy) are just like "Boom you have a cute face" "Boob you have beautiful blue eyes" "Boom you have lips" "Boom you have nice hair" "Boom you smell nice" "Boom you have a body" "Boom you have boobs" (there was an awkward silence....) I got freaked out & changed the subject... I didn't have any idea how to react to that whole thing.... 2nd group of friends who I go to school with. I helped out this year at the skool open day, & I showed this one specific family around & they came from South Africa, & seemed nice. Rico (3 years younger) & Chris (1 year younger) (the kids I was showing around) were starting this term at school, so they just wanted to look around to see what the school was like. When school started 4 the term, I saw them & said "hi" just being nice. I didn't really want to become close friends with them, just acquainted. Chris has been "stalking" me around school since (literally), & he thinks my name is Sam, when it's Ellen & he always gets to close (egg. at sport, I had my camera, & he just hugged me around the boobs & made my friend take a picture of us. it was scary & creepy) & never leaves me alone. I don't know how to tell him to just give me some space, & that Sam isn't actually my name. Another guy is JJ. He in my class & is like super tall & lanky, & he's a nice guy. Just he doesn't know personal space. he is always jumping & dancing around (he wants to be a rapper, & he writes AWESOME lyrics, just he does weird hand movement cuz of this) & he always runs up to me & hugs me & is always talking about Lupe Fiasco. He’s a sweet guy. Since he's tall (I’m like 170cm, & hes like 188cm) he always looks down my shirt when he thinks I’m not looking etc. I know that he used to like me. But I’m not sure if he still does, or if it's just his hormones/dick thinking 4 him or something! Finally there's Jaiden. I used to have a little crush on him, but now I just consider him my best guy friend :) he's new this term. I'm not sure if he's bi/gay/straight or what (cuz of the way he acts). He is awesome to be around cuz he's so straight 4ward & funny. He hates rangers, but he's just like "I hate rangers, but I don't hate you Ellen, I could never hate you" But he doesn't understand personal space sometimes. He just walks up to me & basically runs his hand down my body, & touches my boobs & bum, & is like "hey Ellen”. I’m kind of used to it when he's telling a joke or something & he does an example on me or something, but it'd kind of getting weird. Please help me out! I don't really know how to act around my friends anymore or why they're doing w more

Resolved Question: What do you think of this poem?

This was written 35 or 40 years ago, by someone whose name I do not know. But I like it, and wondered how many others do , too. I’M BEAUTIFUL INSIDE Your eyes are like the yolks Of a hundred scrambled eggs. Your arms are long enough That they could easily be legs. Your hips have got a swing That could be on my front porch. Your breath is like the fire Of a burning propane torch. Your hair is like a rat’s nest, Although you use all fine shampoos. I think I’ve seen your face before At many city zoos. Your walk has something in it That reminds me of a goose. Your voice is like the calling Of an ancient mother moose. And so you’re thinking maybe You should go and run and hide. But just keep thinking to yourself, I’m beautiful inside. more

Resolved Question: Names for characters in my story?

Well, as you can see, i'm writing a story and I need help with some names. and I want to see how you like some of the characters. 1. Main Girl. Long black hair. Crystal blue eyes. She is very beautiful, in a icy way. Is separated from her family at three-years-old and is raised by the bad guys in the story. Her personality is quite mean and isolated. She has plenty of friends but all of their fathers and mothers are on the bad side. Is the unknown twin of Adam. She is fourteen. Is the one and only with this kind of power.If Lord Damon caught her brother then they could be unstoppable. 2. Guy. His name is Adam Vohn. Messy black hair. Mint green eyes. After his and the main girls parents die when he is three years old he is taken away by The Order (Good guys) before Beatrix (One of the bad guys) takes him away. His personality is nice but he can be mean to the bad group of kids that taunt him. He has two very close friends and plenty of other friends. Is the unknown twin of the main girl. He is fourteen. Is one of the very rare kinds of mutants. (Haven't figured out a power yet..) 3. Woman. Beatrix Vossen. Long dark red hair. Amber eyes. Takes away the main girl and raises her as her own. Is a follower of Lord Damon (Leader of the bad guys) Is cruel, and demanding. Is a witch. About twenty three, dosen't age. 4. Guy. I don't know a name for him yet. He is the main girl's love interest and best friend. He is tall and blonde. Has dark brown eyes. Is arrogant and his power is that he can control (I need help with a power for him. But it needs to be powerful because he is the son of Beatrix Vossen. I don't want my bad guys to be weak. That just doesn't make a good book.) He falls in love with the main girl after a while to the annoyance of Adam who soon finds out she is his sister. Is a follower of Lord Damon later in the book. Is fourteen. 5. Guy. Lord Damon. He is the main bad guy in the book. (I need help with an appeareance, please! one that isn't stupid though. I like my villians to be impressive. He wears a black cloak everytime you see him in the book though.) He is dark and cold. He wants Adam and the main girl together so that he can take over the mutant world. He is a wizard. 6. Guy. One of Adam's best friends. (Need help with a name) He is tall and has dark brown hair. Light green eyes. He's clumsy and is often taunted by the bad kids. (Need help with a power. But I want it to be something that dosen't look that great but he can use it for amazing things if something comes up. Is fourteen. Has a human father and a mutant mother. Dosen't really trust the main girl until later in the story. 7. Girl. One of Adam's best friends. (Need help with a name) Has wintry blonde locks. Has dark gray eyes. She's very bossy and smart. She's absolutely gorgeous but Adam only sees her as a friend. She is a full mutant and she controls storms. She helps Adam and Adam's other best friend through alot of tough times. Well those are really the main characters. There are plenty more but those are the main ones. Constuctive criticism please! more

Voting Question: will you tell me what this means tell me what you think my dream?

I had a dream a couple of days ago i wrote it down i remember very little more than that.I can give you a little personal history.I have had many dreams of death and me dieing I have Died many times my favorite is and i cant help it some girl hits me in the face several times and im sitting in a hallway she has a gun to the side of my head and pulls the trigger and i die in slow motion it was great to tell you the truth.Now to the dream i had a couple of days ago. I am talking to someone I Do not know he gives me a bottle of whine or what i think is whine I go meet up with some people I find myself in a Mall or some big place I don't know i wander around and everyone is walking around aimlessly they appear to me as mindless slaves.I walk over to a table of Beautiful girls and some men i don't know the girls some of them i know some of them i do not.I am we are something I don't know vampires maybe its a feeling what am I who am I where and why.So much confussion but i don't care not anymore I pass the bottle everyone takes a sip the bottle gets to me sip sip and chug the rest of the bottle the weird taste whine blood something else I do not know tasted good.I go blind and feel rage anger hate so I rage rage rage bloodlust and murder I'm blind and I'm swinging at nothing bang bang bang hits to the face as I fall to the floor Someone falls on top of me by the size and pressure on me i believe it is my girlfriend one of the girls from the table I snap her neck I still feel rage I wander was I drugged then I know the one who gave me the bottle wanted this I knew at first but forgot and didn't care.Still on the ground I feel a weight on my chest and a grip around my neck I am being choked to death my chest caving in and I die. I think of death people see it as wrong some people that is death is what you make it to be your own perception I am Fascinated with death because no one really knows what happens after you die we know how you are born but death death is the question that has people talking.I killed my girlfriends actually by mistake blind with rage i snapper her neck and as for religon man its nothing to be with me or my dreams that i know it has many meanings but that is not one of them and never will be.stop with the religion and as for the murder she was my ex i love her but i was ok with her killing me more

Voting Question: Autobiography. Please help :)?

Autobiography: Write a statement about yourself of about 300 words. In the first part, tell who you are, and in the second part, tell what things influenced the decision to work with young children. Ok, this is what I have so far. Tell me if it's good, bad. If I should change anything. Whatever. I just need opinions. "This is a short story about me and my road to early childhood education. Let's start with the basics. My name is ______ I was born on August 29th, 1990. And raised in beautiful FWB, Florida. I attended many different schools in Okaloosa County during my childhood, and graduated from FWBHS in June 08'. My road to early childhood education started in September 09' when I began babysitting full time. That lead to many other babysitting jobs. And eventually one of the parents I babysat for reccomended me for an after-school care position at ________________ in FWB, Florida. I got the job in March 10' and started right away. I was a little nervous at first when I was assigned the K-2nd grade group because I has never worked with that many young children at one time. But by the end of my first day, I knew that I had finally found my path in life. Helping educate young children. I've learned so many things in my short time working with children. But most importantly, patience and kindness. I feel like my journey working with children has just begun. Though, one day I hope to become a first grade teacher, and to continue to impact the lives of young children for the better." more

Voting Question: Child care autobiography! Help!!!!!?

Resolved Question: Which name do you like better?

For a high fantasy story I'm writing, which name is better for my female lead? Finesse Winter or Willowby Winter? It's easy just to say which you like better for the two points, but if you want the 10 point best answer just tell me a little about why you like one or both names or what you think of when you see or hear it? I'll love you forever if you do! If you already have an easy answer for the two points, just skip the rest and answer. But if it'll help to hear more about her then read the rest. Kisses all around! -------------------------------------> -She has an upbeat and magnetic personality that often entices others to follow because something about her personality brings excitement to their lives. -She's kind of childish when confronted, because of her slightly aggressive and irrational side makes her fight back in a temper tantrum sort of way. This makes it hard for her to take orders from others. -Unafraid to tell a lie if it seems advantageous to do so. But she is bad at it if she doesn't rehearse it. -She believes that everybody matters, and won't hesitate to help even the most insignificant to the most undeserving if she's the only one who can or will, which usually she is. -She can be jealous and coveteous at times because she is possessive. -She is blond, with violet eyes, and is 18 years old. She a darling, and has this sad little smile that could break your heart to see. Of course she's beautiful, but she doesn't care. Though at times she can feel insecurity because of her intense drive to succeed, she pushes herself too hard. But her natural optimism masks the self doubt so none but those who know her best notice it -In the story she becomes a queen, and is a shape-shifter (though called something totally different, and with that come benifits) who has the power to separate her soul from her body. She is also a warrior, because she has something to prove and does everything herself. I like them both, so that's why I cannot decide. I was going for something nature-like and soothing, but uncommon. The villians name is Rubella (like the sickness) so I wanted something opposite. To me, Willowby sounds sweet and Finesse sounds more edgy, and I was going for sweet. But I'm not sure which I like better. I think I love you for reading the whole thing. Let's get married? ;D more

Voting Question: Girls, I could really use your advise please?

Hey, I’m not sure if anyone can help but I thought it worth asking. I’m just going to write honest so if it sounds corny or anything I apologise. So yea there’s a girl in my school who started about 4 months back and from the first time I saw her I’ve been really hooked on her. If I see her, my heart starts thumping, I get nervous, all that. I’ve been thinking about her literally all the time, I even broke up with my girlfriend because I didn’t think it fair on her that I was so into this girl and didn’t want to string her along. I guess I anticipated asking her out (never think she’d actually say no, which is prob likely to happen). I’ve tried talking to her, but I always chicken out. I say a feeble hi or something. I’m not usually the nervous type, but when I’m around her everything goes out the window and I’m like jelly. But yeah I did something real stupid that’s made me worse. I was in the library, and accidently bumped her with the door when I was leaving. She dropped her books, so I went to get them, she went down to and when I look at her I just blurted out “you’re beautiful” it just came out, so I said sorry but she smiled and said “it’s fine I’ve been called worse” so I thought it wasn’t a COMPLETE disaster but then I made it one, because she asked me my name and I said “Michael, I mean Nick (I said my middle name first for a reason I’ll never know), she said “Hi Michael I mean Nick” and introduced herself. I still don’t know why I said that, but I don’t think I can look the girl in the eyes again, if I ever could. How can I approach her without coming off like a crazy person? She probably thinks I’m a freak; I really just want to be able to talk to her without turning to rubber, but I’ve no idea how to start a convo with her. Any advise is appreciated right now. Thanks! more

Voting Question: i have a girlfriend and she is from brazil, i am here and leave in a few day and i wrote a note, is it good?

we have 6 days left together and it feels like we just met. im not even close to being able to say goodbye. i still have so many things to talk to you about, so many questions to ask you. you were the best thing that has happened to me this trip, and i dont want it to end. im not ready to say goodbye forever and i dont know if i ever will be. i dont want it to be over, i am willing to keep it if you are. i dont care if i dont see you for another year or even longer than that, i just want to have you. it would be harder for me to let you go than to move on. i cant believe how fast i fell for you from where i already was a year ago. i have always liked you ever since the bus ride and i might not have realized it in america, i might have forgotten but deep down i knew i did and when i came here it came to the surface and it struck me that i really like you. i never thought that we would be in this situation where you like me too. it is a dream come true. these past few weeks have merged themselves together, it has gone by so fast and i dont remember alot that has happened except for the moments with you. i can remember everything that we have done or talked about so clearely. i think about you everyday and all day. and your the first thing on my head when i wake up and the last before i go to sleep. the day at the beach house when you had to leave early, i woke up at 7:30 and immediately looked at my watch, i realized it was too late to say goodbye to you, so i went back to sleep. 2 hours later when andrea woke me up saying your dad was there and he could look at my foot, i completely forgot about the pain in my foot and got up and went downstairs to see you. there was nothing that could make my day besides you, and just making eye contact did it. that song i played for you, every word of it was true. i could sing you every love song out there, but that would never be enough to say how much i like you. it is hard to put words on how we feel about eachother, so we made one up. i kdihisif you more than anything. in fact, you are the one and only thing i kdihisif so you should feel very special because you are very speial to me. every time i hear a love song i think of you. or even when i am looking at the stars or sunset too. you make the skies look so much more blue when im with you.nothing can make me happier than when we talk for hours, when we look at each other and say nothing, when we show eachother music, when you teach me how to dance, when we listen to music not saying anything on long busrides, when we sit down and talk on a porch while its raining , laughing together, not understanding eachother, not being able to say how we really feel, wishing we spoke each others language. i have never felt so good with someone before, even though we can hardly understand each other, there is something about you, it makes me want to be with you all the time. your presence lightens my heart in every way, you have made me the happiesti have ever felt in a very long time. somehow you have the power to make me smile by looking at me, by smiling ay me, by saying something as simple as hello. i do not want this to end. i know the distance makes it hard, but i am willing to work out any problems. i have nobody for me at home. i have looked and looked but nobody is for me. i finally found someone who thinks the same, smiles when i smile, laughes when i laugh, and thinks what i think. nobody could ever compare to you, not even close. i know we would see eachother again someday, and i am willing to wait as long as i have you. you have no idea how happy you make me. when i think about you, i think about how cute you are to me, i think about your warm welcoming smile, i think of your bright beautiful eyes, i think of the face you make when you dont understand me, i think about us and how i want us to go on. you could never embaress yourself in front of me because i absolutely love everything you do. everything we do is so much fun to me. talk about music, say when its 11:11 talk about who is cuter. nobody has ever treated me so good. i have given people everything before with nothing in return, but you return everything right back and i couldnt ask for a better person. when i leave i am going to miss everything. the people i met, my friends, the city. i will miss everything but not as much as i will miss you. when you told me you made your decision i couldnt do anything but smile. to know that i mean that much to you means the world to me. you do mean the world to me, already. sorry its so long, but let mw know what you think? more

Resolved Question: Hurt pride and confidence? Feel like a loser?

I am 17 and girls tell me I'm a "sweet and good/great guy who really cares". I have a best friend who is a total "badass". We are both athletic and "tough guys" but I'm the "sweetheart" and he's the "bad boy". I listen to a girl and try my best to make her feel like the only girl in the room. He doesn't do anything like that. He gets more "attention" though and I envy him because of it. The first girl I like is a close friend ,but I don't know what she thinks . I think she's perfect for me, every girl is "dimmed down" in looks since I started to like her.My girl friends tell me I could do better but I really don't think so. I think she is the most beautiful girl ever and has a great personality. She isn't "popular" and has the same friends I do. She wrote in my b-day card, " I can't believe someone like me ever met someone like you". My friend says that's just a trick for me to be a cushion to her, and that she will use me and never look at me the way I want her to. I trust my friend because I believe "results=truth" and he has always been "successful" with girls (Out of friendship he doesn't try to "get her", a competition i would probably lose). I'm the straightedge, funny, at best "ok looking" , bad dancer, "good" guy with good grades and set on being a doctor. He's the good-looking, party animal, good dancer, drinking, doing drugs , treating girls badly, and failing class. I went to him for help. He said girls are only attracted to the "badasses" and that I have to become one or risk dying alone or having "sloppy seconds". I never had a gf or a girl like me, and I hated how he always he introduces me to a new gf, while i haven't done the same once. His ideas are: " You are a loser now , not a "badass" like me, if you want to be a winner, you need to do what I say. If you don't, the only girls you are ever going to have are ones a "badass like me" is done with, leftovers and worn-out, and they won't love you, you are just going to be a rebound, not actually loved, but her financial security and most likely cheated on. You don't want that do you? You actually want to be somebody right? Yes I do. My confidence disappeared when he said and I was heartbroken. I wanted to plot revenge on every girl that is attracted to someone like my friend,meaning i guess every girl. I took action. I lost 60 pounds, got a 4-pack (working on six), learned how to fight, did drugs and alcohol and learned HIS etiquette with girls (treating them terribly) and all the things I didn't want to do. I stayed up til early morning "reprogramming". The girls I was friends with missed the "old me" but My friend convinced me not to fall for "the trap". He said that they "missed using you, none of them would actually like the 'sweetheart' you, the way you want. No one does". I always felt like the "idiot who can't get a girl" compared to my friend. I honestly don't want a girl who has been with a "badass" like my friend before me, I can't deal with the fact that "she settled for me " and that I have to oblige. I don't want to be a rebound, I want to be the one who is loved first. This whole concept of me taking "leftovers" has me so irritated and self-hating now. I agree with my friend, I don't want his or any bad-asses "sloppy seconds". What do I do?I feel so replaceable now and feel like all girls are going to cheat on me now. My friend's comments truly highlighted to me that i am worthless to girls. I have been thinking suicidal thoughts. What do I do? more

Resolved Question: What do you think of this poem I just wrote?

I'm too embarrassed to ask people I know for their opinions. So, I'd be very appreciative if you'd give me your honest feedback. Thank you! P/S- The poem is still unfinished. I think, this night is going to be sleepless again, Who knows nightmares could be so haunting, so beautiful? Everyday, I wake up with tears plentiful, Oh fuck, now his perfect picture in my head, ruins! Everything I had ever wanted so bad in despair, Now, is coming back to me. So unfair! He did not love me back then and he left, So, I was mending my broken self step by step. He's here. I don't know what to feel. Should I be bathing in contentment and endless satisfaction, Or should I bite my tongue and find another way to deal? I don't know, and he's not settling with my silence. He knows, I am settling for less than I deserve. He repeats, "I can satisfy all your needs. We can buy a house and have two kids. As long as you stop cutting you wrist..." ----------- Wandering through DC today. Chilly breezes and construction sites. Between 18th and M, you met me across the street. You said, "I am here now. All here. Am all you need." I paid for my latte and hoped I was dipped in lies... "I met someone else," I whispered to the unmoving wind. Deadly, we stood and stared into empty eternity. You asked who is he and how is he treating me. Oh well, you know, he doesn't regret lending me his heart's key. more

Resolved Question: Do you like my style of writing?

As he entered the room he felt it. The feel of his skin, the weird feeling that seemed to attract him towards something in this room. For the life of him he couldn't remember. It was as if he woke up the moment he entered the room. Hew stepped lively to the window to check his surroundings, but they were barred shut and painted over in black. He was beginning to get scared. He walked back to the door, he felt a change in the air, a presence behind him. he turned and saw nothing. He continued to walk and felt it again, this time closer. The door seemed to have moved, he felt his heart racing. Was he trapped here? It was when he finally got to the door, two slender arms entrapped him against it. As he turned he prepared himself to scream. As his eyes adjusted, he saw a woman. He felt relief, but his instincts said: "Run." A beautiful woman had never before made him want to run. Maybe it was her long, slick black hair or her illuminating blue eyes that stood stood out against her black clothing. Or, maybe it was simply: the way she looked at him. "Hello," he said. "you're probably wondering what I'm doing in your home. Well i..." he felt a sensation, as if something entered his mind. "Shush." Her fingers touched his hand. "Don't talk just concentrate." She closed her eyes. He did as he disoriented and as told; he felt disoriented and initially tired. 'Sleep'- he heard her voice say, yet her lips remained still. "How did you?...What are you..." was all he could say before he passed out completely, against her and the door. ******************************************************************************* I looked at him, with wide eyes. His mirrored image, how could that be? Was this really him? This human looks exactly like my Marckus. My Marckus... who i have not thought of in decades. How could he finally appear? He came to me. In a new body but the same soul. I lean down to where he lay, his face relaxed and calm, revealing nothing but serenity. I put my fingers on his forehead and concentrated. i could feel his fear deep down, but joy, sudden joy, seemed to be taking grip of him. I tried to look deeper within him and found myself hitting a roadblock. A mind block far too powerful for a human. As i tried to open the block i was mentally pushed forward, so strongly that it physically moved me away from him! He began O stir and move his eyes under his closed lids. I tried to keep him unconscious but could not. Who was this mortal? Why does he block my power from entering his mind? The block was too powerful for a high school kid to have learned. Could it be Marckus? I looked through his pockets and found his ID in his jacket. His name Marke-very close to Marckus- Johanasee, born November 23rd, 1992 in Chicago, Illinois. November 23rd? Marckus' death... How curious, i thought. The thought of his death made my eyes tear up. His painful, brutal death always brought tears to my eyes. Our friends betrayal was the worst part; the look in his eyes when they appeared still haunts me to this day. Marke's wallet fee from my hands. Images flashed in my mind. His face was different than Marckus'. Same high cheek bone structure though. His eyes? What about his eyes? Marckus' eyes could not be replicated or remade. His powerful eyes couldn't have been passed on to this mortal or could they? -thats all i got so far. more

Resolved Question: My first chapter in my book.?

Here it is. Im only 14 and only doin this for fun. Heres my idea first. I want something different from the vampires, wizards ect. Im 14 so i am not a proffesinol writer, i want to do it has a hobbie, for fun! please no harsh comments. Its about a girl whos mother has recently died, her father and her dont agree so she travels the world. She gets jobs in dogie places , shes finding it hard to live. She meets people and animals who change her life (shes relient on drugs and alcohol). She meets a boy who is kind, they slept together and after she has left that country she finds herself pregnant. Shes at her worst but is determind to keep the baby. She returns home to find that her father has died and left everthing to her. Shes wants to get her life back on track and to find the father of her baby. Thats the main idea, of corse i will be filling it in loads. Its my first real book that i have writen. I will be writen it anyway but i just want to no if you would be interested if it was on the shelf, would you pick it and want to read it.. Here my 1st paragraph: I hate this. I hate everything about my life. Why did this happen to me? I hate this stupid book, I don’t need to vent my feelings, and I don’t need anything or anyone. Kira through her pen against the wall. Her long golden hair was touching the diary in which she had just written her first entry. Her face had turned hard since her mother had become ill; the once happy and outgoing girl had turned into something totally different. Her eyes showed the sadness that once was joy. Her mother had been ill with cancer for over a year, and since then her family simply fell apart. Her mother died last month and her father and she have barely talked since. She missed her so much, they weren’t just mother and daughter, they were best friends. Her belly gave a loud grumble; she went to the kitchen, to find no food in any cupboard. She would have to go out. It was her first time out of the house since the funeral. It was the middle of winter; the ice paved the ground on which Kira walked. Her breath showed in a hot mist which filled her face. She got to the diner; she ordered her mother’s favourite, a cheeseburger. Nobody said anything to her , but there all stared, it made her angry, yeah look at the girl who mom just died, that will make her feel better. She wanted to cry, but just about controlled herself. “You want anything else?” said the old waiter. She nearly jumped out of skin; nobody had talking to her since it happened. She was afraid to speak in case she broke down, so she just nodded. Kira walked out of the diner. The cold breeze hit her face. She headed to a small shop with a neon sign saying “A cut above”. She walked in. The girl at the counter looked slightly shocked but then asked her: “What are you looking done, little lady?” It took a lot of effort but she got it out without crying. “I want a pixie cut and a colour” The girl look shocked. “You’re going to cut your beautiful hair off...” “It’s my hair and I can do what I want with it” I snapped. Blushing slightly she gestured to the chair. She took out a pair of scissors. Afraid I might snap again she quickly cut to the nape of my neck. She then took out a pair of clippers that you would use on a boy. It only took a few minutes but it was all gone. The cut suit it really defined her cheekbones, but it made her look even harsher than before. “What colour do you want in it?” said the hairdresser, quietly. Kira thought for a moment. “As black as you can get it” The hairdresser nodded. After three long hours Kira was walking home. Her short hair made the cold air even colder. She interred her house, her father turned to see who it was, he gasped. “What have you done to your hair” Her screamed at her. “Why would you care” she hissed back at her father “Don’t you dare talk to me like that, you gorgeous hair, it was exactly like you’re...” He finished abruptly. “Mothers, that why I got it cut am not her dad, when will you realised that, when will you realise she’s gone? You haven’t talked to me in a month dad, nobody has. And I know why. I look exactly like her; even now I see the pain in your eyes, the hurt. She’s dead.” Kira was crying now and her father was on the verge of it. “Go to your Room” She didn’t say anything else, she simply went to her room. I hate him, I hate the way he compares me to her. I hate this stupid town. I can’t take it anymore. I have to go. I have to get away. He won’t miss me her won’t care. I’m sorry mom. I know you loved my hair but I can’t... She trailed off. The tears that had wanted to escape had got their way. She lifted a picture of her mom and her slipped it into a bag. She got some spare clothes, food and money. She didn’t leave a note or anything. She simply went out the door, to anywhere but here. more

Resolved Question: My pride is hurt, and I feel worthless because of it.Is my friend helping me? ( long but i need serious help)?

I am 17 and girls tell me I'm a "sweet and good/great guy who really cares". I have a best friend who is a total "badass". We are both athletic and "tough guys" but I'm the "sweetheart" and he's the "bad boy". I listen to a girl and try my best to make her feel like the only girl in the room. He doesn't do anything like that. He gets more "attention" though and I envy him because of it. The first girl I like is a close friend ,but I don't know what she thinks . I think she's perfect for me, every girl is "dimmed down" in looks since I started to like her.My girl friends tell me I could do better but I really don't think so. I think she is the most beautiful girl ever and has a great personality. She isn't "popular" and has the same friends I do. She wrote in my b-day card, " I can't believe someone like me ever met someone like you". My friend says that's just a trick for me to be a cushion to her, and that she will use me and never look at me the way I want her to. I trust my friend because I believe "results=truth" and he has always been "successful" with girls (Out of friendship he doesn't try to "get her", a competition i would probably lose). I'm the straightedge, funny, at best "ok looking" , bad dancer, "good" guy with good grades and set on being a doctor. He's the good-looking, party animal, good dancer, drinking, doing drugs , treating girls badly, and failing class. I went to him for help. He said girls are only attracted to the "badasses" and that I have to become one or risk dying alone or having "sloppy seconds". I never had a gf or a girl like me, and I hated how he always he introduces me to a new gf, while i haven't done the same once. His ideas are: " You are a loser now , not a "badass" like me, if you want to be a winner, you need to do what I say. If you don't, the only girls you are ever going to have are ones a "badass like me" is done with, leftovers and worn-out, and they won't love you, you are just going to be a rebound, not actually loved, but her financial security and most likely cheated on. You don't want that do you? You actually want to be somebody right? Yes I do. My confidence disappeared when he said and I was heartbroken. I wanted to plot revenge on every girl that is attracted to someone like my friend,meaning i guess every girl. I took action. I lost 60 pounds, got a 4-pack (working on six), learned how to fight, did drugs and alcohol and learned HIS etiquette with girls (treating them terribly) and all the things I didn't want to do. I stayed up til early morning "reprogramming". The girls I was friends with missed the "old me" but My friend convinced me not to fall for "the trap". He said that they "missed using you, none of them would actually like the 'sweetheart' you, the way you want. No one does". I always felt like the "idiot who can't get a girl" compared to my friend and I don't want to be that "financial tool",my friend keeps describing me as in the future. I honestly don't want a girl who has been with a "badass" like my friend before me, I can't deal with the fact that "she settled for me " and that I have to oblige. Secretly, he is right. I don't want to be a rebound, I want to be the one who is loved first. because if not that means I'm a rebound and , I agree with my friend, I don't want "sloppy seconds". What do I do?I hate myself now. I can't even fake to have confidence or love myself. Knowing that I was never wanted has me in a self-inflicted depression. I beat myself up ( mentally and physically). I feel inadequate (sexually) even though apparently I am average, because I feel like I can't satisfy any girl and I am going to be cheated on. I am now insecure about sextoys, bad boys, and anyone in general. I feel replaced and want to kill myself. I haven't talked to anyone in a week. What do I do? I am desperatethats what it is to be honest, I do put my self-worth on my attractiveness. It always grew in me that No one liked me, and it didn't emerge until my friend materialized it. I lost my innocence and feel corrupted. I see so much prevalence of "Bad boys" like my friend being favored (esp when it comes to affairs) and now I feel worthless and likely to be cheated on. So i trust no one. more

Resolved Question: How do you like my writing?

Prologue Victoria De Luca was probably the most beautiful girl in the world. Silky long black hair, smoky eyes, and a smile like a thousand suns, that is when she does smile. That girl may look like the next super model but she will never be. No one talks to her. No one mentions her. No guys hit on her. She goes the days being unnoticed by anyone. But that’s what they want you to think. They all see her, know she’s there, and even glance at her, but never will they admit she’s there. There is something wrong with that Victoria girl, something wrong indeed, you see she seems to make you stay away. Like a force telling you to avert your eyes, a little voice in your head telling you to ignore her. I will tell you what’s wrong with her; Victoria De Luca is in fact not human. Victoria De Luca is in fact, a “living”, breathing, actual, vampire. I know what you are thinking! Who is this strange child and why isn’t she in a straight jacket? Well, my name is Christina Peak; Christina was Grandmas name, and no I am not a Tina, so I go by Chris. You could say I stick out like a fruit basket at Fanny May. I’ve never had the ability to fit in with people. I just can’t talk to people. I’m a red-haired girl, with braces, and big eyes. By big I mean huge. I have always been a believer in the paranormal. I have always felt like the strange is a part of me! Now back to the topic, Victoria. It all started about six months ago… Chapter 1: The Beginning “Christina! Get down here now!” You must love the early morning call of a six months pregnant stepmother. I crawled out of bed, slowly. Monday mornings have got to be the worst days ever. It's not only is the first day back to school after a successfully lazy weekend, but today is also the day where Karen begins her whole house ban on anything that contains fat. Oh my poor father. Karen, my step mom, suggested we start this as a way for us to get healthier and improve our weight. Unfortunately it means no more Coco Puffs. I can’t survive without my Coacoa Puffs. I think Karen wants me to suffer. You see my mom died when I was 8. She was like me more than she was like Lily. Ah I almost forgot about Lily. My 17-year-old sister. With her long silky brown hair, her normal sized baby-blue eyes, and a smile that can melt a man's heart. We despise each other. She’s a social butterfly. Parties every Friday. Straight C’s, a rock star boyfriend, and made Karen fall in love with her. I really don’t know what’s worse, the fact that my sister uses Karen as a puppet or the fact that Karen doesn’t know it? I slink into the kitchen, my eyes about to fall off my face. “Do you not understand that my subway train leaves at 7:40 AM? I don’t need to be woken up at 6:00 o’clock AM!” I say sitting down at the pink table. Yes, the pink table. If it isn’t bad enough here. “Oh, shush-up and eat your breakfast!” Karen said putting a pile of “eggs” in front of me. Though I’m not sure if they were eggs. “What’s this?” I ask poking the “eggs” with my fork. “Eggs,” Karen said not looking at me. “No, this is fried rubber,” I say still poking the thing with my fork. “No they are an egg substitute. Apparently these are the only super healthy eggs out there. I mean they aren’t that bad! And if it benefits our bodies don’t you think we should suck it up?” Karen said bustling around the kitchen. “No, no I don’t,” I push my chair away from the table. “What about breakfast?” Karen called as I headed to my room. “Later!” I shout before closing my door. My room is cool, but the view is better. I lookout my window and see all of New York! I feel like a queen! Literally, I’ve even considered drinking tea and having crumpets! I pulled on some jeans off the floor, and threw on a T-shirt that wasn’t badly wrinkled from my over stuffed drawer, grabbed my leather coat, backpack and headed for the door. Even though my subway doesn’t arrive for another 30 minutes, I usually leave at 7:10 AM. To get fresh air, exercise, and Karen off my back. I stated to head toward the door. “But Christina, what about your eggs?” Karen asked. “Those things aren’t eggs!” I left only to run into Mrs. Mite. This lady is mean! She never smiles and in her world, nothing is good enough. 10 points to best answer!YAY!!!! I got terrible reviews! I was trying to se if there are some honest people still on Y/A! I wrote this a LONG time ago. It's some of my worst writing, I wanted to see if I'd get honest reviews. Especially, about the vampire thing! more

Resolved Question: Is this good enough to get her interested ?

There's this girl i know... i've heard a lot about her from her friends and stuff because i know them. But i haven't really had the opportunity to talk to her face to face. It happened only once.. some time ago. I'm really interested in that girl, and she seems nice, beautiful, romantic, caring etc.. So i was thinking of some "unusual ways" to get her interested... I came up with something like this: (i know her name and address). 1st step: i put in front of her door a paper which has the definitions of her name on different languages and then in the end i put something like "The Right Definition" or "My Definition": *her name* is a name given to girls who have Goddess-like beauty and personality." (Working on the words, just a preview). Signed: Your secret admirer. I knock on the door and leave immediately so she opens and sees the paper. 2nd step: in a few days after the 1st one... i take a big paper and decorate it with parts of different flowers in order to write her name with these parts. In the middle i put a poem i wrote about/for her. Signed your secret admirer.. and same as above ^. 3rd step: after step 2.. i wait a few days, then... I get a rose (a big red rose) and put it in front of her door with a small paper which features a riddle (sentences from 4 different languages, since she knows 4 langs and so do i) and once solved she gets something like: I'm deadly interested in getting to know you.. I have never met anybody as amazing as you, call me! *my phone number*.Signed your secret admirer. I might also mention that i ain't older than her or idk.. i mean i'm 1 year older. I could mention that too so she doesn't think i'm some sort of creep. Still working on the words and what to say, just wanted to ask if this idea is any good ? :) Thank you in advance! Sorry for my English btw ! :D more

Resolved Question: Can someone please check my German?

I am writing a short note back to my husband's aunt who is German and does not speak English. If you wouldn't mind, could you please check the German translation of my note against the English to make sure it makes sense? I translated my English to German with 'Google Translate' This is what I meant to say: "Dear Gisela, Your holiday sounds lovely, especially picking blueberries! We got married last December. It was a beautiful day. Thank you for your kind wishes. Have you looked at the photographs? We have some very exciting news. I am 12 weeks pregnant with our first baby! If you look at my facebook photographs you can see a picture of baby’s first ultrasound. We are both very happy. Chantelle" and this is the translation that google gave me: "Liebe Gisela, Ihr Urlaub klingt schön, vor allem Heidelbeeren pflücken! Wir heirateten im Dezember letzten Jahres. Es war ein schöner Tag. Vielen Dank für Ihre guten Wünsche. Haben Sie sich die Fotos? Wir haben einige sehr aufregende Neuigkeiten. Ich bin 12 Wochen schwanger mit unserem ersten Baby! Wenn Sie auf meine Facebook aussehen Fotografien können Sie ein Bild des Babys ersten Ultraschall zu sehen. Wir sind beide sehr glücklich. Chantelle" Thank you so much for anyone who answers. :D more

Resolved Question: I am a curious individual who has a knack for getting into mischief, but I don't want to be hurt by this?

I thought I could liven up my school a little. According to all of the rules, you may not wear head wear inside the school. There is a slight exception in which you may, if it is for a religious purpose. I was thinking "Define religious head wear which I may bestow upon my head." I then thought of the conclusion "Oh my, I may wear certain things on my head if my religious text says so." You see, I am an individual who attends public schools in that U.S. I learned that the U.S. has a religious freedom, so I can worship whomever I feel. I wonder if I can wear a regular Orioles cap for religious purposes. Could it be considered religion if I write my own theological text which is based on Orioles (our savior) vs. Yankees (If you do a fair sum of bad deeds, you go to The Yankee Stadium if you die). It is considered a bad deed not to dress like a true Oriole with true Oriole uniform, including an Oriole hat, an Oriole robe, and an Oriole cape to stop me from getting me dearly chilly during the winter months. Should I practice my religious freedom and wear my religious head wear (my beautiful Orioles cap) to school and risk religious persecution, or should I disobey my commandments and risk being sent to The Yankee Stadium? If you are one of those wonderous individual who thinks my statement is incredible, I say peace and may the Orioles be with you. I found it lovely to place my article in the Politics & Government section, because I know that the people here always have something fabulous to speak of, and never are afraid to voice their opinions, of course, this section is something of a hot spot too.Remember, the Orioles accepted us. Everyone has a choice not to be tempted by the Yankees.My Orioles cap is religious head wear (my religion). We can wear religious head wear only. I am afraid that my faith will be challenged by school staff. I am not sure whether I should hide my faith by disobeying my religious code or risk going to The Yankee Stadium when I die. more

Voting Question: Serious issues spawned from abusive mother?

Hello Yahoo Answers, I will try to make this as quick and painless for you as humanly possible. Long story short (Sort of), my mother and I haven't gotten along well over the past oh well, 18 or so years. The problem that I see with that is that I am 18 with no will to push on or pursue any goals, since I have none. I have a problem being nice to people and sometimes, more often than not, I feel nothing at all. My mother never taught me Math, only English and history (Not allot). She's kept me cooped up in a house buying me gifts like a gaming computer, an xbox, and other such things in hopes (No doubt) that I would stay and like the rest of my family (Who have all Long since moved out except for my sister) stay and support her as she continues to sit on her fat ass all day, and do nothing at all except moan and complain to my father who works hard and recently got laid off. I'm not depressed nor do I wear tight jeans and go parading around with poofed up hair and a self esteem problem. She forces me into doing everything and anything, and will wait until the last second to tell me that I have an "Appointment today to take bar tending classes". For the record I never wanted to be a goddamn bartender and never will, yet I am forced to go. If I try to go against anything or stand up for myself she makes my life a living hell, yelling all the time at me and calling me a "worthless little shit". I cannot leave since I have never been taught to except responsibility for anything and I feel in every-way completely worthless, not just because of my mothers rants and ravings on how much I am, but because I hardly know anything when it comes to academics. It should also be noted that I am adopted, and the ONLY (She told me herself) reason she has kept "Any of us around" is so that she can get a nice fat 700 dollar check every month from 7 kids (Years ago) and according to her, it hardly made it "Worth it". Now I'm the only on left in the family who she gets a check from, and I fear that only because of that is the reason I am treated half decently. She told me herself many times that she will "Throw my ass out like the rest" once the check stops coming in and she got it extended by lying that I was still in homeschool "LEARNING something", just to be "nice". I have a girlfriend which seems to be the only thing keeping me together, first girlfriend I ever had and she is intelligent, sweet, and kind and above all beautiful. I just fear she'll leave me if I ever told her what my mom was really like, and what she plans to do. I'm not suicidal and will never succumb to that, but what I do feel is a very deep regret that I was ever born to such a family that doesn't give a rats ass if I live or die, and that I'm only worth a monthly check. I have no place to go, no outside family or person to confide in except myself. I have so many plans I can't succeed in because I'm being held back by "Bartending" or whatever new project my mom wants to throw at me to make a new "Money maker". I know this is getting long, and to be honest I have no idea what I'm looking for or even doing here. I don't even know why I'm writing this, possibly looking for hope in the wrong place and should be writing a "What is your favorite fruit" article instead, because lets face it, this damn thing is an article. If you've made it this far in reading then I have nothing else to say, I don't even know why I'm here. I've got to go take a "TABE" test my mother signed me up for, not even sure what the hell it is yet. I'll check back for answers when I get back, and if I'm lucky some poor soul will read all of this and respond. Other than that? Have a nice and active day, and make the best of it. more

Voting Question: Can you please help me interpret this dream?

Although we dream every night, this one is the first that I can remember in a long long time. I had a dream I was with my family just entered a restaurant, then I heard a girl ask another girl if she was from trinidad. And the other girl replied not quite rudely, but in a way to say that the answer was obvious, kind of like she`s been answering the queestion from strangers so many time, that she didn`t care anymore (a `duhh`kinda answer). The girl who ask the question was younger tthan her., and the type to not be scared to ask, but also because the girl asking was probably from Trinidad too. This brief conversation between the two caught my attention, so I kinda turn my head towards them, that`s when I saw the girl to whom the question was asked.She was very beautiful, but what stand out the most was her unusual light color eyes. As we were getting ready to leave the restaurant, our eyes made contact, and she addressed me, saying: `You should live in Tyr`as to imply that Tyr was the city she lived in, and that it would be nice that I live there too. So I replied: `Tyr, New York?` as if I wanted to confirm something that I already knew. I`m not sure what we said, but I knew I wanted to see her again. I pulled out a piece of paper and she wrote down her number. When I woke up I realised that the only city of Tyr i knew was on the map that`s in my bible. And this dream was taking place in Florida This dream seem so important to me, because I don`t usually remember my dreams. Help me interpret.By the way, I`m from Montreal and I go to florida every year to visit my mother. I never been to Tyr, and never heard of any place called Tyr except on the map in my BibleI have a few friends from Trinidad, bu don`t know anybody from Tyr, or if he city talked about in the bible still carry this name, to imply the randomness of itand I`m currently am in Florida, I just say that my dream take place there because I recognized the place more

Resolved Question: Jehovah's Concert [Cover Band]?

Revitalize your faith this Sunday at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre, in downtown, Hollywood, California! Unfortunately Jehovah couldn't come. He doesn't like to show himself anymore since that last incident with the nailing ._. He does, however, have a cover band. Which is led by a beautiful old lady, still going through menopause, who has cancer, and has just lost her daughter to AIDS. Generally the ticket price is 10% of your overall monthly income, before taxes. [Visa and Mastercard accepted.] All non tax deductible proceeds go to her private jet and mansion. This minor detail should be fine, though, if you're a REAL humbled Christian child of god alpha omega lamb of jesus christ our awesome powerful holy lord and savior, that doesn't need to have any sort reward for actions that should be expected of you in the first place. :) I'm sure you're not full of greed, and/or motivated by money, so you don't need to declare these donations on your taxes. The track listing for the concert is as follows. (All songs written and partially performed by The Holy Spirit.) 1. Holey is the Lamb. 2. Desperation Salvation. 3. Cancer Dancer 4. Personal Relationship (Incest Mix) 5. Pope Hope 6. Fiction Addiction 7. Gays Will Pay 8. Masturbation's Evil Respiration 9. Sell Hell (To the Sinnas!) and 10. Islam's Bombs (911 Mix) Make sure to check out the consection stand on your way in. We have pre-blessed communion wafers, wine, and holy water, ripe for the plucking, for only $5.00 each!!! Also, make sure to check out some of our souvenirs on your way out, if you have the time. We're having a special on a lovely pair of $20.00 magnetic hand-nails for the real believers so that they can feel like martyrs in the comfort of their own home! We also have the junior addition for the kids, and the teen addition, with a lock, for those who want to help your child, no, HIS child, from thinking and acting on the atrocity of his lusty, and evil thoughts that the devil is trying to force him to think. This version has cutting edge technology that gives a little shock to the hand, and anything touching it, after two consecutive shakes. For one extra fee of 5 dollars, we'll add the little speaker that, after three consecutive shakes, reminds your kid how much of a sinner he or she truly is, to keep him/her humble, and right in the eyes of the Lord. [Make sure to ask for the right gender version of the speaker.] You owe it to the Lord, no, your KIDS, to get this for them to help them stay on the right path. :) We all hope to see you there, and God Bless. <3This was not a question, this was an advertisement. If you feel the need to question what I've been called by the Lord, then so be it. The great thing is that the lord gives you the FREE WILL to do this with. :) So, carry on. Whatever float's your boat in this sea of sin, if you even need a boat. ;) more

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Resolved Question: Can you please critique an excerpt from my fantasy book?

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