What is a good name for Garden Web Page or Blog?
I am starting my first garden blog focussing on the bullets below. Can you come up with an interesting title/name? Be creative, the bullets are just to give an idea, and that it's not a regular veggie blog.
-Medusa
-Exotic
-Tropical
-Unusual
-Rare
-Fruit
-Texas
-Jam
Someone Mentioned:
Web-Roots
You Grow Girl (already taken)
Green Hand or Feet
The Breeding Ground
Flower Power
I am not so sure yet. Please help me :) I have a brain cloud. Thanks much!
Can you name one?
could go with a mythological theme
something that uses Flora (greek goddess of flowers) or Maia (roman godess of fields) or Gaia (roman godess of the earth, aka, mother earth)
Growing Gaia or something of that nature, beats me
sorry I'm not more help!
Reply:Enki's Friends
Pomona's Trees %26amp; Bees
Picus %26amp; Feronia's Woodland Delights
Actaeon's Playground
Between the Greens
Reply:maybe a mystic name
Reply:Demeter's Delights
Reply:the odd garden
the exotic texan gardner
the 4-headed gardner
green thumb
you know you want to garden
Reply:Plant People
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Who knows more facts about women?
women love to shop. it is the one area of the world where they feel they’re totally in control
women especially love a bargain. the question of 'need' is irrelevant, so don’t bother pointing it out. anything on sale is fair game
women never have anything to wear. don’t question the racks of clothes in the wardrobe. you 'just don’t understand
women need to cry. and they wont do it alone unless they know you can hear them
woman will always ask questions that have no right answer, in an effort to trap you into feeling guilty
women love to talk. silence intimidates them and they feel a need to fill it, even if they have nothing to say
women need to feel like there are people worse off than they are. that’s why soap operas and Oprah Winfrey type shows are so successful
women don’t need sex as often as men do. this is because sex is more physical for men and more emotional for women. just knowing that the man wants to hace sex fulfills the emotional need
women hate bugs. Even female martial arts experts need a man around when there’s a spider or wasp involved
women cant keep secrets. They eat away at them from the inside. And they don’t view their gabbing as being untrustworthy, providing they only tell two or three people
women always go to public toilets in groups. It gives them a chance to gossip
women cant refuse to answer a ringing phone, no matter what she’s doing
women never understand why men love toys. Men understand that they wouldn’t need toys if women had an ‘on/off’ switch
women think all beer is the same
women keep three different shampoos and two different conditioners in the shower, as well as at least 10 sundry items
after a women showers, the bathroom will smell like a tropical rainforest
women don’t understand the appeal of contact sports. Men seek entertainment that allows them to escape reality. Women seek entertainment that reminds them of how horrible things could be
if a man goes on a seven day trip, he’ll pack five days worth of clothes and will wear some things twice; if a woman goes on a seven day trip. She’ll pack 21 outfits because she doesn’t know what she’ll feel like wearing each day
women brush their hair before bed
watch a woman eat an ice cream cone and you’ll have a pretty good idea about how she’ll be in bed
women have better rest rooms. They get the nice chairs and red carpet
the average number of items in a typical woman’s bathroom is 437. a man would not be able to identify most of these items
women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren’t looking, men kick cats
women love to talk on the phone. A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours
a woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, or get the mail
women will drive miles out of their way to avoid the possibility of getting lost using a shortcut
women do not want an honest answer to the question, ‘how do I look?’
PMS stands for: Permissible Man Slaughter. (or at least men think it means that. PMS also stands for Punish My Spouse)
The first naked man women see is ‘ken’
Women are insecure about their weight, butt and breast size
Women will male three left hand turns to avoid making one right hand turn
‘oh, nothing,’ has an entirely different meaning in woman language than it does in man language
women cannot use a map without turning the map to correspond to the direction that they are heading
all women are overweight by definition, don’t argue with them about it
all women are overweight by definition, don’t agree with them about it
if it is not Valentines Day, and you see a man in a flower shop, you can probably start up a conversation by asking, ‘what did you do?
Only women understand the reason for ‘guest towels and ‘good china’
Women can get out of speeding tickets by pouting. This will get men arrested
Who knows more facts about women?
if this is what you think of women in general, maybe you need a boyfriend who's shoulder you can cry on.
if you are whining because you just got dumped, HAPPY HEALING.
in any event i only possess 1/2 these traits.
Reply:boooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrringgggggg...
Reply:My gosh too lengthy One !!! Dared not to read !!
Reply:cut and paste i hope?
Reply:I read and agree that you do know something about women! I need shampoo and lotion every time I so out! It smells different or maybe it works better! A woman won't run out of soap and likes to keep bubble bath on hand! So we are different!
Reply:some good ones!
I dont brush my hair before bed and dont like cats though so ha!
women especially love a bargain. the question of 'need' is irrelevant, so don’t bother pointing it out. anything on sale is fair game
women never have anything to wear. don’t question the racks of clothes in the wardrobe. you 'just don’t understand
women need to cry. and they wont do it alone unless they know you can hear them
woman will always ask questions that have no right answer, in an effort to trap you into feeling guilty
women love to talk. silence intimidates them and they feel a need to fill it, even if they have nothing to say
women need to feel like there are people worse off than they are. that’s why soap operas and Oprah Winfrey type shows are so successful
women don’t need sex as often as men do. this is because sex is more physical for men and more emotional for women. just knowing that the man wants to hace sex fulfills the emotional need
women hate bugs. Even female martial arts experts need a man around when there’s a spider or wasp involved
women cant keep secrets. They eat away at them from the inside. And they don’t view their gabbing as being untrustworthy, providing they only tell two or three people
women always go to public toilets in groups. It gives them a chance to gossip
women cant refuse to answer a ringing phone, no matter what she’s doing
women never understand why men love toys. Men understand that they wouldn’t need toys if women had an ‘on/off’ switch
women think all beer is the same
women keep three different shampoos and two different conditioners in the shower, as well as at least 10 sundry items
after a women showers, the bathroom will smell like a tropical rainforest
women don’t understand the appeal of contact sports. Men seek entertainment that allows them to escape reality. Women seek entertainment that reminds them of how horrible things could be
if a man goes on a seven day trip, he’ll pack five days worth of clothes and will wear some things twice; if a woman goes on a seven day trip. She’ll pack 21 outfits because she doesn’t know what she’ll feel like wearing each day
women brush their hair before bed
watch a woman eat an ice cream cone and you’ll have a pretty good idea about how she’ll be in bed
women have better rest rooms. They get the nice chairs and red carpet
the average number of items in a typical woman’s bathroom is 437. a man would not be able to identify most of these items
women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren’t looking, men kick cats
women love to talk on the phone. A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours
a woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, or get the mail
women will drive miles out of their way to avoid the possibility of getting lost using a shortcut
women do not want an honest answer to the question, ‘how do I look?’
PMS stands for: Permissible Man Slaughter. (or at least men think it means that. PMS also stands for Punish My Spouse)
The first naked man women see is ‘ken’
Women are insecure about their weight, butt and breast size
Women will male three left hand turns to avoid making one right hand turn
‘oh, nothing,’ has an entirely different meaning in woman language than it does in man language
women cannot use a map without turning the map to correspond to the direction that they are heading
all women are overweight by definition, don’t argue with them about it
all women are overweight by definition, don’t agree with them about it
if it is not Valentines Day, and you see a man in a flower shop, you can probably start up a conversation by asking, ‘what did you do?
Only women understand the reason for ‘guest towels and ‘good china’
Women can get out of speeding tickets by pouting. This will get men arrested
Who knows more facts about women?
if this is what you think of women in general, maybe you need a boyfriend who's shoulder you can cry on.
if you are whining because you just got dumped, HAPPY HEALING.
in any event i only possess 1/2 these traits.
Reply:boooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrringgggggg...
Reply:My gosh too lengthy One !!! Dared not to read !!
Reply:cut and paste i hope?
Reply:I read and agree that you do know something about women! I need shampoo and lotion every time I so out! It smells different or maybe it works better! A woman won't run out of soap and likes to keep bubble bath on hand! So we are different!
Reply:some good ones!
I dont brush my hair before bed and dont like cats though so ha!
Pick the best attractive name?
- french lavender
- rose petal
- vanilla chai
- tropical flirt
- berry sparkle
- tropical twist
- diamond dust
- shimmery nights
- magic romance
- passion fruit
- passion flower
or give me a more creative name. :]
Pick the best attractive name?
Passion fruit
Reply:Diamond Dust...please say it's not for your kid though!
Reply:~ur black emPathy~ ♥
Reply:diamond dust
Reply:Passion Fruit... I'm hungry. lol
Reply:MONKEY PAWS
Reply:I personally like diamond dust or you can use blunt guts!!
pearl fect
diamond stunna!!
running shoes
- rose petal
- vanilla chai
- tropical flirt
- berry sparkle
- tropical twist
- diamond dust
- shimmery nights
- magic romance
- passion fruit
- passion flower
or give me a more creative name. :]
Pick the best attractive name?
Passion fruit
Reply:Diamond Dust...please say it's not for your kid though!
Reply:~ur black emPathy~ ♥
Reply:diamond dust
Reply:Passion Fruit... I'm hungry. lol
Reply:MONKEY PAWS
Reply:I personally like diamond dust or you can use blunt guts!!
pearl fect
diamond stunna!!
running shoes
Idea for decor?
I am having tropical type decorations at my wedding. My aunt is making the flower arrangements for the Church and I am making my own centerpieces. I am also have two tables, one for the candy buffet for my favors and one for the guest book, card box etc. To go with my theme I thought about getting an eiffel tower vase (see link below) and putting palm leaves in it for decor for my random two tables. I am trying to save a lot of money by doing things myself, but was wondering what you guys thought of that idea?
http://www.towervase.com/pages-productin...
Idea for decor?
I think that would be great. Another option would be tall cylinder with some neon's (small colorful inexpensive fish). You could even still have the palm leaves out of the top. My sister did this at her low-key tropical reception and people are still raving about it.
Reply:with the theme being tropical, have more fun wioth the colors you could use instead of putting palm leaves in vases... add color
Reply:They're beautiful, but it says they are only sold by several cases at a time. Maybe you can find something similar locally.
Reply:thats an adorable idea!
Reply:I personally do not like it. But it is your wedding so do what you think will look great. I will say that it is different and different is always good!
Reply:Sounds great. Congrats. I love them vases.
http://www.towervase.com/pages-productin...
Idea for decor?
I think that would be great. Another option would be tall cylinder with some neon's (small colorful inexpensive fish). You could even still have the palm leaves out of the top. My sister did this at her low-key tropical reception and people are still raving about it.
Reply:with the theme being tropical, have more fun wioth the colors you could use instead of putting palm leaves in vases... add color
Reply:They're beautiful, but it says they are only sold by several cases at a time. Maybe you can find something similar locally.
Reply:thats an adorable idea!
Reply:I personally do not like it. But it is your wedding so do what you think will look great. I will say that it is different and different is always good!
Reply:Sounds great. Congrats. I love them vases.
Since Obama Is Hawaian....is he REALLY "American"?
Who else thinks that Hawaii isn't "really" America, the way the mainland, or even Alaska is?
I mean, can we REALLY trust a guy to understand traditional American values, who grew up thousands of miles away from the rest of us, way out in the middle of the ocean, almost as close to New Guinea as California, with as many Japanese, Filipinos, and Chinese as blacks and whites COMBINED! He grew up on an isolated exotic volcanic tropical island in the middle of nowhere...which was ITS OWN KINGDOM that spoke ITS OWN LANGUAGE until the 20th century.
I mean, what's next? Can people from Puerto Rico run? Or the Marshall Islands? How about Cuba, or Jamacai, or the Bahamas, or Haiti, or Mexico? I mean hell, they're ALL closer to us than Hawaii is!
No offense...but I think Hawaii is LUCKY to be considered "part of America"...and Hawaiins should do less running for president, and more putting flowers around American's necks when we keep them eating by touring there.
Hawaii is not US.
Since Obama Is Hawaian....is he REALLY "American"?
Oh this is getting really ridiculous. First he is a Muslim, then a Christian but the wrong sort of Christian, now he is not even American because he is from the wrong state.
Don't you have anything to criticize him for that has any substance at all?
If not then one would have to assume he is a pretty great candidate.
Reply:So... maybe there should be a Hawaiian Independence movement like the Tibetan one? China can drum up this movement. I mean, the culture in Hawaii is polynesian, different from the mainland, and the islands are so far away. Tibet is at least attached to mainland China. Too bad Dalai Don Ho died.
Reply:I ask you, is Hawaii a state and star in your flag????? What do you have against Hawaiian or other island nations and Mexico? Why should Hawaii call itself lucky putting flowers around Americans neck? Get off your big horse by yourself. The fall might hurt you.............
Reply:All the states had aboriginal peoples before Asian, European, and African settlers moved in. The true Americans are the aboriginal peoples that were here before the settlers. Perhaps, unless your Native American you shouldn't run for president!!!
True Hawaii was one of the last states to gain a star on the flag. It is no more or less part of the states as Kansas which is where Obama's mother grew up. Obama's mother and father met in Hawaii where they both went to college. Every state has a history of aboriginal peoples and settlers from just about every continent in the world. And yes, they all spoke different languages.
It wasn't that long ago that Texans had talked about becoming a country on there own, separate from the states. Does this make Texans and the Bush family un-American??? Every state has its cultural differences from New Orleans, LA to New York, NY.
Shouldn't the candidates for president be voted on for their ability to do the job and their position on the issues not their geographical distance of their birth town from the Capital of the U.S.
I'm sorry but I find this question extremely racists and I'm not sure why I even bothered answering it. But hopefully it sheds some light in some dark areas of the States.
Reply:He's actually a Nigerian Muslim.
Reply:I lived in Hawaii for two years, and it is NOT an international call to the lower 48. How absurd.
Now: I don't even know what the point of this post is. Hawaii is a state as much as any other. It's very different from the rest of the country, but then again how much does Little Rock or Tulsa have in common with NYC?
I also note that you mention that Hawaii has lots of people of Asian descent, which makes it less American. So not only white people (and Christians, presumably) and blacks can be "real" Americans, but if you GREW UP around non-white or non-black people, then you can't be a "real" American either. This argument is so obscenely racist and ignorant of American civics that it doesn't deserve a response, which is fortunate considering that it's not a proper question.
Reply:Maybe you ought to ask yourself that same question.
Your knowledge of American history and geography is lower that that of a newly made citizen who has to take a test.
Your knowledge of how Americans are all individuals and all states have their special history, yet still come together is paltry and ridiculous, so silly is it that I've decided you are just kidding, no one could be so ignorant.
Although...I've been wrong before.
Reply:at the beginning u were just 13 state....
what u want more?
in europe we were just 6 now, we are the EU of 25 , and we all considered europeans.
Reply:The last time I checked Hawaii is one of the 50 states of the U.S. Also Obama is from Illinois not Hawaii
Reply:Your question is about as stupid as they come. I live in Alaska and people ask me if that's in the United States. No, actually we are still part of the Soviet Union. Well duh...
Hawaii is as ever bit American as you are lady.
Reply:I'm not sure if hes Hawaiian
Reply:If you are born in any of the 50 states, then you are automatically a U.S. citizen.
Reply:Yeah its weird how like even though Hawaii is technically part of the US calling someone up there costs the same as an international call.
I'm always like "WTF!? Hawaii is part of America! That should be charged as a domestic call!"
Reply:I'm cuban (white cuban that is) and I'm more american than Obama....
his church hates white people ...really segragationist!!!!
Reply:Yes Hawaii is America, so is Alaska. I have lived in both, and although they are a bit different than the other 48 states, they still consider themselves Americans. There's only a small group of people that think they aren't part of America. Unlike Puerto Rico, where a lot of people act like they aren't part of America when they are.
Reply:You are right America did claim hawahi as there own land even though its not.
Reply:Those 5 paragraph that you wrote there are very racist. Hawaii is a part of the US and it is a privellage to both the countrys and not a birth-right.
Reply:I don't mean to be offensive but I don't know if your question in meant to be tongue in cheek or if this is a serious query.
If you really do feel this way you don't have a clue as to what our country is all about. We are the UNITED States of America. We've been a melting pot of cultures and traditions for over 300 years. Americans have resided in Hawaii for that length of time and longer. Have you ever been there?
We mainlanders are fortunate to have Hawaiians who were eager to become part of the United States. The US was strongly desirous of acquiring Hawaii as our 50th state in 1959 for economic reasons. But it also provides a base for protecting yours and my a--.
Your assertion that Hawaii is not part of the US is laughable. Hawaii is every bit a part of the US as California or Rhode Island.
Incidentally, Hawaiians have no need for us to support them to "keep them eating". Their residents have one of the highest per capita income levels in the nation. Even if that were not true, they'd eat a lot better than you and I ever would without putting flowers around other "Americans" necks. They can live off the land year round which I'll bet you can't do where you live.
Obama is more American than someone like you asking an absurd question like this. He has an American view of the UNITED STATES if America. Pull out your history book or read Wikipedia at least.
Maybe you are a STATE-o-phobe? If you don't like Obama find a better reason to dislike him.
I mean, can we REALLY trust a guy to understand traditional American values, who grew up thousands of miles away from the rest of us, way out in the middle of the ocean, almost as close to New Guinea as California, with as many Japanese, Filipinos, and Chinese as blacks and whites COMBINED! He grew up on an isolated exotic volcanic tropical island in the middle of nowhere...which was ITS OWN KINGDOM that spoke ITS OWN LANGUAGE until the 20th century.
I mean, what's next? Can people from Puerto Rico run? Or the Marshall Islands? How about Cuba, or Jamacai, or the Bahamas, or Haiti, or Mexico? I mean hell, they're ALL closer to us than Hawaii is!
No offense...but I think Hawaii is LUCKY to be considered "part of America"...and Hawaiins should do less running for president, and more putting flowers around American's necks when we keep them eating by touring there.
Hawaii is not US.
Since Obama Is Hawaian....is he REALLY "American"?
Oh this is getting really ridiculous. First he is a Muslim, then a Christian but the wrong sort of Christian, now he is not even American because he is from the wrong state.
Don't you have anything to criticize him for that has any substance at all?
If not then one would have to assume he is a pretty great candidate.
Reply:So... maybe there should be a Hawaiian Independence movement like the Tibetan one? China can drum up this movement. I mean, the culture in Hawaii is polynesian, different from the mainland, and the islands are so far away. Tibet is at least attached to mainland China. Too bad Dalai Don Ho died.
Reply:I ask you, is Hawaii a state and star in your flag????? What do you have against Hawaiian or other island nations and Mexico? Why should Hawaii call itself lucky putting flowers around Americans neck? Get off your big horse by yourself. The fall might hurt you.............
Reply:All the states had aboriginal peoples before Asian, European, and African settlers moved in. The true Americans are the aboriginal peoples that were here before the settlers. Perhaps, unless your Native American you shouldn't run for president!!!
True Hawaii was one of the last states to gain a star on the flag. It is no more or less part of the states as Kansas which is where Obama's mother grew up. Obama's mother and father met in Hawaii where they both went to college. Every state has a history of aboriginal peoples and settlers from just about every continent in the world. And yes, they all spoke different languages.
It wasn't that long ago that Texans had talked about becoming a country on there own, separate from the states. Does this make Texans and the Bush family un-American??? Every state has its cultural differences from New Orleans, LA to New York, NY.
Shouldn't the candidates for president be voted on for their ability to do the job and their position on the issues not their geographical distance of their birth town from the Capital of the U.S.
I'm sorry but I find this question extremely racists and I'm not sure why I even bothered answering it. But hopefully it sheds some light in some dark areas of the States.
Reply:He's actually a Nigerian Muslim.
Reply:I lived in Hawaii for two years, and it is NOT an international call to the lower 48. How absurd.
Now: I don't even know what the point of this post is. Hawaii is a state as much as any other. It's very different from the rest of the country, but then again how much does Little Rock or Tulsa have in common with NYC?
I also note that you mention that Hawaii has lots of people of Asian descent, which makes it less American. So not only white people (and Christians, presumably) and blacks can be "real" Americans, but if you GREW UP around non-white or non-black people, then you can't be a "real" American either. This argument is so obscenely racist and ignorant of American civics that it doesn't deserve a response, which is fortunate considering that it's not a proper question.
Reply:Maybe you ought to ask yourself that same question.
Your knowledge of American history and geography is lower that that of a newly made citizen who has to take a test.
Your knowledge of how Americans are all individuals and all states have their special history, yet still come together is paltry and ridiculous, so silly is it that I've decided you are just kidding, no one could be so ignorant.
Although...I've been wrong before.
Reply:at the beginning u were just 13 state....
what u want more?
in europe we were just 6 now, we are the EU of 25 , and we all considered europeans.
Reply:The last time I checked Hawaii is one of the 50 states of the U.S. Also Obama is from Illinois not Hawaii
Reply:Your question is about as stupid as they come. I live in Alaska and people ask me if that's in the United States. No, actually we are still part of the Soviet Union. Well duh...
Hawaii is as ever bit American as you are lady.
Reply:I'm not sure if hes Hawaiian
Reply:If you are born in any of the 50 states, then you are automatically a U.S. citizen.
Reply:Yeah its weird how like even though Hawaii is technically part of the US calling someone up there costs the same as an international call.
I'm always like "WTF!? Hawaii is part of America! That should be charged as a domestic call!"
Reply:I'm cuban (white cuban that is) and I'm more american than Obama....
his church hates white people ...really segragationist!!!!
Reply:Yes Hawaii is America, so is Alaska. I have lived in both, and although they are a bit different than the other 48 states, they still consider themselves Americans. There's only a small group of people that think they aren't part of America. Unlike Puerto Rico, where a lot of people act like they aren't part of America when they are.
Reply:You are right America did claim hawahi as there own land even though its not.
Reply:Those 5 paragraph that you wrote there are very racist. Hawaii is a part of the US and it is a privellage to both the countrys and not a birth-right.
Reply:I don't mean to be offensive but I don't know if your question in meant to be tongue in cheek or if this is a serious query.
If you really do feel this way you don't have a clue as to what our country is all about. We are the UNITED States of America. We've been a melting pot of cultures and traditions for over 300 years. Americans have resided in Hawaii for that length of time and longer. Have you ever been there?
We mainlanders are fortunate to have Hawaiians who were eager to become part of the United States. The US was strongly desirous of acquiring Hawaii as our 50th state in 1959 for economic reasons. But it also provides a base for protecting yours and my a--.
Your assertion that Hawaii is not part of the US is laughable. Hawaii is every bit a part of the US as California or Rhode Island.
Incidentally, Hawaiians have no need for us to support them to "keep them eating". Their residents have one of the highest per capita income levels in the nation. Even if that were not true, they'd eat a lot better than you and I ever would without putting flowers around other "Americans" necks. They can live off the land year round which I'll bet you can't do where you live.
Obama is more American than someone like you asking an absurd question like this. He has an American view of the UNITED STATES if America. Pull out your history book or read Wikipedia at least.
Maybe you are a STATE-o-phobe? If you don't like Obama find a better reason to dislike him.
Help ? Anyone Bi in French and English ?
Would anyone mind translating this for me ? it would mean the world :
There are many beautiful botanical gardens, scenic waterfalls ( Fa'rarumi Waterfalls abouve ), historical landmarks ( such as Point Venus ), museums, and spectacular beaches.
Facts :
Tahiti is a popular vacation spot year-round because its pleasant tropical weather never leaves.
There are 118 islands that make up Tahiti.
On average, Tahiti's weather is 79 F.
Tahiti is well known for its warm hospitality and waters, green hill and exotic flowers and plants.
go shopping. We buy souveniers for our family and friends.
on tuesday we go to Gauguin Museum and eat at the popular resturant there. Our favorite display in the museum were the bronze sculptures
Wednesday we go to Point Venus, Captain Cook's first landing spot. The Sand there is black.
Thursday we go snorkeling and see a turtle. After that we went to a Polynesian restaurant.
Today is our last day. We will miss the island, and spend our last few hours relaxing and trying to catch a few more rays.
Help ? Anyone Bi in French and English ?
I'm bi-lingual, but I'm also a translator. Translations cost money. Sorry, no time.
Tahiti was wonderful in the mid 70s, has tourism spoilt it?
Reply:I'm French-English, you've made it so long, and one said yes it costs. I'm giving you the first line:
Tahiti est un endroit populaire de vacance toute l'annee, Par son climat tropical qui se maintient toujours.
That's it. The rest is for you to do.
Reply:Tahiti est un endroit populaire de vacance toute l'annee, Par son climat tropical qui se maintient toujours.
Il existe 118 îles qui forment Tahiti.
En moyenne, la température est de Tahiti 79 F.
Tahiti est bien connue pour son hospitalité chaleureuse et des eaux, le vert colline et des fleurs exotiques et des plantes.
Aller faire du shopping. Nous achetons des souvenirs pour notre famille et les amis.
Le mardi, nous allons au Musée Gauguin et manger au restaurant populaire là-bas. Notre favori exposées au musée ont été les sculptures en bronze
Mercredi nous allons au point Vénus, le capitaine Cook, le premier point de débarquement. Le sable y est noir.
Jeudi, nous snorkeling et aller voir une tortue. Après cela, nous allions dans un restaurant polynésien.
Aujourd'hui, c'est notre dernier jour. Nous regretterons l'île, et à dépenser nos dernières heures de détente et d'essayer d'attraper un peu plus de rayons.
Hope it helps!!
....
There are many beautiful botanical gardens, scenic waterfalls ( Fa'rarumi Waterfalls abouve ), historical landmarks ( such as Point Venus ), museums, and spectacular beaches.
Facts :
Tahiti is a popular vacation spot year-round because its pleasant tropical weather never leaves.
There are 118 islands that make up Tahiti.
On average, Tahiti's weather is 79 F.
Tahiti is well known for its warm hospitality and waters, green hill and exotic flowers and plants.
go shopping. We buy souveniers for our family and friends.
on tuesday we go to Gauguin Museum and eat at the popular resturant there. Our favorite display in the museum were the bronze sculptures
Wednesday we go to Point Venus, Captain Cook's first landing spot. The Sand there is black.
Thursday we go snorkeling and see a turtle. After that we went to a Polynesian restaurant.
Today is our last day. We will miss the island, and spend our last few hours relaxing and trying to catch a few more rays.
Help ? Anyone Bi in French and English ?
I'm bi-lingual, but I'm also a translator. Translations cost money. Sorry, no time.
Tahiti was wonderful in the mid 70s, has tourism spoilt it?
Reply:I'm French-English, you've made it so long, and one said yes it costs. I'm giving you the first line:
Tahiti est un endroit populaire de vacance toute l'annee, Par son climat tropical qui se maintient toujours.
That's it. The rest is for you to do.
Reply:Tahiti est un endroit populaire de vacance toute l'annee, Par son climat tropical qui se maintient toujours.
Il existe 118 îles qui forment Tahiti.
En moyenne, la température est de Tahiti 79 F.
Tahiti est bien connue pour son hospitalité chaleureuse et des eaux, le vert colline et des fleurs exotiques et des plantes.
Aller faire du shopping. Nous achetons des souvenirs pour notre famille et les amis.
Le mardi, nous allons au Musée Gauguin et manger au restaurant populaire là-bas. Notre favori exposées au musée ont été les sculptures en bronze
Mercredi nous allons au point Vénus, le capitaine Cook, le premier point de débarquement. Le sable y est noir.
Jeudi, nous snorkeling et aller voir une tortue. Après cela, nous allions dans un restaurant polynésien.
Aujourd'hui, c'est notre dernier jour. Nous regretterons l'île, et à dépenser nos dernières heures de détente et d'essayer d'attraper un peu plus de rayons.
Hope it helps!!
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Are my translations correct?
some words are in parenthesis because i don't know how to translate them. so can someone edit them? thanks
The diet of the animal: La dieta del animal
This bird is an herbivore; they mainly eat fruits, and large seeds. Its favorites are apples, oranges and bananas. Sometimes they eat nuts, flowers, grains and nectar.
El arbol es un (herbivore), ellos comen frutas y semas grandes. Le gustan mucho manzanas, naranjas, y platanos. A veces comen (nuts), flores , (grains) y nectar.
Where this animal lives (which countries): De donde vive?
A large part of animal live in tropical forests in Mexico, Peru and Brazil. However, they used to range from north to southern Tamaulipas. It can still be found on the island of Coiba.
Are my translations correct?
La dieta del animal
este pajaro es herbivoro; ellos comen principalmente frutas y semillas grandes. sus favoritas son manzanas, chinas, y guineos. algunas veces comen nueces, flores, granos, y nectar.
¿Dónde vive este animal (en que paises)?
Una gran parte de los animales viven en los bosques tropicales de Mexico, Perú y Brasil. Sin embargo, ellos solían ir de norte a sur de Tamaulipas. Ellos pueden encontrados en la isla de Coiba.
Reply:árbol is tree. You need to find the word for bird.
semas is wrong, nuts, you still need, grains.
and your last sentence didn't translate.
Hey, here's and idea. Instead of plugging it into a computer translator, actually DO the translation, yourself. Then you will actually LEARN the words, which is so much better than learning how to copy them.
Reply:Yes ur right
PDA
The diet of the animal: La dieta del animal
This bird is an herbivore; they mainly eat fruits, and large seeds. Its favorites are apples, oranges and bananas. Sometimes they eat nuts, flowers, grains and nectar.
El arbol es un (herbivore), ellos comen frutas y semas grandes. Le gustan mucho manzanas, naranjas, y platanos. A veces comen (nuts), flores , (grains) y nectar.
Where this animal lives (which countries): De donde vive?
A large part of animal live in tropical forests in Mexico, Peru and Brazil. However, they used to range from north to southern Tamaulipas. It can still be found on the island of Coiba.
Are my translations correct?
La dieta del animal
este pajaro es herbivoro; ellos comen principalmente frutas y semillas grandes. sus favoritas son manzanas, chinas, y guineos. algunas veces comen nueces, flores, granos, y nectar.
¿Dónde vive este animal (en que paises)?
Una gran parte de los animales viven en los bosques tropicales de Mexico, Perú y Brasil. Sin embargo, ellos solían ir de norte a sur de Tamaulipas. Ellos pueden encontrados en la isla de Coiba.
Reply:árbol is tree. You need to find the word for bird.
semas is wrong, nuts, you still need, grains.
and your last sentence didn't translate.
Hey, here's and idea. Instead of plugging it into a computer translator, actually DO the translation, yourself. Then you will actually LEARN the words, which is so much better than learning how to copy them.
Reply:Yes ur right
PDA
Is there anything I can do about my allergies?
I feel like I'm allergic to almost everything
I'm deathly allergic to latex
I'm deathly allergic to tropical fruits
deathy allergic to cats
watermellon
peaches
oranges
and sosur green apples
shell fish
fresh cut grass
spring air
autumn air
mold
dogs
perfumes
trees
flowers
bees
milk
something in my room that I have not discovered yet but I have hives right now and my eyes are swolen
and I get really bad hives from most metals [like cheep silvers]
is there anything I can do to get rid of at least a few of these allergies PERMINENTLY
Is there anything I can do about my allergies?
you can get shots for it and you have to be tested before the shots.. i had it and the shots made my teeth itch haha. i'm not as bad but with cats (ewww) and most dogs i'm like that..you'll find that you not that sick around dogs with hair like poodles.
Reply:Your liver is what flushes out toxins from your body. If you have a bad or a diseased liver, you could become allergic to a lot of things. So go and get your liver checked out by an expert.
I'm deathly allergic to latex
I'm deathly allergic to tropical fruits
deathy allergic to cats
watermellon
peaches
oranges
and sosur green apples
shell fish
fresh cut grass
spring air
autumn air
mold
dogs
perfumes
trees
flowers
bees
milk
something in my room that I have not discovered yet but I have hives right now and my eyes are swolen
and I get really bad hives from most metals [like cheep silvers]
is there anything I can do to get rid of at least a few of these allergies PERMINENTLY
Is there anything I can do about my allergies?
you can get shots for it and you have to be tested before the shots.. i had it and the shots made my teeth itch haha. i'm not as bad but with cats (ewww) and most dogs i'm like that..you'll find that you not that sick around dogs with hair like poodles.
Reply:Your liver is what flushes out toxins from your body. If you have a bad or a diseased liver, you could become allergic to a lot of things. So go and get your liver checked out by an expert.
What should I do about this stupid wedding?
my fiance and i can't afford a wedding, nor a honeymoon and his parents said they will pay for half if we all just go down to the bahamas and get married and spend a week there. his parents, my parents, siblings and us. sounds like a great idea? of course. except that my parents are saying no way! they want there to be a big to do for this wedding in our hometown but they can't afford to do that and neither can we!! my mom already has told me that her friends are going to donate the photographer, food, decorations, and flowers and to me, that just sounds horrible!! i'm too embarrassed to do that and my fiance has already said he will not show up if we do that. i've never been out of the country and this just sounds likea wonderful idea to me but with my parents guilt tripping me about this i don't know what to do. my fiance and i really really just want to have a private ceremony anywhere we go so why not on a tropical island? i really don't know what to do. i'm stuck! i need help!
What should I do about this stupid wedding?
Wow this sounds just like my first wedding, except it was my future mother in law that was being such a problem. We ended up getting married in Jamaica at a resort. My immediate family, best friend, his dad and step-mom were there. It was not near as expensive as having a big blowout hometown wedding. However, after the fact, I really regretted not getting married in my hometown. My friends and extended family did not get to see me get married. His mother also missed out, since she refused to get on an airplane. Don't get me wrong, our day was perfect without his mother's interference, but I always felt like we didn't do it the right way.
I would have a talk with your fiance and see if you two can come up with a middle ground. Once you do this, go talk to your parents and his parents. Remind everyone that this is your day and you want things to be as close to perfect as possible. Also, do some research on what the costs would be to get married in your hometown compared to a tropical island. The biggest cost for the tropical island is getting people down there for the ceremony and finding a place for everyone to stay. Lots of resorts have wedding packages, which are surprisingly reasonable and very romantic. Really in the end it should be up to you and your fiance what is decided. I hope this helps....good luck and best wishes!
Reply:You're not stuck. You're just upset.
This won't be pretty - but here's a way to deal with things.
Call a nearby inn or B%26amp;B. Arrange for 3 guest rooms and the ceremony to be held there on ____ date.
Invite both sets of parents to dinner at your house.
After dinner, stand up and say "Joe and I have something to say to all of you."
Tell your parents that you will not under any circumstances be married with a big, grand to-do and that there will be absolutely NO if's and's or but's about it. You will NOT be paraded about as some kind of "object" being shown off and the whole idea is repgunant to you both.
Tell your fiance's family how honored you are that they are willinig to help you with a lovely Bahama's vacation but since there is opposition on the parts of others, you have to respectfully decline - and suggest that a Bahama's vacation might be in the works for your first anniversary.
Then, announce your "compromise" plans: That you two will host a small, intimate wedding ceremony and dinner at a nearby inn or B%26amp;B - the cost is reasonable and you two can handle all of the plans yourself with no help from either set of parents.
This avoids looking like you're choosing sides.
The date is _____ and that is final.
Only these 4 guests are invited: Your mother and father - His mother and father. No one else. No friends, no relatives, no big to-do's. No argument.
There will be shock and horror on everyone's part -but you two stand your ground
Of course, this is only one way to handle things while still having your parents there - otherwise I would elope and announce over dinner that you two are already married and no further ceremony or pageantry is needed, thank you.
Reply:Elope and spare everyone's feelings. It's not about the wedding, it's more about the marriage. If it's all about the wedding, then you are getting married for all the wrong reasons.
Reply:Do what makes you and your fiance happy. You only get one wedding day, do you want to be bullied into having it someone elses way?
Forget what people think and say. Even if they are offended to begin with they are family and will love you no matter what.
Reply:I think it's up to you and your FI
Reply:If your parents can't afford to give you the wedding they want, then they can't expect you to do it. Tell them it would be humiliating to take donations from their friends. Tell them they are welcome to come to the Bahamas to your wedding. You need to do what YOU want, they will get over it.
Or, you could wait to get married until you and your fiance can afford it %26amp; do it the way YOU want to then.
I got married in St Thomas, US Virgin Islands mid-way through a Caribbean cruise. It was great! It was just the 2 of us. My dad was a bit pissed about the idea but he got over it. Then a few years later he did the same thing %26amp; got married on a cruise.
It really bugs me how so many people get so stressed about their weddings, trying to please everyone else (impossible to do) but themselves. This is YOUR day (you %26amp; your husband to be) so do what YOU want.
Congrats %26amp; enjoy!
Reply:My girlfriend had half of her things donated. Instead of calling it "donated" call it a "gift". Someone gave you your photography as a gift. It is your wedding gift that they are giving you. Take it and be thankful, cause girl, this stuff is way expensive.
Can you appease both parents and do both??
Also, maybe your parents, should talk with his parents to find some middle ground
Reply:i say you know what. screw it to what the parents want you to do.. and go off and get married without either side there. have a quiet ceremony in hawaii, vegas, tennesse, new york. If its stressing you out that much.. Then tell your folks (both sides), you all are stressing us out.. and were going away to get married without any involvement. Good luck.
Reply:well first things first this is your wedding not your parents not your fiance's parents his and yours, ask yourself what do u want (and it's obvious what you want), you need to explain that to your parents tell them that it's really not fair to you to make any demmands on an occasion that is supposed to be about what will make you happy. usually planning a wedding is tough and stressful but it should not go this far and most important speak to you fiance tell him how you fell what all this is doing to you call a family meeting and both of you address it ...hope everyhting works out all the happiness to both of you
Reply:go out of town fo rthe wedding and have a reception party with all the donated services that will satisfy your parents and their friends
Reply:Honey it is time to stand up and be a woman. You are about to marry so you had better learn how to stand up for youself. Now your parents are being unreasonable. That is the most embarassing thing I have heard in a while. What are they thinking.
What your future inlaws propose is a wondreful idea. I have been to the Bahamas and it is the closest thing to Paradise on this planet. You want to go, and your fiance refused to attend the "beg and borrow" wedding your parents plan, Your choice seems clear to me. Go and get married in Paradise.
Do not allow your parents to guilt trip you. They are using that to manipulate you, to break you down so that you will cave and do what they so selfishly want. If they could afford the big plans they have it might be different but the choice would still be yours.
Turn the tables. They use guilt, you use guilt. Tell them that they are ruining your special time and that you want to go to the bahamas. You invite them to come and that is that. They will do what they will do. Guilt, lay it on them for trying to take over your wedding and imposing a mess on yu when they should be happy for you and pleased that you have an opportunity like this offered to you.
What they do is up to them and is not dependent on what you do. They need to realize that this is not about them. IF they will miss the wedding, that is their choice and waaay too bad, but if you stick to your guns I bet they change their minds.
Bottom line is who are you going to live your life for, your parents or for your husband and yourself. It really is that simple.
Reply:don;t listen to his family; it will be your downfall
Reply:Your parents intentions are from the heart, but you need to have a hear to heart with them. Express your wants and desires, as well as your concerns. Remind them this is YOUR day.
Possibly "tell them" down the road, on a anniversary, when you are more financially stable you will renew your vows in front of friends and family, and have the big celebration then.
Do you guys own your own home yet? If not tell them you rather save up for a home of your own rather than dump all this money on a one day party. This will show your parents responsibility.
If they cant honor your wishes it will be sad, but this is your day, and thats bottom line.
Reply:It is your day, do what you want. Maybe you can go to the bahamas and get married and then when you get back you can have a party with everyone else.
Reply:Its really just up to what you want. I had sort of the same delimma we couldnt afford the big wedding that we really wanted and didnt want to have to take donations from everyone because we would feel really bad and embarassed about that so we thought about going on a cruise with close family and friends and doing it that way. The only downfall was that there were people we really wanted there that wouldnt have been able to go. grandparents that are not in the health condition to be traveling and there were conflicts with everyone being able to get off work and fit it in their schedule. Its hard but if you can manage then tell your family that its really what YOU want and go for it!! If you tell them that its what YOU REALLY want, then they have no right to say no. i think its an awesome idea!!
Reply:Sweetie, it is YOUR wedding, not your parent's. They already got married. Now, it is your turn to do it the way YOU want. If a private ceremony is what you want, do it.
Reply:Your Fiance would snob his own wedding?
Your calling your own wedding 'Stupid'?
Sorry.....but you both need to re-evaluate what a wedding is, and whether you are both happy enough to commit to spending the rest of your lives together!
Reply:It's YOUR marriage, YOUR wedding... do what feels right to you both.
I have a suggestion.. Get married in the Bahamas as you would like THEN when you return let your parents and their friends throw that reception for you..your parents are, happy , his parents are happy and you two don't have to "swallow your pride"..You get the best of both worlds !
Reply:Sounds like a power struggle to me. You and your groom decide, and that's it.
Reply:Here's your first chance to recognize that, from your marriage on, your "family" is you and your husband, not your parents. How and where you decide to have your wedding should be between you and your husband. The fact that your parents disagree with what your fiance wants should have NO bearing on the situation whatsoever.
Reply:I'm not trying to be rude, or a total downer here, but if you cannot afford a wedding or honeymoon - are you really prepared to get married? Could you afford to live together?
Reply:Just tell your parents that it is your wedding not theirs. They already had their wedding it is now your turn I would tell them that you are going to share this day the way that you and your fiance choose to. If they choose to come that they our more than welcome if not than they will be the ones that loose out
Reply:You need to simply tell your parents that you really like the idea of the bahamas, and that it's what you two want as a couple that counts, not what everyone else thinks. Of course tell them in a gentle way, but stick to your decision and be happy about it, who wouldn't want to run off to the bahamas and get married?
Reply:do what you want...it's your wedding not your parent's...what a great idea...
Reply:Perfect example of the expression of "Monster in Laws"
Reply:sounds like you need to take a private trip that no one else knows about...
My Fi an I are paying for everything.People have suggested things but that is as far as i let them go with it. My mom keeps trying to get me to do stuff that cost more money, and my response (in a nice voice) is always "who is paying for this again??" And she gets the hint.
best of luck to you in whatever you choose. But whatever you choose make it about you and your FI no one else..
Reply:COmpromise. Go get married in the bahamas and when you return have a reception for with tht e rest of the family. You can make a great reception for not a lot of money. Have a big barbecue. Have a pot luck. Graciously accept the gifts your moms friends want to give you to help out. Your only other choise (besides dissapointing either yourself or your parents) is to wait until you have enough money to have the wedding YOU want to have. (which is why my fiance and I delayed our wedding for another year). Good luck.
Reply:This really is a tough situation to be in. Of course your wedding should be the day of your dreams. After all, it is "your" day. But there is no doubt that your mother has had her own dreams of this day since the day you were born. Maybe you can compromise by having a reception after you come home from the Bahamas. Let your mom organize it. Don't worry about her friends chipping in. They wouldn't do it if they didn't want to. Hey, this is tradition in the Mexican culture.
Be sure to be sensitive towards your mother's feelings. My little girl is still only 4 yrs old, but I find myself dreaming often of her wedding day. I can't imagine how I would feel if 20-25 yrs from now she wants to fly off to an island to get married. Of course we all want what our childrens' hearts desire, but sometime our selfishness can hurt our feelings.
Reply:It sounds like both sets of parents are manipulative in one way or another, so you need to do what will make you happy. It seems as if both you and your fiance truly want to get married on a tropical island. I was married on the island of Kauai and the pictures are georgeous. You won't get pics like that from someone's backyard or the type of wedding your mom wants you to have. On the other hand, can you afford paying the other half of the tropical wedding? If you find that you can afford it, you should consider making sure that at least one or two couples are present with you. If you don't have someone there to celebrate the occassion with you, it will feel empty. This is why all of those people who get civil service weddings want to have a large celebration later---because the ceremony lasts for 2 minutes, then it's over with no celebration and (usually the girl) feels cheated out of a celebration. Ask your mom if she would be willing to have the party for you after the fact when you come home. That way you can have both the tropical wedding and the celebration.
What should I do about this stupid wedding?
Wow this sounds just like my first wedding, except it was my future mother in law that was being such a problem. We ended up getting married in Jamaica at a resort. My immediate family, best friend, his dad and step-mom were there. It was not near as expensive as having a big blowout hometown wedding. However, after the fact, I really regretted not getting married in my hometown. My friends and extended family did not get to see me get married. His mother also missed out, since she refused to get on an airplane. Don't get me wrong, our day was perfect without his mother's interference, but I always felt like we didn't do it the right way.
I would have a talk with your fiance and see if you two can come up with a middle ground. Once you do this, go talk to your parents and his parents. Remind everyone that this is your day and you want things to be as close to perfect as possible. Also, do some research on what the costs would be to get married in your hometown compared to a tropical island. The biggest cost for the tropical island is getting people down there for the ceremony and finding a place for everyone to stay. Lots of resorts have wedding packages, which are surprisingly reasonable and very romantic. Really in the end it should be up to you and your fiance what is decided. I hope this helps....good luck and best wishes!
Reply:You're not stuck. You're just upset.
This won't be pretty - but here's a way to deal with things.
Call a nearby inn or B%26amp;B. Arrange for 3 guest rooms and the ceremony to be held there on ____ date.
Invite both sets of parents to dinner at your house.
After dinner, stand up and say "Joe and I have something to say to all of you."
Tell your parents that you will not under any circumstances be married with a big, grand to-do and that there will be absolutely NO if's and's or but's about it. You will NOT be paraded about as some kind of "object" being shown off and the whole idea is repgunant to you both.
Tell your fiance's family how honored you are that they are willinig to help you with a lovely Bahama's vacation but since there is opposition on the parts of others, you have to respectfully decline - and suggest that a Bahama's vacation might be in the works for your first anniversary.
Then, announce your "compromise" plans: That you two will host a small, intimate wedding ceremony and dinner at a nearby inn or B%26amp;B - the cost is reasonable and you two can handle all of the plans yourself with no help from either set of parents.
This avoids looking like you're choosing sides.
The date is _____ and that is final.
Only these 4 guests are invited: Your mother and father - His mother and father. No one else. No friends, no relatives, no big to-do's. No argument.
There will be shock and horror on everyone's part -but you two stand your ground
Of course, this is only one way to handle things while still having your parents there - otherwise I would elope and announce over dinner that you two are already married and no further ceremony or pageantry is needed, thank you.
Reply:Elope and spare everyone's feelings. It's not about the wedding, it's more about the marriage. If it's all about the wedding, then you are getting married for all the wrong reasons.
Reply:Do what makes you and your fiance happy. You only get one wedding day, do you want to be bullied into having it someone elses way?
Forget what people think and say. Even if they are offended to begin with they are family and will love you no matter what.
Reply:I think it's up to you and your FI
Reply:If your parents can't afford to give you the wedding they want, then they can't expect you to do it. Tell them it would be humiliating to take donations from their friends. Tell them they are welcome to come to the Bahamas to your wedding. You need to do what YOU want, they will get over it.
Or, you could wait to get married until you and your fiance can afford it %26amp; do it the way YOU want to then.
I got married in St Thomas, US Virgin Islands mid-way through a Caribbean cruise. It was great! It was just the 2 of us. My dad was a bit pissed about the idea but he got over it. Then a few years later he did the same thing %26amp; got married on a cruise.
It really bugs me how so many people get so stressed about their weddings, trying to please everyone else (impossible to do) but themselves. This is YOUR day (you %26amp; your husband to be) so do what YOU want.
Congrats %26amp; enjoy!
Reply:My girlfriend had half of her things donated. Instead of calling it "donated" call it a "gift". Someone gave you your photography as a gift. It is your wedding gift that they are giving you. Take it and be thankful, cause girl, this stuff is way expensive.
Can you appease both parents and do both??
Also, maybe your parents, should talk with his parents to find some middle ground
Reply:i say you know what. screw it to what the parents want you to do.. and go off and get married without either side there. have a quiet ceremony in hawaii, vegas, tennesse, new york. If its stressing you out that much.. Then tell your folks (both sides), you all are stressing us out.. and were going away to get married without any involvement. Good luck.
Reply:well first things first this is your wedding not your parents not your fiance's parents his and yours, ask yourself what do u want (and it's obvious what you want), you need to explain that to your parents tell them that it's really not fair to you to make any demmands on an occasion that is supposed to be about what will make you happy. usually planning a wedding is tough and stressful but it should not go this far and most important speak to you fiance tell him how you fell what all this is doing to you call a family meeting and both of you address it ...hope everyhting works out all the happiness to both of you
Reply:go out of town fo rthe wedding and have a reception party with all the donated services that will satisfy your parents and their friends
Reply:Honey it is time to stand up and be a woman. You are about to marry so you had better learn how to stand up for youself. Now your parents are being unreasonable. That is the most embarassing thing I have heard in a while. What are they thinking.
What your future inlaws propose is a wondreful idea. I have been to the Bahamas and it is the closest thing to Paradise on this planet. You want to go, and your fiance refused to attend the "beg and borrow" wedding your parents plan, Your choice seems clear to me. Go and get married in Paradise.
Do not allow your parents to guilt trip you. They are using that to manipulate you, to break you down so that you will cave and do what they so selfishly want. If they could afford the big plans they have it might be different but the choice would still be yours.
Turn the tables. They use guilt, you use guilt. Tell them that they are ruining your special time and that you want to go to the bahamas. You invite them to come and that is that. They will do what they will do. Guilt, lay it on them for trying to take over your wedding and imposing a mess on yu when they should be happy for you and pleased that you have an opportunity like this offered to you.
What they do is up to them and is not dependent on what you do. They need to realize that this is not about them. IF they will miss the wedding, that is their choice and waaay too bad, but if you stick to your guns I bet they change their minds.
Bottom line is who are you going to live your life for, your parents or for your husband and yourself. It really is that simple.
Reply:don;t listen to his family; it will be your downfall
Reply:Your parents intentions are from the heart, but you need to have a hear to heart with them. Express your wants and desires, as well as your concerns. Remind them this is YOUR day.
Possibly "tell them" down the road, on a anniversary, when you are more financially stable you will renew your vows in front of friends and family, and have the big celebration then.
Do you guys own your own home yet? If not tell them you rather save up for a home of your own rather than dump all this money on a one day party. This will show your parents responsibility.
If they cant honor your wishes it will be sad, but this is your day, and thats bottom line.
Reply:It is your day, do what you want. Maybe you can go to the bahamas and get married and then when you get back you can have a party with everyone else.
Reply:Its really just up to what you want. I had sort of the same delimma we couldnt afford the big wedding that we really wanted and didnt want to have to take donations from everyone because we would feel really bad and embarassed about that so we thought about going on a cruise with close family and friends and doing it that way. The only downfall was that there were people we really wanted there that wouldnt have been able to go. grandparents that are not in the health condition to be traveling and there were conflicts with everyone being able to get off work and fit it in their schedule. Its hard but if you can manage then tell your family that its really what YOU want and go for it!! If you tell them that its what YOU REALLY want, then they have no right to say no. i think its an awesome idea!!
Reply:Sweetie, it is YOUR wedding, not your parent's. They already got married. Now, it is your turn to do it the way YOU want. If a private ceremony is what you want, do it.
Reply:Your Fiance would snob his own wedding?
Your calling your own wedding 'Stupid'?
Sorry.....but you both need to re-evaluate what a wedding is, and whether you are both happy enough to commit to spending the rest of your lives together!
Reply:It's YOUR marriage, YOUR wedding... do what feels right to you both.
I have a suggestion.. Get married in the Bahamas as you would like THEN when you return let your parents and their friends throw that reception for you..your parents are, happy , his parents are happy and you two don't have to "swallow your pride"..You get the best of both worlds !
Reply:Sounds like a power struggle to me. You and your groom decide, and that's it.
Reply:Here's your first chance to recognize that, from your marriage on, your "family" is you and your husband, not your parents. How and where you decide to have your wedding should be between you and your husband. The fact that your parents disagree with what your fiance wants should have NO bearing on the situation whatsoever.
Reply:I'm not trying to be rude, or a total downer here, but if you cannot afford a wedding or honeymoon - are you really prepared to get married? Could you afford to live together?
Reply:Just tell your parents that it is your wedding not theirs. They already had their wedding it is now your turn I would tell them that you are going to share this day the way that you and your fiance choose to. If they choose to come that they our more than welcome if not than they will be the ones that loose out
Reply:You need to simply tell your parents that you really like the idea of the bahamas, and that it's what you two want as a couple that counts, not what everyone else thinks. Of course tell them in a gentle way, but stick to your decision and be happy about it, who wouldn't want to run off to the bahamas and get married?
Reply:do what you want...it's your wedding not your parent's...what a great idea...
Reply:Perfect example of the expression of "Monster in Laws"
Reply:sounds like you need to take a private trip that no one else knows about...
My Fi an I are paying for everything.People have suggested things but that is as far as i let them go with it. My mom keeps trying to get me to do stuff that cost more money, and my response (in a nice voice) is always "who is paying for this again??" And she gets the hint.
best of luck to you in whatever you choose. But whatever you choose make it about you and your FI no one else..
Reply:COmpromise. Go get married in the bahamas and when you return have a reception for with tht e rest of the family. You can make a great reception for not a lot of money. Have a big barbecue. Have a pot luck. Graciously accept the gifts your moms friends want to give you to help out. Your only other choise (besides dissapointing either yourself or your parents) is to wait until you have enough money to have the wedding YOU want to have. (which is why my fiance and I delayed our wedding for another year). Good luck.
Reply:This really is a tough situation to be in. Of course your wedding should be the day of your dreams. After all, it is "your" day. But there is no doubt that your mother has had her own dreams of this day since the day you were born. Maybe you can compromise by having a reception after you come home from the Bahamas. Let your mom organize it. Don't worry about her friends chipping in. They wouldn't do it if they didn't want to. Hey, this is tradition in the Mexican culture.
Be sure to be sensitive towards your mother's feelings. My little girl is still only 4 yrs old, but I find myself dreaming often of her wedding day. I can't imagine how I would feel if 20-25 yrs from now she wants to fly off to an island to get married. Of course we all want what our childrens' hearts desire, but sometime our selfishness can hurt our feelings.
Reply:It sounds like both sets of parents are manipulative in one way or another, so you need to do what will make you happy. It seems as if both you and your fiance truly want to get married on a tropical island. I was married on the island of Kauai and the pictures are georgeous. You won't get pics like that from someone's backyard or the type of wedding your mom wants you to have. On the other hand, can you afford paying the other half of the tropical wedding? If you find that you can afford it, you should consider making sure that at least one or two couples are present with you. If you don't have someone there to celebrate the occassion with you, it will feel empty. This is why all of those people who get civil service weddings want to have a large celebration later---because the ceremony lasts for 2 minutes, then it's over with no celebration and (usually the girl) feels cheated out of a celebration. Ask your mom if she would be willing to have the party for you after the fact when you come home. That way you can have both the tropical wedding and the celebration.
For My Lover, Returning to His Wife...?
What permission does Anne Sexton give to her lover and is she jealous at the end ?
She is all there.
She was melted carefully down for you
and cast up from your childhood,
cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies.
She has always been there, my darling.
She is, in fact, exquisite.
Fireworks in the dull middle of February
and as real as a cast-iron pot.
Let's face it, I have been momentary.
A luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor.
My hair rising like smoke from the car window.
Littleneck clams out of season.
She is more than that. She is your have to have,
has grown you your practical your tropical growth.
This is not an experiment. She is all harmony.
She sees to oars and oarlocks for the dinghy,
has placed wild flowers at the window at breakfast,
sat by the potter's wheel at midday,
set forth three children under the moon,
three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo,
done this with her legs spread out
in the terrible months in the chapel.
If you glance up, the children are there
like delicate balloons resting on the ceiling.
She has also carried each one down the hall
after supper, their heads privately bent,
two legs protesting, person to person,
her face flushed with a song and their little sleep.
I give you back your heart.
I give you permission—
for the fuse inside her, throbbing
angrily in the dirt, for the ***** in her
and the burying of her wound—
for the burying of her small red wound alive—
for the pale flickering flare under her ribs,
for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse,
for the mother's knee, for the stockings,
for the garter belt, for the call—
the curious call
when you will burrow in arms and breasts
and tug at the orange ribbon in her hair
and answer the call, the curious call.
She is so naked and singular.
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.
For My Lover, Returning to His Wife...?
Wow! That is deep!
She gives her lover back his heart.
Is she jealous? Is she a woman? Of course, heartbroken no doubt!
That story is incredibly well told.
She is all there.
She was melted carefully down for you
and cast up from your childhood,
cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies.
She has always been there, my darling.
She is, in fact, exquisite.
Fireworks in the dull middle of February
and as real as a cast-iron pot.
Let's face it, I have been momentary.
A luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor.
My hair rising like smoke from the car window.
Littleneck clams out of season.
She is more than that. She is your have to have,
has grown you your practical your tropical growth.
This is not an experiment. She is all harmony.
She sees to oars and oarlocks for the dinghy,
has placed wild flowers at the window at breakfast,
sat by the potter's wheel at midday,
set forth three children under the moon,
three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo,
done this with her legs spread out
in the terrible months in the chapel.
If you glance up, the children are there
like delicate balloons resting on the ceiling.
She has also carried each one down the hall
after supper, their heads privately bent,
two legs protesting, person to person,
her face flushed with a song and their little sleep.
I give you back your heart.
I give you permission—
for the fuse inside her, throbbing
angrily in the dirt, for the ***** in her
and the burying of her wound—
for the burying of her small red wound alive—
for the pale flickering flare under her ribs,
for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse,
for the mother's knee, for the stockings,
for the garter belt, for the call—
the curious call
when you will burrow in arms and breasts
and tug at the orange ribbon in her hair
and answer the call, the curious call.
She is so naked and singular.
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.
For My Lover, Returning to His Wife...?
Wow! That is deep!
She gives her lover back his heart.
Is she jealous? Is she a woman? Of course, heartbroken no doubt!
That story is incredibly well told.
Biology help?
Biology help?
1)What are 3 adaptations of seed plats that enable them to live on land?
2)Which generation is more obvious in seed plants? How do the relative sizes of these generations follow a trend in the evolution of plant reproduction?
3)Explain how plant-animal coevolution has led to the development of relationships betwwen vector pollinators and flowers.
4)How does vascular tissue contribute to the strength of plat stems
5)Why do climbing plants survive better in tropical rain forests than do some nonclimbing plants?
6)Why dont most monocot stems grow thicker
Biology help?
I think so , that I can aswer the number 3, exist coevolucion between plant-animal because, is a ciclo of nature, the animals depend it, and the plant absorv the amoniac that give the plants in the air is a ciclo.so animal, plants and seed is one for all and all for one. I think so I don't know, because I cant explain in english,.
riding boots
1)What are 3 adaptations of seed plats that enable them to live on land?
2)Which generation is more obvious in seed plants? How do the relative sizes of these generations follow a trend in the evolution of plant reproduction?
3)Explain how plant-animal coevolution has led to the development of relationships betwwen vector pollinators and flowers.
4)How does vascular tissue contribute to the strength of plat stems
5)Why do climbing plants survive better in tropical rain forests than do some nonclimbing plants?
6)Why dont most monocot stems grow thicker
Biology help?
I think so , that I can aswer the number 3, exist coevolucion between plant-animal because, is a ciclo of nature, the animals depend it, and the plant absorv the amoniac that give the plants in the air is a ciclo.so animal, plants and seed is one for all and all for one. I think so I don't know, because I cant explain in english,.
riding boots
What permission is Sexton granting her lover and is she jealous at the end of the poem?
She is all there.
She was melted carefully down for you
and cast up from your childhood,
cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies.
She has always been there, my darling.
She is, in fact, exquisite.
Fireworks in the dull middle of February
and as real as a cast-iron pot.
Let's face it, I have been momentary.
A luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor.
My hair rising like smoke from the car window.
Littleneck clams out of season.
She is more than that. She is your have to have,
has grown you your practical your tropical growth.
This is not an experiment. She is all harmony.
She sees to oars and oarlocks for the dinghy,
has placed wild flowers at the window at breakfast,
sat by the potter's wheel at midday,
set forth three children under the moon,
three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo,
done this with her legs spread out
in the terrible months in the chapel.
If you glance up, the children are there
like delicate balloons resting on the ceiling.
She has also carried each one down the hall
after supper, their heads privately bent,
two legs protesting, person to person,
her face flushed with a song and their little sleep.
I give you back your heart.
I give you permission—
for the fuse inside her, throbbing
angrily in the dirt, for the ***** in her
and the burying of her wound—
for the burying of her small red wound alive—
for the pale flickering flare under her ribs,
for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse,
for the mother's knee, for the stockings,
for the garter belt, for the call—
the curious call
when you will burrow in arms and breasts
and tug at the orange ribbon in her hair
and answer the call, the curious call.
She is so naked and singular.
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.
What permission is Sexton granting her lover and is she jealous at the end of the poem?
It has been awhile since I've analyzed poetry, but initially, it seems as if Sexton's self is the "other woman" - her lover has decided to go back to his constant. The permission granted is her keeping a sense of control.
Of course, I could be totally wrong. That is my initial interpretation...
Nice choice, though.
She was melted carefully down for you
and cast up from your childhood,
cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies.
She has always been there, my darling.
She is, in fact, exquisite.
Fireworks in the dull middle of February
and as real as a cast-iron pot.
Let's face it, I have been momentary.
A luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor.
My hair rising like smoke from the car window.
Littleneck clams out of season.
She is more than that. She is your have to have,
has grown you your practical your tropical growth.
This is not an experiment. She is all harmony.
She sees to oars and oarlocks for the dinghy,
has placed wild flowers at the window at breakfast,
sat by the potter's wheel at midday,
set forth three children under the moon,
three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo,
done this with her legs spread out
in the terrible months in the chapel.
If you glance up, the children are there
like delicate balloons resting on the ceiling.
She has also carried each one down the hall
after supper, their heads privately bent,
two legs protesting, person to person,
her face flushed with a song and their little sleep.
I give you back your heart.
I give you permission—
for the fuse inside her, throbbing
angrily in the dirt, for the ***** in her
and the burying of her wound—
for the burying of her small red wound alive—
for the pale flickering flare under her ribs,
for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse,
for the mother's knee, for the stockings,
for the garter belt, for the call—
the curious call
when you will burrow in arms and breasts
and tug at the orange ribbon in her hair
and answer the call, the curious call.
She is so naked and singular.
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.
What permission is Sexton granting her lover and is she jealous at the end of the poem?
It has been awhile since I've analyzed poetry, but initially, it seems as if Sexton's self is the "other woman" - her lover has decided to go back to his constant. The permission granted is her keeping a sense of control.
Of course, I could be totally wrong. That is my initial interpretation...
Nice choice, though.
I need help figuring out what colors and centerpiece ideas for my wedding!?
I am having a lakefront august wedding in late afternoon and i want a formal yet semi tropical feel. My main color is apple red with roses, lilies, calla lilies, hydrangeas and dalias for the flowers. That's what my bouquet is going to be made up of and its all red. I need my centerpieces to be around $10-15 a piece and the tables are small and rectangular (4 person). I need some centerpiece ideas with the feel i am going for and any other decorating ideas, and some colors that go with red.
I need help figuring out what colors and centerpiece ideas for my wedding!?
If you want to go with the semi-tropical feel, use palm fronds as table runners. Here is an example of the type of branch I'm talking about:
http://tinyurl.com/44brgz
You can place votive candles down the center of each table. Maybe have a few flowers scattered down the center too. That wouldn't cost as much as a whole centerpiece arrangement.
Would your venue let you scatter some sand and shells on the tables?
Here's a nice idea: http://tinyurl.com/4tcfwk
I think that hot pinks, yellows, oranges, and maybe some turquoise and blue would be good with your red for a "tropical" feel.
Good luck!
Reply:A beautiful romantic, yet tropical idea is a tall, skinny vase (So not blocking peoples views of each other) with fake pearls (romantic) or beads (fun tropical colors) instead of water in it and some flowers in each. (You only need a few because the fake pearls or beads (art shop?) can be shown off, therefore, it will not look empty. The flowers would be placed into the beads or fake pearls, and it would look great!
Hope you like this idea...
CONGRATS AND HAVE A GREAT DAY! XO
Reply:Well my flowers are going to be lilies for sure. What I'm planning on doing with my centerpieces is Getting a clear bowl, put clear stones in the bottom (just 1 layer) then fill half way with water, and put floating candles in it. Then put lilies around the outside of the bowl. Hope I helped! =)
Reply:My fav: Anchor a flower, hydrangeas work, in a bubble bowl and fill it with water. Then place tea light around it. Very pretty and not terribly costly!
Reply:How about low vases of cranberries and water and a few blooms floating?
This would also be a cute option. You could use red pebbles instead of sand.
http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=h...
A dish, tray or cake stand with a pile of red apples with cream flowers would look lovely.
Another beautiful and I think semi tropical look.
http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=h...
I need help figuring out what colors and centerpiece ideas for my wedding!?
If you want to go with the semi-tropical feel, use palm fronds as table runners. Here is an example of the type of branch I'm talking about:
http://tinyurl.com/44brgz
You can place votive candles down the center of each table. Maybe have a few flowers scattered down the center too. That wouldn't cost as much as a whole centerpiece arrangement.
Would your venue let you scatter some sand and shells on the tables?
Here's a nice idea: http://tinyurl.com/4tcfwk
I think that hot pinks, yellows, oranges, and maybe some turquoise and blue would be good with your red for a "tropical" feel.
Good luck!
Reply:A beautiful romantic, yet tropical idea is a tall, skinny vase (So not blocking peoples views of each other) with fake pearls (romantic) or beads (fun tropical colors) instead of water in it and some flowers in each. (You only need a few because the fake pearls or beads (art shop?) can be shown off, therefore, it will not look empty. The flowers would be placed into the beads or fake pearls, and it would look great!
Hope you like this idea...
CONGRATS AND HAVE A GREAT DAY! XO
Reply:Well my flowers are going to be lilies for sure. What I'm planning on doing with my centerpieces is Getting a clear bowl, put clear stones in the bottom (just 1 layer) then fill half way with water, and put floating candles in it. Then put lilies around the outside of the bowl. Hope I helped! =)
Reply:My fav: Anchor a flower, hydrangeas work, in a bubble bowl and fill it with water. Then place tea light around it. Very pretty and not terribly costly!
Reply:How about low vases of cranberries and water and a few blooms floating?
This would also be a cute option. You could use red pebbles instead of sand.
http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=h...
A dish, tray or cake stand with a pile of red apples with cream flowers would look lovely.
Another beautiful and I think semi tropical look.
http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=h...
Celebration dance, please help me. easy 10 points!?
My dance is not this saturday, but the next( june 7th)
this is me: http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g52/Ro...
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g52/Ro...
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g52/Ro...
what color and style dress do you think would look best? im 5'7 and have a large butt and large boobs, but i small waist. the theme is a tropical thing. also, what type of hair would be best? i was thinking an updo with flowers.
please provide pictures
Celebration dance, please help me. easy 10 points!?
tropical?
yes that hair style would be great but you could also wear your hair wavy or curly with a flower in your ear.
http://www.showbizspy.com/story/images/v...
http://www.hairfinder.com/celebrityhair/...
http://www.freshdames.com/images/uploads...
something wavy like those styles
also try bright colors, a short tiered dress would look fabulous. i would definitely go with a pink, yellow, or light green dress.
http://www.bebe.com/gp/product/B000ZN8C3...
http://www.bebe.com/gp/product/B00167JAU...
those are tiered dresses.
ahh updo? ok:
http://www.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/3c/...
http://funkysouls.com/img/Beyonce-BDay.j...
http://www.hairstyles.info/images/upload...
Reply:go naked with a flower in your butt
this is me: http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g52/Ro...
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g52/Ro...
http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g52/Ro...
what color and style dress do you think would look best? im 5'7 and have a large butt and large boobs, but i small waist. the theme is a tropical thing. also, what type of hair would be best? i was thinking an updo with flowers.
please provide pictures
Celebration dance, please help me. easy 10 points!?
tropical?
yes that hair style would be great but you could also wear your hair wavy or curly with a flower in your ear.
http://www.showbizspy.com/story/images/v...
http://www.hairfinder.com/celebrityhair/...
http://www.freshdames.com/images/uploads...
something wavy like those styles
also try bright colors, a short tiered dress would look fabulous. i would definitely go with a pink, yellow, or light green dress.
http://www.bebe.com/gp/product/B000ZN8C3...
http://www.bebe.com/gp/product/B00167JAU...
those are tiered dresses.
ahh updo? ok:
http://www.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/3c/...
http://funkysouls.com/img/Beyonce-BDay.j...
http://www.hairstyles.info/images/upload...
Reply:go naked with a flower in your butt
Please come play with me ;)?
Come PLAY w/ me!!?
Y! SCATTERGORIES...
Your Name: Starts with a T
Rules: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...They MUST be real places, names, things...NOTHING made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it. Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.
1. Athlete: Terrell Owens
2. 4 letter word: Time
3. Street name: Third ST
4. Color: Teal
5. Gifts/presents: Television
6. Vehicles: Toyota
7. Tropical Locations: Taihiti
8. College Majors: Theology
9. Dairy Products:
10. Things in a Souvenir Shop: T-shirts
11. Boy Name: trevor
12. Girl Name: Tasha
13. Movie Titles: Team America World Police
15. Occupations: teacher
16. Flowers: tulips
17. Celebrities: Tom Cruise
18. Magazines: TIME
19. U.S. Cities: Tallahasse (sp?)
20. Pro Sports Teams: Tennessee Titans
lets so how many letters we can get !!!
Please come play with me ;)?
1. Athlete: Charles Barkley
2. 4 letter word: Care
3. Street name: Calvert St.
4. Color: Cerulean
5. Gifts/presents: Computer
6. Vehicles: Cadillac
7. Tropical Locations: Curacao
8. College Majors: Chemical Engineering
9. Dairy Products: Cheese (hahaha easiest one)
10. Things in a Souvenir Shop: Cameras
11. Boy Name: Christopher
12. Girl Name: Camilla
13. Movie Titles: Crash
15. Occupations: Chemist
16. Flowers: Carnation
17. Celebrities: Claudia Schiffer
18. Magazines: Cosmopolitan
19. U.S. Cities: Cleveland
20. Pro Sports Teams: Chicago Cubs
That was entertaining :) I have a Proposition...each new person gets to add ONE new category...in which case: 21. Animal: Cougar :)
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Y! SCATTERGORIES...
Your Name: Starts with a T
Rules: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...They MUST be real places, names, things...NOTHING made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it. Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.
1. Athlete: Terrell Owens
2. 4 letter word: Time
3. Street name: Third ST
4. Color: Teal
5. Gifts/presents: Television
6. Vehicles: Toyota
7. Tropical Locations: Taihiti
8. College Majors: Theology
9. Dairy Products:
10. Things in a Souvenir Shop: T-shirts
11. Boy Name: trevor
12. Girl Name: Tasha
13. Movie Titles: Team America World Police
15. Occupations: teacher
16. Flowers: tulips
17. Celebrities: Tom Cruise
18. Magazines: TIME
19. U.S. Cities: Tallahasse (sp?)
20. Pro Sports Teams: Tennessee Titans
lets so how many letters we can get !!!
Please come play with me ;)?
1. Athlete: Charles Barkley
2. 4 letter word: Care
3. Street name: Calvert St.
4. Color: Cerulean
5. Gifts/presents: Computer
6. Vehicles: Cadillac
7. Tropical Locations: Curacao
8. College Majors: Chemical Engineering
9. Dairy Products: Cheese (hahaha easiest one)
10. Things in a Souvenir Shop: Cameras
11. Boy Name: Christopher
12. Girl Name: Camilla
13. Movie Titles: Crash
15. Occupations: Chemist
16. Flowers: Carnation
17. Celebrities: Claudia Schiffer
18. Magazines: Cosmopolitan
19. U.S. Cities: Cleveland
20. Pro Sports Teams: Chicago Cubs
That was entertaining :) I have a Proposition...each new person gets to add ONE new category...in which case: 21. Animal: Cougar :)
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Scattegories anyone?
MYSPACE SCATTEGORIES...it's harder than it looks!
Rules: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...They MUST be real places, names, things...NOTHING made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it. Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.
Your Name:
1. Famous Athlete:
2. 4 letter word:
3. Street name:
4. Color:
5. Animal:
6. Vehicles:
7. Tropical Locations:
8. College Majors:
9. Dairy Products:
10. Things in a Souvenir Shop:
11. Boy Name:
12. Girl Name:
13. Movie Titles:
14. Alcohol:
15. Occupations:
16. Flowers:
17. Celebrities:
18. Magazines:
19. U.S. Cities or State:
20. Pro Sports Teams:
21. Something Found in a kitchen:
22. Reason for Being Late:
23. Something You Throw Away:
24. Things You Shout:
25. Cartoon Character:
Scattegories anyone?
Your Name: amanda
1. Famous Athlete: kareem abdul-jabar (do last names count?)
2. 4 letter word: arts
3. Street name: avondale
4. Color: aqua
5. Animal: aardvark
6. Vehicles: aveo (chevy)
7. Tropical Locations: antigua
8. College Majors: anthropology
9. Dairy Products: andari cheese (from kenya)
10. Things in a Souvenir Shop: antique replicas
11. Boy Name: andrew
12. Girl Name: amber
13. Movie Titles: another 48 hrs.
14. Alcohol: amaretto
15. Occupations: air-traffic controller
16. Flowers: amaryllis
17. Celebrities: alan alda
18. Magazines: architectural digest
19. U.S. Cities or State: alaska
20. Pro Sports Teams: atlanta falcons
21. Something Found in a kitchen: appliances
22. Reason for Being Late: appendicitis
23. Something You Throw Away: anchovies
24. Things You Shout: a**shole!
25. Cartoon Character: alice in wonderland
Reply:Tiger woods, trip, Third St., teal, tiger, truck, Tahiti, Television production, tillamook chese, tie clasp, Tom, Teresa, Torn Curtain, Tequila, Tulip, Tom Cruise, Time, Tallahassee, Detroit Tigers, towel, telephone call, tin can, two-timer!!, Timmy (Fairly Odd Parents)
Reply:Emily
1. Famous Athlete: Emmit Smith
2. 4 letter word: Emma
3. Street name:
4. Color: Eucalyptis
5. Animal: Emu
6. Vehicles:
7. Tropical Locations:
8. College Majors: Engineer
9. Dairy Products:
10. Things in a Souvenir Shop:
11. Boy Name: Earl
12. Girl Name: Emma
13. Movie Titles:
14. Alcohol:
15. Occupations: Engineer
16. Flowers:
17. Celebrities:
18. Magazines: E!
19. U.S. Cities or State: Eastport
20. Pro Sports Teams:
21. Something Found in a kitchen:
22. Reason for Being Late: "Early isn't my thing"
23. Something You Throw Away:
24. Things You Shout: "eeeek"
25. Cartoon Character:
not good at this i guess
Reply:1. Shaun Alexander
2. Snap
3. Smith Way
4. Sky Blue
5. Shark
6. Saleen S7
7. NONE
8. Science
9. NONE
10. Souveniers
11. Sam
12. Sally
13. Step Up
14. NONE
15. Scientist
16. Sunflower
17. Sarah Gellar
18. Sports Illustrated
19. San Francisco
20. Saints
21. Spoons
22. Sick
23. Soda Cans
24. Sh*t!
25. Snoopy
This was hard!
Reply:Sorry, tried, taking too long....I need to get some points fast.
Reply:1. Muhamad Ali 2. Many 3. Montour St
4. Mauve 5. Manx cat 6. Dodge Magnum
7. Mexico-CanCun 8. Math 9. Milk 10. Maps
11. Martin 12. Mathilda 13. Matrix 14. Mad Dogg Wine 15. Mailman 16. Maragold
17. Marylin Monroe 18. Mother Earth News
19. Missouri 20. Mare Island Marines 21. Mixing Bowl
22. My dog ate it, sorry LOL 23. Men :)
24. Maybe!! 25. Marvin the Martian
Reply:um...no
Reply:mike tyson
mink
minor ave
maroon
monkey
motorcycles
maui
medicine
milk
magnets
mike
mary
monthy python and the holy grail
malibu
mom
mums
michael jackson
making memories
michigan
mets
meals
menstruating
money
motherf***er
mickey mouse
Rules: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...They MUST be real places, names, things...NOTHING made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it. Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.
Your Name:
1. Famous Athlete:
2. 4 letter word:
3. Street name:
4. Color:
5. Animal:
6. Vehicles:
7. Tropical Locations:
8. College Majors:
9. Dairy Products:
10. Things in a Souvenir Shop:
11. Boy Name:
12. Girl Name:
13. Movie Titles:
14. Alcohol:
15. Occupations:
16. Flowers:
17. Celebrities:
18. Magazines:
19. U.S. Cities or State:
20. Pro Sports Teams:
21. Something Found in a kitchen:
22. Reason for Being Late:
23. Something You Throw Away:
24. Things You Shout:
25. Cartoon Character:
Scattegories anyone?
Your Name: amanda
1. Famous Athlete: kareem abdul-jabar (do last names count?)
2. 4 letter word: arts
3. Street name: avondale
4. Color: aqua
5. Animal: aardvark
6. Vehicles: aveo (chevy)
7. Tropical Locations: antigua
8. College Majors: anthropology
9. Dairy Products: andari cheese (from kenya)
10. Things in a Souvenir Shop: antique replicas
11. Boy Name: andrew
12. Girl Name: amber
13. Movie Titles: another 48 hrs.
14. Alcohol: amaretto
15. Occupations: air-traffic controller
16. Flowers: amaryllis
17. Celebrities: alan alda
18. Magazines: architectural digest
19. U.S. Cities or State: alaska
20. Pro Sports Teams: atlanta falcons
21. Something Found in a kitchen: appliances
22. Reason for Being Late: appendicitis
23. Something You Throw Away: anchovies
24. Things You Shout: a**shole!
25. Cartoon Character: alice in wonderland
Reply:Tiger woods, trip, Third St., teal, tiger, truck, Tahiti, Television production, tillamook chese, tie clasp, Tom, Teresa, Torn Curtain, Tequila, Tulip, Tom Cruise, Time, Tallahassee, Detroit Tigers, towel, telephone call, tin can, two-timer!!, Timmy (Fairly Odd Parents)
Reply:Emily
1. Famous Athlete: Emmit Smith
2. 4 letter word: Emma
3. Street name:
4. Color: Eucalyptis
5. Animal: Emu
6. Vehicles:
7. Tropical Locations:
8. College Majors: Engineer
9. Dairy Products:
10. Things in a Souvenir Shop:
11. Boy Name: Earl
12. Girl Name: Emma
13. Movie Titles:
14. Alcohol:
15. Occupations: Engineer
16. Flowers:
17. Celebrities:
18. Magazines: E!
19. U.S. Cities or State: Eastport
20. Pro Sports Teams:
21. Something Found in a kitchen:
22. Reason for Being Late: "Early isn't my thing"
23. Something You Throw Away:
24. Things You Shout: "eeeek"
25. Cartoon Character:
not good at this i guess
Reply:1. Shaun Alexander
2. Snap
3. Smith Way
4. Sky Blue
5. Shark
6. Saleen S7
7. NONE
8. Science
9. NONE
10. Souveniers
11. Sam
12. Sally
13. Step Up
14. NONE
15. Scientist
16. Sunflower
17. Sarah Gellar
18. Sports Illustrated
19. San Francisco
20. Saints
21. Spoons
22. Sick
23. Soda Cans
24. Sh*t!
25. Snoopy
This was hard!
Reply:Sorry, tried, taking too long....I need to get some points fast.
Reply:1. Muhamad Ali 2. Many 3. Montour St
4. Mauve 5. Manx cat 6. Dodge Magnum
7. Mexico-CanCun 8. Math 9. Milk 10. Maps
11. Martin 12. Mathilda 13. Matrix 14. Mad Dogg Wine 15. Mailman 16. Maragold
17. Marylin Monroe 18. Mother Earth News
19. Missouri 20. Mare Island Marines 21. Mixing Bowl
22. My dog ate it, sorry LOL 23. Men :)
24. Maybe!! 25. Marvin the Martian
Reply:um...no
Reply:mike tyson
mink
minor ave
maroon
monkey
motorcycles
maui
medicine
milk
magnets
mike
mary
monthy python and the holy grail
malibu
mom
mums
michael jackson
making memories
michigan
mets
meals
menstruating
money
motherf***er
mickey mouse
What do you LOVE?
Ok, I know this sounds like a weird question, but it is really just for fun... On my profile for facebook I have a love and a hate list and all of my friends think it is fun, so I thought I'd see what people on here have to say...
:::LOVE:::
laughing till it hurts, my macbook pro, reading, cooking, being creative, pizza, singing in the shower, submarines, the ocean, road trips, sending my friends cards, naps, dreams, scrabble, cookbooks and cooking shows, helicopters, getting mail, musicals, Tropical Smoothie Cafe, learing how to play the guitar, writing, dogs, men in uniform, Alton Brown, massages, Sean Hannity, giving flowers, seeking God, horses, shooting guns, Mike Rowe, Dr. Pepper, flowers, gum, chinese food, snow, Chicago, babies, movies, weddings, having strong opinions, music, Will Ferrel, my little yellow car, San Francisco, finding a man, American Idol, big cities, travel, poetry and change
What do you LOVE?
I love your love list. ♥
Reply:Nature, animals (especially felines), The White Stripes, fantasy, fashion, snow days. A lot of other little things.
Reply:Compassion
Reply:i love being creative by writing!
Reply:love to travelling
Reply:I love horseback riding, painting, drawing, watching the clouds, stargazing, cold sheets, repeating words, repeating words, white oleanders, good music, road trips, laughing, smiling, guitar, writing, singing out loud, swimming, the beach, the sun, my barefeet within the grass, meeting new people, best friends, old friends, family, vintage, sunglasses, jones sodas, starbucks, charcoal, water, iced tea, when birds chirp and wake you up, shopping, helping others, the list could go on.
Reply:Video games.
Reply:I love: Going shopping, The beach, Parties, Concerts, Friends %26amp; Family, Make-Up, Clothes, Chocolate, Dancing, The colour pink, Yahoo Answers, My new puppy, The school holidays, Music, French Nails, Fake Tans, Summer, Animals, Horror Movies, Talking on the phone, Texting, Making new friends, All things girly, And Having fun! :)
Reply:love sleeping.
Reply:handi-snacks. for real.
Reply:Shawn
:::LOVE:::
laughing till it hurts, my macbook pro, reading, cooking, being creative, pizza, singing in the shower, submarines, the ocean, road trips, sending my friends cards, naps, dreams, scrabble, cookbooks and cooking shows, helicopters, getting mail, musicals, Tropical Smoothie Cafe, learing how to play the guitar, writing, dogs, men in uniform, Alton Brown, massages, Sean Hannity, giving flowers, seeking God, horses, shooting guns, Mike Rowe, Dr. Pepper, flowers, gum, chinese food, snow, Chicago, babies, movies, weddings, having strong opinions, music, Will Ferrel, my little yellow car, San Francisco, finding a man, American Idol, big cities, travel, poetry and change
What do you LOVE?
I love your love list. ♥
Reply:Nature, animals (especially felines), The White Stripes, fantasy, fashion, snow days. A lot of other little things.
Reply:Compassion
Reply:i love being creative by writing!
Reply:love to travelling
Reply:I love horseback riding, painting, drawing, watching the clouds, stargazing, cold sheets, repeating words, repeating words, white oleanders, good music, road trips, laughing, smiling, guitar, writing, singing out loud, swimming, the beach, the sun, my barefeet within the grass, meeting new people, best friends, old friends, family, vintage, sunglasses, jones sodas, starbucks, charcoal, water, iced tea, when birds chirp and wake you up, shopping, helping others, the list could go on.
Reply:Video games.
Reply:I love: Going shopping, The beach, Parties, Concerts, Friends %26amp; Family, Make-Up, Clothes, Chocolate, Dancing, The colour pink, Yahoo Answers, My new puppy, The school holidays, Music, French Nails, Fake Tans, Summer, Animals, Horror Movies, Talking on the phone, Texting, Making new friends, All things girly, And Having fun! :)
Reply:love sleeping.
Reply:handi-snacks. for real.
Reply:Shawn
Can you read the first little bit of my novel....thanks for your time....just a few paragraphs would be great!
Chapter One
The white, warm sand rubbing against my body soothingly. The colorful palm trees is all the rave. Crisp, clear refreshing ocean tumbling into the beach with great determination. All you see is beautiful people wearing nothing but beautiful bathing suits which they probably spent hours and hours trying to find, to get something spectacular. I look back and see this magnificent hotel complex and all of the amenities I could possibly think of. The cool ocean breeze flows over my body while the sun beams light to give me a wonderful free tan. A perfect bronze with a hint of red which will hopefully turn to tan later. A nice refreshing glass of cola filled to the brim with crushed ice and of course the cool sun umbrella. This is so relaxing and wonderful. This is the life. Nothing can wreck this perfect moment. Wait, this is to good to be true.
ARG.
ARG.
ARG.
ARG.
I knew it! I knew it! It was just a dream again! I can't believe I had that dream again. This is unbelievable. This is the third time this week that I've had this dream and I want it to come true. Too bad I'll never be able to go on vacation.
Well it's six o clock. Sorry for all of that fuss but I am just so sick of having that dream. I quickly hop into the shower and wonder whether I will ever get to experience what I experience in my dream. I mean everything is so calm and peaceful I just can't understand why I keep on having that dream. Everything is so perfect, there has to be more to that dream than that. Maybe tonight it will be extended so I can see what's happening. It's probably a sign. Maybe, no never mind. I put some bread in the toaster, I'm still half asleep but I have to hurry up so I can catch the carpool with Jacob. Every other day or so we switch drivers so that we use up less gas. Jacob is totally my best friend in the whole world and I hope he will always be. We are always there for each other when one of us needs a helping hand. I grab my toast, spread some peanut butter on it and head out the door to make my way down to the parking lot where I wait for Jacob to show up. He's a little tardy, sometimes more than others but that's just who he is and as best friends, we have to live with each others annoyances. A few minutes later I see Jacob running out of the building like there was a huge fire in the building. I quickly look up out of habit but see that Jacob just wanted to hurry to the car because we are a couple of minutes late and usually with traffic, a couple here adds ten somewhere else. We both hop into the car once Jacob beeps the horn to signal that the Burnt Orange 2008 Ford Edge is unlocked. Jacob puts the sport utility vehicle (SUV) into reverse and speedily races through the parking lot of the apartment condos backwards. After almost hitting a pole I yell at him to put it in drive and he listened for his life, literally. If you know what and where Toronto is and have ever been there then you know where Jacob and I (Mark) live. By the way, I'm Mark Hatchet. You won't notice my name often through the story because it is written in first person. If your doing some school project about a character then you should probably know some things about me but your not getting off easy because I am going to scatter information about me all over this novel and by the end you will know me like I'm your best friend. Any who which is not a word but it sounds cool, Toronto is Canada's biggest city. If you are not familiar with Canada then check the globe! All Americans should know where Toronto is and that it's near Buffalo. So now at least some of you know where I am. Jacob and I live right near the 401 which is a convenient highway but usually has traffic. We speed down the on ramp to find that we can zip around cars as we fly a couple of kilometers over the speed limit. I look back to see people giving us the finger and of course hear honking from all directions but we could care less. As long as we don't die we are better off doing this. Jacob sees a police officer a few hundred meters up so he slows down just enough to the speed limit, once he was past the cop he raced onto the off ramp and we were once again racing towards our school. You can see the navy and gold colored sign with big block letters reading: St. Anne Catholic High School. It was a big school but all schools in the city are big so I can't really justify. It was a nice looking basically brand new school with a pretty tan brick color and a nice light tan stucco around doors and windows which made it look more like a upscale shopping plaza then a school. Jacob makes a left into the school parking lot then slows down and drives carefully through the lot to the back, basically opposite of how he drove through our condo parking lot!
I opened the large metal door and checked my watch, it read eight twenty five which means I have one minute to get to class. For some reason, classes started at eight twenty six which to me is an odd time but I can't change that so I jog up the stairs to the second floor saying bye to Jacob on the way. I don't remember classroom numbers so I remember third door on the right from back entrance up the stairs. Some people wonder why I find that easier but I just do. It makes more sense to me than trying to find room number 214. I mean where's 214 anyway. I open the door with my binder and pencil in hand and quietly find a seat near the front. I have bad eyesight but don't wish to wear glasses so I just sit near the front board. I understand lessons better that way anyway. First period is my favorite subject, English. I have always loved English from poetry to novels to anything related to English. But there is something I don't like about English this year and that's the teacher. Mrs. Walkworth. Mrs. Walkworth is most probably the meanest teacher at this school and I should know because it’s my last year here and I’ve had my fair share of mean teachers but this one tops it off. Saying Mrs. Walkworth in our school makes people cringe. I can honestly say that people egg her classroom window once a month not to mention her house. Nobody is allowed to say anything unless called upon. We are not allowed to get help from anyone at anytime and we never work in pairs or groups. Mrs. Walkworth thinks that working independently makes us smarter which I do agree with because we have to figure problems out on our own but we also need people skills to communicate in English but she doesn’t seem to think so. Mrs. Walkworth is about the total opposite from a people person. She probably lives in a cave wear nobody ever visits her or talks to her on the telephone or even e-mails her. Another reason people are scared of her is her punishments. For example, if you get caught chewing gum in her class she used the slap students across the face and dangle them out the window but since she’s not allowed to do that anymore, she makes the student stretch the gum over his or her face for the rest of the day, and when we have our next assembly, she makes the student chew five pieces of gum (at home of course) then stretch the five pieces over his or her entire body and make a one hundred word speech about not chewing gum in school and it also has to include how great Mrs. Walkworth is. The student then goes into detention for the next month. Yikes! And some people thought detention for a day was bad for chewing gum. Finally, the last reason why people don’t like her and are scared of her are because of the way she looks. Her face is all crinkled up and when she talks she has a raspy sound and her hands tremble with great strength. She weighs about one hundred pounds and she is very tall therefore extremely skinny and she always wears the same clothes. She owns three tops; a blue sleeveless one, a red t shirt that says teacher of the year 1989 and a very ugly faded purple sweater. I’m pretty sure she only wears one pair of pants and they are black with blue polka dots on them. No joke. Teens at our school seem to think she’s 90 years old but nobody knows for sure.
Mrs. Walkworth begins with her lesson and tells us to read pages 80-199 for homework and complete a thirty question quiz for tomorrow. I guess we got off easy tonight. Usually it takes me about four hours each night for her homework and looking over what I have to do tonight it might only take a couple of hours. As soon as the bell rings in Mrs. Walkworth’s class, everybody runs out. Students have respect for all teachers besides her. Everyone waits patiently until the teacher says they are dismissed but in her class everyone literally runs! Down the stairs ahead for four classrooms, hang a left and it’s the second door on the right. That’s my next class.
At noon thirty the bell rings for half of the school to have lunch. They built the cafeteria to only hold half of the school so it wouldn’t get out of control. I get in line to buy a salad and some pizza and I see our group sitting down at our usual table. Each member of our group is known for something they are good at, we all have different personalities and strengths so we complete each other. Our group includes; me (the English dude), Jacob (the jockey), Sam (the Intelligent one), Rob (the science geek), Nick (the mapmaker), Kyle (the rich kid), Alicia (the drama queen) and Jordan (the quiet kid). Everyday we sit at the same table with the same people and have done that since day one of this year. Some of us were friends last year but because of the two lunches we didn’t have the same lunch and you never have the same class with anybody you knew before so you make new subject buddies but those are just buds who you partner with during that subject. It’s the lunchtime friends who you hang with after school. Once we are all seated we talk about some teen stuff and decide what movie we should see this weekend. Every weekend or so we try to go to the movies together. It usually ends up being a big fight so we chose to become a democracy and vote each week what movie each of us wanted to see. People walk by our table and wonder what the bleep we’re doing but who cares, not us. We don’t need to act popular, we have our own friend group which we are already apart of. We don’t need to impress anybody, nobody does. We just be ourselves and we are friends for who we are not what we are trying to be. We decide on a movie and continue the discussions.
By ten o clock that night I was exhausted by all of Mrs. Walkworth’s homework. Two of the questions were mini projects and took a lot longer than expected, by the time I was done it was midnight and I hadn’t even started on any of the other homework given by the other teachers. This is ridiculous I think to myself. How can she wreck the best subject in the world? I feel a blast of energy actually of hatred and I want to go throw a rock through her window but I’m better than that so I decide not to. I have about another hour of homework and I’m already tired, I better get to work.
*************************************...
The white warm sand rubbing against my body soothingly. The colorful palm trees is all the rave. Crisp, clear refreshing ocean tumbling into the beach with great determination. All you see is beautiful people wearing nothing but beautiful bathing suits which they probably spent hours and hours trying to find something spectacular. I look back and see this magnificent hotel complex and all of the amenities I could possibly think of. The cool ocean breeze flows over my body while the sun beams light to give me a wonderful free tan. A perfect bronze with a hint of red which will turn to tan later. A nice refreshing glass of cola filled to the brim with crushed ice and of course the cool sun umbrella. This is so relaxing and wonderful. This is the life. Nothing can wreck this perfect moment. Wait, this is to good to be true.
ARG.
ARG.
ARG.
ARG.
I wake up with such great hatred toward that stupid dream that I pull my alarm clock out of the wall socket and chuck it at my wall. My mom quickly rushes into my room to see what was up.
"Sorry mom but I had that dream again, you know about the sand in some tropical place," I say apologetically.
"Mark, you know I want to take you someplace but since your father died we haven't had much income coming in from my job to take you anywhere," mom replies.
"I know, it's obviously not your fault and it's not mine either, I'm just tired of having that dream," I cry (not literally). Mom walks out of my room and I begin my daily wake up routine in which I do every school day. I am so fed up with that dream and I'm so fed up with Mrs. Bleeping Walk Bleeping Worth I could just go insane! I begin to shake and also begin to worry about my shaking. Am I going insane? I need to calm down. I put my iPod on and listen to my favorite music, that always seems to calm me down.
******
Once I get into Mrs. Walkworth's classroom I walk straight up to her and tell her,
"You need to give out less homework. I was up to one o clock in the morning doing English, I can't stand you! You ruined my favorite subject and you're ruining everyone's lives!" I look around the classroom to see if anybody had heard what I said and they did. People began to clap for me once I finished. It felt really good to have everyone appreciate what I did. Mrs. Walkworth had an ugly look which I wanted but she didn't say anything , I kind of wanted a detention or write a speech then I could slip some information to all the students and teachers watching but she said nothing. I stared at her looking like I wanted an answer and then she sighed,
"I have been giving out a lot of homework lately and I'm really sorry class. My husband left a few months ago and I've been really upset. The reason I've been upset since I've been at this school is because my brother got to go to a better university than I did then became what I wanted to become, a doctor. My parents forced me to become a teacher and I hated it so I decided that I would take it out on the students I was forced to teach, I am so sorry to you all," says Mrs. Walkworth with flowing tears. Everybody is silenced. I walk up to and give her a big hug. I don't know why we are all such jerks. This poor lady has gone through heck and back and here I am lecturing her about her teaching. Everyone that threw a rock at her window or egged her window should be ashamed.
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Walkworth, I had no idea, I was so selfish," I say crying (literally this time). Usually when a boy cries at school he is made fun of but not today, I look around the room and everyone including the boys had tears. We were so mean to her behind her back and everyone felt so bad.
"I think everyone in this classroom including me should be ashamed of themselves, now let's move on with today's work. I promise I will not give out as much homework any more. Heck, tonight, no homework," says Mrs. Walkworth with a smile for once. Applause fills the room again but this time it was for a good reason. You should never judge a book by the cover or the homework it (she) gives out.
By the end of the school day everybody knew the Mrs. Walkworth story and teens from all over were coming up to her apologizing for what they did and she also apologized to everyone that came up to her. It was a happy day at St. Anne's today. It should be like a holiday or something, Mrs. Walkworth is like happy and like oh my goodness we should celebrate.
Once I got home I saw my mom lying down on the couch crying, I wonder what is wrong. I ask immediately and she says that she was upset about Dad dying and she can't pull herself together.
"Mom, we have to get over this. Yes it's sad but life goes on," I say sweetly.
"You’re never going to be able to go on your trip though," cried mom. "You don't know that, never have doubt," I say with pride for some weird reason. Mom sits up and I sit next to her on the couch and to my surprise I see a commercial. WOW! A commercial, haven't seen one of those since like the last time I watched television but this commercial was calling out to me. I watched intently;
Are you smart? Do you want to go to Mexico? Do you live in Toronto or in the GTA? Then send your information to 178 B.......
"Mom, can you believe this, last night in my dream I saw a sign saying Mexico, that's where my dream is taking place, this is a huge sign! " I yell excitedly as I jump up and down. I log onto my computer and find the website, there I print out the information sheet that needs to be filled out. Of course I could do it over the net but I don't trust all of those freaks who want my information. With a black pen I write down everything from my age to my address to my hobbies to my IQ. I fold the pieces of paper two times and neatly stuff it into the envelope and lick it closed.
"Do you want me to take you to the post office right now? I have to get some groceries anyway," mom calls from the living room. She is now not crying and actually excited and happy. She wants to see me happy which of course I am.
I open the large mail bin flap and slip the letter proudly into the box and close the movable door. I put a big smile on my face and walk back into the car. I think about going to Mexico and all the great fun I'll have. I wonder weather I should take mom or Jacob? I get into the car and ask,
"Mom let's say that I get accepted onto the show and I win the trip to Mexico, I can bring a guest. I want to bring you but I think it would be more fun with Jacob, no offence," I say hoping that she'll say okay take Jacob.
"I want you to have fun on this vacation but I also want you to be safe in a foreign country. I have an idea, how about you take Jacob as your guest then I fly down with you guys and stay in your room. You can totally ignore me if you'd like," she says.
"Mom, wouldn't that be kind of awkward, can just me and Jacob go, I mean I probably won't get on to the show but if I do?" I ask.
"Mark, I don't know, I'm going to have to think about it and if and when you do win I'll give you an answer," explains mom and I nod with agreement. I really don't want my mom in the room with Jacob and I, it would be really awkward but then I think that I'm probably not going to win anyway so I blow it off.
In the night I don't dream the same vacation dream that I usually dream, this time I dream that I am all alone in the hotel looking for Jacob who seems to be lost, I can't find him then I wake up. I decide not to tell mom about the dream because then she would say it was a sign and that I'm defiantly not going. It can't be a sign, I mean come on, it's just a dream. Weird things happen in dreams all of the time. Nothing actually happens. But what if it is a sign? What if I do win and I go with Jacob and he goes missing? I start to get nervous and then shake my head which seemed to relax my nerves. There's probably more to the story I mean dream than what I saw last night. Maybe tonight I will dream the dream again but I find him at the restaurant or the pool or oh I have to call Jacob. I pick up the phone and dial Jacob's cell number. I don't care how early it is, I need to talk to him about this ordeal.
"Hi Jacob, ummm.. were do I begin? I saw this television commercial last night about a new game show coming to Toronto so I sent an application form in and if you win you get to go to Mexico with a friend and ummm... I had this dream last night that we were in the hotel and you were erere missing. I know it's just a dream but for the last oh I can't even remember I've been having this dream that I'm in this warm tropical place and I have it over and over each night basically until last night when I had the dream about you being missing. I feel it's the next part of the story. This is really weird and it's kind of really freaking me out. I can't help but wonder what's going to happen," I say with a shake in my voice, it felt so good to tell Jacob this whole story and I hope he has some advice.
"Listen Mark, it's just a dream and it's really early in the morning and boy you have a lot of energy to ahhahhahmmm sorry I yawn a lot at this time in the morning but anyway don't worry about it and I'll see you at eight, bye," says Jacob with a serious sleepy voice.
"Bye," I add. I press end on my cell phone and get ready to go to school. I hop into the shower and put the temperature to warm which I usually do because I love warm water and my favorite part of the day is my shower, it's so relaxing and calming and nothing bothers me in the shower. All my worries seem to float away in the shower but as soon I as I get out all of the worries and thoughts fly back into my head and I begin to worry again. I worry a lot actually. It's basically like a disorder and I can't help but worry what is to come and worry if something I did in the past is going to hurt me in any way.
I dry off quickly realizing that I had a really long shower but I forgave myself because I knew I really needed it. I go and put on my uniform which actually looks quite good on me and who can argue the fact that you don't have to buy all of the top names to fit in because everyone has to wear the same level of clothing, also there is no grubby kids that wear an old ratty shirt or you know those emo kids with their black and depressive clothes. Nope just everyone the same and that's the way I like it.
I open the box of Frosted Flakes which is my all time favorite cereal. Splash some 1% on them and eat away. I love it so much that once I'm done I pour myself another bowl. Mom walks in and gives me a quick smile then heads for her coffee. Don't mess with mom when she hasn't got her coffee in her, I don't really understand why coffee is the liquid God of everybody. If you have ever been to Canada or you know, live here, then you know that there is a place called Tim Hortons on every on other street corner. It's insane! And even with all of the locations, there is still a huge lineup at each one. Canadians like their coffee eh?! I tried it a couple of times but no matter how old I get my taste buds just reject that awful taste. I don't need coffee anyway because I usual wake up and I am ready to go in just a few minutes.
I walk over to the television which either showed me my vacation was possible or that Jacob being lost was possible so I wasn't sure whether to hug it or kick it so I decided to do neither. If the television production company asks for me to be on the show, I can just recline but I really want to go to Mexico and now I am finally getting a chance to go somewhere I have been waiting to go for 17 years, but do I want to go to Mexico so badly that I'm willing to lose a friend over it? No, it was just a dream. Jacob even said so. I have to stop this worrying, I really do.
The phone rings, actually it vibrates. I bring my cell to school and to make sure that teachers don't know I turn vibrate on before I even get into the school. I open the flap and see that it's Jacob so I press Talk which is in green lettering then say, "hello, Jacob? What's up?"
"Oh nothing much I was calling to say that I was sorry for being a jerk this morning on the phone and I really appreciate you taking me as your guest, it means a lot. I thought you'd take your mom or something. I really hope that you win, Mexico sounds like fun!" says Jacob with an excited tone.
"Jacob, I'll tell you the whole story in the car, well there's actually not much more to it but I don't want to waste your minutes so we can wait. See you soon," I smile into the phone hoping that he can see that I'm smiling and not frowning on the inside because now Jacob really wants to go but he doesn't want my mom going I know that for sure. But if Jacob and I go alone then what happens when Jacob gets lost if he really does. Oh my, I really need to stop worrying about this whole situation and I really need to spend more time looking over my homework. Every single day in the morning even though I think I have the answers right I still go through every thing and check them. You never know when you make a mistake that can be easily fixed. I really care about my marks so I do this on a regular basis.
I look up on the microwave clock and see that it is seven fifty five therefore I should probably head down to the parking lot now. I really want to tell Jacob about everything. I need someone I can trust besides my mom because I know what she'll decide and I really do want to go to Mexico so, yes I'll tell Jacob and if he thinks that we shouldn't go and it is a sign then we won't. Done, and now I don't have to think about it till Jacob wants the whole story.
I see Jacob come out of the thirty story building at ground level and he waves his large hand. He yells from a distance and I can barely hear him but what I make out from the words are,
"Mark, I want you to tell me everything."
I motion for Jacob to come letting him know that we need to be in the car to talk. I don't need a bunch of strangers hearing about my crazy weirdo dreams. Jacob walks up to the car and gets him. I follow suit.
"So what's the whole story?" asks Jacob putting the SUV into reverse.
"Listen Jacob, I just want to know deep down if you think having that dream where you were lost was a sign or not. Also my mom does want to go; but not with me, on her own. She wants me to take you and still come so we can be safe. I didn't even tell her about the dream and she still says that," I explain.
"No I don't think it's a sign and it would be really weird having your mom there. Would she be in a different room though?" asks Jacob wanting a certain answer that sadly I cannot give him.
"Sadly, she wants to stay in the same room and can't afford to stay in a different room," I say staring into the deep and confusing eyes of my best friend.
"Oh, well, I was just wondering what you felt. How do you feel about this Mark?" quizzes Jacob.
"I'll go if I win, if you want to that is, but no, I don't want my mom there either so, yeah. I guess that's the whole story. See, I told you it wasn't very long," I say.
We pull up to the St. Anne parking lot and I can't help but wonder whether or not people will still be talking about Mrs. Walkworth. Of course not, I mean this is high school were there is a different story everyday. Everyone will be talking about something different by now, it's been one whole day which means half of the students here would have forgotten it. The other half just wouldn't care anymore. Old news is looked down upon and it wasn't even a big deal anyway. I mean once a famous celebrity came to our school because she went here when she was in high school and by the next day people weren't giving a fuss about what had happened a day before. I wonder if Mrs. Walkworth is going to give a lot of work again today. If she does than I know what to say.
"Hello Mrs. Walkworth. It's a loving morning out isn't now?" I ask Mrs. Walkworth as I walk into her classroom with a big smile.
"A wonderful day indeed. I feel absolutely amazing," smiles Mrs. Walkworth and right then and there I knew she wasn't going to give out a lot of homework.
"Take your seats everyone. Today you are going to have homework. I thought about it last night and I decided to give you the same amount of homework that every other teacher gives you, well besides for the physical education class. I actually called the University of Toronto and got a hold of the English teacher there. She is one of my best friends. I'll tell you a story actually: When I was forced to go to teacher college, I hated it but made one friend in particular there. Her name is Mrs. Jenkins. She was the smartest student in the whole school and once she graduated she got to pick what level of schooling she wanted to teach at and what school. She picked University because it pays the highest and at University of Toronto which is the closest University to her house. So I was talking to her about how much homework she gives out in a night and what she said shocked me when she said one half hour of homework. Be aware this is University homework so it's pretty difficult but only one half hour. After talking to Mrs. Jenkins I got on the phone with other grade twelve teachers and found out that they each gave you one half hour for their subjects so all in all I decided to cut the homework load down for you guys and you better thank me."
"Thank-you Mrs. Walkworth," everybody in the whole class yells in unity. It sounded really good to tell you the truth because it was not planned or anything. All the students in my class just decided about three seconds after she finished her last words to say thank-you. I and probably many other students were relieved. I might actually have a life now instead of my life being Mrs. Walkworth's homework.
I look to the left of me and see the most beautiful girl in the whole school. All year I've been looking back and forth at her and her long straight blonde hair. Her complexion is light brown and looks as though she goes to a tanning salon once in a while. She has absolutely no acne and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. Her name is Julie Appleton and she is also the most richest kid at our school. She always has a boyfriend buying her flowers or taking her to the movies or taking her out to dinner. I mean no wonder she's so rich, everyone is buying things for her. I also wondered what it would be like to go on a date with her. It would probably cost all my life savings to impress her which I am not willing to give up.
Julie looks over and sees me staring at her. I quickly dart my head over into the other direction pretending I was starring at the posters on the wall. I slowly turn the other direction to see if she's still looking at me in disgust but to my surprise when I look at her she's starring at me, not with a frown but with a smile. I smile back then look back at Mrs. Walkworth who is trying to teach a lesson. I feel a nudge on my arm. I look over and see it's a note, Julie is giving me a note. She only gives notes to her best friends and crushes. Maybe it just went through her to me. She probably didn't write it. I open the folded piece of paper to read in beautiful hand writing; I saw you starring at me Mark so I starred back. I have a boyfriend but I like you to. Love Julie. Oh my goodness, it was from Julie. I automatically look at Julie and blow her a kiss. She blows one back but before the imaginary kiss gets to me, Mrs. Walkworth stands beside our desks and says, "quit interrupting me you love birds!"
Uh-oh. Mrs. Walkworth just blew it and now the whole class is going to know then spread it to the rest of the school and her boyfriend goes to this school and he happens to be on the wrestling team and football team and a heavy weightlifter. He could probably lift me up in one arm, throw me into the air and punch me down. I'm dead! I take a big gulp and hear murmurs from the class and know for sure that I'm dead. I can't believe this. I begin to cry on the inside but I don't dare show any emotion on the outside.
Out of the blue, Julie stands up and stares at everyone talking to each other about what just happened and says, " enough already! I obviously don't like this guy and I love my boyfriend, I was just making him feel good."
I swear a tear began to come down my cheek so I wiped it off with my hand. This is the lowest I have ever felt in my entire life. I want to go lay down and die somewhere before I want to keep on going with this day. I thought for sure that Julie liked me but I guess she was just trying to make me feel good. I should have known that I'm not the type of person that she would go out with. I'm so stupid.
By lunch, every single person was talking about what happened. Well at least I was right about everyone will be over the Mrs. Walkworth thing but for once in my life I wish I was wrong because now all of the hype is about me and it doesn't feel good.
"Hey Mark, you better watch out. I think Steve is coming in soon. You're so dead man. I really want to see this," says a person who I have never met before but now everyone knows who I am so it really doesn't matter if I know them.
Gulp. I see Steve who by the way is Julie's boyfriend if you haven't figured that one out yet. He looks angry which is perfectly normal when you want to cream a little person like me. Actually I'm not little and I workout and all it's just that Steve is like the next Terminator so I don't really have a chance. His group of friends follow behind him, all are smaller than him but I guess look up to him for some reason and follow him around all of the time. This is just perfect. I want to run but I know that he would catch me or one of his friends would catch me then probably do worst things. I call over Jacob to sit with me so at least I will have someone sort of big to fend for me. He quickly runs over and sits down just in time for Steve to say something.
"Hey scrawny! I heard that you were trying to steal my girlfriend!" Steve shouts with anger. My palms are like puddles of water floating on top of my skin so I rub them onto my pants and wish myself luck.
" Well she doesn't like me so what's your point?" I ask with uncertainty.
"My point is that nobody tries to take my girl," Steve says with great power. He unzips his sweater to reveal his muscle shirt underneath. I guess he was trying to get some attention when he put up his biceps and flexed for the students to see. His muscles were huge and I wondered how many hours he spent at a gym or if he took steroids. Cheers came from around the cafeteria, mostly from girls but some guys also cheered for the sake of him attacking me to a pulp. He walks over right to my face and punches me across my cheek. Blood is spurting everywhere and with great power I stand up and punch him right back right in the same place where he punched me. Nothing happened to him of course but all of my friends take me back to my seat. I see blood all over and feel very dizzy and I want to throw up. I see that Steve is just touching his cheek like it just stung a little but I could see inside that it really did hurt him. That made me feel a bit better but what made me feel worse was that Steve took his hand away from his cheek and screamed,
"I win!" He also flexed his unusually large biceps again to show that he was the ruler of the school and that if anyone tried to mess with him they would be bleeding.
"I hate him so much," I said between heavy breaths.
"We all do," said Jacob with a sigh. I wished I was dead again so when my group of friends went to their classes and I was stuck alone that I wouldn't be tortured.
The end of lunch bell rang just at the time when I didn't want it to ring. I began to cry but didn't care because I deserved a cry. I was humiliated in front of the whole school and punched by the strongest guy around. I was in serious pain so I got up and walked out of the cafeteria toward the nurses office. I open the door trying to get away from the crowds of people wanting to ask what happened and how I felt. The nurse walked over to me and grabbed some tissues, put them over my face and told me to sit down.
"What happened to you?" the nurse asked wondering what the heck happened.
"Long story," I replied without enthusiasm.
"Well your not going back to class so I have time and you have time," the nurse replies trying to sneak an answer out of me.
"Okay, I might as well tell you because if I don't then any other kid in the school will and he or she might change it so it's probably better if I tell the truth about what happened. It all started this morning when Julie and I were caught passing notes and blah blah blah and Mrs. Walkworth said something in front of the class which I forget what but anyway everyone in the class told everyone in the school and everyone in the school includes Julie's boyfriend who has a very bad temper by the way and at lunch he made a big deal about his muscles and then punched me and then showed off his muscles again then left and the end of lunch bell rang and now I'm here," I told the nurse.
"Steve Richardson punched you? You're still talking? You're still breathing? Wow," replies the nurse obviously shocked.
"You know who Julie is and who her boyfriend is and his last name and what Julie I was talking about?" I said astonished.
"Well I know the popular people because they always come in here to skip class and they always talk about their life. I don't get mad at them because it's sort of my hobby to hear all of the problems in the school and who's dating who," the nurse says with a smile.
"Right," I reply slowly pronouncing each letter.
"Steve is huge, I mean he's always at my gym and I talk to people who were there before me and they say that he was there before they got there and it's pretty unbelievable. He sure gets his gym membership money out of it that's for sure. To tell you the truth I don't think he's on steroids which is very surprising considering his strength," the nurse wonders.
"I really don't want to leave this room. I really don't feel like being bothered right now. I just want to stay in this chair till everybody leaves then ride the city bus home in a very large coat where nobody will notice me," I say in a depressing tone. The nurse’s nameplate flashes its golden letters at me. It says “Paddy”. Paddy begins to laugh, I look at her.
"People might think that your a terrorist," nurse Paddy replies.
"Fine, then can you tell Jacob to wait for me after school until everyone else leaves then we can go home?" I ask Paddy hoping that she will say yes and that I won't have to face my fears.
"Sure." I put a very large smile on my face.
Can you read the first little bit of my novel....thanks for your time....just a few paragraphs would be great!
Hi,
I can tell that you are living your story, which is a good thing. What you don't want to do is to tell us about each detail.
Example:
I guess we got off easy tonight. Usually it takes me about four hours each night for her homework and looking over what I have to do tonight it might only take a couple of hours. As soon as the bell rings in Mrs. Walkworth’s class, everybody runs out.
This is nothing that we need to know. It's okay to let us know that your teacher gives you tons of homework, but how many hours you usually sit doing it and how many hours you think you'll sit doing tonight is entirely unimportant.
About half of the information you provide in your first chapter can be deleted.
Here's another thing:
Steve is huge, I mean he's always at my gym and I talk to people who were there before me and they say that he was there before they got there and it's pretty unbelievable. He sure gets his gym membership money out of it that's for sure.
You use a lot of repetitive words like "sure" and "for sure" in the same sentence. And a lot of "there" "were there"...
Work on these things and think about what it is you actually want to tell us, and you might get a whole different and more interesting first chapter. :) Good luck.
Reply:lol. how many chapters are you goinbg to have? Report It
Reply:That was a whole lot of information. It will be a very ood story once you come up with a plot and tone down on the details. Report It
Reply:i like it. i know u already picked best aswer, but its pretty good. =D Report It
Reply:It didn't keep my interest. Don't quit your day job.
Reply:Your paragraph is too long and needs alot more breaks. People will not read it this long.
The book is judged by its cover, in fact the headline of the book and title is more important then the contents of the book.
If the title is bad, nobody will even pick up the book and if being sold online they will click away if the title is not captivating.
Are you going to sell your book online?
Reply:some good ideas and descriptions. Maybe go easy on some of the adjectives. A story runs on its narration, you could try and make the narration flow. At some points it seems akwardly surreal..... but thats just my opinion... keep up the writing! good luck
Reply:couldnt be bothered toooooooo long
The white, warm sand rubbing against my body soothingly. The colorful palm trees is all the rave. Crisp, clear refreshing ocean tumbling into the beach with great determination. All you see is beautiful people wearing nothing but beautiful bathing suits which they probably spent hours and hours trying to find, to get something spectacular. I look back and see this magnificent hotel complex and all of the amenities I could possibly think of. The cool ocean breeze flows over my body while the sun beams light to give me a wonderful free tan. A perfect bronze with a hint of red which will hopefully turn to tan later. A nice refreshing glass of cola filled to the brim with crushed ice and of course the cool sun umbrella. This is so relaxing and wonderful. This is the life. Nothing can wreck this perfect moment. Wait, this is to good to be true.
ARG.
ARG.
ARG.
ARG.
I knew it! I knew it! It was just a dream again! I can't believe I had that dream again. This is unbelievable. This is the third time this week that I've had this dream and I want it to come true. Too bad I'll never be able to go on vacation.
Well it's six o clock. Sorry for all of that fuss but I am just so sick of having that dream. I quickly hop into the shower and wonder whether I will ever get to experience what I experience in my dream. I mean everything is so calm and peaceful I just can't understand why I keep on having that dream. Everything is so perfect, there has to be more to that dream than that. Maybe tonight it will be extended so I can see what's happening. It's probably a sign. Maybe, no never mind. I put some bread in the toaster, I'm still half asleep but I have to hurry up so I can catch the carpool with Jacob. Every other day or so we switch drivers so that we use up less gas. Jacob is totally my best friend in the whole world and I hope he will always be. We are always there for each other when one of us needs a helping hand. I grab my toast, spread some peanut butter on it and head out the door to make my way down to the parking lot where I wait for Jacob to show up. He's a little tardy, sometimes more than others but that's just who he is and as best friends, we have to live with each others annoyances. A few minutes later I see Jacob running out of the building like there was a huge fire in the building. I quickly look up out of habit but see that Jacob just wanted to hurry to the car because we are a couple of minutes late and usually with traffic, a couple here adds ten somewhere else. We both hop into the car once Jacob beeps the horn to signal that the Burnt Orange 2008 Ford Edge is unlocked. Jacob puts the sport utility vehicle (SUV) into reverse and speedily races through the parking lot of the apartment condos backwards. After almost hitting a pole I yell at him to put it in drive and he listened for his life, literally. If you know what and where Toronto is and have ever been there then you know where Jacob and I (Mark) live. By the way, I'm Mark Hatchet. You won't notice my name often through the story because it is written in first person. If your doing some school project about a character then you should probably know some things about me but your not getting off easy because I am going to scatter information about me all over this novel and by the end you will know me like I'm your best friend. Any who which is not a word but it sounds cool, Toronto is Canada's biggest city. If you are not familiar with Canada then check the globe! All Americans should know where Toronto is and that it's near Buffalo. So now at least some of you know where I am. Jacob and I live right near the 401 which is a convenient highway but usually has traffic. We speed down the on ramp to find that we can zip around cars as we fly a couple of kilometers over the speed limit. I look back to see people giving us the finger and of course hear honking from all directions but we could care less. As long as we don't die we are better off doing this. Jacob sees a police officer a few hundred meters up so he slows down just enough to the speed limit, once he was past the cop he raced onto the off ramp and we were once again racing towards our school. You can see the navy and gold colored sign with big block letters reading: St. Anne Catholic High School. It was a big school but all schools in the city are big so I can't really justify. It was a nice looking basically brand new school with a pretty tan brick color and a nice light tan stucco around doors and windows which made it look more like a upscale shopping plaza then a school. Jacob makes a left into the school parking lot then slows down and drives carefully through the lot to the back, basically opposite of how he drove through our condo parking lot!
I opened the large metal door and checked my watch, it read eight twenty five which means I have one minute to get to class. For some reason, classes started at eight twenty six which to me is an odd time but I can't change that so I jog up the stairs to the second floor saying bye to Jacob on the way. I don't remember classroom numbers so I remember third door on the right from back entrance up the stairs. Some people wonder why I find that easier but I just do. It makes more sense to me than trying to find room number 214. I mean where's 214 anyway. I open the door with my binder and pencil in hand and quietly find a seat near the front. I have bad eyesight but don't wish to wear glasses so I just sit near the front board. I understand lessons better that way anyway. First period is my favorite subject, English. I have always loved English from poetry to novels to anything related to English. But there is something I don't like about English this year and that's the teacher. Mrs. Walkworth. Mrs. Walkworth is most probably the meanest teacher at this school and I should know because it’s my last year here and I’ve had my fair share of mean teachers but this one tops it off. Saying Mrs. Walkworth in our school makes people cringe. I can honestly say that people egg her classroom window once a month not to mention her house. Nobody is allowed to say anything unless called upon. We are not allowed to get help from anyone at anytime and we never work in pairs or groups. Mrs. Walkworth thinks that working independently makes us smarter which I do agree with because we have to figure problems out on our own but we also need people skills to communicate in English but she doesn’t seem to think so. Mrs. Walkworth is about the total opposite from a people person. She probably lives in a cave wear nobody ever visits her or talks to her on the telephone or even e-mails her. Another reason people are scared of her is her punishments. For example, if you get caught chewing gum in her class she used the slap students across the face and dangle them out the window but since she’s not allowed to do that anymore, she makes the student stretch the gum over his or her face for the rest of the day, and when we have our next assembly, she makes the student chew five pieces of gum (at home of course) then stretch the five pieces over his or her entire body and make a one hundred word speech about not chewing gum in school and it also has to include how great Mrs. Walkworth is. The student then goes into detention for the next month. Yikes! And some people thought detention for a day was bad for chewing gum. Finally, the last reason why people don’t like her and are scared of her are because of the way she looks. Her face is all crinkled up and when she talks she has a raspy sound and her hands tremble with great strength. She weighs about one hundred pounds and she is very tall therefore extremely skinny and she always wears the same clothes. She owns three tops; a blue sleeveless one, a red t shirt that says teacher of the year 1989 and a very ugly faded purple sweater. I’m pretty sure she only wears one pair of pants and they are black with blue polka dots on them. No joke. Teens at our school seem to think she’s 90 years old but nobody knows for sure.
Mrs. Walkworth begins with her lesson and tells us to read pages 80-199 for homework and complete a thirty question quiz for tomorrow. I guess we got off easy tonight. Usually it takes me about four hours each night for her homework and looking over what I have to do tonight it might only take a couple of hours. As soon as the bell rings in Mrs. Walkworth’s class, everybody runs out. Students have respect for all teachers besides her. Everyone waits patiently until the teacher says they are dismissed but in her class everyone literally runs! Down the stairs ahead for four classrooms, hang a left and it’s the second door on the right. That’s my next class.
At noon thirty the bell rings for half of the school to have lunch. They built the cafeteria to only hold half of the school so it wouldn’t get out of control. I get in line to buy a salad and some pizza and I see our group sitting down at our usual table. Each member of our group is known for something they are good at, we all have different personalities and strengths so we complete each other. Our group includes; me (the English dude), Jacob (the jockey), Sam (the Intelligent one), Rob (the science geek), Nick (the mapmaker), Kyle (the rich kid), Alicia (the drama queen) and Jordan (the quiet kid). Everyday we sit at the same table with the same people and have done that since day one of this year. Some of us were friends last year but because of the two lunches we didn’t have the same lunch and you never have the same class with anybody you knew before so you make new subject buddies but those are just buds who you partner with during that subject. It’s the lunchtime friends who you hang with after school. Once we are all seated we talk about some teen stuff and decide what movie we should see this weekend. Every weekend or so we try to go to the movies together. It usually ends up being a big fight so we chose to become a democracy and vote each week what movie each of us wanted to see. People walk by our table and wonder what the bleep we’re doing but who cares, not us. We don’t need to act popular, we have our own friend group which we are already apart of. We don’t need to impress anybody, nobody does. We just be ourselves and we are friends for who we are not what we are trying to be. We decide on a movie and continue the discussions.
By ten o clock that night I was exhausted by all of Mrs. Walkworth’s homework. Two of the questions were mini projects and took a lot longer than expected, by the time I was done it was midnight and I hadn’t even started on any of the other homework given by the other teachers. This is ridiculous I think to myself. How can she wreck the best subject in the world? I feel a blast of energy actually of hatred and I want to go throw a rock through her window but I’m better than that so I decide not to. I have about another hour of homework and I’m already tired, I better get to work.
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The white warm sand rubbing against my body soothingly. The colorful palm trees is all the rave. Crisp, clear refreshing ocean tumbling into the beach with great determination. All you see is beautiful people wearing nothing but beautiful bathing suits which they probably spent hours and hours trying to find something spectacular. I look back and see this magnificent hotel complex and all of the amenities I could possibly think of. The cool ocean breeze flows over my body while the sun beams light to give me a wonderful free tan. A perfect bronze with a hint of red which will turn to tan later. A nice refreshing glass of cola filled to the brim with crushed ice and of course the cool sun umbrella. This is so relaxing and wonderful. This is the life. Nothing can wreck this perfect moment. Wait, this is to good to be true.
ARG.
ARG.
ARG.
ARG.
I wake up with such great hatred toward that stupid dream that I pull my alarm clock out of the wall socket and chuck it at my wall. My mom quickly rushes into my room to see what was up.
"Sorry mom but I had that dream again, you know about the sand in some tropical place," I say apologetically.
"Mark, you know I want to take you someplace but since your father died we haven't had much income coming in from my job to take you anywhere," mom replies.
"I know, it's obviously not your fault and it's not mine either, I'm just tired of having that dream," I cry (not literally). Mom walks out of my room and I begin my daily wake up routine in which I do every school day. I am so fed up with that dream and I'm so fed up with Mrs. Bleeping Walk Bleeping Worth I could just go insane! I begin to shake and also begin to worry about my shaking. Am I going insane? I need to calm down. I put my iPod on and listen to my favorite music, that always seems to calm me down.
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Once I get into Mrs. Walkworth's classroom I walk straight up to her and tell her,
"You need to give out less homework. I was up to one o clock in the morning doing English, I can't stand you! You ruined my favorite subject and you're ruining everyone's lives!" I look around the classroom to see if anybody had heard what I said and they did. People began to clap for me once I finished. It felt really good to have everyone appreciate what I did. Mrs. Walkworth had an ugly look which I wanted but she didn't say anything , I kind of wanted a detention or write a speech then I could slip some information to all the students and teachers watching but she said nothing. I stared at her looking like I wanted an answer and then she sighed,
"I have been giving out a lot of homework lately and I'm really sorry class. My husband left a few months ago and I've been really upset. The reason I've been upset since I've been at this school is because my brother got to go to a better university than I did then became what I wanted to become, a doctor. My parents forced me to become a teacher and I hated it so I decided that I would take it out on the students I was forced to teach, I am so sorry to you all," says Mrs. Walkworth with flowing tears. Everybody is silenced. I walk up to and give her a big hug. I don't know why we are all such jerks. This poor lady has gone through heck and back and here I am lecturing her about her teaching. Everyone that threw a rock at her window or egged her window should be ashamed.
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Walkworth, I had no idea, I was so selfish," I say crying (literally this time). Usually when a boy cries at school he is made fun of but not today, I look around the room and everyone including the boys had tears. We were so mean to her behind her back and everyone felt so bad.
"I think everyone in this classroom including me should be ashamed of themselves, now let's move on with today's work. I promise I will not give out as much homework any more. Heck, tonight, no homework," says Mrs. Walkworth with a smile for once. Applause fills the room again but this time it was for a good reason. You should never judge a book by the cover or the homework it (she) gives out.
By the end of the school day everybody knew the Mrs. Walkworth story and teens from all over were coming up to her apologizing for what they did and she also apologized to everyone that came up to her. It was a happy day at St. Anne's today. It should be like a holiday or something, Mrs. Walkworth is like happy and like oh my goodness we should celebrate.
Once I got home I saw my mom lying down on the couch crying, I wonder what is wrong. I ask immediately and she says that she was upset about Dad dying and she can't pull herself together.
"Mom, we have to get over this. Yes it's sad but life goes on," I say sweetly.
"You’re never going to be able to go on your trip though," cried mom. "You don't know that, never have doubt," I say with pride for some weird reason. Mom sits up and I sit next to her on the couch and to my surprise I see a commercial. WOW! A commercial, haven't seen one of those since like the last time I watched television but this commercial was calling out to me. I watched intently;
Are you smart? Do you want to go to Mexico? Do you live in Toronto or in the GTA? Then send your information to 178 B.......
"Mom, can you believe this, last night in my dream I saw a sign saying Mexico, that's where my dream is taking place, this is a huge sign! " I yell excitedly as I jump up and down. I log onto my computer and find the website, there I print out the information sheet that needs to be filled out. Of course I could do it over the net but I don't trust all of those freaks who want my information. With a black pen I write down everything from my age to my address to my hobbies to my IQ. I fold the pieces of paper two times and neatly stuff it into the envelope and lick it closed.
"Do you want me to take you to the post office right now? I have to get some groceries anyway," mom calls from the living room. She is now not crying and actually excited and happy. She wants to see me happy which of course I am.
I open the large mail bin flap and slip the letter proudly into the box and close the movable door. I put a big smile on my face and walk back into the car. I think about going to Mexico and all the great fun I'll have. I wonder weather I should take mom or Jacob? I get into the car and ask,
"Mom let's say that I get accepted onto the show and I win the trip to Mexico, I can bring a guest. I want to bring you but I think it would be more fun with Jacob, no offence," I say hoping that she'll say okay take Jacob.
"I want you to have fun on this vacation but I also want you to be safe in a foreign country. I have an idea, how about you take Jacob as your guest then I fly down with you guys and stay in your room. You can totally ignore me if you'd like," she says.
"Mom, wouldn't that be kind of awkward, can just me and Jacob go, I mean I probably won't get on to the show but if I do?" I ask.
"Mark, I don't know, I'm going to have to think about it and if and when you do win I'll give you an answer," explains mom and I nod with agreement. I really don't want my mom in the room with Jacob and I, it would be really awkward but then I think that I'm probably not going to win anyway so I blow it off.
In the night I don't dream the same vacation dream that I usually dream, this time I dream that I am all alone in the hotel looking for Jacob who seems to be lost, I can't find him then I wake up. I decide not to tell mom about the dream because then she would say it was a sign and that I'm defiantly not going. It can't be a sign, I mean come on, it's just a dream. Weird things happen in dreams all of the time. Nothing actually happens. But what if it is a sign? What if I do win and I go with Jacob and he goes missing? I start to get nervous and then shake my head which seemed to relax my nerves. There's probably more to the story I mean dream than what I saw last night. Maybe tonight I will dream the dream again but I find him at the restaurant or the pool or oh I have to call Jacob. I pick up the phone and dial Jacob's cell number. I don't care how early it is, I need to talk to him about this ordeal.
"Hi Jacob, ummm.. were do I begin? I saw this television commercial last night about a new game show coming to Toronto so I sent an application form in and if you win you get to go to Mexico with a friend and ummm... I had this dream last night that we were in the hotel and you were erere missing. I know it's just a dream but for the last oh I can't even remember I've been having this dream that I'm in this warm tropical place and I have it over and over each night basically until last night when I had the dream about you being missing. I feel it's the next part of the story. This is really weird and it's kind of really freaking me out. I can't help but wonder what's going to happen," I say with a shake in my voice, it felt so good to tell Jacob this whole story and I hope he has some advice.
"Listen Mark, it's just a dream and it's really early in the morning and boy you have a lot of energy to ahhahhahmmm sorry I yawn a lot at this time in the morning but anyway don't worry about it and I'll see you at eight, bye," says Jacob with a serious sleepy voice.
"Bye," I add. I press end on my cell phone and get ready to go to school. I hop into the shower and put the temperature to warm which I usually do because I love warm water and my favorite part of the day is my shower, it's so relaxing and calming and nothing bothers me in the shower. All my worries seem to float away in the shower but as soon I as I get out all of the worries and thoughts fly back into my head and I begin to worry again. I worry a lot actually. It's basically like a disorder and I can't help but worry what is to come and worry if something I did in the past is going to hurt me in any way.
I dry off quickly realizing that I had a really long shower but I forgave myself because I knew I really needed it. I go and put on my uniform which actually looks quite good on me and who can argue the fact that you don't have to buy all of the top names to fit in because everyone has to wear the same level of clothing, also there is no grubby kids that wear an old ratty shirt or you know those emo kids with their black and depressive clothes. Nope just everyone the same and that's the way I like it.
I open the box of Frosted Flakes which is my all time favorite cereal. Splash some 1% on them and eat away. I love it so much that once I'm done I pour myself another bowl. Mom walks in and gives me a quick smile then heads for her coffee. Don't mess with mom when she hasn't got her coffee in her, I don't really understand why coffee is the liquid God of everybody. If you have ever been to Canada or you know, live here, then you know that there is a place called Tim Hortons on every on other street corner. It's insane! And even with all of the locations, there is still a huge lineup at each one. Canadians like their coffee eh?! I tried it a couple of times but no matter how old I get my taste buds just reject that awful taste. I don't need coffee anyway because I usual wake up and I am ready to go in just a few minutes.
I walk over to the television which either showed me my vacation was possible or that Jacob being lost was possible so I wasn't sure whether to hug it or kick it so I decided to do neither. If the television production company asks for me to be on the show, I can just recline but I really want to go to Mexico and now I am finally getting a chance to go somewhere I have been waiting to go for 17 years, but do I want to go to Mexico so badly that I'm willing to lose a friend over it? No, it was just a dream. Jacob even said so. I have to stop this worrying, I really do.
The phone rings, actually it vibrates. I bring my cell to school and to make sure that teachers don't know I turn vibrate on before I even get into the school. I open the flap and see that it's Jacob so I press Talk which is in green lettering then say, "hello, Jacob? What's up?"
"Oh nothing much I was calling to say that I was sorry for being a jerk this morning on the phone and I really appreciate you taking me as your guest, it means a lot. I thought you'd take your mom or something. I really hope that you win, Mexico sounds like fun!" says Jacob with an excited tone.
"Jacob, I'll tell you the whole story in the car, well there's actually not much more to it but I don't want to waste your minutes so we can wait. See you soon," I smile into the phone hoping that he can see that I'm smiling and not frowning on the inside because now Jacob really wants to go but he doesn't want my mom going I know that for sure. But if Jacob and I go alone then what happens when Jacob gets lost if he really does. Oh my, I really need to stop worrying about this whole situation and I really need to spend more time looking over my homework. Every single day in the morning even though I think I have the answers right I still go through every thing and check them. You never know when you make a mistake that can be easily fixed. I really care about my marks so I do this on a regular basis.
I look up on the microwave clock and see that it is seven fifty five therefore I should probably head down to the parking lot now. I really want to tell Jacob about everything. I need someone I can trust besides my mom because I know what she'll decide and I really do want to go to Mexico so, yes I'll tell Jacob and if he thinks that we shouldn't go and it is a sign then we won't. Done, and now I don't have to think about it till Jacob wants the whole story.
I see Jacob come out of the thirty story building at ground level and he waves his large hand. He yells from a distance and I can barely hear him but what I make out from the words are,
"Mark, I want you to tell me everything."
I motion for Jacob to come letting him know that we need to be in the car to talk. I don't need a bunch of strangers hearing about my crazy weirdo dreams. Jacob walks up to the car and gets him. I follow suit.
"So what's the whole story?" asks Jacob putting the SUV into reverse.
"Listen Jacob, I just want to know deep down if you think having that dream where you were lost was a sign or not. Also my mom does want to go; but not with me, on her own. She wants me to take you and still come so we can be safe. I didn't even tell her about the dream and she still says that," I explain.
"No I don't think it's a sign and it would be really weird having your mom there. Would she be in a different room though?" asks Jacob wanting a certain answer that sadly I cannot give him.
"Sadly, she wants to stay in the same room and can't afford to stay in a different room," I say staring into the deep and confusing eyes of my best friend.
"Oh, well, I was just wondering what you felt. How do you feel about this Mark?" quizzes Jacob.
"I'll go if I win, if you want to that is, but no, I don't want my mom there either so, yeah. I guess that's the whole story. See, I told you it wasn't very long," I say.
We pull up to the St. Anne parking lot and I can't help but wonder whether or not people will still be talking about Mrs. Walkworth. Of course not, I mean this is high school were there is a different story everyday. Everyone will be talking about something different by now, it's been one whole day which means half of the students here would have forgotten it. The other half just wouldn't care anymore. Old news is looked down upon and it wasn't even a big deal anyway. I mean once a famous celebrity came to our school because she went here when she was in high school and by the next day people weren't giving a fuss about what had happened a day before. I wonder if Mrs. Walkworth is going to give a lot of work again today. If she does than I know what to say.
"Hello Mrs. Walkworth. It's a loving morning out isn't now?" I ask Mrs. Walkworth as I walk into her classroom with a big smile.
"A wonderful day indeed. I feel absolutely amazing," smiles Mrs. Walkworth and right then and there I knew she wasn't going to give out a lot of homework.
"Take your seats everyone. Today you are going to have homework. I thought about it last night and I decided to give you the same amount of homework that every other teacher gives you, well besides for the physical education class. I actually called the University of Toronto and got a hold of the English teacher there. She is one of my best friends. I'll tell you a story actually: When I was forced to go to teacher college, I hated it but made one friend in particular there. Her name is Mrs. Jenkins. She was the smartest student in the whole school and once she graduated she got to pick what level of schooling she wanted to teach at and what school. She picked University because it pays the highest and at University of Toronto which is the closest University to her house. So I was talking to her about how much homework she gives out in a night and what she said shocked me when she said one half hour of homework. Be aware this is University homework so it's pretty difficult but only one half hour. After talking to Mrs. Jenkins I got on the phone with other grade twelve teachers and found out that they each gave you one half hour for their subjects so all in all I decided to cut the homework load down for you guys and you better thank me."
"Thank-you Mrs. Walkworth," everybody in the whole class yells in unity. It sounded really good to tell you the truth because it was not planned or anything. All the students in my class just decided about three seconds after she finished her last words to say thank-you. I and probably many other students were relieved. I might actually have a life now instead of my life being Mrs. Walkworth's homework.
I look to the left of me and see the most beautiful girl in the whole school. All year I've been looking back and forth at her and her long straight blonde hair. Her complexion is light brown and looks as though she goes to a tanning salon once in a while. She has absolutely no acne and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. Her name is Julie Appleton and she is also the most richest kid at our school. She always has a boyfriend buying her flowers or taking her to the movies or taking her out to dinner. I mean no wonder she's so rich, everyone is buying things for her. I also wondered what it would be like to go on a date with her. It would probably cost all my life savings to impress her which I am not willing to give up.
Julie looks over and sees me staring at her. I quickly dart my head over into the other direction pretending I was starring at the posters on the wall. I slowly turn the other direction to see if she's still looking at me in disgust but to my surprise when I look at her she's starring at me, not with a frown but with a smile. I smile back then look back at Mrs. Walkworth who is trying to teach a lesson. I feel a nudge on my arm. I look over and see it's a note, Julie is giving me a note. She only gives notes to her best friends and crushes. Maybe it just went through her to me. She probably didn't write it. I open the folded piece of paper to read in beautiful hand writing; I saw you starring at me Mark so I starred back. I have a boyfriend but I like you to. Love Julie. Oh my goodness, it was from Julie. I automatically look at Julie and blow her a kiss. She blows one back but before the imaginary kiss gets to me, Mrs. Walkworth stands beside our desks and says, "quit interrupting me you love birds!"
Uh-oh. Mrs. Walkworth just blew it and now the whole class is going to know then spread it to the rest of the school and her boyfriend goes to this school and he happens to be on the wrestling team and football team and a heavy weightlifter. He could probably lift me up in one arm, throw me into the air and punch me down. I'm dead! I take a big gulp and hear murmurs from the class and know for sure that I'm dead. I can't believe this. I begin to cry on the inside but I don't dare show any emotion on the outside.
Out of the blue, Julie stands up and stares at everyone talking to each other about what just happened and says, " enough already! I obviously don't like this guy and I love my boyfriend, I was just making him feel good."
I swear a tear began to come down my cheek so I wiped it off with my hand. This is the lowest I have ever felt in my entire life. I want to go lay down and die somewhere before I want to keep on going with this day. I thought for sure that Julie liked me but I guess she was just trying to make me feel good. I should have known that I'm not the type of person that she would go out with. I'm so stupid.
By lunch, every single person was talking about what happened. Well at least I was right about everyone will be over the Mrs. Walkworth thing but for once in my life I wish I was wrong because now all of the hype is about me and it doesn't feel good.
"Hey Mark, you better watch out. I think Steve is coming in soon. You're so dead man. I really want to see this," says a person who I have never met before but now everyone knows who I am so it really doesn't matter if I know them.
Gulp. I see Steve who by the way is Julie's boyfriend if you haven't figured that one out yet. He looks angry which is perfectly normal when you want to cream a little person like me. Actually I'm not little and I workout and all it's just that Steve is like the next Terminator so I don't really have a chance. His group of friends follow behind him, all are smaller than him but I guess look up to him for some reason and follow him around all of the time. This is just perfect. I want to run but I know that he would catch me or one of his friends would catch me then probably do worst things. I call over Jacob to sit with me so at least I will have someone sort of big to fend for me. He quickly runs over and sits down just in time for Steve to say something.
"Hey scrawny! I heard that you were trying to steal my girlfriend!" Steve shouts with anger. My palms are like puddles of water floating on top of my skin so I rub them onto my pants and wish myself luck.
" Well she doesn't like me so what's your point?" I ask with uncertainty.
"My point is that nobody tries to take my girl," Steve says with great power. He unzips his sweater to reveal his muscle shirt underneath. I guess he was trying to get some attention when he put up his biceps and flexed for the students to see. His muscles were huge and I wondered how many hours he spent at a gym or if he took steroids. Cheers came from around the cafeteria, mostly from girls but some guys also cheered for the sake of him attacking me to a pulp. He walks over right to my face and punches me across my cheek. Blood is spurting everywhere and with great power I stand up and punch him right back right in the same place where he punched me. Nothing happened to him of course but all of my friends take me back to my seat. I see blood all over and feel very dizzy and I want to throw up. I see that Steve is just touching his cheek like it just stung a little but I could see inside that it really did hurt him. That made me feel a bit better but what made me feel worse was that Steve took his hand away from his cheek and screamed,
"I win!" He also flexed his unusually large biceps again to show that he was the ruler of the school and that if anyone tried to mess with him they would be bleeding.
"I hate him so much," I said between heavy breaths.
"We all do," said Jacob with a sigh. I wished I was dead again so when my group of friends went to their classes and I was stuck alone that I wouldn't be tortured.
The end of lunch bell rang just at the time when I didn't want it to ring. I began to cry but didn't care because I deserved a cry. I was humiliated in front of the whole school and punched by the strongest guy around. I was in serious pain so I got up and walked out of the cafeteria toward the nurses office. I open the door trying to get away from the crowds of people wanting to ask what happened and how I felt. The nurse walked over to me and grabbed some tissues, put them over my face and told me to sit down.
"What happened to you?" the nurse asked wondering what the heck happened.
"Long story," I replied without enthusiasm.
"Well your not going back to class so I have time and you have time," the nurse replies trying to sneak an answer out of me.
"Okay, I might as well tell you because if I don't then any other kid in the school will and he or she might change it so it's probably better if I tell the truth about what happened. It all started this morning when Julie and I were caught passing notes and blah blah blah and Mrs. Walkworth said something in front of the class which I forget what but anyway everyone in the class told everyone in the school and everyone in the school includes Julie's boyfriend who has a very bad temper by the way and at lunch he made a big deal about his muscles and then punched me and then showed off his muscles again then left and the end of lunch bell rang and now I'm here," I told the nurse.
"Steve Richardson punched you? You're still talking? You're still breathing? Wow," replies the nurse obviously shocked.
"You know who Julie is and who her boyfriend is and his last name and what Julie I was talking about?" I said astonished.
"Well I know the popular people because they always come in here to skip class and they always talk about their life. I don't get mad at them because it's sort of my hobby to hear all of the problems in the school and who's dating who," the nurse says with a smile.
"Right," I reply slowly pronouncing each letter.
"Steve is huge, I mean he's always at my gym and I talk to people who were there before me and they say that he was there before they got there and it's pretty unbelievable. He sure gets his gym membership money out of it that's for sure. To tell you the truth I don't think he's on steroids which is very surprising considering his strength," the nurse wonders.
"I really don't want to leave this room. I really don't feel like being bothered right now. I just want to stay in this chair till everybody leaves then ride the city bus home in a very large coat where nobody will notice me," I say in a depressing tone. The nurse’s nameplate flashes its golden letters at me. It says “Paddy”. Paddy begins to laugh, I look at her.
"People might think that your a terrorist," nurse Paddy replies.
"Fine, then can you tell Jacob to wait for me after school until everyone else leaves then we can go home?" I ask Paddy hoping that she will say yes and that I won't have to face my fears.
"Sure." I put a very large smile on my face.
Can you read the first little bit of my novel....thanks for your time....just a few paragraphs would be great!
Hi,
I can tell that you are living your story, which is a good thing. What you don't want to do is to tell us about each detail.
Example:
I guess we got off easy tonight. Usually it takes me about four hours each night for her homework and looking over what I have to do tonight it might only take a couple of hours. As soon as the bell rings in Mrs. Walkworth’s class, everybody runs out.
This is nothing that we need to know. It's okay to let us know that your teacher gives you tons of homework, but how many hours you usually sit doing it and how many hours you think you'll sit doing tonight is entirely unimportant.
About half of the information you provide in your first chapter can be deleted.
Here's another thing:
Steve is huge, I mean he's always at my gym and I talk to people who were there before me and they say that he was there before they got there and it's pretty unbelievable. He sure gets his gym membership money out of it that's for sure.
You use a lot of repetitive words like "sure" and "for sure" in the same sentence. And a lot of "there" "were there"...
Work on these things and think about what it is you actually want to tell us, and you might get a whole different and more interesting first chapter. :) Good luck.
Reply:lol. how many chapters are you goinbg to have? Report It
Reply:That was a whole lot of information. It will be a very ood story once you come up with a plot and tone down on the details. Report It
Reply:i like it. i know u already picked best aswer, but its pretty good. =D Report It
Reply:It didn't keep my interest. Don't quit your day job.
Reply:Your paragraph is too long and needs alot more breaks. People will not read it this long.
The book is judged by its cover, in fact the headline of the book and title is more important then the contents of the book.
If the title is bad, nobody will even pick up the book and if being sold online they will click away if the title is not captivating.
Are you going to sell your book online?
Reply:some good ideas and descriptions. Maybe go easy on some of the adjectives. A story runs on its narration, you could try and make the narration flow. At some points it seems akwardly surreal..... but thats just my opinion... keep up the writing! good luck
Reply:couldnt be bothered toooooooo long
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