The dialougue is confusing sorry my computer is a dip. This is about me and my friends brother. I'm wondering if he really is this good or if he's a womanizer just telling me everything I want to hear. This may appear long but I wrote the events like a story. Oh and I'm technically not allowed to date so is this worth it to sneek around.
Date: November 1st
Time: 12:15 AM – 2:36 AM
I hate texting. My long fingernails press awkwardly against the keys.
"I’m bored."
I send it to both Julia and Carter. I only get one reply. Carter.
"Is this Rose or Harmony?"
I laugh and reply.
"Who do you think?"
"That was mean so, Harmony."
"What’s up on your side of the house?"
"Nothing really lol."
"Sounds so interesting."
I slide the phone under the covers so the light doesn’t wake Rose.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"When in doubt play twenty questions."
"Lol you first."
My first question appears on the screen before my mind registers its existence.
"Okay who were you texting most of then night?"
I had caught the name from spying over his shoulder. I just wanted to see what he would say. If he lied.
"Sarah B. She’s my best friend who is a girl. She lives in Virginia."
He gave more information than needed as if reassure me. I smile.
"Your turn."
"Why don’t you hug?"
Urgh. This was always a great topic. I didn’t want to tell the story over text and so each time we texted each other I eliminated the topic.
That is a long story to which I may or may not tell you, but we’ve never had the privacy or the time. Rose doesn’t even know.
I would really like to know.
I exhale making a decision I knew I could come to regret.
"Do you think your mom would catch us if I stepped in the hall to talk to you?"
"I don’t know let me go see if she’s asleep."
I don’t reply. Sitting up slightly I listen to his footsteps as he walks down the hall. The phone lights up.
"She’s out."
"I’ll be out in two."
"I’ll be waiting lol."
I laugh silently. Using the phone light as my guide, I walk to the door. I inhale and turn the knob. We both step out of our doorways. I prepare myself to speak. This isn’t easy. I relay my story unable to look at him. My eyes water but I don’t cry. I refuse. I allow him to hug me. I hug back. I need something stable to hold onto.
"You okay?"
Apparently I make some form of acknowledgement because our conversation begins again.
"So on a lighter note."
I chuckle awkwardly. We cover topics beginning with tattoos. I explain the one I want to get on my back.
"No."
His hand identifies the spot above my left hip as where it to be placed. I grab his hand and move it just below the middle of my backbone, but low enough to consider a tramp stamp.
"Here."
Our game continues, random facts and question spilling from our lips. I call him predictable. This presses him. I knew it would. Throughout our rendezvous his hand had been threading through my long dark hair, occasionally brushing against my cheeks. Those hands paused in a grip at once. He brings my face forward and kisses my forehead gently.
"Was that predictable?"
I smirk.
"Believe it or not, yes."
Now it is his turn to smirk.
"Well I guess I’ll have to work on that."
I note his words in my mind. They sound like something out of a book. Minutes later we begin to get bored of standing and so we sit both of our backs against the wall, side by side. My hands are balled up into fist. I am nervous, on-edge.
"Do I make you nervous?"
I scoff. He laughs lightly. I like his laugh.
"You wish."
His hand inches over to mine testing his boundaries. Eventually my hand is in his.
"I just have to get used to it."
His lips brush against my hand. Our hands eventually come to rest on his knee. We talk quietly, silently begging for no one to hear us. A soft rustle puts a stop to our conversation. He releases my hand and stands. Pretending to get a snack from the kitchen he glances into the bedrooms down the hall. He returns to tell me that his brother had merely rolled over. Instead of returning to his prior spot next to me he instead sits in front of me. He tries to reach for my hands again, but they had shrunk back to their original place, balled up at my side. He grabs them.
"Mine."
This would normally bring forward some witty response but my brilliant mind chooses to instead sound like an idiot.
"No they’re not."
Still he holds my hands pushing them open. Instead of force he relents to kissing the tops of them. We then begin our twenty questions once more, our hands locked together.
I’ll drink any soda as long as it’s not diet.
We laugh.
"I have a few questions."
"Okay."
"Wait, I’m thinking about how to ask this."
I don’t reply, letting him think and me linger in my confused state. He ask me about previous boyfriends. I’ve never had one, I tell him, at least not one I cared about. He then ask me a question to which I never advertise its answer.
"So you never kissed anyone?"
I turn my head. Definitely not
Hi, I wrote this a while ago and don't know if I should continue it, this is not chapter one, it is a later chapter, thanks to those who take the time x
I wake up at five am, and I don’t start work until eight am, but I just can't sleep; I’m too excited. I look out my window and see woman jogging around Central Park. Mmm maybe I could go out and do some jogging, clear my mind before work. Yes that’s what I’ll do. Oh god, I instantly get this vision of me getting up at five am and going jogging, and I will be one of those women who says “yes , well I’ve been up from five am, done a bit of light running , came home had a smoothie and back out to work before eight am “ . Yes that will be my new thing - I will be a morning jogger.
Ten minutes later I decide it’s not a good idea to start jogging this morning for two very good reasons. Number one being - I don’t have they nice looking Lycra legging things or a pair of decent running shoes ,( which I have put a note on my fridge door to remind me to buy - because I really need to get them if I want to start jogging every morning ) . Number two being I thought I could make better use of the spare time like getting my hair and makeup perfect.
So finally seven thirty comes and I head out the door for work. I’m so excited; my office is based on Fifth Avenue. Imagine me working on Fifth Avenue. You know I remember reading somewhere it was known as the richest street in the world. Come to think of about it, I don’t think I read it somewhere, I think Sarah-Jessica Parker said it, or was that something about Barneys? Either way she said something.
Tiffany’s is on Fifth Avenue. I wonder if I will have to pass it on the way to work, maybe I will have time to pop in and buy something maybe a tea pot; that would look really nice in my new kitchen. I won't use it; it will be just for show, then when I have guests over, they will be like “oh wow she has a tiffany tea pot.” If mum came over, she would try to use it. I know it. I will just have to put a note beside it saying, please don’t use me, I cost $200.
I decide to go into Doris and Jeff’s café and get a take away coffee. Doris looks so happy to see me. I actually feel a bit scared with the look on her face. I tell her I’m in a bit of a rush and practically run out the door, just as she starts to tell me about her twenty-eight year old single son, Simon, I think I heard her say.
I reach my office and didn’t have to pass Tiffany’s, I’m quite upset actually, I want my tea pot , I will have to go in on the way home . I walk into reception and nearly slip on the marble floor (what is it with marble floors and New York, they're everywhere). Plus it doesn’t help I have my biggest heels on. I walk over to the desk which is all silver and in the middle of the floor. There is a girl over there who looks like she may be tangled up in the headset she’s wearing. I take it, she is, because by the time I reach her, she is still spinning round on her chair trying to break free from the wire attached to the phones.
“hi , sorry , welcome to eh … sorry hold on a sec …stupid ear thing … welcome to Glam Up…can I help you ? “ she says.
“Yes, thanks I’m Sophie the new stylist. I just thought you would know where my office is…but I mean if you’re busy…or tied up … I will ask someone else “
“No no , sorry it’s just all phones ring at once, and I have to twist and turn, and well I get a bit tangled , anyway I’m jenny nice to meet you “
Jenny shows me to my office, which is on the second floor. Everywhere I look; there are massive photos on the walls of celebrities on the red carpet. Jenny is very nice , she’s a pretty looking girl , only about twenty two , blonde , a wee bit clumsy , no a big bit clumsy ; I mean on the way up here she has spilled Lydia’s coffee down her white shirt ( which I think is a Stella McCartney , I can't be too sure, but I’m not usually wrong ) . Dropped a dozen files and tripped on things that aren’t even there! I reach my office and thank Jenny as she walks away it is no surprise, she bumps into the water dispenser down the hall. I can't help but laugh this time; I had been so good too.
My office is amazing, big and all open planned, glass windows everywhere and looks straight onto the Empire State Building. I’m so lucky. I notice my name plate, and it’s one of those real ones - you know the gold ones with the black writing on them, not one of those sticky paper ones someone slaps on your jacket. I can't believe my luck today. I have a big leather spinning chair too. I have to have a shot of that. I spin around and look out my window.
I spin back around and notice by the door on the wall is a massive picture of Lydia and what looks like her pet rat or is that a dog? There goes my luck , I knew all these good things would come with a price, and here she is smiling back at me; well trying to , she looks as if she has had enough Botox to last a lifetime , the poor thing can
the poor thing can't even smile.
I have just noticed some of the comma's are spaced, I thought I had fixed these, sorry if it distracts you x
The following are my most recent collection of favorites. (book wise) Most i've found through school assignments, so I'm wondering, what next?
A Land Remembered-Patrick Smith--7th grade
Angela's Ashes-Frank McCourt (in the middle of it, no spoilers plox)--now
1984-George Orwell--this past summer
Shooting an Elephant-George Orwell--like two weeks ago
The Truth About Forever-Sarah Dessen--three weeks ago?
Undone-Brooke Taylor--...four weeks ago? idk, sometime within the start of school, same for Dessen's book
Twilight Series-Stephanie Meyer--read them all in one week of each other, about two weeks after the movie came out
Harry Potter Series-J.K. Rowling--been reading these since 6th grade :-)
Like Water For Chocolate-Laura Esquivel--Last Year for an English Extra Credit Assignment
But anyway, i love George Orwell's writings, and I love to read literary books, I do not however like to analyze them. I'm wondering what you suggest, I've already read Twilight and Harry Potter, so I like those kinds of books as well, just, i dunno... suggestions pleeease!
P.S. I also watch Naruto, Death Note, and Bleach. I've read Death Note, I watched Teen Titans, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and..... hmm... i think i'm done....
Oh! i've already seen Spirited Away the movie. I loved it! Is it an anime or a book though?
It's too long to fit on this page, but i believe it should be okay.
:)
I don't know what is wrong with the effing paragraph thing, but it's starting to tick me off.
-.-
Outside, wading beneath the whipping grasses, the wind tousling her auburn hair and the sun pleasantly pecking at her exposed skin, Sarah listened. She could hear them, whispering her name, beckoning for her to come forward, to join them, to explore the fields with them. She listened to their musical voices, almost inaudible at first, seeming to glide with the wind, and then they spoke louder, still surfing on the cool breezes, enticing her to come forward, to play with them, to hear them sing.Sarah inhaled the fresh, invigorating aroma of what seemed like the scent of freshly baked bread, floating from somewhere in the distance. The scent sparked a new curiosity in her, and those voices, childlike, faint and pleasantly musical, drifted toward her again. She stood up, the wheat kissing her scabby knees as they drifted past her, and she followed.
“God damn it!” Lawrence said harshly under his breath, wiping his hands on the front of his tattered jeans. There was blood on his fingers; it oozed from several openings on his hands in quick-running streams. He winced at the pain. “Dad, what did you do this time?” Anne-Marie stooped low to examine her father’s wounds. She clicked her tongue when she saw the damage, and asked, more sternly this time, what he had done. “It’s none of your damned business, woman!” he snapped. “Now get me a towel and some warm water before I bleed to death!” Sighing, she stepped over the shards of broken glass and the clear, foul-smelling puddle of vinegar on the floor, to the kitchen, where she brought out a large wooden basin from under the cabinets. She filled it with warm water from the faucet, grabbed two dishtowels from the side cupboard, and proceeded out to the foyer area to tend to Lawrence’s injuries, who was now cursing audibly in spite of the pain.
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“Sarahsarahsarahsarahsarahsaaaarrraaaaahhhh….” The voices continued, all around her now, calling, beckoning.Sarah only listened, stopped dead now, her eyes closed, listening to the musical voice of a child, a boy perhaps, chanting her name, the wind kissing her cheeks, her arms, her neck. “SarahcomeexplorewithusSarahcomeexplorewithusSaaaarrraaaahhhh…” Yes, she thought to herself. Yes, I want to explore….I want to….I want to….I want…. She opened her eyes, and there he was. There they were, standing in a circle, surrounding her. “Hello, Sarah,” the boy said, his voice pleasantly drifting along with the breeze. He was smiling, a wide, bright grin with almost perfect teeth. “Do you want to come explore with us? The field is ours. It’s all ours.” He grinned wider, waving his arm in a deep arc, signaling the fields around him. The others smiled, and nodded their heads slowly in agreement. Sarah turned all the way around, glancing at them, with their finely scrubbed faces and well-groomed hair, whipping in the wind. She turned back to the boy. His hand was outstretched; a gesture of welcoming. “Come on, Sarah. Don’t be afraid. We are all safe here, beneath the soft, sweeping grasses.” The others agreed, saying yes, breathing the word, still grinning broadly. Sarah had no choice; she adored their smiles, their well groomed faces, but most of all she adored the fields, the billowing golden-brown wheat, the warm sun, the wind.And she wanted more than ever to explore. She grinned like the rest of them, and took the boy’s hand in hers. Then they were walking, hand in hand, the barley kissing their waists, then their chests, and the last thing Sarah knew of before they allowed her to explore, was the high, sweeping grasses, and the faint, but pleasant, aroma of bread.
Genesis 18:1-8
1 AND the LORD appeared unto him in the plains of Mamre: and he sat in the tent door in the heat of the day;
2 And he lift up his eyes and looked, and, lo, three men stood by him: and when he saw them, he ran to meet them from the tent door, and bowed himself toward the ground,
3 And said, My Lord, if now I have found favour in thy sight, pass not away, I pray thee, from thy servant:
4 Let a little water, I pray you, be fetched, and wash your feet, and rest yourselves under the tree:
5 And I will fetch a morsel of bread, and comfort ye your hearts; after that ye shall pass on: for therefore are ye come to your servant. And they said, So do, as thou hast said.
6 And Abraham hastened into the tent unto Sarah, and said, Make ready quickly three measures of fine meal, knead it, and make cakes upon the hearth.
7 And Abraham ran unto the herd, and fetcht a calf tender and good, and gave it unto a young man; and he hasted to dress it.
8 And he took butter, and milk, and the calf which he had dressed, and set it before them; and he stood by them under the tree, and they did eat.
How does it relates to John 8:56-59?
John 8:56-59
56 Your father Abraham rejoiced to see my day: and he saw it, and was glad.
57 Then said the Jews unto him, Thou art not yet fifty years old, and hast thou seen Abraham?
58 Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Before Abraham was, I am.
59 Then took they up stones to cast at him: but Jesus hid himself, and went out of the temple, going through the midst of them, and so passed by.
Ok so I'm bored and im looking for some good movies to watch...heres a few movies that I've seen and am a fan of.
Non-Comedies
1) Fight club
2) The godfather I, II, III
3) Star Wars
4) The boondock saints
5) American history X
6) James bond movies (ALL)
7) The Green Mile
8) Terminator 1,2 and 3
9) Goodfellas
10) Reservoir dogs
11) Saving Private Ryan
12) Scarface
13) Shawshank Redemption
14) Full metal jacket
15) Brave heart
16) Gladiator
17) The rounders
18) The matrix
19) Die hard
20) No country for old men
21) The untouchables
22) Dogma
23) Gone in 60 seconds
24) Pulp fiction
25) Hostel
26) Lethal weapon
27) Rocky
28) The longest yard
29) The departed
30) Black hawk down
31) Beerfest
32) Lord of the Rings (all of them)
33) Batman (all of them)
34) Leon – The professional
35) Into the Wild
36) Con-air
37) Platoon
Comedies
1) Super Troopers
2) Jay n silent bob strike back
3) dumb and dumber
4) Mallrats
5) Monty python and the Holy Grail
6) Grandma's Boy
7) Clerks 1 and 2
8) Bill and Ted’s excellent adventure
9) Anchorman
10) Tommy boy
11) Wedding crashers
12) Knocked up
13) Pineapple Express
14) Caddy shack
15) Wayne's World
16) I love you man
17) American wedding
18) Dogma
19) 40 year old virgin
20) old school
21) ace Ventura
22) Bruce almighty
23) Billy Madison/big daddy/50 first dates/anger management/Mr. deeds/little Nicky/ water boy/ happy Gilmore
24) super bad
25) Austin powers
26) Step brothers
27) Meet the parents/fockers
28) you me and Dupree
29) Dodge ball
30) Forgetting Sarah Marshall
31) Talladega nights
32) Role models
33) heavyweights
34) Zach n mirri make a porno
35) Saving Silverman
War Movies
1) Saving Private Ryan
2) Glory
3) Band of Brothers
4) Andersonville
5) Full Metal Jacket
6) Blackhawk Down
7) The three kings
8) Gettysburg
The President: "Hello everyone – how’s everybody doing today? I’m here with students at Wakefield High School in Arlington, Virginia. And we’ve got students tuning in from all across America, kindergarten through twelfth grade. I’m glad you all could join us today. I know that for many of you, today is the first day of school. And for those of you in kindergarten, or starting middle or high school, it’s your first day in a new school, so it’s understandable if you’re a little nervous. I imagine there are some seniors out there who are feeling pretty good right now, with just one more year to go. And no matter what grade you’re in, some of you are probably wishing it were still summer, and you could’ve stayed in bed just a little longer this morning."
Translation A favorite Marxian approach. Dates back to Engels' days in Manchester, England. The implicit message to impressionable minds: It's fine to laze away the day. Don't worry about not being a productive part of society. Mom and Dad (and then the state) will be there to support your lack of initiative.
The President "I’m here today because I have something important to discuss with you. I’m here because I want to talk with you about your education and what’s expected of all of you in this new school year."
Translation What's "expected of you?" No dice. Encouraging kids to accept top-down directives - that's a prescription for trouble, if ever I heard one. Not to push it too far, but the Soviets used to sell a similar line of mumbo jumbo. Remember all that claptrap about the dictatorship of the proletariat? We should steer clear. Let's uphold Jeffersonian principles and leave local communities to decide.
The President: "I’ve talked about your parents’ responsibility for making sure you stay on track, and get your homework done...but at the end of the day, we can have the most dedicated teachers, the most supportive parents, and the best schools in the world – and none of it will matter unless all of you fulfill your responsibilities."
Translation "Unless all of you fulfill your responsibilities....?" Pardon but what if we decide we'd rather not? Some education czar sics a couple of apparatchik goons? That's why the lib-left is so intent on watering down the Second Amendment. (BTW: Notice that "czars" came out of Russia. So did Bolshevism. Purely circumstantial? Don't be so sure. But since the MSM is utterly brain dead, we'll have to wait for Glenn Beck to unearth the full story.)
The President: "And that’s what I want to focus on today: the responsibility each of you has for your education. I want to start with the responsibility you have to yourself."
Translation Individual responsibility. OK, a plank that all sides of the political spectrum can rally around. Now if Obama could only shake free of Pelosi and Reid, maybe we would hear more of that. Probably a pipedream, but hey, you never know.
The President: "Now I know it’s not always easy to do well in school. I know a lot of you have challenges in your lives right now that can make it hard to focus on your schoolwork. I get it. I know what that’s like. My father left my family when I was two years old, and I was raised by a single mother who struggled at times to pay the bills and wasn’t always able to give us things the other kids had. There were times when I missed having a father in my life. There were times when I was lonely and felt like I didn’t fit in."
Translation Tell it to Hillary. We've already heard how it takes a village. Look, Dan Quayle warned everyone about Murphy Brown, but did you listen? Now we're reaping what your Hollywood fellow traveler friends sowed.
The President: "So I wasn’t always as focused as I should have been. I did some things I’m not proud of, and got in more trouble than I should have..."
Translation So Sarah was right all along. Wonder who else he was palling around with besides Bill Ayers?
The President: "But I was fortunate. I got a lot of second chances and had the opportunity to go to college, and law school, and follow my dreams.... Some of you might not have those advantages."
Translation Of course you had opportunities. That's what happens when the state doles out rewards based upon politically correct diktats.
The President: "But at the end of the day, the circumstances of your life – what you look like, where you come from, how much money you have, what you’ve got going on at home – that’s no excuse for neglecting your homework or having a bad attitude. That’s no excuse for talking back to your teacher, or cutting class, or dropping out of school. That’s no excuse for not trying...."
Translation Let's set rules of behavior. Also, get a load of the unsubtle warning: Come to school - or work - with a bad attitude and the state will deal with transgressors. You don't get more socialist than that!
The President: "That’s why today, I’m calling on each of you to set your own goals for your education – and to do every
I'm giving you like the ending of chap. 1 and beginning of chap. 2
Sarah was calling my cell phone.
"Hello!"
"Hey, Were almost there, you should see our plane in a sec. I'm so excit... what?... uh.... Hey Megan I gotta go. Bye."
"Okay. Bye."
Amanda gave me a funny look. "Who was that?" she said.
"Sarah... but it seemed like something was wrong." I replied.
"Oh, well they should be here soon so nothing to worry about right?"
"Thats what she said." I said in a worried tone. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw their little yellow plane just off of the horizon. I pointed it out to Amanda and we both started running towards the dock waving our arms around. When we got to the end of the dock I could see Sarah through her window and she looked really scared and she was beating on it. Then I realized what was going on, the plane wasn't headed for the dock anymore. It was starting to bounce and had smoke coming from its engine. I immediatly, without thinking, jumped into the water and started swimming towards where it was. I could feel Amanda jump in behind me. I just kept swimming and the plane hit the water and was bouncing on it farther and farther away. The next thing I knew one of the bounces, bounced it nose first into the water and it started to sink. I quickly swam towards it using all the energy I could. Sarah had managed to knock the glass out of her window and I grabbed her hand. Right now I wasn't to worried about Amanda even though I should have been because she can't handle that much use of energy, she could be drowning right now, but 2 seconds later I saw her grab Tim's hand and pull him out of the plane. We started swimming to the surface, carrying Sarah was like carrying dead weight. Oh God! Please dont let Sarah be dead. I felt a huge vibration in the water and saw below me smoke and sand flying up everywhere. The plane had finally crashed and I was running out of air. I could see the surface ahead of me and pushed myself on knowing that I could make it. We reached it. I pulled Sarah up and she took a huge gasp of air coming out of the water and passed out. I could see Amanda struggling with Tim below me and I went down and helped her pull him up. When we got up he was consious but was in shock. I looked around and saw that we had swam a long way from our island. I had never swam that hard or fast before. I guess when you'd do anything to keep your friends alive adrenaline can make you do some crazy stuff. We were floating near a small island that was just across from ours and we knew we couldn't make it back to our own island so we carried them to the smaller one, hoping that when we got there we could get some help. we pulled them both onto the shore and Sarah laid there like she was dead and Tim just sat up and looked at the ocean. I could tell Sarah wasn't breathing and so could Amanda. I started CPR. I held her nose and opened her mouth and breathed in. Then I pumped her heart 3 times. Water suddenly spurted out of her mouth and she shot up and took a huge gasp of air like she was coming back to life. Next thing I knew she had her arms wrapped around me in a hug and she started sobbing. Tim looked over at us and then stood up and walked back towards the jungle and stood at its edge.
"You know guys," He said in a strangly calm voice for someone who was in shock. "I know we just got here and save me and Sarah, and then Sarah again, but we have a bigger problem on our hands now."
"What?" Amanda asked.
"Were stuck on this island with no way off and no way to contact people." He turned around and looked out towards our island and then I truely realized how far away it was. Nobody would even know we were here.
"Well, I guess we'll just had to find our own way off wont we." I said hoping somebody would agree.
"I guess so." Sarah said with tearfilled eyes.
"I'm in." Said Amanda. And then we all looked at Tim.
"What!" He said. "I guess we could try. But you all know its going to be dangerous. I mean they said were weren't allowed in the jungle over there," He pointed to the island. "Because of wild creatures. Then it will be even worse over here where there isn't any people."
"We know." The three girls said together.
Chapter 2
Now, finding our own way off the island was harder than you think, we couldn't just build a raft and sail away. Trust me we tried. It was hard enough finding the right materials to buil one big enough and strong enough to hold four people and then we discovered that when you put it into the water the little creases in the wood just made it slowly cover with water and sink. So that was out. We also tried getting someone to see us from the beach by, waving our arms at people on the island. They coudn't see us. we also tried writing S.O.S. on the beach in big letters and setting it on fire but the beach was so small as soon as we got it lit the water washed over it like it never happened. We tried to build a big bon fire and of course the water also put th
Make you you read at the top where I said. "Its the end of Chapter 1 and the beginning of Chapter 2. And dont correct me on my grammer. I just wrote it today and haven't edited it yet. Just comment on the story itself
Ok.
Police open an empty cell and find a prisoner hanging 6 feet above by his socks
The only other thing in the room is a puddle of water.
So,girls n' boys....how'd he hang himself?
:)
xxx Sarah
hi I'm stuck on my math homework i would be happy if u can help me thank u.
1. you have been asked to measure out 1.5 liters of water but the measurements on the jug are in centilitres. how many centilitres must you measure out.
2. Dave has 0.3kg of apples. Sarah claims that she has more apples then Dave because she has 350g. Is she right.
3. you have been offers the choice between two Chocolate bars. one weighs. 1.23kg and the other weighs 116g. which bar would give the most Chocolate.
4. which is heaviest, a stone weighing 0.83kg or a stone weighing 0.823kg?
there i do have some more so watch out later byeee
I want to increase my selection of good operatic pop music. Currently I love the following singer/song:
Charlotte Chuch / Bridge Over Troubled Water & Water is Wide
Josh Groban / Remember When It Rained & There for Me (with Sarah Brightman)
Sarah Brightman / Free
Really I love these singers and most of their music I could listen to, but those are my favorites. Any suggestions?
Petra B:
Because I have light classical you don't think i should post in this section? If you don't like my musical choices there's no need to be rude and tell me no one likes them. I don't think your right.
BTW I like most of your selection. I am not looking for anything religious, hopefully something original and I really want stuff in english. Ava Maria is a good score, but its religious and in my opinion overplayed. It does show if someone has a great voice though.
Something like this (which I assume you would consider Classical):
Amici Forever:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Byaq5AP6_jQ
Thanks Bonni, I actually have "The Prayer" sung by them, I am looking for new artists. Andrea Bocelli has an awesome voice, and I have lots of music. :)
Amici Forever: http://www.classicalx.com/Amici_Forever.html
this morning i was writing something with a permanent texta and my budgie jumped off my shoulder and bit the tip off it there was some on his tongue and abit on his beak i got water and he drank lots and he is still acting normall but i dont know what to do i lost a budgie about a week ago of metal poising and i cant let this one die ihe is only 6months old help please !! :(
thanks sarah
Johnny was the captain of the football team
Hated by all the guys, and every girls dream
Always had a good paying job and sweet ride
Not egotistic, and never leaned onto his pride
Straight A’s, a beautiful girlfriend with him
But still he’s not happy, thinking life’s dim
Everything easy, nothing brings him joy
His mind dark, his soul turning into a void
No one notices his pain or how he truly feels
Every night at home drinking, popping pills
Watching his little brother, on is Nickelodeon
Thoughts racing, glowing like it was neon
In his daddy’s room, grab the 45, load it up
He’s afraid of the future, he’s had enough
Put it in his mouth, and let that trigger go
Brain matter cover his brother and the floor
Suicide is never the way to leave
There is help, no need to bleed
Put down the gun, drop the noose
Don’t give up, it’s a horrible excuse
In enters Sarah, she never had any real friends
Just wants some relief, for the pain to finally end
She pretends she’s OK, but still hurts inside
Parents ask what’s wrong, but she only lies
Up to her room, turns to music to full blast
Hoping every day and night that its over fast
Trying to express her pain, to express her grief
Hoping to escape, trying to find some peace
Ain’t no one kind to her, ain’t getting love
Goes home to dad, drunk, never gave a hug
In bed staring at the ceiling, no pain healing
Why is she here if her life has no meaning
The demons she seeing, breaking into tears
Knowing that she can never feel any cheer
The end near, take a couple sleeping pills
Let the water near the top, and hope it kills
Suicide is never the way to leave
There is help, no need to bleed
Put down the gun, drop the noose
Don’t give up, it’s a horrible excuse
Many people killing themselves over nothing
Just believe me, your life is worth something
Depression is ugly, you need to just let it out
Let go of the grief and pain, better do it now
Just drop the gun, and let me pull up chair
I’m here to listen, just to let you know I care
Suicide is not the answer, a bad way to escape
Its just a false exit that we all try to contemplate
If you want to fine, but know your bound to fail
Because you’ll just end up back in total Hell
Suicide is never the way to leave
There is help, no need to bleed
Put down the gun, drop the noose
Don’t give up, it’s a horrible excuse
The Midwest Arsonist
This is my previous question?
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AjDjhZRzodcQXvuoec9rznbsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20091010213436AAP6UBt
I bought a beautiful wool coat from Oilily last year and somehow managed to get blue pen on it. The wool is white and pretty thick. I'm not sure if the pen was water soluble or not. The stain has been there at least a few months, but I didn't have my coat in the summer so I didn't notice until just recently. I'm told dry-cleaning may not be able to fix the stain, and the coat is very precious (flower patterns on the front, silk on the inside) so whatever I do I want to make sure not to wreck it even further.
How can I get this pen stain (probably about nickel sized) off of the wool? Any methods or products would be greatly appreciated. Thank you,
Sarah
Yes! My classmates and I were playing tag on our playground at Vaudeville Middle School. Luckily for me I am very limber and elusive, so I am very hard to catch. “I’m going to get you, Becky!” one of my classmates, Freddy called. He has brown hair and grayish blue eyes; he was one of the fastest kids in the 6th grade. As I was running, I took a quick glance behind me. Darn! I thought. He’s so close! I looked ahead and saw a pole sticking out from the monkey bars. I stuck my hand out to my left and did a u-turn using the pole to swing around. Freddy went flying forward, not expecting me to turn. I did not notice one of the mean popular girls coming towards me. Freddy and her were usually ‘it’. “Tag you’re it!” she yelled. Her name was Jessica, and her father owned Dairy Queen.
“Class! Time to come in,” Mrs. Sines called. “Okay!” we called. “Okay class, today we will be talking about ‘The Leaning Tower of Pisa’. It was built on the date of August 9th 1173. It is 183.27 feet from the ground on the lowest side and 186.02 ft on the highest side.” I raised my hand. “Yes Becky?” Mrs. Sines replied. “Do we need our laptops?” I asked. “Yes that would be good to have them,” she announced to the whole class. “Since we have such a short class today I am only going to give a brief synopsis. We pulled out our laptops. “Okay class who knows why the tower looks like it’s about to topple?” she asked. A girl named Sarah raised her hand. “Yes Sarah?” she replied. “My deem is that a giant pushed the tower over, but before it fell a troll stopped it and then a dragon killed the giant and the troll. And then-“ sarah replied. Mrs. Sines cut her off. “Sarah talk to me after class.” Mrs. Sines snapped. Then all of a sudden the fire alarm started ringing, we started to smell smoke! “Class we are going to have to vacate the classroom because the fire and smoke would induce our lungs to fill with smoke. Shoot! I thought. I could not get wet! Or else- I shuddered. I did not want to be a test at a government facility.
Once we met at the basketball court about 300 yards away from the building Mrs. Sines announced, “Class this was a setback from our lesson about the great tower; so we will continue it out here!”
“Miss. Smith!” Mrs. Sines called. I looked up. Oh no! I was in another reverie! “Y-yes Mrs. Sines?” I sputtered. “You may leave now,” she told me. Oh! Class was over. How embarrassing! “Yes m’am,” I replied. I got up and stuffed my books in my backpack that had luckily not been smoldered in the fire. As I got to my bike by the playground I noticed a note attached to it. I quickly scanned it. It said, I know you are not a mortal, neither am I. Meet me in the Annual Corn Field Maze down at Roseville Park about a 10 minute bike ride for you; Fish Girl. Sincerely, B.B. Time: 4:00
I looked at the clcok on my phone; it read 3:45. Mom won’t be home until five. I should have enough time. I hopped on my bike and started riding.
I arrived at the park right on time. There was a swing-set, a small lake, the cornfield maze, and couple of other typical park things. I parked my bike and walked into the field of corn. I had been here last week so I still had a map. I followed the map to the direct center. And called out, “Hello? B.B?” A handsome young boy about my age stepped out. “Hi.” He said. “I am B.B.” Wow! Was he a magician or wizard? “You gave me the note?” I asked. “Yeah. Cool writing huh?” he said. “Umm yeah sure. By the way I’m Becky, what’s B stand for?” I politely asked. Next thing I know he’s at my side, picking me up and throwing me in the lake! “AHHH!” I screamed. As soon as I hit the water I dove under making sure my ‘little secret’ didn’t show. “Hey Becky! B stands for Billy!” He yelled trying to get me to pop up. I didn’t need air now so I started to swim around on the bottom of the lake. Ugh. I thought. I might as well pop up. I took my hand and swirled it over my body and kicked my tail around in a circle. Swoosh! I popped up to the surface in about a second. “What do you want with me?!” I screamed at him. He sighed. I waited.
About a minute later he replied. “I am a wizard. Watch.” He pulled out a small white pole and tapped it on his hand. The top of it glowed blue. “I know you’re a mermaid. Don’t worry I won’t tell.” Billy said. I swam over to him. I hopped up onto dry land keeping my tail moist with a usual splash from my hand on it. I looked at my tail. The scales were light blue. “My fish name is-“ I said but Billy cut me off. “
P.S. this is my little sisters story NOT mine she is 11 and loves water.
2 days to go, hurrah!!! Can't wait for my little lady to come out!
However, I was at midwife last Tuesday and was told she hadn't yet engaged. I have felt no change yet, and bump doesn't look lower so don't think she's dropped.
I've had NO braxton hicks at all - like for the whole pregnancy! Is this normal?
I've also had no show, which I'm not so worried about because I know not everyone gets this but I'm just so fed up being pregnant and have been ready for her to come out for months so it's getting hard to think she may be another two weeks!
Anyone gone through this or knows someone who has? She's my first baby so I have no experience. I just really didn't want to think about being induced - I had my water birth all planned out.
Sorry for moaning, I just don't know what to do. Does all the sex, long walks, curry thing actually work or is it just old wives tales?
I have an appt. at the hospital next Wed if she's not out by then to discuss being induced. Is there any chance she'll be out by then?
Hope all other mums+bumps are well :)
Sarah x
so i have this friend named sarah i have known her about 3 yrs. shes one of those people that think they know everything, they are always right, and they want it there way always. there is so much that i can take from her, so one day me and my friend wanted to go downtown, so i decided to invite sarah with use so i called her to invite her and i told her that we are going to take the yellow line to down town. and then she goes " oh no i dont want to go on that one its electric, i dont like those i want to go on the metra." i told her that we will see. i always have to change things to make her happy because if i dont then we argue about it. so i just do what she wants not to arugue. well i had enough of that. so i txted her saying i am going to take the yellow line and if u dont want to u dont have to go. i am sick of doing what u want to do. she didn't txt me back. For example if i wanted to go to subway she be like no i don't want to go there i want to go to pizza hut. she will argue with me till we go to where she wants to go i feel like i am her little doggy following her wherever she goes. Also one time we went to six flags it was a really hot day and it was Sarah, and i with 2 other friends. so i told her that we can go to the water park to cool off. then she goes no i don't want to go because its dirty with all those people going in. then i told her that me and another friend can go to the pool and one would go with her on the rides then she tells me " No, u cant go to the pool cuz if u do i am going to leave u here" she did that cuz she knew she drove us there and she thinks that she has power over us because of it. oh and i can ask her any random question and she somehow will know the answer to it. she thinks shes smarter then everyone. if u say shes wrong she will get mad. she hasn't txted or talked to me since i txted her that. its been like 3 weeks already. i have been txting her a lot saying that we need to talk. she txted me once saying that she wasnt mad at me but she still hasnt talked to me yet. what do u think i should do?
oh and forgot to mention that she is racist against Mexicans and African Americans. she said she got it from her dad but that's an excuse my dad was one but i am not one.. i am Mexican and she says crap bout Mexicans and it pisses me off.
Sugar Mama has compiled a list of her own personal favorites and added a few others (under protest). Choose five from the current list:
Kanye West
Brett Favre
Kirk Cameron
Megan Fox
Kate Gosselin
Bill O'Reilly
Miley Cyrus
Tyra Banks
Kid Rock
Fred Phelps
Shirley Phelps-Roper
Terrell Owens
Fred Durst
Sarah Palin
A Kardashian (pick one)
Glenn Beck
Manny Ramirez
Kevin Federline
Britney Spears
Axl Rose
Roger Clemens
Roger Waters
Rush Limbaugh
Spencer Pratt
Lynne or Liz Cheney
Colonel Tom Parker
Ann Coulter
Sean Hannity
A Rod
Michael Vick
The guy that sold Jimi Hendrix the bad dope
VOTE VOTE VOTE! ROUND TWO NEXT WEEK! LET'S SEE WHO WINS THE DOUCHE OFF!
Suggested category: Gardens & Landscaping LMAO!
Hi, I’m looking for a good new show to watch, preferably with romance. I love love/hate couples and opposite attract couples, but I’m pretty much up for anything. I like shows with an interesting storyline and aren’t full of just fluffy love-love type BS.
Some shows I like:
How I met your mother
Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles
Gossip Girl
CSI: Miami
Glee
The O.C.
Dark Angel
Grey’s Anatomy
iCarly
H20: Just Add Water
Sonny With a Chance
South of Nowhere
Skins
Gilmore Girls
One Tree Hill
Degrassi
walk on the water is by britt nicole, how he loves is by david crowder band, and sweet sweet sound is by sarah reeves. i love all these songs and really need a good one to sing
I'm a girl from S.Korea and I'm going to study abroad in Australia or NZ. So I want to have an English name.
My first name is Jihyun and last name is Lee.
They mean...... Hmmmmmmmmm sunshine waves?
well Ji means sun,sunlight,sunshine and Hyun means water waves.
but it's okay the other way to make, Like, pronunciation instead of meaning, Jinna,Jenny, for example and yeah I know it really depends on what kind of names i like but I want your help!
How about Grace,Alice,Sarah and Jessica? do you have any idea for a good name?
The darkness overtook me. I could feel it, first tickling my toes, and slowly rising until I could feel it grazing my fingertips, making me suck in my stomach, going over my chest, engulfing my shoulders. And then, it stopped. I tried to move, but it was like concrete, holding me in place. And then, the silence. It was so loud, I tried to cover my ears, but my hands still wouldn’t move. The silence rang louder in my ears, louder, louder, louder. Until I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. I felt myself sweating, breathing heavily. Once again, I tried to scream, my mouth stretching as wide as it could. But still, nothing. I felt my eyes start to glaze over, turning hard inside my head. And then, the concrete shattered, and I was falling, falling, falling…
“Sarah!”
My eyes shot open. I saw Grace standing over me, looking concerned, annoyed, confused and tired all at the same time. My eyes were watering.
“What happened?” I asked, noticing that my palms were sweaty.
“You were screaming in your sleep again,” Grace said, opening my window. “Woke up your mother. She was not happy.” She walked over to me and sat down. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
I sighed. I wish I could, I thought. “Nothing,” I said quietly, “It was just a bad dream.”
Grace gave me a look. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
I looked at the clock. 4:16 a.m. “No,” I said, “You can’t control my dreams.”
Grace sighed. “Hon, things can’t keep going on like this,” She gestured toward me and I sat up straighter. “You’re killing your mother.”
“Then why doesn’t she ever come see what’s the matter?” I asked, feeling a lump rise in my throat. I tried to swallow it, but it remained. “If she really cared about anything other than her precious beauty sleep, maybe I would’ve stopped by now.”
Grace gave me such a menacing look, I actually shrank back. “Do you mean to tell me,” Grace said acidly. “That you’ve been pretending to scream all these days, just so you could get your mother’s attention?”
I couldn’t believe Grace even thought I could pull that off. My mother would never notice me. No matter how much I tried, no matter how loud I screamed. “No.”
“Good.”
And with that, she was gone.
Things weren’t always like this.
When I was little, things were different. Even being only a little girl, I could tell that my parents were in love. It was plain whenever they looked at each other. Their eyes would light up, like they’d just seen the most amazing thing on the planet, and then, if it was my dad, he would scoop my mom up in his arms and kiss her, and if it was my mom, she would jump on his back and hang there, kissing his neck. Whenever they were together, they could be seen holding hands. When one of them said something, the other one would most likely laugh, not because of the content of what the other had said, but because they knew they were lucky to have each other, and because they were so happy to be around each other.
But all that was no match for when they looked at me.
My dad was a construction worker, and my mom stayed at home with me. I still remember what we’d do every day. First, she’d get me up just in time to say goodbye to my dad before he went to work. He would lift me up high in the air and kiss me. I remember he would always go to his car and start the engine, acting like he was going to leave, but we both knew that I was going to run outside and demand another hug. Then, I would cry for about ten minutes. That’s how much I loved my daddy. My mom would put on my favorite movie, Aladdin, and when I was done crying, she’d watch the rest with me. Then I’d help her make breakfast. I still remember me demanding to pour the milk or stir the batter or spread the butter, and she would always let me, watching me make a mess while she sipped her coffee, laughing to herself. I would color after that, getting marker or paint all over the table, which my mom would always happily clean up, because she said it was worth it to get to hang one of my drawings up on the wall. Then, we’d walk around the lake, and that was always my favorite part of the day, because I got to see all the animals, I got to put my feet in the water, and, after we ate lunch at the restaurant next to the lake, I would always get ice cream. When we got back to the house, I was always tired, and my mom would put a movie in, usually one that I didn’t really like, one that would put me to sleep. And by the time I woke up, my dad was always there, sitting right next to me on the couch.
And that was how things went. We were a content little family, always giddy with laughter and happiness, because we were all lucky we had each other. And when it was time for me to start school, my mom decided to home school me, saying that she would be lonely all day if she didn’t. So she talked to the town, and home schooled me and a few of the other kids in our neighborhood that were my age. And everything was wonderful.
Until one night when
Until one night when I was five. My parents rarely went out and left me behind with a babysitter, but that night, they did. Of course, I kicked and screamed and cried louder than ever, but they promised they’d be back before I went to sleep. So after numerous hugs and kisses and making them twenty minutes late for their dinner reservation, the babysitter put me on the couch in front of the TV, turning it on and walking away, not even bothering to see what was on. I remember it was some court show. Something about a man raping his wife’s sister, though I had no clue what they were talking about at the time. I remember wanting to ask the sitter, I think her name was Maya, if she could put in Aladdin for me. But when I walked into the kitchen, she was on the phone, and she indicated with her finger for me to go back to the living room.
After another hour, I went back to the kitchen and she wasn’t there, so I searched the entire house until I found her on my parents’ bed, asleep. After another two hours of the court show, I heard the front door open, and I raced into the front room, getting ready to hug and kiss my parents.
But I could immediately tell that something was wrong, as they pushed through the door. My mom had tears streaming down her face, and my dad was red. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat on the floor, and watched.
“I just can’t believe you’d do that.” My mom said, running a hand through her hair and looking very stressed. I remember thinking it was so strange seeing like that. She was usually so bubbly and giddy and full of happy energy. And her expression didn’t match her dress, which was long and purple and flowing, and deserved a smiling face.
“Me?” My dad said, jabbing his pointer finger in his chest. I’d never seen him look so angry in my life. “I can’t believe you’d do that.”
My mother’s face turned red, and she looked like she was going to say something, but instead, she slowly took off her shoes. They were sparkly, purple high heels. She threw one of the shoes at him, and missed, instead hitting a picture of me and knocking it off the table it stood on. But she didn’t seem to notice, just threw her other shoe, and this time, it hit him on his shoulder. He gripped his shoulder, and that was when I stopped watching, was too scared, and went up to my room.
When I woke up, my dad was gone. So was all his stuff. So was Maya. Every picture of him, even my favorite picture, the one of me and him up at my mom’s friend’s cabin when I was four, him holding a huge fish and pointing to me like I’d caught it, while I looked at it disgustedly, was gone. I remember right after we took that picture, he had said “That’s my girl,” And kissed my forehead. After I’d discovered that he had left, I still believed that I was his girl, and that he would come back. But he never did.
After that, my mom locked herself in her room for about a week, and it’s a wonder I didn’t starve to death. Finally, she remembered that she had a little girl to take care of, but instead of making an effort to take care of me on her own, she hired a nanny, Grace. Grace did everything for me that my mom ever did, but somehow, it just wasn’t the same. But eventually, I got used to it. Whenever I went to bed and my mom’s door was open, I would peek through, and she would always be crying hysterically, holding something that I couldn’t make out.
I didn’t really see her until a year later, when she finally emerged and decided that she needed to get a job if we were going to survive. And after numerous interviews and rejections, she was finally hired as real estate agent.
But nothing was ever the same. My mother barely ever spoke me, she left that to Grace. My dad was a forbidden subject in the house, so I never got to ask what happened. My mother turned into a cold woman, a woman that only cared that we get by, and not if we were content doing it.
I learned to love Grace more than my mom, and the memory of my dad, the memory of the happy life, slowly faded away. But I’ve always remembered, that once, I was somebody’s girl.
From this list of books, which do you think is most worth it? It'd be really helpful if you've either read it before or can give me a short plot summary on it :) And I prefer romance or fantasy novels, if there are any below.
[ Title/Author ]
A Yellow Raft in Blue Water - Michael Dorris
The Bluest Eye - Toni Morrison
The Poisonwood Bible - Barbara Kingsolver
Their Eyes were Watching God - Zora Neale Hurston
Foutain Head - Ayn Rand
Anthem - Ayn Rand
Atlas Shrugged - Ayn Rand
Siddhartha - Hermann Hesse
Things Fall Apart - Chinua Achebe
The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Steven Chbosky
Touching Spirit Bear - Ben Mikaelsen
Whale Talk - Chris Crutcher
Staying Fat for Sarah Byrnes - Chris Crutcher
Breathing Under Water - Alex Flinn
True Believer - Virginia Wolff
Othello - Shakespeare
Buried Onions - Gary Soto
Cool Salsa - Lori M. Carlson
House on Mango Street - Sandra Cisneros
I Know why the Caged Bird Sings - Maya Angelou
Miracle Worker - William Gibson
1. Lord Kelvin described the concept of absolute zero temperature and the laws relating the change in thermal energy during chemical reactions. What type of chemist would he be considered today?
(Points: 3)
biochemist
inorganic chemist
physical chemist
organic chemist
2. When placed in a 100-mL square box, a substance takes the shape of the box and has a volume of 100 mL. When placed in a 50-mL circular tube, that same substance takes the shape of the tube and has a 50-mL volume. In which of the following states is the substance?
(Points: 3)
solid
liquid
gas
plasma
3. Which of the following terms describes cinnamon sugar?
(Points: 3)
compound
element
pure substance
mixture
4. Which of the following separation methods is used to separate plant pigments?
(Points: 3)
chromatography
simple distillation
fractional distillation
filtration
5. Jim, Jill, Robert, and Kim each run paper chromatography on an unknown aqueous mixture. Jim gets a red band and blue band, Jill gets a yellow band, Robert gets a green band, and Kim gets a red band. Which student had more than one substance dissolved in the water?
(Points: 3)
all of them
Jill
Jim
Kim
6. A chemist tests the quality of a brand of soft drink. Which of the following branches of chemistry might the chemist use?
(Points: 3)
inorganic chemistry
physical chemistry
analytical chemistry
organic chemistry
7. When you crush a first-aid pack for an injured athlete and the pack gets cold, which of the following is true?
(Points: 3)
A physical change has occurred, with energy being absorbed.
A chemical change has occurred, with energy being given off.
A physical change has occurred, with energy being given off.
A chemical change has occurred, with energy being absorbed.
8. A substance undergoes a change. Which of the following indicates that the change was a physical change?
(Points: 3)
Heat energy was given off.
The molecules of the substance changed.
The substance changed color.
The substance changed shape.
9. The air temperature surrounding an icy windshield is 0�C.The driver turns on the defroster and the ice melts. Which of the following is true?
(Points: 3)
The ice absorbed chemical energy to produce a chemical change.
The ice absorbed heat energy to produce a chemical change.
The ice released heat energy to produce a physical change.
The ice absorbed heat energy to produce a physical change.
10. Stacy runs a paper chromatography experiment using the same ink, but two different solvents. Using solvent A results in the ink separating into three bands, but solvent B does not carry the ink away from the original spot. Which of the following could explain the results?
(Points: 3)
Solvent B was not a good mobile phase because it could not dissolve the ink.
The ink was a pure substance and dissolved in both solvents.
The ink was a mixture, but only in solvent A.
Solvent A was not a good mobile phase because it could not dissolve the ink.
11. A prospector pans for gold in a stream. Which of the following best describes what is in her pan when he scoops up part of the streambed?
(Points: 3)
compound
element
pure substance
mixture
12. You have three molecules of sodium bicarbonate (formula: 3 NaHCO3). Which of the following is true?
(Points: 3)
The number of carbon atoms (C) is three times greater than the number of hydrogen atoms (O).
The number of oxygen atoms (O) is less than the sum of the sodium (Na), hydrogen (H), and carbon (C) atoms.
The number of oxygen atoms (O) is greater than the sum of the sodium (Na), hydrogen (H), and carbon (C) atoms.
The number of sodium atoms (Na) equals the number of carbon atoms (H).
13. An unknown substance undergoes a chemical change when it is heated. Which of the following statements is true?
(Points: 3)
The types of atoms before and after the change are the same, so the substance is a compound.
The types of atoms before and after the change are the same, so the substance is an element.
The types of atoms before and after the change are different, so the substance is a compound.
The types of atoms before and after the change are different, so the substance is an element.
14. Which of the following represents an element?
(Points: 3)
N2
H2O
CO
CO2
15. Steve, Sarah, Richard, and Kate each run paper chromatography on unknown liquids. Steve gets a red band and a blue band, Sarah gets a yellow band and a red ba
here:
Somewhere in France
April 7, 1918
Dear Mom and Pop,
How’s everything back in Boston? Today I arrived in France. The ship ride over was a fine one. We didn’t catch any storms on the way over and I didn’t get the slightest bit seasick!
It’s really pretty up here in France. All of the hills are blanketed in wonderful wild grass and the air is quite moist. The buildings are also really a sight, nothing like you would see back at home.
I can’t wait until I leave for the trenches! Even though I’ve heard bad things about them it’ll be exciting fighting for my country, as being in Uncle Sam’s Army makes me feel like a true American. Watching all the other men getting called in makes me so anxious!
Well tell Sarah and little Willie that I love them.
Love,
James
P.S. Sorry my letter is so short, I’m very busy preparing for the trenches.
Somewhere in France
April 23, 1918
Dear Mom and Pop,
The trenches are horrible. They reek of rotting flesh and unbathed soldiers. It is very depressing compared to what I imagined it would be like. There are many shell-shocked, homesick men who just long to get out of this wretched place. Most of them get sent to the hospital and never recover. Others try to escape and get killed. Those are the ones that end up on the bottom of the trench, getting nibbled on by trench rabbits and stepped on to keep the others shoes dry. I don’t know why I ever signed up.
Well I’m still completely intact and I am sorry that I had to share all of that with you. I have made a few friends and they are the ones keeping me from going insane. My closest friend is named William. Now isn’t that a coincidence? He also has red hair and freckles like little Willie, though he had to shave it all off because it was growing to long.
France isn’t all that great anymore now that I’ve seen the bad side. I guess your dreams can’t always come true.
Well tell little Willie and Sarah that I love them. I miss home so much.
Much love,
James
Somewhere in France
March 12, 1918
Dear Mother and Father,
I miss you guys a lot. Now I realize that home is the most sacred place on earth right now and I can’t wait until I see you again.
It’s getting really bad here. I got shot in the arm last week. It’s all better now because one of the men patched up for me. But there is just so much blood everywhere; I don’t think that I can handle it much longer. I can’t even sleep because of the loud ongoing racket of machine guns and bombs. Also all we have to eat here is slum and stale water. I defiantly miss your old home cooking. All I ever want to eat anymore is your delicious beef stew.
Well I’m sad to report that William went west yesterday. He went over the top to fight and choked to death on the deadly gas that the Krauts sent out because his mask failed. He was only 21. All of the deaths here keep reminding me that life is short and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life fighting at war.
I’m scared. I can’t die yet. Why can’t this whole thing just stop?
I love all of you.
James
i hope you can help :]
Sorry to jump on the bandwagon, but what position does that put the populist tabloids and shiny magazines like 'Closer' etc. Awoke this morning at 6.45, helped on by jingoistic Sarah "I'll start with the Telegraph" Kennedy on Radio 2, and thought her 15 minute reading of the papers would mention that. No - she was berating Italy for demanding their troops should be taken out of Afghanistan. But concerning Ms. Price's woman hating tactics, the Daily Record (Scottish version of the Daily Mirror) tells us the man who raped her was a 'high-profile Scottish celebrity'...maybe Belfast Telegraph will be next after the weekend with an 'exclusive', hinting at an ex-paramilitary bruiser who was over the water in London.
If the Surrey police are going no further with it, would it be sensible for the so-called 'gossip' magazines etc to also trash her need to make her bank manager happy just before Christmas?
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/21/20090917/ten-no-jordan-complaint-over-rape-claim-5f8abb3.html
Damn...looks like someone beat me to it - this question is far sharper;
http://uk.answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Ao87m8uwcHHGxTGhcmp_YOAuLxV.;_ylv=3?qid=20090917085555AAw7nEt
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/4/20090918/ten-jordan-rape-investigation-unlikely-ea4616c.html
So Far, Obama's Failing Miserably
By JEREMY LOTT | 9/15/09 6:49 AM EDT
Photo: AP
Barack Obama gives a speech on the financial crisis.
Jeremy Lott is editor of Capital Research Center’s Labor Watch newsletter and author of “The Warm Bucket Brigade: The Story of the American Vice Presidency.”
When he ran for president, George W. Bush promised to be a modest reformer at home and a humble representative of the United States on the world stage. The Al Qaeda-organized-and-funded terrorist attacks of eight years ago changed all that. During his presidency, Bush created massive new government bureaucracies, sent troops into two wars and threatened more as part of America’s war on terror.
Barack Obama’s initial approach to the office of the presidency has been as grandiose as Bush’s was restrained. It’s not hard to recall that he ran as a transformative candidate, promising sweeping, though somewhat fuzzy, “change” during the campaign.
For the first several months of his presidency, Obama has labored to deliver on that pledge. He pushed a controversial stimulus bill through Congress to help rev up the economy, turned Bush’s reluctant bailout of Chrysler and General Motors into a giant government auto buyout and appointed a record number of “czars” to help regulate bureaucracies in both public and formerly private sectors.
Then, Step 2. Obama is trying to fundamentally alter the American economy by backing sweeping environmental, labor and health care legislation. He wants to change the way Americans consume energy, unionize and see their doctors.
So far, he’s failing miserably. Consider the following:
• Cap-and-trade legislation had to limp over the finish line in the House of Representatives with the help of a few moderate Republicans, who then caught holy unshirted hell from their constituents. Environmental legislation generally has taken a drubbing in public opinion polls when people consider how costly it is.
• The Employee Free Choice Act may be stripped of its “card check” provision in the Senate, which would effectively do away with secret ballots for unionization elections. Even in its watered-down form — which still includes highly objectionable, mandatory, binding so-called gunpoint arbitration and makes no concessions to employers who don’t want to have to prop up teetering union pensions — it might not pass the Senate. And the leadership of the House has refused to touch it until the other chamber has made up its mind.
• On health care, forget the rage set off by private citizen Sarah Palin tweeting about “death panels.” Forget the misleading talk about whether there will be a “public option.” (The ever-evolving plan is one giant public option, folks.) Forget the angry voters who crowded into the town halls during the August recess. Forget that a number of Democratic senators and Sen. Joe Lieberman (I-Conn.) are still not willing to sign on to a bill. Right now, even after Obama’s address to the joint session of Congress last week, it’s possible Democrats don’t even have the votes in the House — where they currently enjoy a 77-seat majority.
It’s entirely possible — nay, likely — that Obama will lose on all three big issues. He’ll probably take that personally. As he has pushed for the passage of his reforms, his public approval ratings have taken a beating, and voters have started to trust the Republicans more than his party on a host of issues.
The question that most political handicappers are considering right now is not “Will Republicans make gains at the midterm elections?” but “How large will those gains be?”
What all this means is, barring some unforeseeable world event, Obama’s will probably not be a historic presidency. He will have some successes and a lot of failures. His opposition won’t roll over, and his party will refuse to go along with his more costly, and thus risky, schemes. He won’t coast to reelection.
So Obama now has the chance to be the sort of president Bush would have been if the World Trade Center towers had not come down. Here’s hoping he makes the best of it.
Read more: http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0909/27134.html#ixzz0RJZJXbnU
http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0909/27134.html
Dr. Charles Krauthammer is on Fox News. He is an M.D. and a lawyer and is
paralyzed from the neck down. A friend went to hear Charles Krauthammer. He
listened with 25 others in a closed room. What he says here, is NOT
2nd-hand but 1st. The ramifications are staggering for us, our
children and their children.
Last Monday was a profound evening, hearing Dr. Charles
Krauthammer speak to the Center for the American Experiment. He is brilliant
intellectual, seasoned & articulate. He is forthright and careful in his
analysis, and never resorts to emotions or personal insults. He is NOT a
fear monger nor an extremist in his comments and views. He is a fiscal
conservative, and has received a Pulitzer Prize for writing. He is a
frequent contributor to Fox News and writes weekly for the Washington Post.
The entire room was held spellbound during his talk. I have summarized his
comments, as we are living in uncharted waters economically and
internationally. Even 2 Dems at my table agreed with everything he said! If
you feel like forwarding this to those who are open minded and have not
drunk the Kool-Aid, feel free.
Summary of his comments:
1. Mr. Obama is a very intellectual, charming individual. He is
not to be underestimated. He is a cool customer who doesn't show his
emotions. It's very hard to know what's behind the mask. The taking down of
the Clinton dynasty by a political neophyte was an amazing accomplishment.
The Clintons still do not understand what hit them. Obama was in the perfect
place at the perfect time.
2. Obama has political skills comparable to Reagan and Clinton. He
has a way of making you think he's on your side, agreeing with your
position, while doing the opposite. Pay no attention to what he SAYS;
rather, watch what he DOES!
3. Obama has a ruthless quest for power. He did not come to
Washington to make something out of himself, but rather to change
everything, including dismantling capitalism. He can't be straightforward on
his ambitions, as the public would not go along. He has a heavy hand, and
wants to level the playing field with income redistribution and punishment
to the achievers of society. He would like to model the USA to Great Britain
or Canada
.
4. His three main goals are to control ENERGY, PUBLIC EDUCATION,
and NATIONAL HEALTHCARE by the Federal government. He doesn't care about the
auto or financial services industries, but got them as an early bonus. The
cap and trade will add costs to everything and stifle growth. Paying for
FREE college education is his goal. Most scary is his healthcare program,
because if you make it FREE and add 46,000,000 people to a Medicare-type
single-payer system, the costs will go through the roof. The only way to
control costs is with massive RATIONING of services, like in Canada. God
forbid!
5. He has surrounded himself with mostly far-left academic types.
No one around him has ever even run a candy store. But they are going to try
and run the auto, financial, banking and other industries. This obviously
can't work in the long run. Obama is not a socialist; rather he's a far-left
secular progressive bent on nothing short of revolution. He ran as a
moderate, but will govern from the hard left. Again, watch what he does, not
what he says.
6. Obama doesn't really see himself as President of the United
States, but more as a ruler over the world. He sees himself above it all,
trying to orchestrate & coordinate various countries and their agendas. He
sees moral equivalency in all cultures. His apology tour in Germany and
England was a prime example of how he sees America, as an imperialist nation
that has been arrogant, rather than a great noble nation that has at times
made errors. This is the first President ever who has chastised
our allies and appeased our enemies!
7. He is now handing out goodies. He hopes that the bill (and
pain) will not come due until after he is reelected in 2012. He would like
to blame all problems on Bush from the past, and hopefully his successor in
the future. He has a huge ego, and Dr. Krauthammer believes he is a
narcissist.
8. Republicans are in the wilderness for a while, but will emerge
strong. Republicans are pining for another Reagan, but there will never be
another like him. Krauthammer believes Mitt Romney, Tim Pawlenty & Bobby
Jindahl
(except for his terrible speech in February) are the future of the
party. Newt Gingrich is brilliant, but has baggage. Sarah Palin is sincere
and intelligent, but needs to really be seriously boning up on facts and
info if she is to be a serious candidate in the future. We need to return to
the party of lower taxes, smaller government, personal responsibility,
strong national defense, and state's rights.
Were they shamed by Sarah Palin's courageous fight against death panels, despite the mainstream media's complete willingness to carry water for the President and cover up his original words in a NY Times interview:
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Obama: The chronically ill and those toward the end of their lives are accounting for potentially 80 percent of the total health care bill out here.
Leonhardt: So how do you--how do we deal with it?
Obama: Well, I think that there is going to have to be a conversation that is guided by doctors, scientists, ethicists. And then there is going to have to be a very difficult democratic conversation that takes place. It is very difficult to imagine the country making those decisions just through the normal political channels. And that's part of why you have to have some independent group that can give you guidance. It's not determinative, but I think has to be able to give you some guidance. And that's part of what I suspect you'll see emerging out of the various health care conversations that are taking place on the Hill right now.
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http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/03/magazine/03Obama-t.html?_r=3&partner=rss&emc=rss&pagewanted=all
This is only a small section of the interview. I urge you to read all of it. Amazingly President Obama ponders on the wasteful way his grandmother got a hip replacement procedure even though she would die within a year.
http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601070&sid=aGrKbfWkzTqc
Here is Sarah Palin's recent Op-Ed that reasserted her objections to President Obama's original concept of leveraging monopolistic power a government-run healthcare program to save money by denying services deemed wasteful by appointed bureacrats:
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970203440104574400581157986024.html
If we already have them, then why is Obama suggesting them as something new?
PS: Why do you suppose Democrats have voted block selling insurance across state lines---they want insurance companies to be act like a monopoly so they can be the bad guy and justify replacing them with a government-run healthcare monopoly that THEY CONTROL!
You may choose any of the following works to read outside of class:
Sherman Alexie. The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven, Reservation Blues, The Toughest Indian in the World.
David Almond. Skellig, Kit's Wilderness, Heaven Eyes, Secret Heart.
Laurie Halse Anderson. Speak, Catalyst.
M.T. Anderson. Feed.
Bruce Brooks. The Moves Make the Man, Midnight Hour Encores, All That Remains, Vanishing.
Michael Cadnum. Taking It, Edge, In a Dark Wood, Forbidden Forest.
Orson Scott Card. Ender's Game, Ender's Shadow, Shadow of the Hegeman, Seventh Son.
Sook Nyul Choi. Year of Impossible Goodbyes, Echoes of the White Giraffe.
Karen Cushman. Catherine Called Birdy, The Midwife's Apprentice.
Deborah Ellis. The Breadwinner, Parvanna's Journey.
Louise Erdrich. The Birchbark House.
E.R. Frank. Life Is Funny, America.
Russell Freedman. Eleanor Roosevelt, Life and Death of Crazy Horse.
Nancy Garden. Dove & Sword: a Novel of Joan of Arc, GThe Year They Bruned the Books.
Gail Giles. Shattering Glass.
Karen Hesse. Out of the Dust, A Time of Angels, Witness, Letters from Rifka, Stowaway.
Valerie Hobbs Sonny's War.
Will Hobbs. Downriver, Far North, Kokopelli's Flute, The Maze.
Francisco Jiménez. The Circuit: Stories from the Life of a Migrant Child, Breaking Through.
Sherryl Jordan. The Raging Quiet, Secret Sacrament.
David Klass. Wrestling With Honor, Screen Test, You Don't Know Me.
Ron Koertge. Tiger,Tiger Burning Bright, Brimstone Journals.
Iain Lawrence. The Lightkeeper's Daughter.
Ursula Le Guin. The Left Hand of Darkness,Tehanu.
Julius Lester. To Be a Slave; From Slave Ship to Freedom Road, Othello: A Novel, Pharaoh's Daughter.
Lois Lowry. A Summer To Die,The Giver, Gathering Blue.
Mary E. Lyons. Sorrows Kitchen, Letters From a Slave Girl, Keeping Secrets.
Geraldine McCaughrean. The Stones Are Hatching, The Kite Rider.
Janet McDonald. Chill Wind, Spellbound.
Joyce McDonald. Comfort Creek, Swallowing Stones, Shades of Simon Grey.
Margaret Mahy. Memory,The Changeover.
John Marsden. Letters from the Inside,Tomorrow When the War Began, A Killing Frost, The Night Is for Hunting.
Victor Martinez. Parrot in the Oven: Mi Vida.
Norma Fox Mazer. After the Rain, When She Was Good, Out of Control.
Kyoko Mori. Shizuko's Daughter, One Bird.
Walter Dean Myers. Fallen Angels, Malcolm X: By Any Means Necessary, The Amistad Affair.
An Na. A Step from Heaven.
Beverley Naidoo. Chain of Fire, No Turning Back, The Other Side of Truth.
Donna Jo Napoli. The Magic Circle, When the Water Closes Over My Head, Song of the Magdalene, Daughter of Venice.
Garth Nix. Sabriel, Slade's Children, Lirael, Abhorsen.
Han Nolan. Dancing on the Edge, Born Blue.
Naomi Shihab Nye. Habibi, 19 Varieites of Gazelle.
Tim O'Brien. The Things They Carried, Going After Cacciato, In the Lake of the Woods
Linda Sue Park. My Name Was Keoko, A Single Shard.
Ann Rinaldi. In My Father's House, Finishing Becca, The Secret of Sarah Revere, Hang a Thousand Trees with Ribbons.
Louis Sachar. Holes.
Art Spiegelman. Maus: A Survivor's Tale; Maus: A Survivor's Tale II.
Mildred D. Taylor. Let the Circle Be Unbroken, The Road to Memphis, The Land.
Stephanie S. Tolan. Ordinary Miracles, The Face in the Mirror, Welcome to the Ark.
Terry Trueman. Stuck in Neutral.
Will Weaver. Memory Boy.
Robert Westall. A Place to Hide, Falling Into Glory, Echoes of War.
Garret Freymann-Weyr. When I Was Older, My Heartbeat.
Virginia Euwer Wolff. Make Lemonade, True Believer.
Jacqueline Woodson. Hush, If You Come Softly, Miracle's Boys.
Jane Yolen. Devil's Arithmetic, Girl in a Cage.
Markus Zusak. The Book Theif, I am the Messenger.
Okay I asked this before and some snob told me I need therapy and told me to shut up. It pissed me off.So this is my new one take that >:D! Anyway I'm getting tired of my stupid brother calling me names like fat so if I'm average weight he'll stop.Plus I WANT to be healthier.So dont go saying crap that I have problems. -_- it annoys me. Anyway my goal is to go from I believe 104 to 93 which s 11 pounds.I want to know what foods to stay clear of and what foods I should eat from breakfast, lunch and dinner. Also for healthy snacks for after supper and when I get home from school.I was told eating a snack when I get home from school and after supper was the way to do it.I also need to know what excersise I should do. I have a big forest and I walk my dog Sarah five laps from now on. (I started today) I have a basket-ball hoop, a soccar ball, a swingset,a pitch back and DDR. How can I turn that into an awesome workout?
(1 lap in my woods = half a mile)
My mom knows im a healthy person now.But she makes BIG suppers. Tonight it was herbal rice, two cresecent rolls, 1 and half slices of chicken and milk.Is that bad .And my mom makes pasta ALOT and isnt it bad for you? We have wheat bread though.I usually havein my school lunch which consists of ; A sandwhich with lettuce, a slice of ham, and cheese. I also have an apple, water bottle, and today pretzels.
Any suggestions are helpful thank you!!! XP Oh and you the one who rudly answered my last question I ask you please dont respond rudly. -_-
Fiction
Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd
How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents by Julia Alvarez
The Women of Brewster Place by Gloria Naylor
Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers
Native Speaker by Chang Rae Lee
My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picault
Motherless Brooklyn by Jonathan Lethem
For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway
A Yellow Raft in Blue Water by Michael Dorris
Bodega Dreams by Ernesto Quiñonez
Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon
The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers
The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien
The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler
Nonfiction
Having Our Say: The Delany Sisters’ First 100 Years Sarah Delany and Elizabeth A. Delany
Seabiscuit: An American Legend by Hillenbrand, Laura
The Boys of Summer by Roger Kahn
Silent Spring by Rachel Carson
Ice Bound: A Doctor’s Incredible Battle for Survival at the South Pole
Jerri Nielsen, Maryanne Vollers
Into The Wild by Jon Krakauer
All Creatures Great and Small*by James Herriott
*or any other title in the Herriott series
one fiction and one nonfiction
Part of my summer reading is to choose a scene from each of the 4 books I read and draw it. The books I read are:
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Water for Elephants by Sarah Gruen
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd
The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
So I have to pick a scene from each of those and draw it but I'm not sure which one to choose. Any suggestions? For any of them? I'm not a great artist so s simple scene preferably lol. Thanks
why are my hands shaking???? i ate a hot dog like 1 hour and 30 min ago and i just started shaking. im not hungry or anything and im only 13 years old. yesterday i had a teensy beensy fever of 99.6 ferenhight (i cant spell verry good lol!) so i stayed home from school cuz i also had a smll head ache this morning, i have been drinking pleanty of water and i slept for 16 hours lat night. so ummmmm oh yeah i have a keloid on my nose idk if that says or changes anything but i have aranged a visit with my piercing lady sarah tomarrow to try to heal that up but currently i have no fever and acctully my temp is 98.2 so i think im ok and i took some asprin to take my headache away so idk but i just wana no why. THANK U!!!!!!!
About a month ago we switched our English Mastiffs as well as the other dogs in the household to a dog food without all the junk in it, A higher grade dog food. The eat less and there is less "waste" however they seem to have very loose stools, pardon the disgust of it, but basically diarrhea. This can't be normal can it? Even though they have access to fresh water daily, I am afraid they will become dehydrated. They are both looking great, I still worry about this though. Is this a definite trip to the vet?
-Sarah
I am VERY picky a bout the books I read. As a teenager, it is next to impossible to find any books / suggestions at school that aren't "teenage" books. I hate them, and refuse to read them.
Alternating between Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Mary Higgins Clark, and Kevin O'Brien is getting pretty monotonous, so I need some "new blood" in my reading life. Here is a list of my top 5 favorite books, to show you what I like:
1.) Desperation - by - Stephen King
2.) Deception Point - by -Dan Brown
3.) Water For Elephants - by - Sarah Gruen
4.) My Sister's Keeper - by - Jodi Picoult
5.) The Rustler - by - Linda Lael Miller
What have you enjoyed that you can reccomend?
1.If one weekend is a washout, what fraction of the weekend days is this? What fraction shows the days out of the month he can fly his kite?
2.Who is the kite flier, sailor, windsurfer and balloonist?
Kate,Wayne,Ben, and Sarah are all 20 years old. Here are some clues to help you solve this f-in problem:
No one is involved in the sport that has the same first letter as his or her name. Kate is not friends with the balloonist but she is best friends with the sailor. Wayne is a male chauvinist and he cant believe that a girl could be a balloonist. Ben is afraid of water!
3.On one windy day is March, the combined winds of Philadelphia and Pittsburgh totaled 68 mph. The winds in Pittsburgh were 10 mph mroe than in Philadelphia. What the fuc were the winds in each city?
Hello. Uk people would be better ;)
Im a female 13 year old girl about 5ft something ( Medium height for a normal average year 9 in september) :) and im 9 stone.
So as i turned 13 last week i feel fat,well i've felt like fat for a while but i truly hate my body.
My thighs are flappy and my belly i have like 3 trust me.
I Hate my belly and my thighs.
My legs are ok they are not flappy they are like well normal :P.
Ive been drinking water alot but that makes me need the bathroom i hardly ever go the gym so what can i do can you guys help me :)
I Cant end up like fat please :]
Thankyou guys i appreciate all your help
with love
sarah xx
Myles:What could this do to a 13 year old?
I had a dream that I just HAD to write about. It was so vivid and real. Anyway, here it is and tell me what you think about it:
An old, rusty warehouse loomed over a lake, its back to the sun. Its shadow was much darker than the others surrounding it. John felt drawn to it and he proceeded to turn the knob of the rusty door. To his surprise, he found the warehouse occupied with quite a number of people. John looked around. A staircase lead to a second floor, the first floor was dirty and barren, there was no furniture, and everything screamed, "Haunted house!" However, the people were much worse. John only recognized three people. One was his mom, another was a friend named Ryan, and the last was another friend named Sarah. Their clothes were shabby and torn, their faces were pale, they seemed to radiate sadness and all they did was sit. John walked around for a little bit but nobody seemed to care that he was here. His curiosity of the second floor grew but he didn't "man up" enough to go up there.
Instead, he asked Sarah, "What happened here? Why are you guys like this?" Sarah gave John a gloomy stare and answered, "Only if you push that button over there will you know." John looked and found a black button on the other side of the room, set on a pedestal. "That wasn't there before," John said to Sarah. Sarah shrugged and resumed her previous fetal position. At this point, John became very timid. His thoughts started conflicting with each other, "Push the button. NO! It's a bad idea! Just look what happened to them! But aren't you curious? Just push it. One push won't do anything..." John walked over to the other side of the room and looked at the shiny, black button. It was so enticing. He looked over his shoulder to make sure nobody was looking. Indeed, everyone had his or her head down. "Just one quick push," thought John. He quickly pressed the black button.
The lights went out. John turned around but saw nothing; it was pitch black. He turned around again, only to find that the button and the pedestal were gone. In their place was a window. He saw through the window that it was night outside. An ominous fog loomed past his view. "Wait, what? Wasn't it bright and sunny before I came here? I've only been here for a short while too," thought John. He turned back around and called out, "Can anyone hear me?"
No answer.
"Alright! Joke's over. The button was a light switch. Big deal! Someone turn the lights back on."
No answer.
At this point, John was getting very worried. He took a big breath and took one step forward, and then another, and then another, and then another. Suddenly, a single light bulb came on, illuminating only him. It wasn't very bright and was comparable to a dim and fading flashlight. In the dim spotlight, John made out a hand by his foot. A little scared, he half-jumped away from it. That's when the lights came back on. To John's horror, everybody was face-down, lying on the floor, cold, unmoving, and all in their own pools of blood.
"Okay guys. Not funny..." said the shocked John. To worsen the matter, the blood was rapidly spreading and covering the floor. And to even further worsen the matter, the blood was filling up the room like how one would fill up a bathtub with water. John hurriedly tried all the doors but they were locked. He noticed the warehouse was also suddenly different. The walls were pure, reddish-orange, metallic rust. A metallic clang resounded in the warehouse as if someone was pounding an axe onto a metal grating. The staircase was also gone. In its place was a door that was also locked. Ankle-deep in blood, frantically searched for an exit. One of the people slowly got up and John stopped dead in his tracks. He probably would have been a little relieved that someone got up except for one fact, the man was faceless. The others rose and revealed their facelessness. As one, they faced John, hands outstretched towards him, and slowly trudged towards him. Their muffled screams sounded from their now non-existent mouths. John pressed his back against the new staircase door and desperately turned the knob. It opened. John hurried in and slammed the door behind him. He saw the new room and froze. He didn't know which one was worse: the bloody room full of faceless people, or this room.
This room was full of sharp objects, each apparently used on something for they were all bloodsoaked. There were meathooks hanging from the ceiling, sharp spikes from protruding from the walls, and the center of the room had a table with meat cleavers of every size and shape. A hulking man was inspecting the knives. Then...
I woke up.
ralph lauren romance
givenchy extravagance
cool water for women
femme by hugo boss
ralph lauren notorious
covet by sarah jessica parker
ed hardy perfume
can anyone plzz send me a link 2 the whole book or audio book? or like the words?cuz i cant get my hands on the book right now and i reallyyyy wanna read it. thanx.
Just like the title! I need quick things and also if I eat next to nothing ( other than veggies and water, don't comment on this being not healthy ) will I lose weight faster? I really need to do this and I may have up to September 5th. Lemme know what to do and how to crush cravings, thanks a bunch you guys
Xx
Sarah. E
a. John Edwards- one of your presidential candidates having a baby with his lover on the side.
or
b. Sarah Palin keeping a down sydrome baby
c. Sarah Palin shooting moose and making soup too feed her family and friends- (they have too many moose - people hit them while driving like deer here)
d. Obama picking a Science Czar who wants to force mass abortions and put something in water to make people sterile.
No matter how many liberally biased "FACT CHECK" pieces I read saying the notion of Death Panels is false, I go back and re-read the President's own words in this interview and redouble my belief that SARAH PALIN got it right.
Read it yourself and tell me if you think me and Sarak Palin are crazy?
Does PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA talk about a panel "guided by doctors, scientists, ethicists" to consider "very difficult moral issues" "accounting for potentially 80 percent of the total health care bill"?
Here is fuller excerpt:
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THE PRESIDENT: ...
"Now, I actually think that the tougher issue around medical care — it’s a related one — is what you do around things like end-of-life care" —
NYTimes - "Yes, where it’s $20,000 for an extra week of life."
THE PRESIDENT: "Exactly. And I just recently went through this. I mean, I’ve told this story, maybe not publicly, but when my grandmother got very ill during the campaign, she got cancer; it was determined to be terminal. And about two or three weeks after her diagnosis she fell, broke her hip. It was determined that she might have had a mild stroke, which is what had precipitated the fall.
So now she’s in the hospital, and the doctor says, Look, you’ve got about — maybe you have three months, maybe you have six months, maybe you have nine months to live. Because of the weakness of your heart, if you have an operation on your hip there are certain risks that — you know, your heart can’t take it. On the other hand, if you just sit there with your hip like this, you’re just going to waste away and your quality of life will be terrible.
And she elected to get the hip replacement and was fine for about two weeks after the hip replacement, and then suddenly just — you know, things fell apart.
I don’t know how much that hip replacement cost. I would have paid out of pocket for that hip replacement just because she’s my grandmother. Whether, sort of in the aggregate, society making those decisions to give my grandmother, or everybody else’s aging grandparents or parents, a hip replacement when they’re terminally ill is a sustainable model, is a very difficult question. If somebody told me that my grandmother couldn’t have a hip replacement and she had to lie there in misery in the waning days of her life — that would be pretty upsetting."
NYTimes - "And it’s going to be hard for people who don’t have the option of paying for it."
THE PRESIDENT: "So that’s where I think you just get into some very difficult moral issues. But that’s also a huge driver of cost, right?
I mean, the chronically ill and those toward the end of their lives are accounting for potentially 80 percent of the total health care bill out here."
NYTimes - "So how do you — how do we deal with it?"
THE PRESIDENT: "Well, I think that there is going to have to be a conversation that is guided by doctors, scientists, ethicists. And then there is going to have to be a very difficult democratic conversation that takes place. It is very difficult to imagine the country making those decisions just through the normal political channels. And that’s part of why you have to have some independent group that can give you guidance. It’s not determinative, but I think has to be able to give you some guidance. And that’s part of what I suspect you’ll see emerging out of the various health care conversations that are taking place on the Hill right now."
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Three more points:
1. The End-of-Life Counseling that was just removed from the Senate Bill was in a section devoted to cost reduction measures.
2. Ezekiel Emanuel has advised the President on healthcare issues has publicly talked about changing the doctor's oath from beinf a committment to the individual patient to one committed to the community.
3. Obama's handpicked Science Czar John Holdren co-authored a book in the 70s that openly contemplated governemnt measures to reduce population's demand on resources such as sterilization of the water supply and forced abortions.
I like all of Sarah Waters' stuff. Also 'Carol' by Patricia Highsmith and 'Rubyfruit Jungle' by Rita Mae Brown, not to mention 'Hood' by Emma Donoghue.
What are your favourites and why do you think many of the contemporary gay/lesbian classics are now out of print?
Thanks in advance.
*Kisses Mary's earlobes*
Love you too :) XxX
People of all religions, christians, jews, muslims, hindu, jedi knights, flying spaghetti monster worshipers, and santa clause believers:
If you haven't watch the movie 'Religulous' i urge you do, especially the very end of the movie because that has the most important part of the movie that includes the underlying message bill is trying to get across.
If you have, you would have noticed that his message is loud and clear. Over the course of the 21st century we have an array serious issues to solve, from global warming to peace in the middle east, yet with religion still around there is no hope of solving them.
In fact, with nuclear weapons and modern technology, it is incredibly unlikely that humanity will reach the end of the 21st century due to the people in charge of such powers. With politicians such as sarah palin getting close to becoming the vice president of the most powerful country in the world is a complete and utter abomination. Sarah, along with many other intellectually challenged religious republicans, are deluded enough to think that a man walked on water 2000 years ago, talking snakes exist in the garden of eden, and that the earth is only 5000 years old!
To think that such people would have such massive power and influence in the world (and have access to americas nuclear weapons) is COMPLETELY INSANE!
Religion needs to die, for humanity to survive! There is no logic, beauty or moral fiber in faith! Therefore i would like to know what do you think, and have you acknowledged the dangers of religions delusions from watching the movie? If not, what is still driving your ignorance and stupidity?
''Acquiring nuclear weapons for the defense of Muslims, is a religious duty' Osama bin ladin
Is this excerpt of a NY Times interview the source of speculation of "Death Panel" in Obamacare by people like Sarah Palin:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/03/magazine/03Obama-t.html?_r=2&partner=rss&emc=rss&pagewanted=all
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THE PRESIDENT: ....
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Now, I actually think that the tougher issue around medical care — it’s a related one — is what you do around things like end-of-life care —
DAVID LEONHARDT@NYTIMES
Yes, where it’s $20,000 for an extra week of life.
THE PRESIDENT: Exactly. And I just recently went through this. I mean, I’ve told this story, maybe not publicly, but when my grandmother got very ill during the campaign, she got cancer; it was determined to be terminal. And about two or three weeks after her diagnosis she fell, broke her hip. It was determined that she might have had a mild stroke, which is what had precipitated the fall.
So now she’s in the hospital, and the doctor says, Look, you’ve got about — maybe you have three months, maybe you have six months, maybe you have nine months to live. Because of the weakness of your heart, if you have an operation on your hip there are certain risks that — you know, your heart can’t take it. On the other hand, if you just sit there with your hip like this, you’re just going to waste away and your quality of life will be terrible.
And she elected to get the hip replacement and was fine for about two weeks after the hip replacement, and then suddenly just — you know, things fell apart.
I don’t know how much that hip replacement cost. I would have paid out of pocket for that hip replacement just because she’s my grandmother. Whether, sort of in the aggregate, society making those decisions to give my grandmother, or everybody else’s aging grandparents or parents, a hip replacement when they’re terminally ill is a sustainable model, is a very difficult question. If somebody told me that my grandmother couldn’t have a hip replacement and she had to lie there in misery in the waning days of her life — that would be pretty upsetting.
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DAVID LEONHARDT@NYTIMES
And it’s going to be hard for people who don’t have the option of paying for it.
THE PRESIDENT: So that’s where I think you just get into some very difficult moral issues. But that’s also a huge driver of cost, right?
I mean, the chronically ill and those toward the end of their lives are accounting for potentially 80 percent of the total health care bill out here.
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DAVID LEONHARDT@NYTIMES
So how do you — how do we deal with it?
THE PRESIDENT: Well, I think that there is going to have to be a conversation that is guided by doctors, scientists, ethicists. And then there is going to have to be a very difficult democratic conversation that takes place. It is very difficult to imagine the country making those decisions just through the normal political channels. And that’s part of why you have to have some independent group that can give you guidance. It’s not determinative, but I think has to be able to give you some guidance. And that’s part of what I suspect you’ll see emerging out of the various health care conversations that are taking place on the Hill right now.
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Additional to this is comments made by advisor Ezekiel Emanuel regarding a change to the doctor oath, and a book co-authored by Science Czar John Holdren in the mid-70s that speculated on government options for limiting the population demand on resources such as sterilizing the water supply and forcing abortions.
I mean, the chronically ill and those toward the end of their lives are accounting for potentially 80 percent of the total health care bill out here.
ok so i have read these so far there is
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES ~ L.J Smith
SAVING JULIET ~ Suzanne Selfors
VAMPIRE HIGH ~ Douglas Rees
BONES OF A FAERIE ~ Janni Lee Simner
THE TRUTH ABOUT FOREVER ~Sarah Dessen
BLOOD LINE~ Kate Cary
A HOUSE OF NIGHT NOVEL ~P.C. Cast & Kristin Cast
THE SECRET CIRCLE ~ L.J Smith
GENERATION DEAD ~ Daniel Waters
BLUE BLOOD ~ Melissa De Cruz
EVERNIGHT ~Claudia Gray
MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA ~ Arthur Golden
HOUSE ON MANGO STREET ~ Sandra Cisneros
NIGHT ~ Elie Wiesel
TANTALIZE ~Cynthia Leitich Smith
one of my fav's is
BLOOD AND CHOCLATE ~ Annette Curtis Klause
i really don't like the movie tho
SUCKS TO BE ME ~ Kimberly Pauley
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SHATTERED MIRROR
DEMON IN MY VIEW
MIDNIGHT PREDATOR
IN THE FORESTS OF NIGHT
PERSISTENCE OF MEMORY
and all by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
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SUCK IT UP ~ Brian Meehl
VAMPIRE KISSES ~Ellen Schreiber
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WICKED ~ nancy holder & debbie viguie
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these are just some of the ones i have read
i really like manga 2 plz help !!!!!!!!!!
