Nanners

Ok so I'm 16 years old and a singer, and in choir we were testing vocal ranges.

I can hit a b3 without vocal fry and if I'm warmed up, I can hit a d6!

I mean because of my range I can sing anything from tenor to soprano.

I'm fairly sure this isn't normal, and I'm not complaining, but I just want to ask others to make sure.

Also, no, I do not have a cold. :)

In all seriousness though, this range, is it normal?

Ok, so I have 2 lobe piercings and I want to get a cartilage piercing done for my 16th birthday.

My mom wants to take me to Claire's to get it done because it's cheaper, but they use a gun to do it and from what I've researched the gun shatters the cartilage and can't be cleaned properly. Also, from what I've researched, they aren't trained properly.

I want to go to to a place that has professional piercers, but it's a bit more expensive and to her, that's a bit off-putting.

Also, the place that has the professional piercers happens to be a tattoo parlor as well, and she thinks people with tattoos are "weird."

Let's just say my mom isn't the most open-minded person in the world.

She thinks I'm just being paranoid about the whole thing and doesn't want to take me to the legitimate piercing place.

How can I convince her??? If it came down to it, I'd rather not get a cartilage piercing in the first place than get one at Claire's.

I accidentally hurt my sister and I feel really rotten about it, but she said it was ok.

My brother, though, kept trying to get me to stop crying while I was venting my stress in my room, and every time I told him to go away, he kept on telling me it wasn't good for me to be alone in my room and crying, and acted like I could control it.

I think I'm fine now, but I just want to be able to explain crying to him in the future so that this doesn't happen again, because of how thoroughly unpleasant it is when someone thinks you have control over your emotions.

Help me, please.

I used to have issues with depression and self-esteem, and I know for sure that I have worked through these, but for some reason I don't really get angry anymore. Whenever I see someone hurt someone I love, I can't help but think the person doing the hurting has a reason, however small it may be, and I can't help putting myself in their shoes, and feeling that I might act similarly. It seriously simply frustrates me and makes me sad to see people hurt each other. It's unusual, because before my issues, I used to have a short temper.

Is this lack of anger normal (Not that I'm complaining, of course)?

I'm dressing up as an American writer from the 1920s, and I don't know whether I can use my dip pen as a prop or not, and I don't have a fountain pen. Do you think I could pull it off?

My little sister is, a lot of times, mean and bullying to me simply because she's in a bad mood. Frankly, a lot of times she's a real *ss to me and my family, and she blames all of us for her problems, but it seems to fall on me a lot more than my parents. I don't really know how to respond to her when she's really trying to hurt my feelings. It's been going on for a while now, and I'm getting really sick of it. She doesn't show me any respect, and she's incredibly immature when it comes to my parents having to punish her. A lot of the time, she's able to get away with most of the verbal abuse because my parents leave me to babysit my other sister, who is one year old. They never believe me when I tell them what she does and says, and when they actually see it, they take it very lightly. Every time there is a problem, it never seems to be HER fault. I understand that I helped to feed the problem by trying to fight back for a while, but I've just given up now. It doesn't do anything because she is extremely unreasonable and difficult.

By the way, my sister is twelve, and I'm fifteen.

Anyone know four jobs that require you to speak spanish other than a Paramedic, Human Resources, 911 operators and Interpreters/translators? Please?

My father is a doctor of internal medicine. He has many patients that are terminally ill, and he, understandably, hates telling them, and their families that they are dying. When he does have to, he is always very sad, and I don't know how to make him feel better. I hate seeing him like this. How can I lessen it for him, if at all? It makes us both feel horrible.

I think that I'm mentally ill, and I haven't told my mom yet. I just don't have any idea how to come at it so that she will actually take me seriously, and so that she won't freak out. I know I'll have to tell her eventually, I just don't know HOW. Please help me.

My little sister is addicted to black ops, and she absolutely will not let me play. I tried to tell her that I think she's addicted, but she doesn't think so. She's played over three hours straight for at least two weeks, and the only reason she doesn't keep playing is because my parents make her go to bed. I personally don't think that it's fair, because I have not been able to play it at all because of her for weeks. It's frustrating. I don't think that it's very good for her health either. Even though I don't play nearly as often as her, I still want to play. My parents are out of town right now, and I'm with my grandparents, but they aren't exactly the most assertive towards my little sister. It just doesn't seem fair, and I don't know what to do.

I am 13 right now, living in the U.S.A., and I really want to travel through Europe and Russia when I'm old enough to see the museums and landmarks. I was thinking I could start asking for money instead of gifts for holidays and birthdays and saving up for trip, but I'm not sure if I'll have enough. What do you think? I really want to go to see the countries and experience the culture. Do you think I should start saving now? Will I be able to get enough money by the time I'm 18?

I am writing a book, and I am completely drawing a blank on what to call a fictional weapon. It's basically a giant laser that you need 8 different unique crystal lenses to power. It has a huge radius. I have no idea what a cool name would be. Any ideas?

She always verbally abuses me, and I try to ignore it, even though it cuts deep. She also threatens to hurt me, even though she happens to be my LITTLE sister. This usually happens when she is angry or in a bad mood, and I am laughing or smiling about something, but it also occasionally happens at random. She's 10 years old, and I am 14, and I am really getting tired of it.

I am 13, and I am writing a horror story, and my mom doesn't like it. She says it's like an r rated movie and wants me to stop writing it, but I personally don't think it's that bad. What should I do? Here's chapter 3: http://www.sumopaint.com/image/?id=1239254

I need help knowing what to do exactly...

I am writing a prospectus, and I need help finding some websites on female infanticide in those two countries. I really, really need help right now, and I'm very stressed out because the prospectus is worth 600 points.

I am writing a paper on how women's rights are declining in India and China due to modern technology, and some more websites would be nice to have.

I know this question sounds kind of silly, but my little sister (who is 11) has been abusing me, even though I could really hurt her if I really wanted to. Not only does she degrade me with verbal abuse ("You're dumb" for example) She also hits me and injures me. I can't really do anything about it, because she doesn't listen to me when I tell her she is being violent, and I get in trouble when I fight back. My parents just tell us not to fight, and whenever we start arguing, we both get into trouble, even though it isn't always me. When she's in a really bad mood, she starts abusing me when I ask her to do something simple, like trying to be quieter when I am doing my homework. I don't know what I should do. Please help.

If you were walking through a book store, looking for a good fantasy-adventure book, would you read a book with this prologue?

I was running, no, sprinting. I was surrounded by a large, hilly landscape that was very deep red in color. I wasn't sure yet where I was, but I somehow knew something was after me. I took in the scenery as I passed it at great speed, and it seemed eerily familiar for some reason. I was in the middle of a huge wasteland, covered in rocks. It was nighttime, and though I could see the stars, they were in patterns unfamiliar to me. The moon was a strange gold, rather than the usual off-white I was used to, and there was a large chartreuse ring surrounding it, almost like saturn. I saw a huge mountain in the distance, and it's peaks were lined with cracks. The cracks were glowing, as if the mountain held some great power inside it that would cause the sheer cliffs of it to explode at the slightest touch. I gasped for breath as I struggled to stay ahead of whatever was chasing me. It occurred to me that I was traveling faster than a car, and as I hesitated in surprise, I realized I could hear heavy footfalls, and they were getting closer.

My heart started racing faster, and as I started running again, this time with much more velocity, I was not paying attention and I realized half a second too late that there was a enormous boulder in my path. Not even stopping to consider my physical abilities, I jumped. I easily scaled the boulder, which was larger than I had expected, and also flew above the others that had lay hidden behind it. My landing was less than graceful though, and as I began to run again, I had to regain my balance, which then caused me to pay less attention to my path. There was a smaller stone, only about the size of my head.

I inevitably tripped over it, and I felt a sharp, stinging pain in my arm. I flew head over heels, and rolled until another humongous boulder stopped me when I slammed into it backwards. My head hit first, but it didn't hurt yet. Stars danced in my eyes, and I heard several somethings crack. I was pretty sure it wasn't the boulder. I had a dizzying pain in my head, and that was not all that hurt. I rose drunkenly, and attempted to lurch away, but that was futile, partly because my leg couldn't possibly support me, and partly because the pain in my head was unrelenting. I had hit my head pretty hard. I guessed my leg was broken, too.I collapsed on the ground under the weight of the agony. All I could do now was lie in wait for my pursuer.

It (she?) was walking now, and I noticed she was humanoid. Her back was ravaged with cracks and ripped skin from black wings that seemed to have torn their way through her flesh. She had a long, scaly tail, which had a blade on the end. Her skin was strange, normal skin mottled with armor-like scales, scar tissue, and what seemed to be charred flesh in a swirling pattern. Her hair was thick, and golden brown, cut messily to her chin. Her eyes were unusual, and extremely unsettling. In one eye the retina was yellow, paler on the outer edge, and it darkened as it went inward. The iris had two parts to it. The orange of the outer segment blazed like fire. The inner section was blood red. Her pupil changed from maroon to deepest black. The other had just a slit of a pupil, surrounded by lemon yellow. It was rounder than the other, larger. The eye of a snake. She had both fangs and claws, and she was smiling at me in a startlingly sweet manner. As she got closer, she spoke, teeth shining.

"Oh, I have waited long for this day, and now I will finally get my chance to destroy you, little one. I will eventually devour you, but rest assured, there will be much pain before that."

She continued walking in my direction until she was about 30 feet away from me. As she slipped into a crouch with her tail lashing back and forth, her smile widened until it wasn't a smile anymore, but a clenched contortion of teeth, cruel and shining.

I tried to crawl away, but it didn't help. The strange creature pounced, and it felt as though a spear made of burning glass was being forced up through my foot. I grasped at my leg, but that just made the pain worse. I felt cold skin, and withdrew quickly, knowing that it was her. I stared up at her in defiance, holding my ground, and her eyes narrowed. She grabbed my leg with cold fingers, and with a sharp motion, broke it in at least three more places. I was lost in an ocean of pain, and I barely heard myself cry out. As I slowly started lapsing into unconsciousness, I felt my muscles turn to jelly, and my cheeks flush.

"Ah, I am going to adore this," she crooned to herself. "I cannot find the words to describe it."

This was all I heard when I felt myself falling. It was as though all the stars and moon were gone, and there was no light.

It's part of a book I'm writing, called "The Final Guardian" Opinions please