Bubbles

I have been growing my hair out for the past two years so that I can donate it to cancer. I'm still growing it out because I had layers in my hair, but I really wanna dye my hair. My question is - if I get my hair professionally dyed, will the dye eventually wash out or what? Because you can't donate dyed hair? So really, what are my options here?

I have jet black hair by the way and I want to dye it dark brown. My hair dresser says that because my hair is "Virgin"(never been dyed before), she won't have to use bleach.

So this is for my assignment, I've done all of it, except this one question that I'm absolutely stumped on.

A stone is dropped from the upper observation deck of a tower, 50 m above the ground. (Assume g = 9.8 m/s^2.)

(a) Find the distance (in meters) of the stone above ground level at time t.

Answer: -4.9t^2 +50

(b) and (c) dont matter and I have done those as well, I'm just confused about part (d)

(d) If the stone is thrown downward with a speed of 8 m/s, how long does it take to reach the ground? (Round your answer to two decimal places.)

So this is for my assignment, I've done all of it, except this one question that I'm absolutely stumped on.

A stone is dropped from the upper observation deck of a tower, 50 m above the ground. (Assume g = 9.8 m/s^2.)

(a) Find the distance (in meters) of the stone above ground level at time t.

Answer: -4.9t^2 +50

(b) and (c) dont matter and I have done those as well, I'm just confused about part (d)

(d) If the stone is thrown downward with a speed of 8 m/s, how long does it take to reach the ground? (Round your answer to two decimal places.)

Prologue

Blood. Warm. Crimson. Red. Everywhere. It was all he could see. Everywhere he looked - red. Looking down at the delicate redhead with the pretty blue eyes that were frozen in shock, he could only see red. The red liquid pooled around her, making intricate patterns as it traveled down the damp and sordid alleyway. The smell of her strong lavender perfume mixed in with the coppery smell of blood assaults his nose, along with the putrid stink of urine and garbage. He reaches over with his long gloved fingers to stoke the girl’s headful of long auburn tresses. Bending down he sinks his crooked nose into it, taking in the scent of flowers before quickly plucking out a lock of hair and pocketing it. The girl had been stronger than she looked, her long, lean legs fast to react as she tried to get away from him. Silly girl, didn't she know that he got everything he desired; once he picked the one, they could never get away from him. He had to admit, the chase had been quite thrilling though. She most assuredly made him work to woo her; quite a change from the others that threw themselves at him. What was the fun in getting everything handed to you on a silver platter? He liked to work for it. He loved the chase, and the excitement that he got from it. The reward was even better at the end. As he had slowly slid the knife across her silky throat, he had enjoyed seeing the determination and fear in her eyes. She tried to fight him, she really did. Damn girl had left quite a lot of scratches on his back with her long nails, but her attempts were futile at most. She had fought with him to the end; he had enjoyed that very much. It gave him a thrill to watch her thrash and fight as he watched her cheeks go pale and the life force leaving her body. It was a beautiful sight to him. Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulls out a battered up digital camera. The bright moonlight shined down upon the girl, much to his advantage. Positioning himself in just the right spot, he starts snapping pictures of the scene in front of him, taking snapshots of the patterns of the blood as well. His face drops as he realizes he has to finally depart from the girl before someone sees him there. He presses his lips to her cold, freckled cheeks one last time. She really had been a fun girl to entrap in his plan. Pulling out yet another blood red rose from his pocket, he slowly lays it on her unresponsive chest and walks away, never once looking back at the girl in the back alley .

Chapter 1

Connor dug his hands into his pockets deeper, blowing out a ___ (wisp?) of cold air. It hadn’t been so chilly earlier in the evening. He quickened his pace, as he crossed the street and slung the worn out, brown bag higher on his shoulder. The faster he got inside, the faster he would be able to sit in front of his small portable furnace. There was a football game on tonight and he wanted to make it back in time to watch the kick-off. Usually, it didn’t take him this long to get home, but the blanket of snow that had come so sudden and covered the entire city as if it were Christmas day made it harder for him to walk fast. As he passed by the alleyway that always stunk of garbage and urine, he thought he heard some grunts, but he was too cold to investigate. It was probably a cat. As the shabby, old building, covered in vines came into view, Connor reached into his satchel for his keys. Unlocking the door, he was greeted by a gust of warm air and the smell of vanilla in the air. Vanilla was his favourite scent. Often, Connor bought vanilla scented candles and lit them up when he was having a date over for dinner. Cooking had become somewhat of a passion to him in his early teens, much to his dad’s displeasure, so he always brought his dates to his place for a gourmet dinner. Tonight though, he was by himself. He scurried around his grungy apartment, tripping over the pair of bowling shoes that had been sitting by the kitchen for the past few weeks now; he hadn’t had a lady over in a while. His last girlfriend, if that’s what you would call her, didn’t like to sit at home and relax. She was a little bit of a free spirit; she liked to go out to bars every night. When she fluttered her dark eyelashes at him and pouted her succulent, red lips, he couldn’t help but oblige; women were his weakness, especially the pretty ones. The florescent light bulb in the brightly painted yellow kitchen highlighted the deep scars on Connor’s forehead that he had obtained whilst in his high school years. He sang along to Wynonna Judd’s sweet voice as he moved around the kitchen, cooking a dish of penne pasta in white vine. Connor didn’t just love cooking for others, but he also liked to indulge himself with some of these delicacies as well. He could hear the sounds of the announcers overpowering the voice of Wynonna Judd on his Television, as they spoke and deliberated over the strengths and weaknesses of all the players, in his living room.

This is what I have so far:

Blood. Warm. Crimson. Red. Everywhere. It was all he could see. Everywhere he looked - red. Looking down at the delicate redhead with the pretty blue eyes that were frozen in shock, he could only see red. The red liquid pooled around her, making intricate patterns as it travelled down the damp and sordid alleyway. The smell of her strong lavender perfume mixed in with the coppery smell of blood assaults his nose, along with the putrid stink of urine and garbage. He reaches over with his long gloved fingers to stoke the girl’s headful of long auburn tresses. Bending down he sinks his crooked nose into it, taking in the scent of flowers before quickly plucking out a lock of hair and pocketing it. The girl had been stronger than she looked, her long, lean legs fast to react as she tried to get away from him. Silly girl, didn't she know that he got everything he desired; once he picked the one, they could never get away from him. He had to admit, the chase had been quite thrilling though. She most assuredly made him work to woo her; quite a change from the others that threw themselves at him. What was the fun in getting everything handed to you on a silver platter? He liked to work for it. He loved the chase, and the excitement that he got from it. The reward was even better at the end. As he had slowly slid the knife across her silky throat, he had enjoyed seeing the determination and fear in her eyes. She tried to fight him, she really did. Damn girl had left quite a lot of scratches on his back with her long nails, but her attempts were futile at most. She had fought with him to the end; he had enjoyed that very much. It gave him a thrill to watch her thrash and fight as he watched her cheeks go pale and the life force leaving her body. It was a beautiful sight to him. Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulls out a battered up digital camera. The bright moonlight shined down upon the girl, much to his advantage. Positioning himself in just the right spot, he starts snapping pictures of the scene in front of him, taking snapshots of the patterns of the blood as well. His face drops as he realizes he has to finally depart from the girl before someone sees him there. He presses his lips to her cold, freckled cheeks one last time. She really had been a fun girl to entrap in his plan. Pulling out yet another blood red rose from his pocket, he slowly lays it on her unresponsive chest and walks away, never once looking back at the girl in the back alley .

This would basically be the prologue. From here on I would write in the perspective of the murdered. I'm thinking of going the multiple personalities or bipolar disorder route with this. I'm just not sure how to start, so if I could just get some ideas that would be great. Starting is always a problem with me.

I have an except, but no plot. The idea came to me on the bus actually, and I wrote it all out in my phone as quick as I could. I like the except, I just want to develop it. I'm wondering if someone can help me a little bit with where to go from here.

This is the except:

Blood. Warm. Crimson. Red. Everywhere. It was all I could see. Everywhere I looked - red. Looking down at the delicate blonde girl with the pretty blue eyes that were frozen in shock, I could only see red. The red liquid pooled around her, making intricate patterns as it travelled down the damp and sordid alleyway. The smell of her strong lavender perfume mixed in with the coppery smell of blood assaults his nose, along with the putrid stink of urine and garbage. He reaches over with his gloved hand to stoke her beautiful golden blonde hair. Bending down he sinks his crooked nose into it, taking in the scent of flowers before quickly plucking out a lock of hair and pocketing it. The girl had been stronger than she looked, her long legs fast to react as she tried to get away from him. Silly girl, didn't she know that he got everything he desired; once he picked "the one", they could never get away from him. He had to admit, the chase had been quite thrilling though. She most assuredly made him work to woo her; quite a change from the others that threw themselves at him. What was the fun in getting everything handed to you on a silver platter? He liked to work for it. He loved the chase, and the excitement that he got from it. The reward in the end was even better at the end. As he had slowly slid the knife across her silky throat, he had enjoyed seeing the determination and fear in her eyes. She tried to fight him, she really did. Damn girl had left quite a lot of scratches on his back with her long nails, but her attempts were futile in front of his strength. She had fought with him to the end, as he watched her cheeks go pale and the life force leaving her blood. It was a beautiful sight to him. Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulls out a battered up digital camera. The bright moonlight shined down upon the girl, much to his advantage. Positioning himself in just the right spot, he starts snapping pictures of the scene in front of him, taking snapshots of the patterns of the blood as well. His face drops as he realizes he has to finally depart from the girl before someone sees him there. She really had been a fun girl to entrap in his plan. Pulling out yet another black rose from his pocket, he slowly lays it on her unresponsive chest and walks away, never once looking back at the girl in the back alley.

I have an except, but no plot. The idea came to me on the bus actually, and I wrote it all out in my phone as quick as I could. I like the except, I just want to develop it. I'm wondering if someone can help me a little bit with where to go from here.

This is the except:

Blood. Warm. Crimson. Red. Everywhere. It was all I could see. Everywhere I looked - red. Looking down at the delicate blonde girl with the pretty blue eyes that were frozen in shock, I could only see red. The red liquid pooled around her, making intricate patterns as it travelled down the damp and sordid alleyway. The smell of her strong lavender perfume mixed in with the coppery smell of blood assaults his nose, along with the putrid stink of urine and garbage. He reaches over with his gloved hand to stoke her beautiful golden blonde hair. Bending down he sinks his crooked nose into it, taking in the scent of flowers before quickly plucking out a lock of hair and pocketing it. The girl had been stronger than she looked, her long legs fast to react as she tried to get away from him. Silly girl, didn't she know that he got everything he desired; once he picked "the one", they could never get away from him. He had to admit, the chase had been quite thrilling though. She most assuredly made him work to woo her; quite a change from the others that threw themselves at him. What was the fun in getting everything handed to you on a silver platter? He liked to work for it. He loved the chase, and the excitement that he got from it. The reward in the end was even better at the end. As he had slowly slid the knife across her silky throat, he had enjoyed seeing the determination and fear in her eyes. She tried to fight him, she really did. Damn girl had left quite a lot of scratches on his back with her long nails, but her attempts were futile in front of his strength. She had fought with him to the end, as he watched her cheeks go pale and the life force leaving her blood. It was a beautiful sight to him. Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulls out a battered up digital camera. The bright moonlight shined down upon the girl, much to his advantage. Positioning himself in just the right spot, he starts snapping pictures of the scene in front of him, taking snapshots of the patterns of the blood as well. His face drops as he realizes he has to finally depart from the girl before someone sees him there. She really had been a fun girl to entrap in his plan. Pulling out yet another black rose from his pocket, he slowly lays it on her unresponsive chest and walks away, never once looking back at the girl in the back alley.

Blood. Warm. Crimson. Red. Everywhere. It was all I could see. Everywhere I looked - red. Looking down at the delicate blonde girl with the pretty blue eyes that were frozen in shock, I could only see red. The red liquid pooled around her, making intricate patterns as it travelled down the damp and sordid alleyway. The smell of her strong lavender perfume mixed in with the coppery smell of blood assaults his nose, along with the putrid stink of urine and garbage. He reaches over with his gloved hand to stoke her beautiful golden blonde hair. Bending down he sinks his crooked nose into it, taking in the scent of flowers before quickly plucking out a lock of hair and pocketing it. The girl had been stronger than she looked, her long legs fast to react as she tried to get away from him. Silly girl, didn't she know that he got everything he desired; once he picked "the one", they could never get away from him. He had to admit, the chase had been quite thrilling though. She most assuredly made him work to woo her; quite a change from the others that threw themselves at him. What was the fun in getting everything handed to you on a silver platter? He liked to work for it. He loved the chase, and the excitement that he got from it. The reward in the end was even better at the end. As he had slowly slid the knife across her silky throat, he had enjoyed seeing the determination and fear in her eyes. She tried to fight him, she really did. Damn girl had left quite a lot of scratches on his back with her long nails, but her attempts were futile in front of his strength. She had fought with him to the end, as he watched her cheeks go pale and the life force leaving her blood. It was a beautiful sight to him. Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulls out a battered up digital camera. The bright moonlight shined down upon the girl, much to his advantage. Positioning himself in just the right spot, he quickly started snapping pictures of the scene in front of him, taking pictures of the patterns of the blood as well. His face drops as he realizes he has to finally depart from the girl before someone sees him there. She really had been a fun girl to entrap in his plan. Pulling out yet another black rose from his pocket, he slowly lays it on her unresponsive chest and limps away.

This is just a description of a scene that I was to write for my english class, based off of a conversation that you overheard. So far, I have only some the description and the setting..My assignment is only supposed to be concrete, nothing abstract. I need to still add structure and description to the dialogue. I realize that I posted this same story a little while ago, but I'm asking a different question this time.

1) Should I name the characters? Or just describe them better a bit? Because I feel like the words "guy" "boy" "girl" "he" and "she" are starting to look really redundant after a while.

2) I'm rally stuck onto how to merge the dialogue into the story. Should I leave it as a script just the way it is and add random details in brackets? or make it like an actual story, where I can describe in a concrete fashion what the character are doing to show their emotion? I just dont know what to do with it because its such a dumb overheard conversation and I HAVE to use this one because that's what my TA told me was mandatory.

Thanks so much for everyone that has already and is going to help me, I really appreciate it.

Here is the description:

Blue walls, a deep turquoise blue. On the walls hang little paintings, with inspiring quotes on them. A single bed against the window, a green shag rug. On it sit a guy and a girl, huddled around a laptop with coffee cups in their hand, leaning against the bed. A mirror hangs, on the adjacent side of the room, framed with faded pictures and old memories. In the mirror, a reflection can be seen, of the study table, cluttered with books, medals and trophies as if to hide the girl’s various accomplishments. The boy reaches over to the dark oak side table beside him, slowly sliding his fingers across the smooth surface, stopping now and then, to touch the various trinkets that sit atop it. The girl watches as his mouth contorts into a soft smile before he turns his bright blue eyes around to face her. She lifts up a slender finger to flick the long, black locks of hair out of her face. The charm bracelet on her arm jingles. Below sparse lace of cardigan, goosebumps. The boy shuffles over and reaches back for his grey sweater and swiftly puts it around the girl’s shoulder. She smiles gratefully.

The girl reaches over with her blood red painted nails and hits the green triangle on the screen. Then she pulls the hoodie more securely around her shoulder. The screen goes blank and her shoulder tenses. They stare intently at the buzzing screen; heads so close they were almost touching, the coffee cups all but forgotten. Slowly, as the music begins, she relaxes back against the bed. A movie starts playing on the screen. The guy glances over at her. Their eyes meet, he grins at her. Slowly the guy brings the cup of scalding hot coffee to his lips as he carefully watches colour rise up to the girl’s cheeks. She blushes and looks away.

The movie ends, music stops, the screens goes blank again. The room is enveloped in a peaceful silence as the girl and her companion sit on the green shag rug, thinking. The bright blue light of the alarm clock on the side table changes as the minutes pass. 5 minutes pass. As the clock hit 7:07, suddenly, as if raised from a slumber, they look up at each other, almost simultaneously. The wheels turn, in their head, as the same idea comes to both of them. Slowly, the girl reaches over to her side table and picks up a crinkled up piece of paper with the project details on it. She holds up the paper and carefully starts reading; the boy follows her bright hazel eyes as they scan the piece of paper. A dent appears in the middle of her forehead as she furrows her stick thin eyebrows in concentration. She sighs, and looks up briefly to notice her companion looking at her. Letting her dark black tresses fall from her shoulder so they covered her face, she continues to scan the piece of paper. She looks up slowly as a grin spreads across her beautiful face, putting her pearly white teeth on full display.

Blue walls, a deep turquoise blue. On the walls hang little paintings, with inspiring quotes on them. A single bed against the window, a green shag rug. On it sit a guy and a girl, huddled around a laptop with coffee cups in their hand, leaning against the bed. A mirror hangs, on the adjacent side of the room, framed with faded pictures and old memories. In the mirror, a reflection can be seen, of the study table, cluttered with books, medals and trophies as if to hide the girl’s various accomplishments. The boy reaches over to the dark oak side table beside him, slowly sliding his fingers across the smooth surface, stopping now and then, to touch the various trinkets that sit atop it. The girl watches as his mouth contorts into a soft smile before he turns his bright blue eyes around to face her. She lifts up a slender finger to flick the long, black locks of hair out of her face. The charm bracelet on her arm jingles. Below sparse lace of cardigan, goosebumps. The boy guy shuffles over and reaches back for his grey sweater and swiftly puts it around the girl’s shoulder. She smiles gratefully.The girl reaches over with her blood red painted nails and hits the green triangle on the screen. Then she pulls the hoodie more securely around her shoulder. The screen goes blank and her shoulder tenses. They stare intently at the buzzing screen; heads so close they were almost touching, the coffee cups all but forgotten. Slowly, as the music begins, she relaxes back against the bed. A movie starts playing on the screen. The guy glances over at her. Their eyes meet, and he they grins at each her. Slowly the guy brings the cup of scalding hot coffee to his lips as he carefully watches colour rise up to the girl’s cheeks. She blushes and looks away. The movie ends, music stops, the screens goes blank again. The room is enveloped in a peaceful silence as the girl and her companion sit on the green shag rug, thinking. The bright blue light of the alarm clock on the side table changes as the minutes pass. 5 minutes pass. As the clock hit 7:07, suddenly, as if risen from a slumber, they look up at each other, almost simultaneously. it seems. The wheels turn, in their head, as the same idea comes to both of them. Slowly, the girl reaches over to her side table and picks up a crinkled up piece of paper with the project details on it. She holds up the paper and carefully starts reading; the boy follows her bright hazel eyes as they scan the piece of paper. A dent appears in the middle of her forehead as she furrows her stick thin eyebrows in concentration. She sighs, and looks up briefly to notice the guy looking at her. Letting her dark black tresses fall from her shoulder so they covered her face, she continues to scan the piece of paper. She looks up slowly as a grin spreads across her beautiful face, putting her pearly white teeth on full display.

Hey guys so I'm trying to write a short 6-8 page fiction piece for an assignment. It's supposed to be completely concrete and have absolutely no abstract stuff in it. I'm having a bit of trouble describing the bedroom that my two characters are siting in, especially with how to describe the side table. Can someone help me out a bit?

This is what I roughly have so far:

Blue walls, a deep turquoise blue. On the walls hang little paintings, with inspiring quotes on them. A single bed against the window, a green shag rug. On it sit a guy and a girl, huddled around a laptop with coffee cups in their hand, leaning against the bed. A mirror hangs, on the adjacent side of the room, framed with faded pictures and old memories. In the mirror, a reflection can be seen, of the study table, cluttered with books, medals and trophies as if to hide the girl’s various accomplishments. The boy reaches over to the dark oak side table beside him, slowly sliding his fingers across the smooth surface, stopping now and then to touch the various trinkets that sit atop it. The girl watches as his mouth contorts into a soft smile before he turns his bright blue eyes around to face her. The girl She lifts up a slender finger to flick the long, black locks of hair out of her face. The charm bracelet on her arm jingles. Goosebumps can be seen on her bare arms – below her white lace cardigan. Below her white lace cardigan, goosebumps. The guy shuffles over and reaches back for his grey sweater and swiftly puts it around the girl’s shoulder.

The girl reaches over with her blood red painted nails and hits the green triangle on the screen. The screen goes blank and her shoulder tenses. Slowly, as the music begins, she relaxes back against the bed. A movie starts playing on screen – a trailer really . The guy glances over at her and they grin at each other. He slowly brings the cup of scalding hot coffee to his lips as he carefully watches colour rise up to her cheeks as she blushes and look away.

The music stops, the screen goes blank as the movie on screen ends. They look at each other, almost simultaneously it seems. The wheels turn – in their head - as they both come up with the same idea. Slowly, the girl reaches over to her side table and picks up the piece of paper with the project details. She holds up the paper and carefully starts reading; the boy follows her eyes as they scan the piece of paper. She looks up slowly as a grin spreads across her beautiful face, putting her pearly white teeth on full display.

Let me know what you guys think of it as well, should I make any changes? Is it boring? Is it okay? What should I do to make it better?

The five star ones that you can open at the spiral thingy. I have one of those, but I want to get another one, except I have no clue what they're called. A link to the staples page of it would be helpful too!

Thanks

I am a very tiny in size. A US size 00. Yup cant get any smaller than that. I'm an average height - 5'4. I have a medium sized torso (not short and not long, just normal?) and really long legs. I know that high waisted jeans are usually used to elongate one's legs, and I already have long legs but I'm wondering if I can use that to my advantage and go for the model long legs look? I'm not sure though, Any advise is welcome, thanks :)

I'm a girl, so I shave my legs and I hate shaving during the winter, so I don't shave as often. Anyways so recently when I shaved, I had a ton of hair on my legs. Now there's hair and shaving gell clogging it all up, and it was a brand new razor. And yes I did rinse as I shaved. Is there any way that I can clean this buildup using home remedies and stuff?

For a project that I have to do, I have to have at least 2 DNA triplets in my protein synthesis model.

I'm just confussed, what's a triplet and can you give examples?

Is it just something like:

ATG

So two would be

ATG CTT

OOORRRR

Is it

ATG GCC TAC

and then 2 will be

ATG GCC TAC GAT CAT TGG

So you see how I'm confussed?

There's just too many big words there, but I guess I just need help getting some ideas formulated. So any help would be appreciated.

There's just too many big words there, but I guess I just need help getting some ideas formulated. So any help would be appreciated.

I just need some help with an assignment. Dont worry I'm not asking you to do it, I've done most of it actually and yes I have read the book, not just sparknotes.

So we have to write a monologue that gives us more insight into the novel, and more information. So like a new scene, but a monologue (which = no dialogue). I picked the scene right after Stanley rapes Blanche and before they're sending her off to a mental hospital. It Blanche confronting Stella about the rape, because it seems that the story kinda should have had that part. It just jumps from Act 10 to 11, with that chunk missing.

I just need help filling in some of the spaces, just suggestions of what to add would be good. The '___________' are the spaces in the middle.

After Scene 10, but before scene 11:

Blanche confronts Stella about what Stanley did to her and her past

It has been 2 weeks Stella has given birth to the baby. Stanley is at the bowling alley around the corner with the other boys. Mist is seen coming out of the bathroom as Blanche steps out from the third hot bath of the day that she has taken. She moves around the room skittishly putting on her cleanest dress and most magnificent jewelry. Stella is fussing over the baby, rocking it back and forth, trying to get the baby to sleep, while humming lullabies. Blanche is seen constantly rearranging the contents of the dresser and looking from side to side nervously. Every once in a while, she is seen stealing glances at Stella, before a look of defeat flashes through her face.

Blanche to Stella:

Stella, honey, now there’s something important that I need to talk you about but honey, I need you to listen to me. You’ll believe me, wont you Stella? [Stella sets the baby down on the bed and looks up cautiously] Now don’t look at me like that, honey. ______________ [Stops and thinks for a minute] You know that I would never lie to you baby right? [Hastily adds] About anything-anything important, I mean honey. You know that right, Stella? [Stella ducks her head down] Honey, you know that right? Yes, I’m sure you must. [Blanche starts to pace around the room, then suddenly stops and moves towards her suitcase and applies some of her perfume. Blanche watches Blanche quietly] Oh, my baby, Stella! I don’t know how to-how to tell you this.

Oh it was horrid, just terrible. I can’t – I can’t – I don’t know- I just don’t understand. Look at me, I’m such a mess, maybe – maybe I should go take a hot bath. Oh, honey pass your sister some whiskey will you honey. Now, Stella I’ve told you before, don’t give me that look, you’re sister’s not a drunkard contrary to belief. I’m just so- I just don’t understand baby. Please, hurry give that to your sister, will you now honey? Quickly, Stella. [Stella pours Blanche a drink and gives it to her reluctantly]. [After taking a big gulf] Oh this buzzes right through me, it feels so good. [Quickly gulps the rest down] Yes, that’s better.

Oh, baby. I don’t know how to tell you this. It’s just horrid, the things- those callused hands. I-I cant take this anymore, Stella baby. Oh, Stella, please believe me baby. Its-Its Stanley, that _____________________(long list of opinionated mean comments about him).

It was the day you gave birth to the baby,

This is what I have so far, as you can see its kinda choppy and missing a ton. So what do you think so far? And do you have any suggestions for the holes in the middle?

I live in a log cabin, my best friend lives in an igloo. My other best friend, who lives in an igloo as well cant speak a full sentence without using the world "eh" at least 4 times.We dont have electricity and often I have to go out at night to fetch wax for my dad to make candles out of so that he can teach me some math because we dont have universities in Canada. My younger sister rides a polar bear to school and we all look like eskimos. It snows all the time here, all year long. Winter is the only season we have and I have never seen grass in my life. My neighbor is a beaver trapper. Sometimes when I'm "oot ' aboot" (read: out and about, but because I'm Canadian, I cant pronounce that right), I see police men unmount their horses to play and friendly game of hockey in the middle of street. There was this one time when they all had to stop mid game because they had to let a moose cross the street. Actually no, they have to stop all the time to let moose cross the street. I have a beaver, polar bear, and a moose who reside in my backyard and I can almost always see snow on ice caps across the street from my log cabin home. I have to snowshoe to my best friends' house because she lives in a higher and colder region of Canada (hence, the log cabin).

Why do Americans sometimes believe in these ridiculous stereotypes about Canadians. My best friend went up to San Diego and was in the hot tub at her hotel and some Americans started talking to her and asked her if we had universities and electricity in Canada. Where do you guys think we live? In the north pole?!?!?

So lately I've been having a ton of fights with my parents an honestly I'm just tired of fighting with them 24/7. Recently I dropped my blackberry in snow accidentally, and it stopped working I put it in rice and this morning (after a week) my mom told me to take it out an check it and so I did and it wouldn't work :(

My parents aren't wealthy at all, so getting this blackberry was kind of a big deal for me. Plus I only just for it for Christmas. So I was feeling extremely guilty and down. To make matters worse my parents never once screamed at me and my dad was like don't worry I'll buy you a new phone. I was majorly feelind down because of the guilt and so I lost my appetite and told my mom that I couldn't et breakfast because I wasn't hungry. My parents cometely mistook my guilt for attitude and completely spazzed over the fact that I wouldn't eat. And it escalated from there until I was screamed, sworn and bitched at, an somewhat rough handled. So at night, I tried I apologize and wrote down sorry on a sticky and left it on thier bed (because I was scared of my mom because she's so scary when she's angry). Of course my mom mistook that as me being thankless and egoistic and she slapped me across my face (and that hurt a lot because she doesn't usually do that you know? Like I get screamed at and sworn at all the time, but never slapped and rough handled like I was today). She thought that I was mocking her and that "I was throwing an insincere apology in her face." I let her scream and slap me and everything through all this without saying anything because honestly she never listens when I try to defend myself, in fact instead she ends up misinterpreting it completely to another wrong thing that I did or said.

And this happens like almost every other day in my house. Honestly I'm so tired of it. I need advise, so please help me out here somebody because I'm at a point where I'm just so tired of my life.