Aimee B

I'm popular thought? i know that a lot of people have different opinions on this one - but what is popularly accepted? my guess would be 1789-1792.

Although Alice is the focalizer and source of our point of view, there is also a voice of a narrator present in Alice in Wonderland.

For example, it is the narrator who allows us to know that "but she very seldom followed it" in the first chapter of the novel.

Is it Lewis Caroll narrating, or someone else? Please provide evidence from the text that supports your theory.

Please help!

You can disagree with my theory, if you'd like. I'm just looking for ideas.

Sending and receiving letters used to play a large part in our lives. Some letters were cherished (like letters from friends at war, or post cards from family members overseas). Letter writing represented a personal form of communication.

How do you think that E-mail has made personal communication less profound and important in relation to societies emotional investment in it?

Discuss the various ways that The Internet can be said to shape our practices and our society

So far, I've come up with simple ideas such as the following;

Communication - social networking sites allowed for "free" messaging, decreased use of telephones, changed the social ritual of phone calls into online messaging.

Social gaming - boardgames became online games, decreased family time etc..

but i'm kinda stuck. Do you have any ideas?

In hindsight

i could have handled it better when

you threw yourself onto our bed

drowing in the sheets

with only marshmellow

pillows to keep you afloat.

You're most vivid when

we sat in hot tubs

hot boxed

in the hot summer breeze

holding out for some rainbow

that might come

after the rain

that never will

The memories of

trading glances

in the firelight

of the lantern festival

where lights inside paper

houses meant to banish bad things

but you

never seemed to mind it

no, not a bit

even if

you were the worst

thing that could have happened.

and

now I let myself drown

in the softness that is

the impression you made

sampling the blankets but

nothing ever seems as warm

as you.

( i can't really share it with friends, so any comments would be helpful thanks :D)

In hindsight

i could have handled it better when

you threw yourself onto our bed

drowing in the sheets

with only marshmellow

pillows to keep you afloat.

You're most vivid when

we sat in hot tubs

hot boxed

in the hot summer breeze

holding out for some rainbow

that might come

after the rain

that never will

The memories of

trading glances

in the firelight

of the lantern festival

where lights inside paper

houses meant to banish bad things

but you

never seemed to mind it

no, not a bit

even if

you were the worst

thing that could have happened.

and

now I let myself drown

in the softness that is

the impression you made

sampling the blankets but

nothing ever seems as warm

as you.

Hi there,

I am writing a paper on "Jane Austen's mischevious delight in human folly" in Northanger Abbey. I understand want it means, but what could I talk about.

I have, so far, Jane Austen's parody of the gothic genre and the difference between reality and fiction that woman of the 1800's found hard to differ between... but what else?

So, here is the deal.

Since I was quite young, I've had attacks of numbness that travel around my limbs around once every two months, followed by a migrane that may last for about a week. The doctors told me that it was not MS, because the paralysis moved to quickly around my body.

Now, I've been plauged by a numb (tingling, very weak, too weak to press buttons on remotes or type) arm and hand. It has been like this for about four days now, accompanying the migrane which is remitting at the moment (but won't be for long).

I've felt quite uneasy, feeling a little under the weather and depressed. My attention at school and work has decreased and I feel myself getting less and less interested in what is going on around me. I don't know if this matters, but yeah. I am always tried, sometimes dizzy.

I dunno, I have an appointment with my specialist in a few days but I am kinda freaking out a bit. Should I be worried?

How did the beliefs of Roman people (their belief in gods, stocism and all that crap) relate to everyday life and the places where people lived?

In other words, how were people effected by religion..

:] 10 point answer <3 first person who helps even a little

roman religion meaning the dieties and gods, not christianity.

any help would be much appreciated!

Alright, so here is the deal.

I do not have a doctor assigned to me, I go to the general practitioner and get a different doctor each time. Every time I go in for my back problems, I have to explain my condition over and over again. BUT ANYWAY..

I fell over in class today, and landed right on my lumbar (i have spongadilisis and a disconnection between my l5 and s1 vertebre) It is extremely painful, and having fallen over makes it a lot worse.

So I weny straight to the doctors, she told me to just take some pain killers.. is this okay? I have exsisting and disgnosed back problems and still after an accident that is result in a huge amount of plain, and still she tells me to take some panadol.

should i go and see a different doctor?

I am looking for a poem by the New Zealand poet

James K. Baxtor

It is about a Maori warrior who dies in his first battle, and the poem is written as the last words of the warrior.

Trouble is, I can't remember its name and google searches have been, so far, fruitless.

Instant best answer to the first person to give me the correct name, thanks !

<333

( so, i wrote this a little while ago and hope you all like it. some con/crit would be adored, thx)

In hindsight

I could have handled it better when

you threw yourself onto our bed

drowing in the sheets

with only marshmellow pillows

to keep you afloat.

You're most vivid when

we sat in hot tubs

hot boxed

in the hot summer breeze

holding out for some rainbow

that might come

after the rain

that never will

The memories of traded glances

in the firelight of the lantern festival

where flames inside paper houses

were meant to banish bad things, but

you never seemed to mind it

no, not at all

even if you were the worst

thing that could have happened.

and

now I let myself drown

in the softness that is

the impression you made,

sampling the sheets but

nothing ever seems as warm,

as you.

In hindsight

I could have handled it better when

you threw yourself onto our bed

drowing in the sheets

with only marshmellow pillows

to keep you afloat.

You're most vivid when

we sat in hot tubs

hot boxed

in the hot summer breeze

holding out for some rainbow

that might come

after the rain

that never will

and I mused through tears

of sundays when

we'd ponder little things like

dainty fingers and

what flavor ice cream we would be

dreaming about parasols

and how the sun always managed to turn us red

without them.

The memories of traded glances

in the firelight of the lantern festival

where flames inside paper houses

were meant to banish bad things, but

you never seemed to mind it

no, not at all

even if you were the worst

thing that could have happened.

and

now I let myself drown

in the softness that is

the impression you made,

sampling the sheets but

nothing ever seems as warm,

as you.

I wish I could have made you proud,

touch your life with hands

too small to hold resentment,

filled your half empty glass with the

treasures of lifes centemental value.

I wish you could have let me grow,

let my hands be the challase from

which you drunk to your freedom.

and although I held no colour,

i was human, living

fearing for the refundable exsistance,

life should not come and go as you

please.

but goodbye now mother,

back to my exile for the

crime of conception,

with bars just small enough

for the hands of the

forgotten child.

tell me mother, what could

i have done to save us?

( about abortion, thought

i'd hope that was obvious

:D be nice, i'm no poet )

( ALRIGHT. So, I had to write a poem about an issue I feel strongly about. I did abortion - please tell me what needs to be changed/edited and your comments are much appreciated =D )

I wish I could have made you proud,

touch your life with hands

too small to hold resentment,

filled your half empty glass with the

treasures of life's sentimental value.

I wish you could have let me grow,

let my hands be the chchallis from

which you drunk to your freedom.

and although I held no colour,

i was human, living

fearing for the refundable existence

life should not come and go as you

please.

but goodbye now mother,

back to my exile for the

crime of conception,

with bars just small enough

for the hands of the

forgotten child.

tell me mother, what could

i have done to save us?

so, here is the deal.

i've been slack as this past month, and have piled on the weight. i'm around 80 kilos and would love to shead a few kilos for the ball.

yeah, the ball - that is coming up in SIX days !

do you know of any good exersizes to reduce fat quickly ! my problem area are around my lovehandle area, lower back and chin xD

I've been doing some exersize, but only since yesterday. NOW, since i worked out so hard and did not stretch, my calves are sore and it's a little hard to walk

any ideas? I just need to loose a couple of KG's to fit my ball dress well.'

:]

I am doing a research project for my english class and need books, movies, plays, poems and the like that have a theme of

DECEPTION as REALITY

a short explination of this is; People are lied to greatly.

: ]

A list would be GREAT!

THANKS HEAPS

1. Why are more mitochondria found in the muscles of an enduceance athlete over a spirinter?

relate it to ATP and energy.

2. Explain why cells can only grow to an limited size?

relate to surface area, volume, osmosis, diffusion - that kind stuff.

<333 THANKS.

We smoked cigarettes in our secret places,

drunk wine in the vineyard outside of your home,

from disposable cups of florescent colors,

thinking ourselves too old for our skins.

We watched black and white movies on Sundays,

considering ourselves akin to some timeless romance,

but we were roadrunner and whylie coyote,

always running in fear of falling to hard.

We found common ground in clumsiness,

slipping up on words we meant like 'I love you',

grinning to wide for our situation,

thinking too highly of ourselves and our smiles.

We spent summer's inside of brick houses,

afraid of the sun and what it might reveal,

thick, dusty beams of light showed glimpes of you,

a nose pinnocio would have been envious of.

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