*Ceci*

Let me apologize in advance for the length of this... and I'm posting this in different categories because I'd like more than one answer...

A few nights ago I was asleep and dreaming, and then suddenly I was awake. I was kind of confused as to why I was awake, but I started freaking out a second later because I couldn't breathe. There was pressure on my back and head, like someone was sitting on me and pushing my face into the pillow. I couldn't move no matter how hard I tried, and when I tried to take a breath, I couldn't. I just lay there thinking how the last thing I would see was my stupid bedroom wall. I don't know how long I lay like that, but suddenly the pressure was gone and I could breathe. After staring at my wall for another 15 minutes, I finally got up and slept on the couch for the next two nights.

I figured I was having some kind of sleep paralysis (I'd had it before, though this time it felt different), and my Mom (who thinks our house is haunted) thought it was some kind of spirit.

It freaked me out, so I tried to forget about it, until today when my cousin called. He's in Japan, and during the call he told me how he had nearly died. Apparently (and I won't give the whole explanation, as it is long and makes him seem a lot stupider than he is) he breathed in his drink instead of swallowing it and started to choke. He said he couldn't move and couldn't get in a breath to cough it up.

Need a public opinion. Not really sure what I want, just want to change it up.

I tweaked the pics to try to get my current hair and skin color correctly on camera. There's a bit more red in my hair though. The first one is more recent, so that's closest to my coloring right now.

I was thinking of going a very very very dark brown.

Me:

http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

What color should I do? I'm open to anything.

Thanks for any help!

A little while ago I was suffering from bad nausea. It gradually got worse, and within a week I had lost 10 pounds because I couldn't eat or drink (even looking at food made me sick, but I was starving!).

I went to the doctor and she prescribed me Ondansetron, which is used for chemotherapy patients, so it's kind of heavy...and the side effects weren't too fun. Anyways, I gradually weaned myself off the Ondansetron because I couldn't deal with the side effects anymore, and I wasn't having a lot of trouble eating...but now it's back dammit! My appetite is slowly decreasing and even looking at some foods is making me want to puke.

I don't want to go back on the medication - I could barely function on it, and I hate taking any sort of medicine in general.

I need good home remedies, or just anything that can help me! Any suggestions? Anything??? Thanks for any help!

I saw this when I was really young, so I can't remember if this is from a TV show or a movie, but the scene has two people arguing about the way one made their peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The scene goes something like this:

Person one argues that the second person put jelly on the top piece of bread on their sandwich, so it's really a "jelly and peanut butter" sandwich. So the second person flips the sandwich over, but the first says that it's just an "upside down jelly and peanut butter" sandwich. I think the second person flips out after that.

Sorry if that explanation is a bit convoluted, but I can't really remember much :)

So my question...WHAT THE HELL IS THIS FROM? It's bugging me to no end. Thanks for any help!!!

I've only dyed it once, and I want to try something new. What color would look good on me?

Here are some quick pics I took earlier (I messed with the color a bit to try to get it close to what it looks like in person, but it was kind of a fail, haha):

http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

Also, you can't really tell in the pictures, but there's a lot of red in my hair right now, and I'm a LOT paler. Thanks for the help!

Just a little something extra I wrote that describes the feelings of one of my main characters. It's not included in the story, just something I popped out right now. Constructive criticism please. And tell me what you like/don't like about it.

Yes, I know it's weird.

***

What was the color red to someone like him? It was everything. It was rage and passion and happiness and sorrow. It was the blush of color on a porcelain cheek, and the pop of paint on curvy lips. It was dread and anger and excitement and longing.

It was love.

And it was death.

To him, it was all of these things. For who could really say how he would feel each time he saw that beautiful red? Would he grow angry at it's loveliness? Or would he want to envelope himself in it, coat himself crimson and feel its power and warmth and perfectness and feel its silk caress? Perhaps he would fear it. Scared of the ceaseless urgency with which it whispered to him, calling for him, begging his attention.

It was a spell cast - an enchantment set upon the senses that came over him every time he saw the color. It tasted of life, sounded like victory, and looked like the very essence of gorgeousness.

That was the color red to him.

In my story, one of my MC's kills his father (this happens before the book starts). I won't go into much more detail about that.

I was just wondering what people would think of a situation like this. I'm having a hard time writing how other characters feel about what my MC did and how he is perceived because of his actions. I'm an emotionally detached person myself, so my opinions on this are probably different than the norm, and it's just making the story much more difficult to write and seem realistic (in the kind of story-world realism books have).

How would you feel about meeting a person who had done this? In the situation, let's just say my MC had a not-very-good reason for killing his dad, and the manner in which he did it was very cold-blooded.

How do you think other people would feel?

Thanks.

I asked this a while ago, but I only recently got back into working on the story it was written for.

I wrote it from the perspective of one of my main characters. It is supposed to be something he writes in the story. Sorry if it's weird.

And no, the whole poem won't be in the story, only part of it. I just wanted to do it thoroughly.

P.S. - I hate poetry that rhymes, which is why none of mine ever does, haha. And my prose is usually very clipped and weird, too, so sorry if it bugs you!

Just tell me if you like it, and what you like about it, too, if anything.

Again, sorry for the odd content and the length!!!

***

It was your face

Flawless porcelain

Rose-colored lips

Sleeping

Perfect

Dead

That rose mouth

And those white cheeks

Painted with your own blood

And last wet tears

Trailing down perfection

You were never beautiful

Until you died

Covered in your insides

And silent

So silent

I didn't love you

Like you thought you loved me

The mysterious, cool

But sweet bad boy

That never existed

He was real

In your mind

But he was not me

I am the real thing

He was a fantasy

And now you're dead

And I didn't love you

But I loved killing you

And I love that now

You are silent

And beautiful

But really your death doesn't matter

Not to me

I just love this feeling

More than your beauty

And you are nothing

I want her

With her dark hair

And fierce eyes

And quiet glare

Much more than you

And it will be different

Than our time together

Because you trusted me

And thought me nice

And were deluded

She knows the truth

Because she's like me

She knows I want her

I told her so

But she doesn't think I'll do it

And that will make it better

You were quick

Some unnecessary taunts

And cuts

To make you scared

Then one flash of the knife

To bring silence

She won't be quick

I want to keep her

For a long time

In that darkness

That despair

Before I'm done

You were lucky

So lucky

So quick

But not her

She knows of darkness

She bathes herself in it

Like I did

With your blood

Rose-red

She's just like me

So if she finds out what I did to you

She may wish it had been her

With the knife

In her own hand

Dragging it across your throat

I think I love her

So I'll wait

Patiently

Silently

With many more like you

To play with

You

And those to come

Will have to do

Beautiful dead girls

That I put to sleep

Until I can have her

That girl who knows

All about me

And isn't scared

Yet

I asked this a while ago, but I only recently got back into working on the story it was written for.

I wrote it from the perspective of one of my main characters. It is supposed to be something he writes in the story. Sorry if it's weird.

And no, the whole poem won't be in the story, only part of it. I just wanted to do it thoroughly.

P.S. - I hate poetry that rhymes, which is why none of mine ever does, haha. And my prose is usually very clipped and weird, too, so sorry if it bugs you!

Just tell me if you like it, and what you like about it, too, if anything.

Again, sorry for the odd content and the length!!!

***

It was your face

Flawless porcelain

Rose-colored lips

Sleeping

Perfect

Dead

That rose mouth

And those white cheeks

Painted with your own blood

And last wet tears

Trailing down perfection

You were never beautiful

Until you died

Covered in your insides

And silent

So silent

I didn't love you

Like you thought you loved me

The mysterious, cool

But sweet bad boy

That never existed

He was real

In your mind

But he was not me

I am the real thing

He was a fantasy

And now you're dead

And I didn't love you

But I loved killing you

And I love that now

You are silent

And beautiful

But really your death doesn't matter

Not to me

I just love this feeling

More than your beauty

And you are nothing

I want her

With her dark hair

And fierce eyes

And quiet glare

Much more than you

And it will be different

Than our time together

Because you trusted me

And thought me nice

And were deluded

She knows the truth

Because she's like me

She knows I want her

I told her so

But she doesn't think I'll do it

And that will make it better

You were quick

Some unnecessary taunts

And cuts

To make you scared

Then one flash of the knife

To bring silence

She won't be quick

I want to keep her

For a long time

In that darkness

That despair

Before I'm done

You were lucky

So lucky

So quick

But not her

She knows of darkness

She bathes herself in it

Like I did

With your blood

Rose-red

She's just like me

So if she finds out what I did to you

She may wish it had been her

With the knife

In her own hand

Dragging it across your throat

I think I love her

So I'll wait

Patiently

Silently

With many more like you

To play with

You

And those to come

Will have to do

Beautiful dead girls

That I put to sleep

Until I can have her

That girl who knows

All about me

And isn't scared

Yet

So my laptop, without warning, will just shut down all of my applications and shut down, then automatically restart itself. Sometimes it just goes to the blue error screen and then restarts, but not often. It's gotten to the point where the laptop will stay on long enough to let me open the internet, then will shut off.

I've tried the cleaner and system restore, but neither have done anything. I'm just using it on Safe Mode right now, which seems to stay on, but doesn't allow me to open applications or the internet.

Thanks for any help.

Someone commented recently that my eyebrows are really thick. I told him he was crazy, but then a few people agreed and I was really confused.

What do you think? I really don't think they're that thick...

Oh, and what ethnicity do you think I am? Besides white and asian. People always seem to think I'm white and asian...

http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

I snapped these two right now, so sorry for the bad quality...

http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

Thank you!

I won't post my whole psychiatric history on here, to save some time.

In short, I have some sociopathic tendencies, and when people find out, they generally freak out. They think I'm going to shoot up the school or go on a killing spree or seriously go off if I get really pissed.

To them, this is how it is: Sociopath = Killer

I'm seventeen, still in high school, so it creates quite a few issues for me when people think like this. I'm a bit confused as to how these two things equate in the least, and why people think this way.

What are they thinking?

And why are they so freaked out by it?

What do you think of this stereotype?

Oh, and I act pretty normally at school. I find it easier to interact with people when they aren't psychoanalyzing everything I do. So I'm just a normal, likable girl...and then my sociopathy is like some sort of repellent to a lot of people (the ones who know for one reason or another), despite my generally kind demeanor.

I wrote it from the perspective of one of my main characters. It is supposed to be something he writes in the story. Sorry if it's weird.

And yes, I have writer's block, so sorry if it isn't super good.

P.S. - I hate poetry that rhymes, which is why none of mine ever does, haha. And my prose is usually very clipped and weird, too, so sorry if it bugs you!

Just tell me if you like it, and what you like about it, too, if anything.

Again, sorry for the odd content and the length!!!

***

It was your face

Flawless porcelain

Rose-colored lips

Sleeping

Perfect

Dead

That rose mouth

And those white cheeks

Painted with your own blood

And last wet tears

Trailing down perfection

You were never beautiful

Until you died

Covered in your insides

And silent

So silent

I didn't love you

Like you thought you loved me

The mysterious, cool

But sweet bad boy

That never existed

He was real

In your mind

But he was not me

I am the real thing

He was a fantasy

And now you're dead

And I didn't love you

But I loved killing you

And I love that now

You are silent

And beautiful

But really your death doesn't matter

Not to me

I just love this feeling

More than your beauty

And you are nothing

I want her

With her dark hair

And fierce eyes

And quiet glare

Much more than you

And it will be different

Than our time together

Because you trusted me

And thought me nice

And were deluded

She knows the truth

Because she's like me

She knows I want her

I told her so

But she doesn't think I'll do it

And that will make it better

You were quick

Some unnecessary taunts

And cuts

To make you scared

Then one flash of the knife

To bring silence

She won't be quick

I want to keep her

For a long time

In that darkness

That despair

Before I'm done

You were lucky

So lucky

So quick

But not her

She knows of darkness

She bathes herself in it

Like I did

With your blood

Rose-red

She's just like me

So if she finds out what I did to you

She may wish it had been her

With the knife

In her own hand

Dragging it across your throat

I think I love her

So I'll wait

Patiently

Silently

With many more like you

To play with

You

And those to come

Will have to do

Beautiful dead girls

That I put to sleep

Until I can have her

That girl who knows

All about me

And isn't scared

Yet

I wrote it from the perspective of one of my main characters. It is supposed to be something he writes in the story. Sorry if it's weird.

And yes, I have writer's block, so sorry if it isn't super good.

P.S. - I hate poetry that rhymes, which is why none of mine ever does, haha. And my prose is usually very clipped and weird, too, so sorry if it bugs you!

Just tell me if you like it, and what you like about it, too, if anything.

Again, sorry for the odd content and the length!!!

***

It was your face

Flawless porcelain

Rose-colored lips

Sleeping

Perfect

Dead

That rose mouth

And those white cheeks

Painted with your own blood

And last wet tears

Trailing down perfection

You were never beautiful

Until you died

Covered in your insides

And silent

So silent

I didn't love you

Like you thought you loved me

The mysterious, cool

But sweet bad boy

That never existed

He was real

In your mind

But he was not me

I am the real thing

He was a fantasy

And now you're dead

And I didn't love you

But I loved killing you

And I love that now

You are silent

And beautiful

But really your death doesn't matter

Not to me

I just love this feeling

More than your beauty

And you are nothing

I want her

With her dark hair

And fierce eyes

And quiet glare

Much more than you

And it will be different

Than our time together

Because you trusted me

And thought me nice

And were deluded

She knows the truth

Because she's like me

She knows I want her

I told her so

But she doesn't think I'll do it

And that will make it better

You were quick

Some unnecessary taunts

And cuts

To make you scared

Then one flash of the knife

To bring silence

She won't be quick

I want to keep her

For a long time

In that darkness

That despair

Before I'm done

You were lucky

So lucky

So quick

But not her

She knows of darkness

She bathes herself in it

Like I did

With your blood

Rose-red

She's just like me

So if she finds out what I did to you

She may wish it had been her

With the knife

In her own hand

Dragging it across your throat

I think I love her

So I'll wait

Patiently

Silently

With many more like you

To play with

You

And those to come

Will have to do

Beautiful dead girls

That I put to sleep

Until I can have her

That girl who knows

All about me

And isn't scared

Yet

I wrote it from the perspective of one of my main characters. It is supposed to be something he writes in the story. Sorry if it's weird.

And yes, I have writer's block, so sorry if it isn't super good.

P.S. - I hate poetry that rhymes, which is why none of mine ever does, haha. And my prose is usually very clipped and weird, too, so sorry if it bugs you!

Just tell me if you like it, and what you like about it, too, if anything.

Again, sorry for the odd content and the length!!!

***

It was your face

Flawless porcelain

Rose-colored lips

Sleeping

Perfect

Dead

That rose mouth

And those white cheeks

Painted with your own blood

And last wet tears

Trailing down perfection

You were never beautiful

Until you died

Covered in your insides

And silent

So silent

I didn't love you

Like you thought you loved me

The mysterious, cool

But sweet bad boy

That never existed

He was real

In your mind

But he was not me

I am the real thing

He was a fantasy

And now you're dead

And I didn't love you

But I loved killing you

And I love that now

You are silent

And beautiful

But really your death doesn't matter

Not to me

I just love this feeling

More than your beauty

And you are nothing

I want her

With her dark hair

And fierce eyes

And quiet glare

Much more than you

And it will be different

Than our time together

Because you trusted me

And thought me nice

And were deluded

She knows the truth

Because she's like me

She knows I want her

I told her so

But she doesn't think I'll do it

And that will make it better

You were quick

Some unnecessary taunts

And cuts

To make you scared

Then one flash of the knife

To bring silence

She won't be quick

I want to keep her

For a long time

In that darkness

That despair

Before I'm done

You were lucky

So lucky

So quick

But not her

She knows of darkness

She bathes herself in it

Like I did

With your blood

Rose-red

She's just like me

So if she finds out what I did to you

She may wish it had been her

With the knife

In her own hand

Dragging it across your throat

I think I love her

So I'll wait

Patiently

Silently

With many more like you

To play with

You

And those to come

Will have to do

Beautiful dead girls

That I put to sleep

Until I can have her

That girl who knows

All about me

And isn't scared

Yet

I'm not looking for opinions on this. I wrote it in like five minutes because I need something to turn in for english tomorrow. But it does need to make sense. Does it? Thanks! :)

"DON'T STOP"

They're watching

Slap slap slap, feet hit concrete

Slip, trip

They know

The collective breathing

In out, in out

Pressing ears as a slow, steady drum

Breath of the earth

Flash, smash, crash

Blur and flick by

Just like a movie

Flash, smash, crash

Run

Can't escape the blood

It's smudged on your palms

Keep running

Vines creeping

Slither around traffic

And embrace you

Those ever-present vines

And the eyes

Slide to watch you

Dark and suspicious

In nameless faces

Strobing and dancing

Spotlight prancing to and fro

Searching for you

And your red hands

Don't look back

Won't look back

Keep moving forward

Keep running

It's war

Muted bombs and yelling

Try to penetrate desperate ears

But is trumped by the breathing

The dance

It's almost at its end

But isn't

It's never over

Eager audience awaits

The recital with the drummer boy

Who beats out the breaths

Of your revamped struggle

And you pirouette

Like a marionette on strings

And the puppet master whispers

"Keep running"

Thank you!

I'm not looking for opinions on this. I wrote it in like five minutes because I need something to turn in for english tomorrow. But it does need to make sense. Does it? Thanks! :)

"DON'T STOP"

They're watching

Slap slap slap, feet hit concrete

Slip, trip

They know

The collective breathing

In out, in out

Pressing ears as a slow, steady drum

Breath of the earth

Flash, smash, crash

Blur and flick by

Just like a movie

Flash, smash, crash

Run

Can't escape the blood

It's smudged on your palms

Keep running

Vines creeping

Slither around traffic

And embrace you

Those ever-present vines

And the eyes

Slide to watch you

Dark and suspicious

In nameless faces

Strobing and dancing

Spotlight prancing to and fro

Searching for you

And your red hands

Don't look back

Won't look back

Keep moving forward

Keep running

It's war

Muted bombs and yelling

Try to penetrate desperate ears

But is trumped by the breathing

The dance

It's almost at its end

But isn't

It's never over

Eager audience awaits

The recital with the drummer boy

Who beats out the breaths

Of your revamped struggle

And you pirouette

Like a marionette on strings

And the puppet master whispers

"Keep running"

Thank you!

Sorry I keep posting! This is a re-post, as I'm accumulating a lot of answers, haha.

I want to cut my hair now that it's long enough (finally done growing it out from a bad cut), and I want to dye it too just to change it up (never dyed it before). Everyone says that my hair is good as it's natural color, but I'm bored of it.

1. What kind of cut should I get? Layers? Bangs? Long or medium? etc etc etc. If you have a celebrity hairstyle in mind or a reference pic, that's cool too.

2. Color for dying?

Here are some pics of me just so you can get a look at my face shape and skin tone, blah blah blah:

Sorry about the bad pics, haha :)

This one is my icon already: http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

With my hair pulled back: http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

From the side: http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

Normals:

http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

Oh, and my hair is naturally straight. You can't see in the pictures either because of the crappy lighting, but my hair's natural color is brown with red/black/blond highlights in it.

Thanks for all answers! And sorry for the long question! :)

This is a re-post, as I'm accumulating a lot of answers, haha.

I want to cut my hair now that it's long enough (finally done growing it out from a bad cut), and I want to dye it too just to change it up (never dyed it before). Everyone says that my hair is good as it's natural color, but I'm bored of it.

1. What kind of cut should I get? Layers? Bangs? Long or medium? etc etc etc. If you have a celebrity hairstyle in mind or a reference pic, that's cool too.

2. Color for dying?

Here are some pics of me just so you can get a look at my face shape and skin tone, blah blah blah:

Sorry about the bad pics, haha :)

This one is my icon already: http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

With my hair pulled back: http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

From the side: http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

Normals:

http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

Oh, and my hair is naturally straight. You can't see in the pictures either because of the crappy lighting, but my hair's natural color is brown with red/black/blond highlights in it.

Thanks for all answers! And sorry for the long question! :)

This is a re-post...

I want to cut my hair now that it's long enough (finally done growing it out from a bad cut), and I want to dye it too just to change it up. Everyone says that my hair is good as it's natural color, but I'm bored of it.

1. What kind of cut should I get? Layers? Bangs? Long or medium? etc etc etc. If you have a celebrity hairstyle in mind or a reference pic, that's cool too.

2. Color for dying?

Here are some pics of me just so you can get a look at my face shape and skin tone, blah blah blah:

Sorry about the bad pics, haha :)

This one is my icon already: http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

With my hair pulled back: http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

Normal: http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

From the side: http://i1169.photobucket.com/albums/r510/ElenaNerd...

Oh, and my hair is naturally straight. You can't see in the pictures either because of the crappy lighting, but my hair's natural color is brown with red/black/blond highlights in it.

Thanks for all answers!