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Do i have right in mind? or will this simply make things worse? OK, so me and my mum use to talk with eachother and have a very close friendship yes ups and downs but now it's gotton so down like really bad i just want to end our friendship so i will but wait i got more details. 1: We use to talk without arguing. Now we argue more than talk. 2: I use to rely on her for things. Now if i try it she can't handle it. 3: She uses cold stone jokes as a normal joke. I don't she hurts my feelings. 4: For trolls YES i Appreciate having food and things but this is a friendship getting torn apart. And for the most part of them all what i plan to do is restrict my mother from my life. Yes you read right. And no don't go around tossing the word called "Brat" or "Spoiled Brat" around because that doesn't resolve or help the situation I'm in. And we don't need Therapy lol. i NEED not WANT to restrict her from my life. Now this line is for the trolls if you do not intend on trolling please scroll down. For the trolls: Wanting is what you want to have as an essential in life it doesn't help you live it just makes you look great however focusing on this too much makes life dampy. and Needing. Needing is more than an essential it helps you live while Wanting does not. Needing: Shoes.Socks.T-shirts.Shower.Food.And ETC. while wanting: Baseball cap. Cigs, wine. Tattoos and ETC. OK and that's it for the trolls lol. But back to my problem. My crisis is that i led my mum too much into my life and now she knows everything about my life without even needing my permission. I'm 15 years of age! i should restrict her from now on because we can't keep arguing. I love to game i really do and that's what i plan on doing now and no no i do not plan to isolate myself away from the reality but simply escape it when things get rifty and also a nice for the rice of relaxing haha. :) So do i have right in mind? SHOULD I do i NEED to or do i WANT to restrict my mum from my life? Will it help? Honest answers please. well first off, sorry, restricting ua mum is a gud idea for now.....casuality is not gud smtimes also......bt start aving small talks abt ua fav thngs n build again frm there.

What constitutes an idiot? If you: Paint birthday messages on old sheets and hang them on roundabouts, rail bridges, roadsides. watch x factor or any of Cowell's sordid "christians to the lions" shows Give money to charity only because it is on TV and celebrity led Wear the uniform.....Baseball cap, sackarse jeans, trainers and anorak/fleece. Talk about drinking huge quantities of alcohol as though its proof of being a real man. Think "sex and the city"....."Friends" etc are must see TV Say "I'm not interested in politics" and not understand your not interested in your own life Talk on your mobile in public indiscretely.......unaware of what a d#ck you look Dress your animals Watch TV chefs Jog in public when old/overweight/attired inappropriately. have a personalised number plate Take kids who are travel screamers on planes Please feel free to add or justify as appropriate play your music through your mobile phone speaker at the back of the bus?
work 9 to 5 to buy totally useless things u don't really need then wonder why u wasted your one chance at existence on this planet?
people who complain about everything and create their own misery?
have health and safety imposed on you where common sense used to suffice?
being told what to think by the media?
bill posters advertising deodorant telling you to "be your own man, think for yourself"
etc etc etc...
strange isn't it, if you went up on stage as a comedian and said this the crowd would split their sides, yet on yahoo answers u get ripped for it. I hope u can see the funny side of all these things you have pointed out my friend. U have a choice, see the positive in the universe or see the negative and laugh at it :))

Can You figure out this riddle? One day I pulled into a gas station, just off I-85, outside of the historic village of Hillsborough, North Carolina, where I live. As I began to pump gas, I glanced over at the gentleman at the next pump and observed something that led me to believe that he was not from the state of North Carolina. In addition, I knew immediately what state he was from. He was about to speak to me but I spoke up first and said, 'Let me guess, you're from blank.' 'Yes!' he replied. 'How did you know that?' The puzzler is, what did I observe and what state was he from? Now, I did not see his license plate or inspection sticker or other marking on his car that would give me any clue as to what state he was from. Nor was he wearing any clothing, such as a baseball cap or college sweatshirt, that would have led me to believe he was from a certain state. Ok so here is what I thought of:
He was from NJ because he didn't know how to work the pump. NJ is the only state that does not have self serve gas. In some counties it's even illegal to pump your own. OR
He had bullet holes in the side of his car, that means he is from Michigan, and to be more specific he was from Detroit or Flint. Both cities are ranked first and second in crime respectively.

Rate this story please!? **FYI the girls in it are in 7th grade (its based off of real-life experience)** Jack was spotted in a Dodgers baseball cap waiting outside the valet parking entrance. “Hey,” He smiled as he silently admired Rebecca’s glossy hair. “Wow you look hot!” Rebecca giggled in that flirty way she did that always won the hearts of her crushes. She reached out her hand and Jack kissed it. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” she smiled at Jack. “Well, I mean what can I say? Your not the only person who has style” He continued. Rebecca replied with a smile and confidently led the way into the Beverly Hills Hotel lobby. She knew exactly where the restaurant was, her dad took her there all the time when she was younger. A waiter approached with two lunch menus. “I’ll have the House Salad and a Diet Coke,” Rebecca smiled when the waiter pulled out his notepad. “On a diet?” Jack teased. TO BE CONTINUED: What do you think of it so far? What could I do to make it better? “On a diet?” Jack teased. “I’ll have a hamburger, rare with Swiss cheese, fresh tomatoes, lightly toasted bun – without the sesame seeds, and a side of garlic bead with a teaspoon of butter on top.” “Someone’s picky,” She playfully replied. It only took her a few moments though, to realize he wasn’t paying attention at all. When she caught him staring at a skinny Hollywood-wannabe she assumed it was because he though she was hot or something, but at a second glance she noticed he was watching her clumsily try to make out with her companion. “Don’t worry, Brunettes do it better,” Rebecca smirked, she took a breath, leaned in slowly, and met Jack’s lips with hers. They were cold but soft and his tongue felt so perfect against hers. Shawty had those apple bottom jeans. Boots with the fur. The whole club was looking at her. She hit the flo. Next thing you know – “Damn.” Rebecca pulled away and struggled to check her ringing cell – her heart was thumping so fast. TO BE CONTINUED I like it, email it to me when you are done? But make it in like ninth grade, it will make more sense then, and talk about what Rebecca is wearing, that is important, email me if you don't know what she would wear, but I really like, sounds sort of like the gossip girl books but set in LA

What sterotype do I fit into? I don't dress to fit into a stereotype and don't relish being one but just out of curiosity what stereotype would i fit into. About me: sixteen, from scotland, play golf and go to college. Doing construction Music: AC/DC, pink floyd, Dire straits, radiohead, the pogues, led zep, sex pistols and other prog/hard rock bands Clothes: Black or blue levis or wrangler jeans, black stone island trousers, black dr marten boots, blue or black designer t'shirt, fred perry zip up sweater, a blue ben sherman bomber jacket, a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses. My hair is always very short Sometimes i will wear a AC/DC, Pink Floyd or Sex Pistols t'shirt "Scottish dude".

Is this a good story? It's kind of long....? Here it is: The doctor walked into the hospital room where he saw a women laying in the hospital bed reading a book. She put the book down and looked up at him. “I have your baby.” He said, smiling with every word he spoke. The woman erupted in a large grin as the doctor handed her the baby in the pink flowered blanket. She looked down at her brand new baby girl. She had to think of a name for her. The woman looked up at the doctor’s nametag and whispered it softly. “Aaden Adams.” She said. “All “A” sounds.” The doctor smiled. “Yes, it is.” The woman looked down at the baby again. “A.” She looked delighted. “Do you wish to all her, “A”, Ms. Rowley?” The doctor asked. “I do. Except, not with the letter A. I will spell it “A-I-E. Aie.” She said. “A great name indeed.” The doctor nodded and left the room. “Aie.” The baby looked up at her mother as she said her name. “It’s perfect!” Four Years later “Aie! Come down here and get ready for your first day of preschool!” Jennie Rowley called upstairs as she cooked up a pan of bacon for her 4 year old. Little footsteps came down the hard wood steps. Then appeared a little girl with curly red-brown hair dragging a pink flowered blanket behind her. “MOMMY!” She cried, taking off toward the kitchen. “Hi, Aie! Good morning!” She hugged her little girl and then stepped back. “You’re starting to look like a big girl now that you’re going to preschool!” “Uh, no mommy. I always will be your little baby girl.” Aie smiled, showing her perfect 4 year old teeth and dimples. “That’s right, honey. What was I thinking?” Jennie hugged her again. “I don’t know, mommy. I don’t know.” She shook her head back and forth, bouncing her curls. Jennie laughed. “Go get dressed!” “Ok!” Aie ran back upstairs and came down again in a red and black plaid dress with a matching headband. “Here, sit at the table and eat this bacon.” Jennie took the plate of bacon to the table as Aie followed behind and sat in her seat. She started gobbling it up. “Ok, let’s get in the car!” Jennie said when Aie finished breakfast. She took Aie out to the car and strapped her in. She started the car and drove to Aie’s preschool. When they arrived at the school, Jennie said, “Here we are, honey, your first school ever!” Jennie grinned down at Aie. “It’s too big!” Aie cried, and turned around. “That’s okay, you have nice teachers to show you around!” Jennie took Aie to her classroom. They got to her room and saw a nice looking lady at the door. “Hi! I’m Mrs. Butler and I will be your teacher for the rest of the year!” Mrs. Butler looked at Aie. “Say ‘Hi’ to Mrs. Butler, Aie” Jennie Said. “Hello, Mrs. Butler.” Aie said. “So you’re Aie Rowley? It’s nice to meet you! Come on in to my room!” Mrs. Butler took Aie’s little hand and led into the classroom. Aie used her other hand to wave sadly to her mother. Jennie waved back and left the preschool. Aie found a seat next to a girl who was drawing a picture of a dog in her notebook. “That’s a good dog you got there!” Aie said. “Thanks.” The other girl smiled at Aie. A boy in a baseball cap sat down across from Aie. Just then, Mrs. Butler announced that class was starting. She began the class by having everyone tell the others what their name was. Aie found out that the girl who drew the dog’s name was Cassidy and that the boy’s name was Evan. When it was Aie’s turn, she hesitated for a second. “My name is Aie.” She said “A is not a name, it’s the first letter of the alphabet!” Evan called out. “Now, now Evan, let’s not be mean to our friends.” Mrs. Butler told him. Aie sank down into her chair and didn’t talk for the rest of the school day. When the parent’s came to pick up the kids, she ran out to her mother, grabbed her hand, and led her out the front door. “Aie, honey, slow down!”Jennie called. “What’s wrong?” “Evan called me an alphabet!” She scowled at the sound of the name Evan. “What?” Jennie said. Then she realized why he had said that. “It’s okay. He just wasn’t used to a pretty and new name like yours.” “If my name is pretty and new then I hate names that are pretty and new.” Aie said, frowning. “Sweetie, names are all different. We all have different names, and yours is very special.” Jennie said. “But I don’t want to be special!” Aie cried out, running off to the car. That night, when Jennie was tucking Aie into bed, she sat on Aie’s old rocking chair. “Are you okay, honey?” She asked. “I’m fine.” Aie said, rolling over with her back to mom. “Okay.” Jennie calmly stated and left. The next morning, when Jennie was making eggs, Aie came down the steps. “Good morning Aie!” Jennie said. “Who’s Aie?” Aie asked, looking over both her shoulders. “I’m Miranda.” “Why are you Miranda? That is not your name!” Jennie asked. “It is now! Miranda is a normal name and I want it!” Aie demanded. Jennie Through her hands up. “All right!” she said. But in her head she wondered how long that would last. 7 Years L Wow, it was quite a brilliant story. If I had to suggest something, I would place her birth as an epilogue, say which book the mother was reading, hat car she drives etc. so we understand the family, but t is not even needed that can come later if necessary.
It was really interesting

Question about the Pope's hat,where and when did Jesus say he wanted his representative to have that hat? If the hat fell off or was stolen would god not speak to the Pope anymore?Does he wear it so people know he is the Pope,could he just wear a baseball cap with the word"Pope"in little led lights on on it? If there is any seriousness to this question, there *IS* actually a serious answer (other than "down with catholics, RAWR!").
The origin of the popes hat, known as the Mitre, is from the jewish priestly headdress that God designed for the passover celebration (as handed to the people by moses). If you click here:
http://www.mechon-mamre.org/p/pt/pt0239.htm#28
and read from Exodus 39: 28-31, you will see that the headdress of the jewish priesthood was a flat turban known as a mitre, with a gold plate attached to it. Thus the bishopry, which as disciples of Christ share the eternal Passover with the flock of God, is likewise called to wear the priestly headdress.

Puzzler needs an Answer? One day I pulled into a gas station, just off I-85, outside of the historic village of Hillsborough, North Carolina, where I live. As I began to pump gas, I glanced over at the gentleman at the next pump and observed something that led me to believe that he was not from the state of North Carolina. In addition, I knew immediately what state he was from. He was about to speak to me but I spoke up first and said, 'Let me guess, you're from blank.' 'Yes!' he replied. 'How did you know that?' The puzzler is, what did I observe and what state was he from? Now, I did not see his license plate or inspection sticker or other marking on his car that would give me any clue as to what state he was from. Nor was he wearing any clothing, such as a baseball cap or college sweatshirt, that would have led me to believe he was from a certain state. He had bullet holes in the side of his car, that means he is from Michigan, and to be more specific he was from Detroit or Flint. Both cities are ranked first and second in crime respectively.

What is your opinion on illegal alien student who cannot work in the US after receiving a Harvard degree? Alan was not just a street-smart kid in a baseball cap but a gifted student who breezed through math problems and quoted Milton and Dante. He was a voracious reader, the high school salutatorian, and last month, he graduated from Harvard with a degree in the humanities. But now Alan has hit a dead end, because one night 19 years ago his mother led him across the Mexican border into California, making him an illegal immigrant. His only legal employment option as a college graduate now is to return to Mexico, where he has few contacts and fewer prospects. Alan is among a growing number of students who have climbed to the country’s highest academic echelons only to find themselves mired in the rancorous national debate over illegal immigration. “One of the biggest ironies was that I’m going to graduate from Harvard and not be able to do anything,’’ he said, sitting in one of Harvard’s leafy courtyards, fallen quiet for the summer, wearing an engraved class ring on his right hand. “Every class is like, you’re the leaders of tomorrow. They build you up . . . and you’re like, yeah, yeah, oh wait, they’re not talking about me.’’ He spoke to the Globe on the condition that his last name not be used. Elite private universities such as Harvard have long been a haven for illegal immigrant children, granting them generous scholarships because they are ineligible for federal financial aid and struggle to pay nonresident tuition at public schools. Now the schools are increasingly pushing for legal residency for such students, under pressure from student groups and others working on their behalf. http://www.boston.com/news/education/higher/articles/2009/07/27/after_harvard_illegal_immigrant_is_facing_uncertainty/ I think they should go see the same private people granting them generous scholarships about being generous even further.

Puzzler that's needs an answer.? One day I pulled into a gas station, just off I-85, outside of the historic village of Hillsborough, North Carolina, where I live. As I began to pump gas, I glanced over at the gentleman at the next pump and observed something that led me to believe that he was not from the state of North Carolina. In addition, I knew immediately what state he was from. He was about to speak to me but I spoke up first and said, 'Let me guess, you're from blank.' 'Yes!' he replied. 'How did you know that?' The puzzler is, what did I observe and what state was he from? Now, I did not see his license plate or inspection sticker or other marking on his car that would give me any clue as to what state he was from. Nor was he wearing any clothing, such as a baseball cap or college sweatshirt, that would have led me to believe he was from a certain state.

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