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Am i attracting the wrong type of people into my life by how I'm dressed? for the past 2-3 years everyday i would wear heels, mini-skirts, really short dresses, big sunglasses, different colored stockings and bright colors (yeah, i think i kind of took it over-board). Not only that but i noticed i was attracting a lot of fake-friends, and guys who only wanted to use me for sex. For a while it did feel good getting all that attention from guys, but ever since i started going to church i felt like trying to tone down my look a bit so that i can attract good people into my life and not have guys starring at me like I'm a piece of meat and actually take me seriously. what are some ways that i can still look sexy but not expose too much? It's never your responsibility to love destructive people

what do you think of my first attempt? Constructive criticism but nothing offensive that isn't going to help me improve. If Bre can see this she can go screw her mum and I'm English (It's spelt right) :) I KNOW I USE TOO MANY I's AT THE START OF MY SENTENCES. WILL IMPROVE ON THAT IN A WHILE. 1.The Balcony. Following the cobbled streets and the dark alleyways of dark and gloomy London there was a dark place of death where the faint smell of rot from what poor coffins couldn’t contain lingered in the air of 1728. The graveyard was beautiful on a night such as this. I could tell why she had loved it. It had fog wrapped around all of the mausoleums and the gravestones, old and new. There was an old English church with a broken cross on the very highest point of it and the fog even reached the tip of that. There was ivy climbing up the North side and it was growing inside the broken stain glass window of the Virgin Mary holding her baby Jesus with what used to be a halo on top of his head was shattered on the church floor. Inside the large old wooden doors, creaking whenever they were opened held the structure. It was cold and the alter was splintered and burnt, a large silver candelabra lying on the hard melancholy floor probably being what burnt it. I remembered having to go in there, to a private ceremony with just me, my mother and my father. Other than that the church was never used. Seeing the priest, a stranger to my dead sister say goodbye to her before she was cremated. Her name was Annabelle. I was remembering all of this from the top of the dark hill where the rusty gate of the cemetery was falling off its hinges. I lay in the trees where it began to rain heavily, the snow that was left from last night melting. The downpour bounced off the bare black trees which were withered with age, the trunks thin and twisted. It ran down the hill of the graveyard, the old trees lacking the strength to take a sip, causing them pain to see it slip away from them so easily. The rain pounded so hard against my cheek and I couldn’t get up. My tears fell faster than the rain. The wind was fierce and it whistled through the black night like a wolf howling to the moon, the only light I had. A lone black crow sat in the tree cawing, its raucousness making me want to scream at it or throw something at it. I forced myself up with trembling arms to support me, mud getting underneath my fingernails. I used one black, damp tree to help me steady myself, the graveyard spinning before my eyes. I forced the heavy gate open and stepped out onto the cobbles in my long, black and laced dress. I had been missing since that funeral. I was still wearing the dress, my corset making it awkward to breathe. I was still clutching the red rose in my black-gloved fist and the thorns pierced my skin as the dagger had pierced Annabelle’s. I had a vision the night before her death and I paid no attention. My ignorance had as much to do with her death as he did. It was on this hill. On a clear night when the moon was so bright that it brought luminescence to the graveyard and brought it to life, here was my young sister. She sat with this very same rose in her hand and she just began to shed tears for the beauty of this place of death. There was a man in the graveyard that she never saw as she would never see again through her cavernous black eyes. He was wearing a long and narrow black coat trimmed with a gold braid and white stockings over black breeches. He was a traditional looking man from a wealthy family. His hair was long, black and curly and his eyes were dark blue, like the dress my sister was wearing the night of her death. He was at the bottom of the hill and he was watching her with a wicked gleam in his eyes and he began to walk up the hill, never averting his eyes from her pallid face. She didn’t know anybody was standing near her until his shadow caped over her and blocked out the moon’s light. He pulled out a knife and he stabbed her straight through the heart. That’s when I shot up out of my bed and touched my chest. It felt so real to me that night and so I walked in to Annabelle’s room, planning to tell her my dream, but instead just lying next to her as she slept, regretting it when her body was discovered exactly the way it was in my nightmare, the red rose lying on top of her fatal wound. Oops and used dark twice. You'll have to excuse me I added that london bit at last minute. Your sentence structure is incorrect in many cases.
"Following the cobbled streets and the dark alleyways of dark and gloomy London there was a dark place of death where the faint smell of rot from what poor coffins couldn’t contain lingered in the air of 1728." First of all, "following" isn't the correct word choice here. Secondly, you use way too many adjectives. And finally, this just isn't grammatically correct.
"Inside the large old wooden doors, creaking whenever they were opened held the structure." This isn't a sentence.
I didn't read much further. It's not atrocious, but you should definitely go back and edit it. Take out most of your adjectives. Combine ideas into more precise sentences, and make each word matter. Read a lot of books. Notice their styles and the rhythm of their words.
You show promise. Don't be discouraged.

Can an Ugly crocheted Christmas stocking be fixed!? I have a question for all you crafty people out there. My mother in law made this stocking for my daughter. It's an extremely BRIGHT multicolored rainbow Christmas stocking. My daughter is almost 2 years old. It looks like a gay pride stocking! Not that I have anything against gays but this stocking is ugly. Not to mention it's not Christmasy at all. I have other children and they got nice red, green & white stockings with Santa, Reindeer and snowmen on them. My mother in law also made my other kids stockings. So why she decided to make my 2 year olds like a rainbow is beyond me. I know I sound unreasonable but I can't help to think it was done on purpose. She didn't bond well with my baby when she was born and I think she thought we were trying to upstage her favorite grandchild who was born the year before. (my brother in laws son) In fact she very rarely picked my daughter up or interacted with her for the first year of her life. I got the point loud & clear that my daughter would not be as important as her favorite grandson. Although she didn't say it with words, her actions spoke much louder than words. Especially when the two babies were together with her. Her grandson got her undivided attention and my daughter was hardly even spoken to or given a second glance. So here is the question. Actually it's a two part question. Do you think the Christmas stocking was made like that on purpose? Second - The stocking was crocheted. Can it be fixed? I don't want to hurt my husbands feelings & I want my daughter to have a stocking made by her grandmother like her brothers & sisters have. I'd like to have someone take some of the more bright colors out of it and replace it with more green, red and maybe a little white thrown in there also. Is this something that can actually be done? I'm hoping my husband won't notice if I have it done after Christmas time. Maybe by next year he won't remember what it looked like. Even if he does I'm prepared to tell him I had it changed. The whole stocking subject is a sore subject with him. He thinks I'm being to sensitive. I really don't think it's being to sensitive to want my daughter to have something nice like that other kids at Christmas. After all she will have this stocking forever. I'd love some opinions and some advice as well as any ideas on how it can be fixed. I cannot crochet myself so I'll have to take it elsewhere to see if it can be fixed. I don't know who or where to go to have something like this done. Hello! My grandma makes the same stockings! Honestly I think maybe she did that on purpose. But who knows? Can you bring it up to her? Maybe say that ur daughter asked why hers looks all different then the rest of the kids? I don't know why ur mother-in-law would be like that. Kinda evil. If she wont make a new one then tell her you will find someone that will! I'm sure she will make a new one then :-)

What do you think of this writing? I picked out this outfit because I felt in print-skirt-boot mood. I was wearing a skirt with a flower print with shades of purple and blue. I paired this with a sleeveless gray military vest. Under the skirt I wore black, sheer stockings. To top the whole outfit off, I wore my gray ankle boots. They looked like slouch boots that got cut off at the ankle. Tottaly cute. I was going to wear a gray slouch hat, but Adeline,my way too forgetful best friend, had borrowed it and had yet to give it back. So, I put my hair in a loose braid that I pushed around to my shoulder. I walked into the hallways of McClay High wincing, as usual. The sound was deafing and the PDA was appaling. I clutched the strap of my messenger bag, trying to lessen the load on my aching shoulder, a result of too much homework and useless information in a text book. I didn't understand how people like Ruby Evan, resident princess, could have a little purse and nothing else. Not even the little dog I'm sure she owns would fit in there. After surviving the hallway, I got to my locker and like always Adeline was there, waiting. "Heyy," I said. Putting my history and algebra book in and taking out my science book. Adeline giggled. Her bright pink hair was put into loose pig tails, giving her a girlish look. Adeline had a teenage life crisis around Christmas. I guess she got a really bad grade on this test and her whole goal in life is to go to Harvard and become a lawyer because her family puts tons of pressure on her and when they found out about this they flipped. Her dad got so mad he grounded her from sleeping in on the weekends! She was kinda crazy for awhile. I don't know if it was the stress or the lack of sleep or what, but she wasn't better untill he ungrounded her and Adeline slept over and then I took her to a day spa which was her Christmas present. That was around the time she died her hair pink and she didn't buy the cheap kind, she bought the good kind that lasted a long time. It's almost permanent. So now it's September of the next year and her hair is still pink and she doesn't even care. She loves it! She keeping up her roots. "We're gonna be late, Dodie. Let's go," Adeline pushed, beginning to walk. I followed her, finally matching her pace. We walked past Ruby, the girl who makes my life so much easier. NOT. "Different people should really be in their own school. Don't you think, girls?" she annoucned loud enough for the jainitor who was cleaning up barf in the bathroom somewhere to hear. I looked back at her, my face twisted in disgust. Adeline said something to me and turned around, with a faceful of Leon Gillman. My messenger bag fell on my foot. "Ow! Shoot! Sorry. I was too insulted to notice my surroundings," I said. He laughed and picked up my messenger bag. "It's okay. Don't let her get to you. Here's your bag. Geez, that's heavy." "Thanks," I said. Leon continued on. "OH MY GOSH!!!" Adeline squealed. "He is sooo perfect for you Dodie!" I rolled my eyes. Like I didn't know. "C'mon. We're gonna be late." I just want a som advice to use later on because I'm pretty young and want to grow as much as possible. To be honest, the style is very amateur and shallow. When a first person character describes how they look in that much detail, not only does it bore me to tears, but I get the impression that the character is vain and self absorbed. I also get a sense that this character is very immature and unintelligent, I don't know if that was what you were going for, but no one is going to care about the struggles of an unlikeable character.
Also, I get the feeling that you're younger than high school, because these conversations are very unrealistic. I didn't really sense any story here other than vapid, shallow, unimportant, teen drama.
However, I'm being honest, the sentence structures are actually very nice and it flows quite well. There's room for improvement, I can't really say how, but it will take practice to improve. Try reading your writing outloud to yourself and any awkward sentences will jump out to you.
Good luck with your writing. I used to write like this too. I, myself, have a lot of room to improve, but just keep practicing and keep reading.

Can this be a past life? I am a 32 year old heterosexual male. This is a dream unlike any other I've had! The realism was INCREDIBLE! I was in a nightclub from the 30's or 40's. I was sitting at a table when I realized that I was a woman! I looked down at myself and noticed a pair of very large breasts coming out of my chest! I was wearing a VERY tight silver gown that had LOTS of cleavage! I even had long blond hair (my hair is short and dark brown)! My whole body felt weird! I looked around and there was a man wearing a tuxedo sitting next to me (I had never seen this guy in my life!).I stood up and felt the tight dress pressing against my boobs, very narrow waist, and what seemed to be a HUGE butt! As I started to walk, I noticed how difficult it was because of the high heels I was wearing, and the tightness of the dress! I also felt my now long hair brushing against my back and shoulders. I asked a waiter where the restrooms were and I had a girl's voice! When I reached the bathroom I saw myself in a full length mirror and couldn't believe it! I was a very beautiful woman that I had never seen before (maybe in her high 20's), I had very large breasts overflowing the cleavage, and I was wearing the tight gown that hugged my whole body! I was even wearing stockings (I could even feel them swishing against the dress as I walked, and I had never seen these kind of stockings!). I had very wide hips and very full thighs; I actually felt them through the dress! I stared at my reflection and I saw every detail of my body and face (I remember it perfectly!). I had long wavy blond hair and even make up (I could even taste the glossy red lipstick!). I had long, bright red fingernails, rings on my fingers, bracelets, a small gold watch, a diamond necklace (which I've never seen before but I could describe it perfectly), and I could feel the earrings dangling from my ears! I stood in front of the mirror checking myself out for a VERY long time (what seemed to me like more that 30 minutes)! I could feel my breasts like there were MINE! This continued until a very attractive brunette girl (that I had never seen before in my life either), entered the bathroom and told me: "Is there something wrong Samantha? Victor is worried about you!" I just stood there without saying anything, thinking this was a dream because I knew who I am in real life. I was just waiting to wake up but I didn't! I wanted to continue checking myself out, but this girl (that was dressed very elegantly too!) took me back to the table. The incredible thing is the perfect detail of everything! It’s as though I was really there! As I walked beside her I could again feel the tight dress against my voluptuous body and my breasts jiggling with every step I took! As I approached the table the man in the smoking (who I assume was Victor) stood up and said: "Are you all right darling?" I answered in the strange female voice: "I'm fine, thanks." The other girl then whispered to me: "You don't seem like yourself Samantha". In that instant I woke up feeling very weird! It was as if I had REALLY been there! I remember every detail of the place and of the people as if I was just there a few moments ago! What does this mean? Was I in the past? Maybe a past life? Who was this blond girl? Can anyone help? everything below has its reflection above
(remember this as you read my answer)
for thousands of years, people have used dreams to communicate with the dead. by actively engaging an altered state of consciousness that stimulates the experience of dreaming, we are able to enter unknown realms. this process is based on the principle that our imaginations are connected with higher realities.
we can utitlize the same process that the sages used for connecting with thier own loved ones who have died. we can visit with anyone --- it need not be a parent or even a relative.
now to attempt an answer of "can this be a past life?"
yes, of course!
remember: everything above has its reflection below
the trick is to learn to observe closely how and when key personal trait of the person you dreamed/you were reveals themselves to you. when you are able to note how they affect you and those around you, you will gain insight. through insight you you will open new gateways. you will discover that all of your personality quirks, habits, behaviours, conditioning, and individual characteristics form a template, like a pattern on a curtain. when you shine a light through this pattern as an observer, you will be able perceive aspects of your own soul. under close scrutiny, the pattern will reveal to you what the soul is and what it needs to do. through this process, the source of life is making Itself known to you.
from this perspective, do you say that reincarnation has vast potential?
you have entered this life with a pure soul
you are stuck with your fate
you have work to do
you have intrinsic strengths and weaknesses
you often make a mess on one level or another
you hope you will be forgiven
you need to find a way to forgive others
each time you are able to do so, the universe is raised one more notch in
consciousness
it is wise to give everything and everyone the benefit of the doubt
as below, so above
adios

Can it be a Past Life? I am a 32 year old heterosexual male. This is a dream unlike any other I've had! The realism was INCREDIBLE! I was in a nightclub from the 30's or 40's. I was sitting at a table when I realized that I was a woman! I looked down at myself and noticed a pair of very large breasts coming out of my chest! I was wearing a VERY tight silver gown that had LOTS of cleavage! I even had long blond hair (my hair is short and dark brown)! My whole body felt weird! I looked around and there was a man wearing a tuxedo sitting next to me (I had never seen this guy in my life!).I stood up and felt the tight dress pressing against my boobs, very narrow waist, and what seemed to be a HUGE butt! As I started to walk, I noticed how difficult it was because of the high heels I was wearing, and the tightness of the dress! I also felt my now long hair brushing against my back and shoulders. I asked a waiter where the restrooms were and I had a girl's voice! When I reached the bathroom I saw myself in a full length mirror and couldn't believe it! I was a very beautiful woman that I had never seen before (maybe in her high 20's), I had very large breasts overflowing the cleavage, and I was wearing the tight gown that hugged my whole body! I was even wearing stockings (I could even feel them swishing against the dress as I walked, and I had never seen these kind of stockings!). I had very wide hips and very full thighs; I actually felt them through the dress! I stared at my reflection and I saw every detail of my body and face (I remember it perfectly!). I had long wavy blond hair and even make up (I could even taste the glossy red lipstick!). I had long, bright red fingernails, rings on my fingers, bracelets, a small gold watch, a diamond necklace (which I've never seen before but I could describe it perfectly), and I could feel the earrings dangling from my ears! I stood in front of the mirror checking myself out for a VERY long time (what seemed to me like more that 30 minutes)! I could feel my breasts like there were MINE! This continued until a very attractive brunette girl (that I had never seen before in my life either), entered the bathroom and told me: "Is there something wrong Samantha? Victor is worried about you!" I just stood there without saying anything, thinking this was a dream because I knew who I am in real life. I was just waiting to wake up but I didn't! I wanted to continue checking myself out, but this girl (that was dressed very elegantly too!) took me back to the table. The incredible thing is the perfect detail of everything! It’s as though I was really there! As I walked beside her I could again feel the tight dress against my voluptuous body and my breasts jiggling with every step I took! As I approached the table the man in the smoking (who I assume was Victor) stood up and said: "Are you all right darling?" I answered in the strange female voice: "I'm fine, thanks." The other girl then whispered to me: "You don't seem like yourself Samantha". In that instant I woke up feeling very weird! It was as if I had REALLY been there! I remember every detail of the place and of the people as if I was just there a few moments ago! What does this mean? Was I in the past? Maybe a past life? Who was this blond girl? Can anyone help? Well, that is one DETAILED dream! I don't know about dreaming of past lives, but I've had weird, "daydreams", in which I wasn't myself. In one, I was a young women in Venice in the 1880's. In another, I was a man at a 1700's garden party. Still another featured me as a male spy around 1917, jumping out of the back of a train and dying (I didn't feel that part, just knew it).
Yes, I believe past lives can crop up...maybe in dreams, too. Sounds plausible to me. Have you ever had hypnotic regression? Try it and see if this woman crops up again.

Can this be a Past Life? I am a 32 year old heterosexual male. This is a dream unlike any other I've had! The realism was INCREDIBLE! I was in a nightclub from the 30's or 40's. I was sitting at a table when I realized that I was a woman! I looked down at myself and noticed a pair of very large breasts coming out of my chest! I was wearing a VERY tight silver gown that had LOTS of cleavage! I even had long blond hair (my hair is short and dark brown)! My whole body felt weird! I looked around and there was a man wearing a tuxedo sitting next to me (I had never seen this guy in my life!).I stood up and felt the tight dress pressing against my boobs, very narrow waist, and what seemed to be a HUGE butt! As I started to walk, I noticed how difficult it was because of the high heels I was wearing, and the tightness of the dress! I also felt my now long hair brushing against my back and shoulders. I asked a waiter where the restrooms were and I had a girl's voice! When I reached the bathroom I saw myself in a full length mirror and couldn't believe it! I was a very beautiful woman that I had never seen before (maybe in her high 20's), I had very large breasts overflowing the cleavage, and I was wearing the tight gown that hugged my whole body! I was even wearing stockings (I could even feel them swishing against the dress as I walked, and I had never seen these kind of stockings!). I had very wide hips and very full thighs; I actually felt them through the dress! I stared at my reflection and I saw every detail of my body and face (I remember it perfectly!). I had long wavy blond hair and even make up (I could even taste the glossy red lipstick!). I had long, bright red fingernails, rings on my fingers, bracelets, a small gold watch, a diamond necklace (which I've never seen before but I could describe it perfectly), and I could feel the earrings dangling from my ears! I stood in front of the mirror checking myself out for a VERY long time (what seemed to me like more that 30 minutes)! I could feel my breasts like there were MINE! This continued until a very attractive brunette girl (that I had never seen before in my life either), entered the bathroom and told me: "Is there something wrong Samantha? Victor is worried about you!" I just stood there without saying anything, thinking this was a dream because I knew who I am in real life. I was just waiting to wake up but I didn't! I wanted to continue checking myself out, but this girl (that was dressed very elegantly too!) took me back to the table. The incredible thing is the perfect detail of everything! It’s as though I was really there! As I walked beside her I could again feel the tight dress against my voluptuous body and my breasts jiggling with every step I took! As I approached the table the man in the smoking (who I assume was Victor) stood up and said: "Are you all right darling?" I answered in the strange female voice: "I'm fine, thanks." The other girl then whispered to me: "You don't seem like yourself Samantha". In that instant I woke up feeling very weird! It was as if I had REALLY been there! I remember every detail of the place and of the people as if I was just there a few moments ago! What does this mean? Was I in the past? Maybe a past life? Who was this blond girl? Can anyone help? Maybe it'll happen again tonight :-) Past Life?, no way.. Sounds like you've been watching lots of movies and having fantasies, and your brain put it all together for you last night!

Yahoo News says Avril Lavigne is married? Yahoo News from a few days ago: Beijing (China Daily/ANN) - While singing What the Hell at the Pinggu Peach Blossom Music Festival in Beijing in late April, Avril Lavigne took off her leather jacket, shouted, "Who wants my jacket there?" and threw it into her screaming fans. By "my jacket" Lavigne actually meant a jacket created by her. The 27-year-old rock star is determined to make a big buzz in the fashion industry. In 2011 and 2012, Lavigne will join hands with Italian sportswear label Lotto to launch the Avril x Lotto Collection across the Chinese mainland. China's post-80s generation received their first exposure to Western pop music and culture through Lavigne, along with Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears, in the late 1990s and early 2000s. Unlike Aguilera and Spears though, Lavigne wrote her own music, sang rock, and never attracted gossip. Her trademark style was clearly evident at her press meeting where she turned up with hair partly dyed green, in a bright-pink hoodie with an oversized cap, black fishnet stockings and a pair of leather boots. "They are all my creations. There is even my name on the jacket," Lavigne said. In keeping with the rock look, motorbike jackets and T-shirts with designs of skeletons, rivets and stars dominate her collection. But Lavigne is less restricted when it comes to colors, experimenting with bright pink, light yellow and fluorescent green. "'Sweet Rock' is my style. The message (of the collection), as always, is have fun, believe in yourself and be yourself," Lavigne says. While some pieces of her Avril x Lotto collection - clothing, shoes and accessories for men and women - have already been released, more will be out in July and October. One of her favorite pieces in the collection is a beautiful drape dress that she wore while shooting an ad for Lotto in the United States. "(It has) an asymmetrical design and a sexy leopard pattern. Its cool skeleton and metal rivets form a striking contrast and leave much room for innovation," she says. The new collection's style is like that of Abbey Dawn, a label launched and designed by Lavigne in 2008. In 2009, she released her first fragrance, Black Star, featuring notes of pink hibiscus, black plum and black chocolate. But they were only available in Europe, Canada and the US, much to disappointment of her Chinese fans. Avril x Lotto's launch was held in Beijing's Image Base, a spacious venue developed from an old factory, "the best place to rock 'n' roll". "What is enticing about fashion is it is a path to reality, freshness, fun and expression," Lavigne says, sitting backstage, with her fans screaming her name outside. The performer-turned-designer says she is mulling over plans to hold her first show in Beijing shortly, as part of her Black Star world tour, which has begin in China. "Every time I played a concert in China, it was so much fun. People are so passionate about my music, so I guess they will also be interested in a style that goes with this rock music." When a reporter asks, "For many of your Chinese fans, you are a bit rebellious. Is that the way you treat your boyfriend?", Lavigne bursts out laughing. Few Chinese know that she is already married. "Sure," Lavigne answers without explaining. She pauses, and then adds: "I am a free spirit, and I have fun in my life - first music, and now, fashion." http://my.news.yahoo.com/china-gets-taste-avril-lavignes-sweet-rock-073004749.html it says "few chinese know that she is already married". To whom? :OO *Gets blown away by wall of text*
She was married to Deryck Whibley, the lead singer for Sum 41 but divorced last November.

What name/s do you think suits this girl (pics and description included)? Okay this is for a character. She is around 13 years old but she is majorly small for her age and you'd be forgiven for mistaking her for just 10 or 11. She is very thin as she's had some eating-self image issues for a while that she's working through. She's the youngest and has flaming straight but thick red hair that darkens with age like many kids hair do. She occasionally curls it slightly though. Her eyes are naturally wide, almond shaped and emerald green eyes. Her lashes are dark and naturally long so she doesn't usually need mascara because she has the look as if she is. Her skin is not pale but not too rosy or tanned. She has light freckles littering across the top of her nose (across the bridge) and the tops of her cheekbones. With age however these fade like freckles tend to do. Personality wise despite problems with self image she is very loud, vivacious and sometimes very cheeky. She is the one to get into mischief and encourage others to have fun too. She loves to perform and is an excellent singer and dancer and can act quite well. She sometimes acts her way to manipulating people - she is a good girl though (generally). At school she has a short attention span and unless she is completely interested her attention span isn't much more than 20 minutes at a time or she'll start mucking about, talking etc. She is popular (not ridiculously so though) and she has many friends however she has only a handful of close ones and if you make good friends with her she is extremely loyal. However like I said she is very unfocused. She also can be quite impulsive and constantly needs adults to stop her doing stupid things as she often ends up hurt most often physically. Especially when she's young her approach to life is act now think later, not the other way around like it should be. Since she is the youngest in her family she is quite mollycoddled and her parents are overprotective. She hates it and tries her best to be as independent as possible but still needs guidance because of her personality. She is also extremely stubborn and fiery tempered, she will fight tooth and nail to protect those she loves even if that person happens to be twice her size. As for clothes she wears lace, bolder colours but NEVER pink as she hates it, stacked bangles (she has one gold not real gold charm bracelet her dead mother left for her), roman sandals, ankle high converse (patterned ones), bright coloured jeans usually skinny, black lace skirts, doc martens, brightly coloured stockings, feather, zipper or skull earrings, slogan tees etc. Her style is unique and bold. It suits her personality she isn't one to conform unless she really wants to which is rarely. The first thing that sprang to mind was Hollie.
Also, she sounds like one of those people who might go by a nickname. Like, there's a character I had once called Jessica Vincent, but everyone called her Vince. I think the same sort of thing might work for your character :)

Can it be a past life? I am a 32 year old heterosexual male. This is a dream unlike any other I've had! The realism was INCREDIBLE! I was in a nightclub from the 30's or 40's. I was sitting at a table when I realized that I was a woman! I looked down at myself and noticed a pair of very large breasts coming out of my chest! I was wearing a VERY tight silver gown that had LOTS of cleavage! I even had long blond hair (my hair is short and dark brown)! My whole body felt weird! I looked around and there was a man wearing a tuxedo sitting next to me (I had never seen this guy in my life!).I stood up and felt the tight dress pressing against my boobs, very narrow waist, and what seemed to be a HUGE butt! As I started to walk, I noticed how difficult it was because of the high heels I was wearing, and the tightness of the dress! I also felt my now long hair brushing against my back and shoulders. I asked a waiter where the restrooms were and I had a girl's voice! When I reached the bathroom I saw myself in a full length mirror and couldn't believe it! I was a very beautiful woman that I had never seen before (maybe in her high 20's), I had very large breasts overflowing the cleavage, and I was wearing the tight gown that hugged my whole body! I was even wearing stockings (I could even feel them swishing against the dress as I walked, and I had never seen these kind of stockings!). I had very wide hips and very full thighs; I actually felt them through the dress! I stared at my reflection and I saw every detail of my body and face (I remember it perfectly!). I had long wavy blond hair and even make up (I could even taste the glossy red lipstick!). I had long, bright red fingernails, rings on my fingers, bracelets, a small gold watch, a diamond necklace (which I've never seen before but I could describe it perfectly), and I could feel the earrings dangling from my ears! I stood in front of the mirror checking myself out for a VERY long time (what seemed to me like more that 30 minutes)! I could feel my breasts like there were MINE! This continued until a very attractive brunette girl (that I had never seen before in my life either), entered the bathroom and told me: "Is there something wrong Samantha? Victor is worried about you!" I just stood there without saying anything, thinking this was a dream because I knew who I am in real life. I was just waiting to wake up but I didn't! I wanted to continue checking myself out, but this girl (that was dressed very elegantly too!) took me back to the table. The incredible thing is the perfect detail of everything! It’s as though I was really there! As I walked beside her I could again feel the tight dress against my voluptuous body and my breasts jiggling with every step I took! As I approached the table the man in the smoking (who I assume was Victor) stood up and said: "Are you all right darling?" I answered in the strange female voice: "I'm fine, thanks." The other girl then whispered to me: "You don't seem like yourself Samantha". In that instant I woke up feeling very weird! It was as if I had REALLY been there! I remember every detail of the place and of the people as if I was just there a few moments ago! What does this mean? Was I in the past? Maybe a past life? Who was this blond girl? Can anyone help? I wouldn't put much in the comment from another on here saying everything seems real except the name. Samantha is older than the 1970's. It was around at least a few years before WW2 because my mother knew a girl her own age in England named Samantha.
For origins of the name see:
http://parenting.ivillage.com/pregnancy/babynames/name/0,16541,c9m,00.html?name=Samantha
If you weren't too scared off by my e-mail, I'd be interested to hear more about your experience/s.

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