Quick way to check for a misfire is listen to the exhaust note. Should be a constant "groan" if there's any pauses then there's an issue with spark. Always good to replace wires with the plugs just because removing them from the plugs can seperate the connector ... My exhaust sounds normal then like almost cuts out as if the car is about to die like im not getting fuel. The car kinda jerks a little not to bad but then catches and it fine.But whats throwing me off is. ...Alright thanks for the advice, im new to the modification aspect so everything is fresh info for me. Do you have any advice on exhaust or any sound clips I could listen too? 02TransAmWS666 is offline ...Does anyone think the mod. motor exhaust sounds better and louder than the 5.0, I have full length headers,mac h pipe, and 44 flows and still cant get. ... i agree with the OP. mod motors do sound better IMO. a stock 96-04 sohc car and a stock 5.0 with the same exact exhaust definitely sounds different. they both sound great but the 4.6 just has a sharper, raspier, louder sound - which is what i love. as for dohc's : i could listen to that sound all day long ( my fav ...Sounds like you need a Jeep Cherokee instead. .... Mods & accessories: blue interior trim kit cargo tray rear bumper applique. Aspec axleback exhaust. Pioneer DEH-P6000UB with painted Metra dash kit. Dog slobber on windows ...that exhaust sounds awesome...its so cool how they can just jump on the nurburgring. ... ugh.. in class now but cant wait to listen to this later this is my next car hopefully.. e60 m5 and def an eisenmann exhaust exhaust. ...V8, turbocharged (listen to that first rev spike), I guessing Ford, possibly a 2010 Shelby. Comment by tj99959 — October 13, 2009 @ 5:23 pm. Sounds like a little engine that revs really high. Love the chirpy tires. ...Does anyone know of a website to go to so I can listen to the different exhausts?People have said it sounds high pitched and farty in videos like a rice exhaust but im not sure where they got that from because it is a very deep gurgily yet quiet and classy exhaust system. .... Old 10-29-2009, 09:26 AM. JEA86. Senior Member. JEA86's Avatar. Join Date: Jul 2007. Location: Glen Daniel WV. Age: 23. Posts: 4188. Jeremy. iTrader: 73 / 100%. told you to buy it a long time ago... but no never listen to me LOL j/p. JEA86 is online now ...Check out my "GT3 style" exhaust tips. I used the RS60 "twin branch" exhaust tips which I had powder coated. The black valance piece (which is plastic) has been painted with a black vinyl dye. Looks great and sounds awesome. IMO definitely flows better ..... The guy doing my welding would not listen to my instructions and got the alignment skewed so it was difficult to get installed and the left tip is about 1/10th inch lowerer than the left but this will do for testing. ...I have borlas on now, should I switch to Flowmaster? a guy that heard it and said it sounds odd, like its not full sounding. He said flows with an h. ... Youtube is your friend. Go on there and LISTEN to exhaust videos of others. Then go from there. Problem SOLVED! ...
I have a rattle in my car engine when i do a cold start
I have tried listening to where is comes from and it sounds like it is coming from the exhaust manifold area.
here are my car details
Make: MITSUBISHI
Model: MIRAGE
Year: 1992
CC rating: 1,298
Fuel type: Petrol
Power: 59kW (yes i know, its not much, but i got the car for free)
I will take a picture of my engine and post the link soon
....and so I am afraid of this approaching anniversary.
See, I had gone by there and gotten her candy, a card, a romantic cd, a decorative candle, and some nice bath salts, and all for the price of just $5.00....how can you beat that? Well, she was happy with it, thrilled, in fact, until she found the receipt showing where it was from. Well, she was glum, but I told her it might not be expensive, but I had gift-wrapped my heart and given it to her on the day I said "I do", with the most beautiful woman in the world at my side.
I then told her about all of the things that I loved about her, how I remembered how she looked lying in the hospital bed, holding our first child, how she was exhausted, her face tired, her hair wet, eyes red, yet holding that precious baby...and all I could think about was that I was seeing what an angel really was. Most people think of an angel as a heavenly being with wings, but I knew I was seeing one right there in front of me, and nothing on heaven or earth deserved a halo more than the beautiful woman I was seeing right there, holding that child.
I told her how I remembered the first time I saw her smile light up a room, how everything else fell out of focus, and that then and there, I said to myself, "If I do nothing else in life, I'm going to marry that woman. I can't ask for anything better." I told her how I had called all of my family after she had agreed to marry me, and was so excited on the phone, that they thought I had won the lottery, and I told them I had won the best lottery of all, the hand of this woman named Lorraine. I told her that every evening, when I got to hold her, listening to the sounds of the night, well, that was the best part of my day, and that she was the best part of my life. How could I ever afford anything that could equal the gift she had given me over the years, the gift of her love?
She was happy then, and the smile returned to her face, until she found me playing the Xbox 360 and all the games I had bought myself after leaving the 99¢ store.
How can I make this anniversary better?
if you have seen or can watch a clip from the fast and the furious tokyo drift listen to the cars, they make like a lower but still loud rice grinder sound when the rpm's really get up there and i wanna know what kind of exhaust system i need for my car to sound like that and where i could get something like it.
When I was younger, about 12 (10 years ago) I was awakened to these eight repeating tones. It was a sound unlike anything I had/have ever heard on Earth. It was coming from right outside my door, in the hallway but it consumed the air of the room that I was in. I was extremely frightened at first, not wanting to even breath in fear that whatever it was would come and get me. I pinched myself to makesure I was awake and not dreaming, but it was way too real, I was not hallucinating nor was I dreaming. I just listened for about 3 hours until I was absolutely exhausted and told myself to just close my eyes and go to sleep. I woke up the next morning and asked my family if they had heard what I heard, no one did and brushed my experience off as a hallucination. I was upset that my mom didn't believe me, it was a frightful night and I was still a young girl, I remember I begged my mom to sleep in her room but she told me no and so I bravely slept in my room the next night.
A little surprise but not really, I awoke around the same time to the exact same tones. I can still hum the exact melody. How could i forget it, it repeated over and over for hours!...well the second night I only stayed awake and listned for about a hour because the night before I had exhausted myself (the whole time thinking to myself what it could be, aliens was my thought and just trying to remain as still as possible so I wouldnt alert whatever it was of my precense). I woke up the next morning only this time did not mention a thing to my mom about it because if she didnt believe me the nightbefore she surely would not believe me this time)
Since those two night, the 'music' which sounded as closely as I can describe to anything i've ever heard as xylophone tones, never came again. Never again, since those two nights.
I always said it was one of the mysteries of my life because I just do not know what to make of it. I know what I experienced truly happened, but what I wonder is what it was and what the purpose of it was. It surely had to have had an effect on on me in some way, I mean I listened to it consciously for about 5 hours+ over the two nights. I have a theory that It was someone trying to help not harm me, maybe helping me open my pineal gland, or allowing me in the future to be of some assistence. Or maybe communicating in a way with me that I do not consciously know about.
My question is really, does anyone have any idea what I may have experienced, and what they were trying to do or say to me?
Heart beating, mind racing, sweat pouring, lungs ready to explode, she had to stop, she wanted to stop but her body was surging forward, no longer under her control. The sky had turned darker, street lamps flickered on and shadows seemed to loom. Finally she slowed to a gruelling halt, her chest heaving, desperately drawing in oxygen. She slumped to the floor and moaned as she thought again about what had happened, her head in her hands and her legs shaking as she tried to make sense of what would now become of her life.
Earlier on that day, Jess had gone by the hospital to pick up her final results and had learned that all was definitely not well. An hour later she had left, trembling with fear. She walked home, not concentrating on what was happening around her at all, her body in shock and so many unknown feelings spinning around her head. As she walked down the path to her house, with what felt like a dead weight in her stomach she made her decision, she wouldn’t share with anyone what she knew, no one, she didn’t want anyone to know, no –one to judge her, look at her different, and especially not any-one to pity her, even the thoughts made her shiver with disgust, she could never let anyone know, ever.
With a deep breath, she forced a smile and turned the key in the lock. She knew he would be there already, she knew he’d probably be cooking something special for her, that’s just what he was like, and she was right. So they sat, eating together, sharing snippets from their morning and plans for the weekend, but Jess was on auto pilot, inside her head she just could not settle. She couldn’t do this, but she had to, she really had to. As they were clearing away, he asked her the dreaded question.
‘Hey, baby, what’s up?’ he asked her. ‘You seem distracted Jess, stressed’
‘Nothing, Mark, just had a difficult day’ she replied. ‘Work was mad’
The children, at the playgroup she worked mornings at, were hyper this close to Christmas, and it was their last day of term. He seemed fine with that and carried on, planning to go shopping that weekend to get the last minute presents and perhaps go up to her mums, hadn’t seen her for a while, which was true she knew, but she couldn’t concentrate. The phone rang and Mark passed it to her, mouthing ‘mum’. She inwardly groaned as she began to listen to her mum,
‘I never see you lately Jess’ she moaned. ‘Would you believe I was trying to shop this morning and all these mothers pushing their buggies think they have priority, I’m telling you, you just wouldn’t have believed it, and I parked in that multi storey you know the new one?’
‘Jess?’
‘Yes mum, I am still listening’, and she really was but she just couldn’t muster up the energy to sound interested.
‘Well, they have raised their prices, it’s so expensive these days, its daylight robbery I am telling you, and Jess, try to cheer up, it is Christmas soon you know.’
She silently screamed to herself ‘of course I know it’s Christmas’. She knew to say anything would just made it worse, but how could she start to enjoy something like that whilst trying to comprehend what was happening to her. She rang off and sat down. Mark sat down too and began talking about where they could go next year on holiday as they hadn’t yet booked anything; Jess began her silent screaming again.
‘Next Christmas, baby, maybe we should go away or something?’ Mark asked her, but before she had a chance to reply he carried on. ‘Oh, but I guess we need to remember the wedding would be the following year, and we really need to keep saving all our money for that’
Jess felt like she’d been hit by a truck, all of a sudden she froze, in her shock it hadn’t even crossed her mind, but the wedding, her wedding, in just under two years, to Mark, her long term boyfriend. She couldn’t hear him anymore, all she could hear was a voice in her head, ‘you might not even be here then Jess, you might not even be here….’ That’s when she said she had to get some fresh air, and she ran, she had ran so fast and so far that it had got dark and she had left the village.
She didn’t feel like crying, she didn’t feel any anger or any fear, she didn’t really feel anything at all. She knew she had to pull herself together if anyone was going to believe that she really was okay so she stood up and brushed herself down, and turned to walk home, she was so thirsty now but she kept telling herself she could do it, just act normal, normal, normal, normal.
He was pacing the kitchen, phone in his hand and as she braced herself for a row.
‘Jess, where on earth have you been, you’ve been gone for ages, did you not get my calls, you can’t just run off like that, what the hell is wrong with you!?’
‘I’m fine Mark, sorry, I just don’t feel well and went for a walk for some air that’s all, don’t be so irrational’ she brushed him off and kissed him on the cheek, then walked upstairs to the bedroom and fully clothed, closed her eyes and exhausted, fell fas
Could anyone tell me which series they would get installed on this car ? Original 40 american thunder series Super 40 series or the new Super 44 series ? I tried to go on the flowmaster web page so i can listen to the sound clips of these mufflers but my computer wouldn't let me access that part.
Hello I have a 1999 Camaro with 104,000 miles.
The car has short tubed headers and no cat, just a y pipe that goes single in and dual out.
When I accelerate I hear a ticking noise coming from somewhere. If I take my foot off of the accelerator and let the car roll there is no sound. If I open up the hood and look and listen, there really is no sound.
Could this sound be an exhaust leak or vacuum leak somewhere, perhaps where the headers are and where the cat should be?
I KNOW IT'S EXTREMELY LONG. I JUST HAVE A LOT TO SAY. YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ ALL OF IT. JUST SKIM IT, PLEASE, AND GIVE ME SOME ADVICE.
This year of school, so far, has been nothing but hell. My teachers are BEYOND insensitive. I've already got into little verbal fights with three of my teachers this year. I feel like they don't understand anything. They just always think they're right, and they never listen to my reasoning. And then I tell my parents and friends about what the teachers say, and they think my teachers are crazy too. It's ridiculous. And then there's my class. I got stuck in the "smart" class because I have good grades. And, believe me, I have some really good friends that are just as smart as me, but none of them got into my class for some reason. Now I'm stuck with all these random smart kids, who I've barely ever spoken to. I have about two friends in my class, and I'm not even that close with them. We started a project in Social Studies and we're supposed to work with a partner, but I got stuck alone, because everyone already has a good friend in the class. So now I have to do this huge project by myself, and it's due in like 3 days, and I'm so stressed. I mean, I would be friends with the kids in my class if I could, but I know a fair amount about each person in my class, and there's no one who I would really ever want to be friends with. And then, on top of that, half the kids at school think I'm emo and are, like, afraid of me, or something. They don't even know what emo means. They think I'm emo because I wear skinny jeans and usually dark colors, and I have side bangs, and I don't listen to pop music. And then I hear them calling other people emo, because they're depressed. Like, what the hell? Being depressed does NOT mean you're emo AT ALL. I' am so sick of the kids at my school. I mean, yeah, I have friends, but I barely get to see them, because none of them are in any of my classes. And then, of course, there's all the work I get. It seems endless. I don't wanna sound like just another whiny kid, but I can't seriously be expected to do all this work. I wake up, go to school, work, work, work, work, get home, lay down on my couch for about a minute, because I'm extremely exhausted, then drag myself to my feet, and start doing my homework. And then when I'm done....... I go to sleep. And then I wake up, and I go to school. It's just an endless cycle. I have absolutely no enthusiasm for school at all. I just go from class to class, try to stay awake, try to get some work done, and then go to another class. I don't feel like I'm doing anything. It just feel like a mindless schedule. And then a weekend comes, and I think "Yes! Finally, a weekend!" But I still get homework over the weekend, and when I'm not working I'm sleeping or playing video games, or listening to music. I have no energy to call my friends and hang out. I'm just sick of this cycle! I want to get out! I don't know what to do, I just constantly feel horrible, and completely apathetic, and like I want to die. What do I do?
No, it's not that my classes are hard. The only advanced class I take is Algebra. There aren't any other advanced classes that are possible to take, because I'm in 8th grade. It's not that the work is difficult, I understand it. It's just that a lot is expected, and I have to get a lot of work done every night. I think everything would be a lot easier if I was happier with everything, but it's too late in the year to switch classes. Also, to Wendell, I have no idea why you think school is the easiest thing in life. You've obviously never been to a school like mine. You just sound like another teacher or parent or something who thinks I'm just whining. Seriously, there's a lot of pressure in my school, from the students and the teachers. It's hard to handle, especially when you're only 13. And how can I not be so serious about my youth? It's extremely important. Every grade I get affects my future. I have to be serious. It's not really a choice.
I will never forget this experience as long as I live. It was back in about 1999, I was around 12 years old. I had my own room at the time and woke up around midnight to what I can as closely describe as xylophone tones. I immediately was overwhelmed with fear, the tones which were a repetition of 8 notes, (I can still hum them) were coming from outside of my doorway. Thoughts started flooding to my head what was going on, what is it, am I hallucinating?! I was/am a smart girl and i pinched myself and said 'you are not hallucinated' you are definitely awake and this is real and happening. I didnt want to move let alone breath for the fear that whatever it was, was going to come and get me. I used to watch unsolved mysteries and so I was familiar with alien abduction so I thought it was probably aliens.
Well, what i did was just layed as still as I could and just listened, I couldn't fall back asleep for about 3 hours until I was absolutely exhausted and I finally just said Laur, close your eyes and just go to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to peace and quite and I raced to my mom and told her what happened and asked if anyone else had heard what I heard. She said I was probably just hallucinating because no one did. I was soooo mad! I was like no! I wasn't! I even pinched myself to makesure I wasn't lol and so somehow I ended up sleeping back in my room again, I must have been brave. But sure enough, at around the same time at night, the tones came again. Same 8 sounds, repeating. It was almost like a mermering through the air but what seemed like was coming from outside in the hallway. This night I just listened for about a half hour to a hour and just said to myself at that point that it wasnt going to get me, or harm me, so just go to sleep because it was a scary situation and I had absolutely exhausted my self the night before with all the thoughts and strategy I was doing. So I went to sleep, and woke up and didn't mention a thing to my mom about it because I wasn't about to be told I had just hallucinated again. And the experience never happened ever again after thouse two nights. I put it in the back of my mind growing up as just the 'a mystery of my life' and didn't really think about it until I read the book in college, 'The Things They Carried', where the author mentions a story about 7 soldiers that were on a listening mission in the jungle of Vietnam all heard these xylophone sounds. I defintely circled the page cuz it was the first time I had ever come across someone that may have experienced something similar to me.
I still to this day do not know exatly who or what it was, and what the purpose of it was. But I really would like to know. If anyone has any knowledge about who or what it was that I experienced and what the purpose of it was, I would appreciate it so much! Thank you.
When he was younger and got hurt, I followed Dr. Sears' view and always sympathized but now, even when he is in pain, he is usually met with my irritation when he's hurt b/c he didn't listen to me. For example, I tried to get him to nap today but it didn't work (I tried for 2 hours). I was exhausted as I had chaperoned his preschool to Chuck E Cheese this morning. He kept jumping on top of me on the bed though I told him not to. Next thing I know he somehow fell off the bed and did the silent cry (we have hardwood floors). I picked him up and then said angrily "How many times have I told you to be careful!" and rather than sympathizing with him, just lectured him. I'm getting sick of him not listening to me and getting hurt. On the other hand, I do want to be sympathetic. What is the best approach? I did say to him that I was sorry that he got hurt but I couldn't help sounding angry and irritated.
okay so this is my first time writing a college essay it may not be the best but please revise it and see what i can do to improve it.
btw my essay is about how my son changed my life :))
here it is:
The eyes of the angel looked straight at me, innocence indescribable. My heart lifted with emotions I’ve never experienced, a feeling that will last forever. It had been 3:20 Sunday morning; warmth filled my cheeks with every tear streaming down as I held him for the first time. The pain was unbearable but I managed to pull through for him, four hours of my life that turned all my dreams and goals around. Everything felt unreal; I knew my life would change forever. This angel sent from above will leave footprints behind me everywhere I go.
I never quite knew what people meant when they said a love for a child is unconditional, until now.
I looked at the red light outside the window, I kept hearing voices but the pain blocked out the sound, could this really be happening to me? I could hear the doctors and nurses talk but I did not listened to what they were saying, my mind was focused to the thought of being a new mother. Pulse racing, pressure rising up, hands shaking, feet curling, everything felt like a dream and there was no waking up. As the hours went by, my body grew exhausted, the nurse shouted out “Your almost there!” but I knew I wasn’t. The time passed by in a slow pace and I could not bear it.
Soon the pain was over and the time went by faster, after four hours it was over. Nine months of anticipation was over, my life will no longer be the same. Soon I was holding my own flesh and blood; this fragile human being was mine to look after. I no longer was I looking after my future but my son’s. Cradling him in my arms, my tears hit the sheets like a steady beat, meeting him for the first time I already loved him with a burning passion I would think only a mother would know. Through all the new experiences and feelings, I will watch my son grow and I will show him through my mistakes how to be the best person he can be.
I realized that overcoming the obstacle of being a mother at a young will be a challenge however, I am determined to be the best not only for me but for my angel. Through the nine months of waiting for him to arrive I learned how to grow up and mature. I learned how to learn from my mistakes, making me a stronger, better person. I know what it means to have unconditional for a child. Gazing into his eyes I knew he will follow me wherever I go, with his footprints that will follow behind me, I no longer will be alone.
I have pretty much always had a hard time sleeping but it is getting much worse with time. It has always taken me a long time to fall asleep (at least an hour or 2) but in the past few months I haven't been able to fall asleep before 2:30am... then 4:30... lately 6:30... last night I didn't sleep AT ALL. I lay there exhausted yet wide awake.
And I do not feel rested because I am not usually deeply asleep. I toss & turn, I get up to go to the bathroom... my whole night is interrupted many times over. I am 27 and otherwise in good health. I don't drink or smoke at all. I do have a restless mind, and I can't make my inside voice stop talking, I can't stop thinking at a million miles an hour.
During the day I feel extremely fatigued of course, and irritable.
I otherwise feel like I'm doing the right things: i.e. I don't watch tv before bed, I'll read a while, at least an hour, or until my eye lids get heavy. I don't drink coffee before bed (I actually rarely drink coffee, I'm a tea person, & when I do it's earlier in the day) so like I said hot tea every night, which is supposed to be soothing (& btw even when I wasn't drinking tea at night I would still get up to go to the bathroom, so I don't think that's a problem,) I listen to soothing cd's, like rain sounds... I don't know what else I could possibly do!!
This has affected me so much, because I can't concentrate, which affects school and work, I'm irritable and cranky which affects my relationship, and overall happiness... I'm thinking of taking sleeping pills, something I have avoided for years, but I can't take it anymore. Do you have any experiences with them? Which brand do you recommend? Which are not habit-forming - If that even exists?... would going to a sleep clinic help? Are there home remedies you KNOW work?
Any info will be greatly appreciated! Thanks!
Hey guys, thank you for your answers so far. Just a few more pieces of info. The tea I drink has no caffeine, and hot drinks are supposed to help. I can't drink milk though.
I do listen to the soothing music which has definitely helped but lately isn't cutting it anymore.
I hadn't heard about eating before bed, but wouldn't that just refuel you?
I hadn't heard about taking melatonin either but I guess that makes sense. I'm thinking of just going to a sleep clinic, but I'll keep that in mind, it sounds like a good idea.
Yes I am definitely stressed but I always am, it's become part of my personality. It sucks, but I can't help it. The music was supposed to distract me from my thoughts. I've tried meditating but I haven't really caught on. My reading is kind of my soothing moment before bed. I am guilty of using the internet late though. My sleep cycle is now all messed up to where I am not tired until late, so I go to sleep late.
The shower does help relax.
I'm not too bad about fat & salt in my diet, I don't drink caffeinated drinks AT ALL (NO soda EVER, only water & decaffeinated tea, and RARELY a small coffee) but I AM suspicious about my blood sugar levels... how would that affect my sleep?
Thanks for the last few answers too, they were great. Yeah I think it's stress, but I've never known how to get that under control. I'll try what you suggested though in the meantime because I can't afford going to the clinic yet. Another suspicion I had for my day-time extreme fatigue, lethargy, & energy crashes was that I could be diabetic, anemic, or hypoglycemic. Have to get that tested as well! Whenever I can afford to... Though it could all stem from my poor nights' sleep, because that for sure happens. And if I do take some kind of supplement I'll take the natural kind & start with half the dose because I also am very small. Arr I hope it works!
had my first son 3 months ago and ever since I just have been different. I found that I am overprotective of him I watch how everyone handles him, and the worst is when someone says I want to borrow him or take him out of town I literally lose it inside. Mostly this is from his grandparents as far as them wanting him to keep him already. My bf said well they are used to having all their grandchildren stay with them while the parents were out and about. I told him I am not the kind of person to just want to leave my child with anyone unless its neccessary like if I need a sitter and he most definitely wouldnt be leaving out of town with them unless the father and I accompany him. My mother use to drop me off all the time at my grandmoms even just for no reason and I hated it but grew very close to my gmom as I grew older..but now I am not close to my mother at all. my gmom basically raised me which is why I guess I feel so strongly about not having them watching him all the time unless neccessary. Its like i want my baby to myself I just want the father and I to be a family and Im not used to everyone coming out of nowhere and being involved in our lives 24/7...I have always been a private independent person.
Thats just how I feel as far as my comfort level. When they make these comments about keeping him i just laugh and smile and they laugh but I know they are serious. Maybe when hes a whole alot older or when I feel comfortable but defintely not now.
Every since i have given birth I just feel overwhelmed from day one with visitors and people wanting to constantly visit in the hospital at home. I had a emergency csection and let me tell you I didnt want to see anyone! I could barely walk to the bathroom..I end up having a longer recovery because I was constantly on my feet. I sufffered from the baby blues for a while and it wasnt because of the baby it was from everyone in my ear on top of handling the new responsibility of motherhood. Now with my family I told everyone I wanted 2 weeks to bond with my new baby then they can come visit but his family wanted to come over the next day when we came home from the hospital. I was in the hospital for 5 days and couldnt wait to bring him to have him to myself. They wanted me to bring him over to see him mind u i still had ankles and feet the size of an elephant hormones going crazy and felt like a truck ran over my belly.I told everyone I prefer they come and visit before and still now because they drive. its just exhausting I work full time my bf works 2 jobs why cant they visit us when its conveint? Why do I feel this way? Sometimes they call last minute and ask to come over and they are like blocks away. Then the advice its drives me crazy! I actually stopped visiting them with my child because I dont want to listen constantly about how they feel about what he has on or how we are doing this or that it really bothers me especially since I dont ask. My mother does the same thing but i can tell her how I feel. I just feel differently towards them.
How can I say hey I dont want him to stay out or spend the night or go out of town with you right now in a nice understanding way. Without sounding crazy which is how I feel. How long did you feel this way?
Prologue:
My life speckled black and white. The memories all faded to darkness. My years of being myself traveled down the depths of depression. Until I found you, the dream of my life. The one in my heart. You were always there. But with one last kiss still lingering on my lips, you were gone and Maybe time could rewind, maybe I could see what was to come, maybe I could still be the person I once was. The person who was human.
Chapter 1: Awakening
When I got home from school, I signed onto my favorite emo website, which I was addicted to. I had two new messages from one of my friends, Emmie. I clicked on the inbox link and read the messages out loud. One of the messages was an reply telling me about her favorite bands, Metro station and Bullet For My Valentine. I clicked on the second message and scanned through the words, I ran across the word vampire, so I started to read the entire thing again.
Tia, there’s something that I have to tell you that might freak you out. No I’m not a perv, LOL but this is seriously a secret I’ve kept from my family and everyone else. And I chose to tell you because, you are like my sister now, and I love you dearly. I’ve told you about my boyfriend Drake and my other friends, but I haven’t told you everything about me and them. I’m not mortal. Every bit of my blood is immortal. I’m not human, I’m a vampire and an half breed werewolf. I know this sounds funny, and you might not believe me, but I wanted to tell you this before we got any closer. And btw next Friday I’m going to be at my dads house in Wynne and might get to actually meet you. Tell me what you think okay. Love Emmikins
I didn’t know what to think, I didn’t believe in stuff like that. I didn’t believe in Anne Rice’s characters, so why would I believe in that crap? I signed off, exhausted from the school day, and checked my text messages. I had none, like always because I didn’t have many friends. Just people I called friends. Just thinking about Emmie made me smile. She was the only friend I had, and I was going to lose her because of what she believed she was. Or maybe she was immortal? Who was I to judge?
I signed back on immediately to the website and checked to see if she was still online. She was. I typed my reply. Being only three words, I Believe you. It took her exactly three minutes to reply, I was so nervous and a bit exited that I was keeping track of the minutes that passed by. We talked online for about four hours straight. She then had to take a shower and do her homework, but before she left, we both agreed next Friday, we would meet.
The week went by like passing scenery, on the day before we would meet. She told me things I should do, and not do. Stuff like moving around alot and breathing too heavily. Both of those caused scents to spread really fast and would make the meeting deadly. I promised I wouldn’t, knowing I probably would.
Being thoughtful Emmie invited the others to join us. There were about 12 more to see.
That night I went out and bought a new outfit. I didn’t want look all geeky and have lack of style in front of the girl who was all stylish and awesome. Since the next day, would be the first day of summer and it was already hot. I bought a cute black tee, and just some plain, dark denim jeans. I did look a bit good, but I wasn’t beautiful. I couldn't wait for the next day. It was like the first day of school all over again. I lied to my parents, telling them I’d be at a sleepover. They failed to realize I’d be spending a night with a house full of vampires and shapeshifters. As funny as it seems, I wasn’t crossing my fingers for good luck, I was checking each minute to see if I looked okay.
Emmie and her dad picked me up at my house. My parents were already gone to a cookout so I didn’t have to worry about them staring at Emmies fangs and asking how’d I met these people. Did I mention I’m black. So you would imagine why I felt so happy that they were gone. Because some black folks don’t just believe someone when they say their a vampire.
Emmie was beautiful in person. She had emo styled black hair, had beautiful coal eyes with a hint of brown, was about 113 pounds and looked very tiny and cute. She dressed like an emo, but she said she wasn’t emo at all. Her voice was girly, but lovely to listen to. It was like listening to bells or someone singing a sweet tune. Her dad reminded me of someone from a movie. He was a cool dad. He was also cute, but lets not go into the descriptive details. He had to work, so Emmie and I were going to have the house to ourselves, until the others arrived.
Emmie was everything I always wanted for a friend. Everything about her I adored. She said I had a very tempting scent and that it was really good. When we made it to her house, which was a two story Victorian. We took my bags to her room. Her room was vintage styled. Everything came from at least the 18th century. Everything belonged to her great great great
I wrote this because I was bored, I don't know if this is supposed to be a chapter, or a book I was just super bored so I wrote it. Don't expect it to be great, I just had nothing better to do.
Just tell me if you like it.
Keep in mind that I'm only eleven, so don't have high expectations.
The Book Report
Mr.Ronson’s fingers drummed on his desk.
“Why couldn’t you hand in your book report this time, Meredith?”
Listen, I know it sounds like I don’t care about my homework. I just don’t have time for it. Or interest in it.
You see, yesterday, as soon as I came home, I got a small snack, and planned to do my homework, like I always do.
But as I pulled out my math book, I realized it was a Tuesday and it was 4:30.
That meant that America’s Next Top Model was on.
I mean, I’m not usually distracted, but America’s Next Top Model was addictive.
But the TV show was almost calling my name. It was saying “Meredith, Meredith, come watch me!” I mean I didn’t want to watch TV, but you know how tricky TV’s can be.
And anyways, you learn many valuable skills by watching it.
Like how to do a nice posture, which one day will count as a grade in school.
And they’re always modeling in different places, which shows us how to get used to different environments.
Those skills and so many others are why watching that show will help fourteen-year-old girls in school.
But Mr.Ronson would probably fail to see those important skills.
And at 5:30, Miley Cyrus was posting a new blog about her tour, which I couldn’t miss.
That is also a skill Mr.Ronson fails to see.
Hello, I was reading her blog. Reading.
And he always tells us to be alert of the world, to watch the news, to read the paper- why not read the blog?
I mean, being informed about Miley Cyrus is much more important than doing a book report on Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Isn’t it?
But of course, Mr.Ronson would probably fail to see how important this skill was, too.
And at 6:00 was dinnertime. Mr.Ronson has to see dinnertime skills. You talk to family, bond, and have great laughs about my brothers D’s in school. Okay, this is just me, but family bonding was important. I mean I have to be with family, because my family is only home together for dinner five days a week.
At 7:00, I realized that morning I got my new copy of Bop the hottest magazine around. And again, I didn’t want to read it, but that was calling me, too. And of course, Mr.Ronson fails to see how important it is to read about Nick and Miley’s hook-up. After I was informed about the celebrity world around 8:30, I was so tired. I had a long, stressful day, and I was exhausted.
And Mr.Ronson Always says I should get a good night sleep. So I did.
There might be some mistakes because I'm not finished editing it.
Chapter One: On the way
I looked out the window in silence. I felt the pressure building in my ears- feeling so strong that I thought I were to go deaf. I ignored the pain... thinking about how my starting line of this life would be like. I looked over at the girl next to me. She was dark blond, and kind of tan. I think she had light brown eyes- but I couldn't tell right away. She was facing forward.
"Drink? Honey roasted peanuts?"
I stared out the window again. The stars were beginning to come out.
"Miss?"
"Oh, what?"
"Would you like a drink? ...Or honey roasted peanuts?"
"...Oh. Sure."
"Water, orange juice, Pepsi, coke, or sprite?"
"I guess I'll go with the orange juice." I smiled. I wasn't in the mood for fizz.
I grasped the cup and took the bag of peanuts. I sipped the orange juice- brain freeze. This juice must have been in the cooler for a long time now. The ice wasn't helping. I went to open the bag of peanuts and my arm hit the girl next to me. A few drops of sprite bursted out from the cup and jumped onto her sweatshirt.
"Oh my gosh, I'm- I'm sorry-" I stuttered "-I'm slightly uncoordinated I-"
She interrupted.
"It's fine. Really! I have plenty of napkins, I'll fix the spill in no time..."
"Oh. Okay."
"I hope you don't mind me asking- are you going to Kant's Board of Academic's too?"
"Yes... I am. You are?"
"Yeah! Awesome, I already know someone!"
"How'd you guess that I was going there?" I was confused- was I really that predictable?
"Simple. You have a pencil with KBA letters on it. You were doodling with it."
"Oh. That explains things."
"Yupp! I'm not a stalker!" She chuckled.
"Yeah, I- I know."
"Yes. So... what's your name? I'm Alexandra."
"Pleasure, Alexandra. I'm Brenna."
"Nice to meet you, too! Brenna. Call me Alex... or Ali! Are you irish?"
"Barely."
"Oh. I see... are you excited for this year at KBA? I love it there!"
"What? You asked me if I was going too- you said you already know someone..."
"Yes. None of my friends are in my classes. This year's schedule is totally different then last year. Sophomore year will be impossible! I'm taking AP this year- I might die."
"Oh. AP? I'm in Calculus... I guess that's not a class I'll have with you..."
"Oh, you must love math. You're a sophomore too. I wonder why sophmore's in KBA can take classes like Calculus so early. I'm not taking that early though."
"I guess you could say that." I didn't say anything about the other part she spoke about.
"Where are you from?"
"Clearwater Beach in Florida. We live in a condo."
"Cool! Do you go to Busch Gardens a lot? Or maybe Disney World?"
"No. Not really... I went to Busch Gardens twice... and I went to Disney three times."
"Oh, wow. It's cool that it's not too far. Isn't that a vacation place though?"
"As I said... we live in a condo. My mom works as a lobbyist in a hotel."
"Awesome! That's a cool job! Which hotel?"
Alexandra was very curious- she seemed like a nice girl. Too much questions for me.
"Shepard's beach resort."
"I've never heard of it."
"Oh."
Maybe my simple 'oh' would end her conversation. I was a little tired.
"So what's your middle name, Brenna?"
"Raychelle."
"Brenna Raychelle... That's pretty! My middle name is Louise- Alexandra Louise! You like?" She asked me with big, shining eyes.
"Yes. It sounds nice."
"Well, my name was going to be Alyssa Katrina... but my dad didn't like it. So, his choice was Kendra Ray... because he always liked the name Rachel, but my mom hated that name so he tried shortening it. My mom was going to settle for Alyssa Kendra or Alyssa Ray but my dad wanted Kendra to be my first name. My mom still wanted my name to begin with an 'a' though. So they both came up with Alexandra and the nurse's name was Louise. My dad liked the name and suggested it so that's how-"
That's when I stopped listening. Ali talked a lot- I really wanted to rest. I still had an hour left one the plane. Ali kept rambling on and on... I couldn't listen to this anymore. I had to block her out somehow... this wasn't working as much as I hoped though.
"Then they were hesitating if they should go with Alicia when the name came to mind because they liked the meaning of Alicia better then the meaning of Alexandra. Alexandra meant-"
I interrupted her.
"Ali, I'm exhausted... and my mom made me promise I'd get some sleep on the plane. I love hearing stories as much as the next person but it's getting kind of late, I suppose... maybe you can consider telling your story later...?"
"Oh. I'm sorry. You can rest... but it's not that late."
"Yeah... but Florida is so far from Oregon... I had to get up so early... this two flight thing is killing me..."
"Oh, yeah! Florida is really far. Like, since I live in Wyoming, it's not so bad because the flight is only a few hours so when I woke up this morning-"
"Alex. Please... I real
ly need to sleep."
"Oh, okay. Maybe I'll sleep too..."
She was lying about the sleeping. At least she'd maybe stop talking for five minutes. She's someone I need to talk to when I need to stay awake or if I feel like socializing for hours. I'll need to get her number so we can maybe hang out... I'll never be able to see a movie with her though. She can't sit still in a movie without talking for two hours and watching something. At least on the long plane ride, she can talk and she can do other things... she might not make it in a movie. The third seat in this row was empty... I was wondering who she'd talk to.
I slowly pushed back until my head reached the seat. I closed my eyes for some peace.
That's when I heard Ali talking about school with another girl and a boy. I overheard her... her roommate the girl she was talking to. The girl's name was Melanie, and their room number was 114 Limbust Hall. That wasn't my room. I guess my roommate would be a surprise. there is more =(
oh... okay. well i just turned fifteen so... okay. at least i have honest opinions. how so? what needs work? am i just a bad writer? because then i could just give up writing or start a new story?
I Was Wonder What If My Story So Far Is Ok
I was squished in the back seat between Holly and the suitcases that were pouring out the boot. Holly and Mum were asleep when we pulled up to our new home. It was massive, with a big front garden with neatly cut grass. The steps leading up to the front door were painted white and the door it self was almost completely transparent with different colours of glass. When our car pulled up into the drive, dad turned smiled at me and I smiled back . We got out the car and I took dad’s hand as we walked up to the glass door. When I walked inside I looked to my left and found a big dull room. I let go of dad’s hand as I walked into the room which would soon be our living room. There was a fireplace and a bookcase sitting in the corner collecting dust. I walked over to the window and saw mum and Holly walking out the car, there was an exciting sound buzzing form them, that stopped when they entered the house. Dad was walking around the kitchen inspecting it and mum joined him. Holly walked in, let out a sigh and sat down at my feet. I looked down at her and she had red blotchy eyes. It was obvious that she had been crying. Holly was my older care free sister but people never believed we were related. She had piercing blue eyes and bleach blond hair which was normally tied up in a high pony tail. In our old school she was insanely popular which caused our parents to worry about her. I wasn’t anything like her. No one ever had to worry about me for I was never popular and doubt I’ll ever be. I was top of the class in almost ever subject but that wasn’t a good thing either. Jessie Butler was the class bully and lucky me got to sit beside her in English. It was a living hell having to sit there beside her but now I was out of her reach I was free.
Holly was still sitting at my feet so I drabbed her hands and pulled her up. “Where are we going?” She wined as I led her up the stairs. ”We’re going to pick our bedrooms,” I replied with a smile. Holly ran up the stairs in front of me while I turned to face mum and dad who were . I raced up the stairs after her and she was peering in all the rooms to find the biggest. Upstairs there were 5 rooms. One bathroom and four rooms. I followed Holly until she found a room. It was the biggest room with a built-in wardrobe and she seemed happy looking around . I left her and went looking for my own room. The room two doors down from Holly was the one I decided upon , it was had it’s own bathroom and a view of the entire street. Mum walked in when I was looking out the window she came and stood beside me. I looked up at her and I could tell she wasn’t to pleased about the décor of the house. She looked down at me and kissed my forehead before leaving. When our rooms had be chosen we all helped get the suitcases out the car. We didn’t take a lot of things with us on the plane as the rest of our stuff was being flown over tomorrow. I carried me purple suitcase up to my room lay it on the floor, when I opened it a picture of my best friend fell out. I had met Kirsten we were in nursery and we had stayed friends ever since then. The picture was taken at my leaving party. I started to unpack my clothes and put them in the wardrobe. Wedged between my clothes was my laptop. I took it out and put it on to listen to some music. It didn’t take me long to unpack as I didn’t have a lot of things. It already dark outside and I was exhausted. Bed was what I needed.
I have another part aswel but not sure if i should post it as a qu? :S lol thanks for the comments x
This is the part i changed.
I raced up the stairs after her and she was peering in all the rooms to find the biggest. Upstairs there were 5 rooms. One bathroom and four rooms. I followed Holly until she found a room. It was the biggest room with a built-in wardrobe and she seemed happy looking around . I left her and went looking for my own room. The room two doors down from Holly was the one I decided upon , it was had it’s own bathroom and a view of the entire street the walls were a dark green which kinda made me feel ill. Mum walked in when I was looking out the window she came and stood beside me. “ Well it certainly has a nice view. I’m not to sure about the colour…” I looked up and smiled sadly. “Purple would look nice in here,” I replied then she kissed my forehead and left.
It sounds like metal so i thought it could be exhaust rattle, though when i jacked up my car the exhaust seemes pretty secure. I got somebody else to turn off the ignition while i was near the exhaust listening and watching and the exhaust did shake a bit with the rest of the car but it sounds like the sound it comming from inside the shell of the car even though i have checked in any empty areas theres nothing there.
Any ideas?
Ever since I was a child, the easiest way for me to fall asleep is to lay on my side and rock from side to side. It also helps to do this while listening to my iPod. I know it sounds weird but this is the easiest way for me to sleep! I've been doing this for as long as I can remember. It's like instinct for me. My mom claims that I did the same thing in the womb :S
Don't get me wrong, I can fall asleep my just laying still, like when I'm sleeping at a friends house, it just takes me like 4 hours longer.
The rocking back and forth with the iPod method works for me in too ways:
1. The rocking exhausts me until I am to tired to move and I just turn off the iPod and fall asleep within 30 seconds.
2. I fall asleep rocking back and forth and wake up with my iPod still on.
Anyways....is this normal?
At 22, I'm still very very young. I feel like I'm in between b/c I'm not this adult (or the kind of adult i'm striving to be) yet I've been told I'm 'mature" for my age so it's not like I'm on the same wavelenght w. everyone my age. There was this moment were (for once), everything made sense: life is too short. I'm at the best phase in my life right now (as ppl say). People look at it as, "hey time to get wasted before my resistance goes down" and I look at it as: "explore, be single, and workout, take good care of your body and be super hot (yet classy) before it all disappears. B/c life's too short I learned:
- to weed out people in my life. Sounds harsh but all tthe friendships i've had w. girls have EXHAUSTED me. My sister notices everytime I come home fr. a get-together, there's always some sort of lingering negativity. I also have friends who are only friends to me when they need someone to listen to their problems...sucks but I had to weed them out to. The best part about it: I'm at peace and I actually don't feel bad, as I should.
- Keep a positive group around you: i'm a family girl and though most of them are out of state, I make it a point to talk to them, send little texts or emails. I love them and I can never get enough of them
- Stay away from the limelight: B/c of the weeding out, I officially don't have friends. I only have one TRUE friend (which is all I ever need) but I don't have a group of party folks anymore (not that I ever did). It's refreshing to stay away fr the crowd or knowing what's to know.
- people aren't always who they appear to be, so first impressions are either a perfect piece of judgement or a total miscalculation
- be judgemental: i've always been TOO nice and it's gotten me burned. I've learned to judge based on how their verbal/non verbal behavior...and most importantly
- USE YOUR INSTINCT: I've always somehow ignored it and passed me by. I'm a clueless girl at times and now that I'm in tune w it, i'll just KNOW while an event is happening if something is bad or good...or just "up"
- Be spirutual: i grew up in a liberal Catholics family but I don't want to be considered "religious" b/c then there's rules and restrictions for everything (my personal viewpt). I have been praying alot and concetrating on a relationship w. God and I'm happier?
What were lessons you've learned? Any good advice?
I went off this horrible antidepressant (Effexor XR). It made me a zombie and caused me to lose my night vision. I was exhausted but couldn't sleep at night and was angry all the time. I lost my memory to the point where I couldn't remember words or names. Names of family!
So I went off the Effexor wrongly (abruptly and went through horrible withdrawal) and was so depressed but no matter how bad it got I was not going to go back on ANY prescription drugs and get in the same catch 22. Well, my ADD/HD friend who happens to be on a prescription drug that acts like speed (Aderol or something) kept telling me to go back on the medication. I kept telling her I'm not going to! I would recite the aforementioned reasons as to why. I would also repeat I'm going to follow a plan of no more antidepressants for a year and if in a year I'm still that badly off, I'll take them. I would talk to her once a month...maybe every 2 weeks but granted I probably sounded like a trainwreck every time.
SO to make a long story short she stops returning calls and then 6 months later she has the gall to say that because I wasn't taking HER suggestion that she just couldn't be friends anymore. At a time when I most needed friends! I think she's got an awful lot of self righteousness to do and say such a thing. After all, I was willing to remain her friend DESPITE my belief about prescription drugs and the fact that she was on them! I didn't tell her every time she was whining..go off your medication! It's not like I was on the phone with her every night talking about it either! I just can't understand a 50 something year old holding such an immature and ridiculous view. That view being, "If your not going to listen to me and go on prescription drugs then I'm not going to talk to you."
I'm quite bored. My husband's best friend lives across the street, so he's over there quite often. Our daughter is only 6 days old, so I don't feel comfortable taking her outside of my clean house.
I've almost exhausted the possibilities of things to do while she's sleeping. (Which is sooo much) lol
When I was this bored yesterday I decided to use the breast pump I rented from WIC and I pumped my boobs until they didn't hurt anymore. lol
I just got done pumping and I'm bored again.
I got the sound to work on my computer without having to use headphones. Even though my daughter is sleeping right now, should I pick her up, turn the music up, and dance with her? lol
I'm bored and I figured I'd do something to help my uterus shrink back down. If waking her up isn't a good idea, then someone please suggest something.
*I live with my in-laws, so this house is ALWAYS clean! lol
Help... bored to tears!
*p.s. she'll most likely go back to sleep if I pick her up, but the music might keep her a little awake. (I listen to pop music, stuff that's number one hits. nothing hardcore)
I was telling my psychologist about my home life, and she told me it sounds like they generally don't care about me.
I have an older brother (19) who's very sick (depressed for years, been in a mental home, etc) which I think is the main reason their attention isn't focused on me.
But, I'm told I'm failing school, they generally don't care. I get weeks and weeks of detention everyday and they don't care. I skip school they don't care. I run away they don't care. I don't come home for days at a time and they don't care. I cry and beg to be taken to the emergency room, and they tell me to stop being dramatic and they go back to sleep. I remember once I told mum I wanted to kill myself because of my illnesses (mental stuff) and she IGNORED me.
I'm not a bad kid, really, I don't drink or party or have sex or do drugs. I'm a smart girl, despite my grades because I have so many absences.
When I skip class it's because I'm too anxious or exhausted to go, not because I can't be bothered
When it's night and I talk to mum about my day she tells me shut up and go upstairs because she doesn't care. She does it in a joking way, but I can tell she really doesn't want to listen.
The pychologist told me I do a lot of this stuff sub-conciously for attention, how do I actually get my parents attention?
I mean, even when I do good stuff, like win writing competitions or do really well on a test, they care for about 10 seconds then that's it. Never heard of again.
What do I do? How come they just don't care??
Thanks V that's really good advice.
But, I have confrunted my mother about this and she will either say nothing, like just look away. Or she will say something like, "i don't want to talk about this."
It's not just recently by the way, it's been 4 or 5 years.
I'm 15 by the way and in 10th grade, but don't just judge me on my age.
I've been diagnosed with a few mental illnesses (anxiety disorder, OCD, depression to be specific) and I used to see a therapist more almost a year last year but mum made me stop seeing her because she said it was a waste of money if it was just someone to talk to. She didn't help very much anyway.
I am about to buy a 2010 Chevy Camaro V8. I want a real aggresive exhaust but not to powerful. I want it to sound like a true american muscle car, not some POS ricer. Any ideas, I listened to dynomax soundbits and I like the Glasspack and 2 chamber welded sounds. Basically in that range.
if u ever listen to an infiniti drive by u im sure u can hear the nice sound it makes i was wondering is that the engine or some kind of exhaust it has? thanks
Barely
I
Barely a furlong away
A Zephyr’s breath a whisper
You sleep like a cat curled content
Dreaming dreams that only a feline dreams
Hush it is a secret
And I a furlong away
Downwind alone in an unfamiliar room
Exhausted, awake and missing a touch
A hand a hug a desire
So sweet
Hush it is a secret.
The half moon says it is half past two of the clock
But I hear no bell
I do not think I will sleep tonight
When Aurora blushes the morning sky I think that I will stay in bed all day
And watch amorphous shadows transit the walls.
I listen to music to soothe myself,
Cradle myself in a lullaby of sound
And yearn, mourn grieve, scream, cry, die.
I do not love you, hush, hush it is a secret
I crawl back into my bed small frightened alone and cannot sleep.
I have buried myself deep.
II
Living is hard
Reliving is worse.
I remember the pain or a child forced
A child fondled groped
And four in the backseat of a car taking turns
And fifty more the same.
A walking, talking sex machine
A vessel a receptacle for male pleasure and
Their
Filth, still contaminates me.
Hush, hush it is a dirty little secret
I do not love you.
I remember at 10
Strapping my breasts with a bandage out of shame to be
An androgynous, asexual thing.
And the fear and shame that a period brings
The kind family doctor
Who spoke of me as a fat menstruating girl
Kindly sending me to a psychiatrist at thirteen.
Hush, hush it is a shameful secret.
It is not fair of me to burden you with my pain.
Pain is contagious and I am a carrier.
Do you curse me under your breath?
You cannot help me
You have your own pain to bear.
And mourn and let go
And heal.
Do I frighten you with mine?
Hush, hush it is your secret.
I cannot love you.
III
I do not have a home
A place where I can go
And sit and say
I’m glad that’s over
And relax
And let go
Let’s go
Let it all go.
I cannot love anyone.
IV
I can hear the water birds calling for their mate
Like you call for yours
And I mine.
Whoever they may be.
Or are they leaving because winter is here
And their children are gone and forgotten long summer since.
Do they mate for life like the wolf?
Like marriage is supposed to be.
What on earth was God thinking when he created lust?
Why did He create in us a desire that enslaves us with a need
For that thing that the poets and priests call Love?
Hush, hush it is a heavenly secret.
V
I have buried myself so deep I do not know who I am anymore but
I remember the feel of a steel-capped boot in my face and
My eyes swelling shut.
The crunching of bones as my body hit the wall the
Blood on my face and the
Gun to my head the bruising that kept me from sleep
And the release of the gush of bright red blood
As the artery was severed and my family shutting
The door in my face and walking naked
Out into the cold with nothing
But red socks and blanket with nowhere to go.
With only the scars on my arms to remind me
Hush, hush it is a family secret.
VI
I have never felt such darkness
One cannot love me or give me promise of the thing so why do I mourn
For something I know nothing of.
Forgive me.
You held me like my father did
But he is dead and in out last embrace
Rigor had already claimed him.
But you were warm and vibrant and alive and I
Could actually feel.
Something.
I stood near your door I was going to say I’m sorry
But too late I think so I walked three miles and it
Rained and rained
My shoe broke and I ached all over next day.
You do not look at me and if by chance
Our paths should meet
I wonder what you see
Would you like to exorcise me?
Do you hate, despise, detest me?
I cannot love;
Are you cold a frozen like Daddy?
Hush, hush
It is a secret
Between you and me.
Rowena Sweeney
I don't know where to publish it. I just wanted to share. It just came out at 2 in the morning - a catharsis, I think it is called. Share it with anyone - that is what I think it is for. Thankyou for reading it
I must add, that although I use my father as a motif, he was never abusive to me -he really is dead though, the poem is not about incest.
Oringinally I was looking into flowmaster super 44 muffler, but to be honest I don't know much about aftermarket exhaust systems. Does longer tubes and bigger pipes make it louder? Does the design (x-pipe, H-pipe, etc.) effect noise? Would it be just as loud if I just don't put a flowmaster muffler at all and just leave it straight pipes (if that's what it's called...)?
Performance is not an issue for me, neither is interior noise. Originally I just wanted to "amplify" the sound without changing the sound, but after listening to some clips of the super 44's, that deep growl just sounds so bad ***. So basically I'm asking how to properly make my 1968 GTO loud as well as give me an understanding of the different pipe designs/sizes and how they affect noise/performance. Thank you for all your help.
(BTW if you're wondering my GTO currently has turbo exhausts on it to make it quiet [the previous owner did that] and also the car has headers. Engine specs: 400 cu. inch bored 30 over with edelbrock performance intake manifold and carb
Oringinally I was looking into flowmaster super 44 muffler, but to be honest I don't know much about aftermarket exhaust systems. Does longer tubes and bigger pipes make it louder? Does the design (x-pipe, H-pipe, etc.) effect noise? Would it be just as loud if I just don't put a flowmaster muffler at all and just leave it straight pipes (if that's what it's called...)?
Performance is not an issue for me, neither is interior noise. Originally I just wanted to "amplify" the sound without changing the sound, but after listening to some clips of the super 44's, that deep growl just sounds so bad ass. So basically I'm asking how to properly make my 1968 GTO loud as well as give me an understanding of the different pipe designs/sizes and how they affect noise/performance. Thank you for all your help.
(BTW if you're wondering my GTO currently has turbo exhausts on it to make it quiet [the previous owner did that] and also the car has headers. Engine specs: 400 cu. inch bored 30 over with edelbrock performance intake manifold and carb)
i got water in the gas a while back and it ran like crap i had to replace the plugs and wires and fuel filter and a couple coils. now it runs and has the power to go which it did'nt back then but now im hearing this sound beside or inside my cataylic converter its shaking and my exhaust tips are shaking also. i first start my car up the motor shakes and vibrates and makes a ticking sound but it goes way i think thats the oil to lifters. but it seems like it still dont have that good acceleration like it used to and wats cause the vibration on the exhaust and motor and help is appreciated. Thanx for listening
What is the "Say," in "Say, have you seen my prize goat?" in the last line in the paragraph below?:
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He sat down on the ground, exhausted. Suddenly, he saw a goat running at him, full speed. He leaped up, and it brushed past him, and fell in the hole. He listened, but there was no sound.
He sat down again. A few minutes later, a farmer came walking up. The man asked him, "How deep is this hole?" The farmer said, "Oh. Thats the bottomless pit. It never ends. Say, have you seen my prize goat?"
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Although I assumed it's the same as "by the way", I'm not really sure.
What would you think?
Can anyone answer please?
Thank you.
Thanks all for the help! :)
Ok, I asked a similar question yesterday, but didn't really receive any informational answers. I know a doctor is the best person to give this, but I want to see if anyone can relate. I'm 14, and have GAD (generalized anxiety disorder), but right now I'm doing okay. A week ago, it was really bad since I was on my period and everything, but it's okay now except for the normal occasional worried thoughts, and of course, my thoughts about this. I have this pressure-y type feeling in my chest that is near-constant for the past few days. It feels kind of like an exhausted-burny feeling, but the burny feeling is very slight. It feels like I just ran or something. Sometimes, there will be a sharper but still mild, stab of pressure, and it could be in the center of my chest, or to the right or left, but the sharp feeling only lasts a second, then fades into the exhausted feeling, and is pretty occasional. I'm in good health (as far as I know) and have a blood pressure of 107/69 or less usually. I'm not overweight 5'0 and 90lbs) either, and when I listen to my pulse, it sounds normal. One or two months ago I went to the doctor and they listened to my heart and it was fine sounding. What could this be? Please help!
i have needed help. i am a girl, 15, now a sophomore. i am very unhappy with who i am. my self esteem is at an all time low, along with my confidence. i hate everything about my body. my face, hair, everything is all so wrong. and i am sick of being made fun of for it. i try to change it, but i cant. people make me feel like i was born the wrong way. i guess my insecurities read all over me, because people always use it against me. i have very poor social skills, i have trouble just talking to people. i dont have anyone to turn to. i dont have any friends anymore. And my family does not want anything to do with me. But i couldnt talk to them either way. All they do is fight, and it kills me inside. because i do care about them. at school, usually no one talks to me, i try to make small talk but i humiliate myself. when im not at school, im just sitting at home in my room. it gets to be very depressing. when i do go out and try to have fun, for some reason i always feel miserable and want to go back to my room. inside of me, i am usually always depressed. and i always have the feeling of emptiness. i am a skinny person, but i cannot control my weight any longer. one week i will have no appetite, and the next i cannot stop eating. its very weird. i used to have an eating disorder. but i have gotten over that. when it comes to boys, i wish to have a boyfriend. but all the rejection has led to me giving up. i try to keep my standards lower, but i always get rejected. i lost that "sexual drive", you could say. that i used to have. so relationships really dont mean anything anymore. so recently ive been trying to think of ways to take out all the depression, anger, fury. i have let my life turn into a worthless hole. its empty, nothing to live for. i used to have interest in many things. like guitar, cheerleading, track, shopping, all that stuff. but i ended up losing complete interest in everything i liked before. same goes for movies, tv shows, etc... i dont know if i should turn to cutting, because i know it's just harming yourself. but suicide, i find myself thinking about it all the time actually. i always say, what is my motive to stay alive? im only young, why am i giving up now? who would care if i did die? is there someone whose life is depending on me? but i can never think of answers. i can never make up my mind on anything, decisions have become very hard to make. i have a complete loss of energy. i used to be pumped and could run miles, and never want to stop. but now i try to run half a mile and i am exhausted. i have withdrawn from society actually. at school, all the other people definitely intimidate me. i always say why cant i be like her...or her? what can i do to my life so i will have one just like them? i dont smile all that much. my smile is hideous, but i try to give myself reasons to smile. because i know so many other people have things going worse for them. and i sympathize them much more. it is my fault i let my life take a hard left, im the one who is just dwelling on my own self pity. i want to pick my life up. but then i say, if i have a chance to change my life, why am i always so depressed? why is death always on my mind? i think so lowly of myself. i try telling myself im good enough in the mirror, but i always start tearing up, and i dont know why? i thought about moving to drinking and drugs, but i know that is a dumb decision. i feel like i have no one to talk to, no one to turn to. everytime i attempt to tell someone my problems, i jumble up my words, my mind goes blank, and i start crying. its horrible. i want help, but i can never get the words out of my own mouth. i can only really write out my problems. but that's only sometimes. so, i cant call myself the low of the low. because there is one thing i am good at it. and that's school,i have had my 4.0 GPA going strong. i have no special skills, but school is one thing that comes easy to me. i am very analytical about everything. i always consider the second option. as a kid i used to always be depressed. i was diagnosed with severe depression when i was 5, but no one really did anything about it. i dont remember much growing up, but i always find myself as introverted, very reserved. people must take it for arrogance. but its not.. i swear. i feel like im not good enough to anything. i have to be an internet lurker, because i feel like my opinions mean nothing. so i keep them to myself. this may sound weird, but i dont know how to have fun. i try many things, but nothing seems to bring the "fun". so yeah. basically this is about all my problems. idk if i am serious depressed or something, & i need someone to talk to that will actually listen. so any help is appreciated.
if your going to comment saying rude things, dont bother. i just let out all my feelings for like the first time ever, and sarcasm is not appreciated. i just ask for help, advice, anything. please? i don;t want to do anything stupid to myself, but if my
I've been dating my boyfriend for over a year. I do everything I can for him, I cook and clean, I help him with his assignments when I am exhausted, I have put myself out to be kind to his friends.
He has this one friend, who has been trying to destroy our relationship since I met him. I noticed when he started making little comments behind my boyfriends back. If I buy my boyfriend a present, his friend will say something nasty about it, If I take a photo of my boyfriend, his friend will say its horrible. There is alot more but I don't want to bore you. I have tried EVERYTHING to be nice to this guy, I have invited him to stay at our house in our lovely spare room. I have cooked for him, I spent New Year with him and my boyfriend (Which he ruined) I invited him to our house on several occasions. It seems that everytime I am nice to him he gets more nasty.
My boyfriend has shouted at me in the past and continues to do so when I mention that his friend doesnt seem to like me. He has called me names and banged his fists on the table, he says I am nasty and grumpy and that I hate his friends.
Last night his friend came over, and while my boyfriend was in the bedroom his friend overheard me muttering to myself in the living room (He was in the hallway) I said something stupid. I said "I don't look so nice anymore" I was talking about an old photo someone sent to me and didnt even know he was listening. He started laughing really loudly in a very fake way. I was a bit surprised to hear him laughing and realized he was laughing AT ME. he kept doing it for a while until my bf came from the room and heard him. My bf started to laugh too and asked why. His friend started acting (He is an actor btw) saying "oh sorry! oh.. i just cant help it, she said something funny" I got really upset.. because this was the last thing I can stand. To be laughed at in my own house. I asked them politely if they would please leave and stop laughing at me, because I dont appreciate it.
His friend said, "I wasnt laughing AT you, you're my friend and it was a funny joke, I guess you are too sensitive"
My boyfriend went mad, he started shouting at me infront of his friend. He said I am nasty and that I need to be taught a lesson and that I hurt his friends feelings. I know it was all an act infront of my boyfriend. He wanted my bf to get angry at me. It sounds sick but its the type of thing he would do.
I cant take it anymore, I wish my bf would believe me, or that his friend would get caught out, but no one else was around to hear him laughing at me or being fake. My boyfriend thinks I control him and that I am mean to his friends and too sensitive. I think this comes from his friend.. I am not too sensitive, when someone is laughing in my face when I am clearly upset I think it is justified to feel upset. He keeps putting ideas into my bf's head.
I slept in the spare room last night, I emailed my boyfriend to tell him how I feel and he doesnt bother to reply. I feel exhausted and heartbroken, I am moving out but I just wish there was something I could do. I can't handle being treated like a doormat and humiliated. The sad thing is that my bf truly thinks his friend is being kind to me and that I am just mean and nasty. I am not the kind of person to be mean or nasty without reason. Either way, I don't think his friend should interfere. My bf said I deserve to be laughed at for saying stupid things. This might be the case but I don't think its any of his friends business? :( Please help me someone.
When waiting at traffic lights or in a jam etc the car starts to shudder and feel like its going to stall, if you listen to the engine and the exhaust, it kinda sounds like the cars breathing (only way to describe it!) but it really does feel like its going to stall. Any ideas anyone?
I have a 03 5-speed Dodge Neon. The last couple of weeks I have noticed that once I get up to third gear some where around 35 mph my car gets really loud. I am not really sure where it's coming from. I have tried to really listen but it's so loud it sounds like it's coming from every where. I was thinking it might be the exhaust but thought it would be loud all the time if it was that. It's quiet when I am going less than 30 mph. However, once I exceed that the noise starts and becomes very loud. It sort of sounds like I'm crossing over a bridge or about to take off like a plane.
Does anyone have any ideas what is wrong with my car?
i am wondering because i was on the magnaflow website listening to the sound previews of the exhaust systems for subaru impreza wrx models, but there is no sound preview for a normal impreza. so i am wondering if a normal impreza would sound the same as a wrx?
Ok so the problem is, when im idling at a light the sound cannot be hear, but once i start the clutch release to giving gas, i can hear this fluttering sound but the sound stands out alot while driving between stationary cars that sound is slightly different, it sounds like the fluttering i said before, but added on it sounds to me as a shit ton of air coming out of the exhaust, but when I took it to my mechanic, he ran an exhaust smoke test to test for leaks and there were none at all, took my friends dad for a ride to let him listen and he said its possible a valve problem or timing chain or belt, my car is a 2002 ws6 trans am... any idea what this sound may be?
Couple years ago when I had health insurance the doctor ended up telling me I had an enlarge goiter from the ultra sound and problems with my thyroid. My thyroid doesn't stick out huge where u can notice it but myself and close ones can if it's acting up barely sticks out. Well for the last couple of years I haven't had insurance so I haven't been able to afford to go to the doctor. I don't know if I have issues or what's going on with the thyroid. Any how I'm wondering if any body who has issues can verify that it's indeed my thyroid. I'm constantly exhausted I don't feel like doing anything. I work a 9-6 office job where I sit all day n it wears me out. Everyday I come home n just feel like laying in bed. I'm always hungrey. My hands tremble. Mood swings like crazy. Constipation. Diegestive problems. Ringing in my ears. Achy bones. Just blah all around. Now my big question is my throat. You know how you feel when you are getting a small cold and your throat feels misty not scratchy but a level of it. Just feels like it will feel if u had mucus stuck. Of course I don't but I'm just trying to give an u an idea any how do u think that is from my thyroid. Thanks for listening byes
I just back from serving in Iraq about 10 days ago and ever since I've gotten back I'm easily startled by noises, especially while I'm sleeping. And even when I realize what the noise was and that I'm not in any kind of danger, it takes a long time to calm myself down, like my heart continues racing ,my breathing stays shallow for a while, and I can't stop myself from listening closely to every sound I hear. I haven't been able to get one night of restful sleep.
But tonight I was watching a scary movie and it felt so real! I used to love scary movies before I left and this movie actually wasn't that scary. I couldn't calm myself down and I actually had to get out of the theater because I was starting to get physically exhausted being on the edge the entire time watching it. I went home and started crying because the terror I felt felt so real.
My boyfriend who's been to Iraq says that everyone is super sensitive when they get back and it'll fade eventually, but I want to know if I really need help with this. How long is long enough to wait for it to fade?
We are both 21. He broke up with me 4 months ago, after a 2 and a half year relationship. His reason was because i was his first girlfriend, and although he loved me he said he needed to be "free" to experience other things. He stressed the fact that he didnt wanna go crazy and kiss lots of girls, and implied that it was more that he needed time on his own. He said that he hopes we end up together and that he thinks im amazing etc etc etc. Our relationship was good for the most part, but sometimes he took advantage of how much i loved him. I always felt i loved him more and he didnt always give the time and effort to sort out isssues, he made me feel like i had a problem when it was him.
I was so devastated because i am deeply in love with him. I have had other relationships and i know for sure.
Anyway, we still continued to speak for a few weeks via texts and internet. And then i found out he had kissed a mutual friend. I was so upset and we had a month of no contact. During this month i went out alot and kissed a few people, but then..
Then somehow we came into contact again, i cant remember but i think he messaged me or spoke to me online. Then it all started up again, we started talking all the time, seeing eachother, and even sleeping together (i know! bad move)
It turned into a big mess over the last few months, with fights about what the other was doing, who we were seeing. It was like we were in a relationship minus the committment. He called it "friends". It was easy at first because he wasnt really kissing other girls. Then it started and i had to deal with the person i love hooking up with girls that are around 3 years younger!
We kept having fights n not speaking for a few days. The most recent time was about 2 weeks ago, we didnt speak for a week and he turned up to my house telling me he had thought about me non stop and missed me and that he LOVED me. By this stage i was so confused, emotionally exhausted and hurt. I have been pulled in and out and its horrible.
Anyway, we were sposed to catch up last sunday. But he called me and after 20 mins of fighting he told me he had kissed a girl i work with. I got so angry because i have to see her sometimes! And she is very attractive and nice etc.. I found out she actually likes him, they have only met 3 times! (she is 17!)
That was the last straw. I have been crying for days, i dont feel like doing anything, iv let go of my appearance, im acting like a crazy person.
I sent him angry and sad emails and he wouldnt write back. Finally he wrote back and called me saying hes sorry hes hurt me but he cant be there for me when he is the one hurting me.
So iv lost the one i love and my best friend.
I look at him now and realise how much he has changed. He hangs out with a horrible group of guys who only care about "hooking chicks", the girls arent much better. He goes clubbing every week, wheres clothes he never would have worn. Doesnt listen to the music he used to listen to.
And finally, doesnt act like he gives a crap about me :(
Im so hurt and im having horrible thoughts like if something just happened to me maybe he would care.
I know i sound like a psycho ex girlfriend (that is what he called me) but he has turned me into a mess.
I dont know how to move on, im stuck in a rut. My job is bad and i cant find a new one, and my friends arent much help.
I know this is so long that you might reject my question! but i have no one else to ask... i just want some advice from someone thats been through it or someone that doesnt know both of us.
I just wish he would care about me, i did so much for him, i bought him presents all the time, gave him massages, wrote him letters, told him how much i loved him and gave him everything i had. And now its over and i feel like iv wasted almost 3 years.
I just need to know exactly how to move on. I wanna know how i can make him want me back too, even though i shouldnt i just wanna see him kick himself because iv moved on. I dont know.
I cant go out anywhere now cos im broke either. So going out and getting my mind of it isnt really an option.
HELP
The bathtub aka stock exhaust has to go
Looking for a nice purr not in anyway trying to emulate a v8 like some
Just want a nice sounding V6 I have listened to hundreds of sound clips and my two choices are
Borla or Magnaflow
Help me choose
Don't say flowmasters I only think they sound good on V8's
it's an 08 BTW
Hi-
I have no idea what sickness I have and its really weird. Yesterday it started where my breathing was different. Once in awhile, but rarely my throat would sound gurgly. I have a stethoscope and listened to my lungs but I dont hear any fluid in them. At night then I got SUPER cold and couldnt warm up at all. Eventually I went between hot and cold. Also, when I got up after a nap by body felt extremely heavy as I walked. In the morning I was hot and cold for about an hour at work. I also felt exhausted. On break I took a nap and after that I felt totally fine....until night. At about the same time as the night before I had extreme chills. Once I warmed up, I feel fine. Oh and I have a dry cough which doesnt happen tooooo often, but when it does it hurts my head. Any ideas what I might have?
The uhhhhhhh, anddddd uhhhhhh is ridiculous. He isn't Ozzy Ozbourne yet, but geez, spit it out. He sounds like a fool, and people actually talk about how intelligent he is and what a great speaker he is. Did any of these people take a speech class? He is fundamentally terrible.
Good answers--he's better than Bush? Well Bush totally sucked, so are you happy with one notch better than that? Someone asked "who am I"? I'm just trying to live my life without interference--I would never want to be president, because I don't believe in them. Why do we need someone telling us how to live? Maybe you do, but I can think for myself.
I have 2004 Dodge Neon. When I start it up, it starts just fine, but it has a rough idle. It will idle normal, and then the sound will sort of dip, as if its losing power, then normal, dip, normal, dip all at about 5-10 sec intervals. You can also hear it when you listen to the exhaust. When i turn on the headlights it also affects my headlights, gauges, tail lights, interior lights, everything. They will sort of fade in an out in 10 second intervals just like the engine and exhaust.
I've run out of ideas here. I've been told that it would not be any part of the ignition system, and it wouldn't be a short or everything would shut down.
Before i get any answers i just want to let everyone know that i have already replaced the battery from a 450 cold crank to a 525 and due to the possibility that it could be a voltage regulator problem i also replaced the alternator last night.
I have 2004 Dodge Neon. When I start it up, it starts just fine, but it has a rough idle. It will idle normal, and then the sound will sort of dip, as if its losing power, then normal, dip, normal, dip all at about 5-10 sec intervals. You can also hear it when you listen to the exhaust. When i turn on the headlights it also affects my headlights, gauges, tail lights, interior lights, everything. They will sort of fade in an out in 10 second intervals just like the engine and exhaust.
I've run out of ideas here. I've been told that it would not be any part of the ignition system, and it wouldn't be a short or everything would shut down.
Before i get any answers i just want to let everyone know that i have already replaced the battery from a 450 cold crank to a 525 and due to the possibility that it could be a voltage regulator problem i also replaced the alternator last night.
udpate: no check engine light. altn and battery are installed correctly.
ok now that i listened more carefully it sounds like its coming from underneath...maybe somewhere in the exhaust? it explains why i can only hear it when i push the peddle cause my face isnt right in front of the engine
I am really unsocial, I don't like meeting people, I get really nervous about it and think about it for days. I can't wait to go home if i meet a friend, or if someone wants to come over at my house, i come up with excuses and ignore them.
I cant call people either. I am insecure about myself.
I just feel exhausted when i meet people, I really want to spend the rest of my life alone, i never want to get married and get kids or have any contact with my relatives. My dream would to live in a house in the middle of nowhere.
I cant look people into their eyes, i feel REALLY uncomofrtable if i do, i just want to get out of there.
I hate it when people are walking behind me, it also makes uncomfortable, weird and unsafe, and try to walk faster.
I hate loud noices, this is weird but if im listening to my ipod and my mom is washing clothes i get afraid of the sound of the washingmachine, but only when i have my headphones on. Its the same when i hear a motorcicle outside.
I cant express my feelings in words, its even hard for me to write on a message board, thats why this is looking so messy.
I sound really weird when im trying to explain something, i cant put them in word.
I have OCD, its really bad, i wash my hands as soon as i touch something thats outside of my room and i have to shower when i come home after being out. I can hug my mother. I hate it when people touch me.
I do many weird stuff. Sometimes i have to count the words when im wathing a movie with subtitles, sometimes i count the letters too.
I cant sleep if i see that something is in the wrong place in my room and have to fix it or else i will think about the whole night.
And i have serious sleeping problems. I have been addicted to ambien for 2 years now. I usually fall asleep at 5-6 am.
I used to think that I was just retarded, but i did an IQ-test and got a high score.
At first i thought that i had Aspergers syndrom but i dont know now, i think i either have asperger or Schizotypal Personality Disorder.
The story is about a girl named Codie who is becoming a vampire and experiences different events no one would experience. She must find out who she is the hard way. Her family knows who they are and excepts it, but are keeping it a secret from Codie.
Please give me your honest opinion and if you disapprove, tell me how I can improve. Please do not tell me to stop writing vampire novels also because I am just writing what I write. Thanks!
I breathed a sigh of relief. I now had no sudden urge to attempt a total disaster that would ruin my life. How could I think this way? Why would I think this way?
I now lay on my bed staring blankly at the falling rain through my broken window. Compared to my tight room, the window seemed greatly large to any human unlike me. I felt a light breeze pinch my pale skin and finally realized I had been dreaming. My dreadful thoughts were unexpected and I then felt a headache coming on.
My dream had been a horrendous dream, but also fascinating. My clothes were torn, but no skin was revealed. My heart raced quicker and quicker and I found myself gradually stepping toward the forest I once seen in a movie, I think. The sky was ocean blue and the clouds seemed like waves flowing by. The dwindling branches of the trees dangled high up, ready to fall. The forest was full of life, just as any living thing would picture it. I then noticed where I was...somewhere I could be alone and enjoy nature and its life. I spread myself onto the leafy grass and gently closed my eyes. I listened to all the sounds around me until I heard a pleasant voice. The voice was a whisper of a million songs. I felt a cold finger tip stroke my hand and trace my arm. My emotions fluttered in my confused body and I then felt whole again.
“Codie... psst Codie... Codie!” my sister, Addison, woke me as a cool chill ran through my body. My dream was gone right before I could even open my eyes! “How’s that headache going? You’ve been slumbering for hours!” Addison always bellowed when she was exhausted. I sprung up and landed upright on the olive green carpet that was once hard wood floor. My parents were never combatable with wood so we had to pay extra to have the previous owner magically turn wood to carpet. I never noticed how much timed had passed. Even though it was only seven o’ clock and school didn’t start until eight o’ clock- Addison read my mind. “Don’t worry you won’t be late! Evan left his car in the garage in case you got…well worried” Addison said in an annoyed tone. “Thank you Evan” I muttered to myself. I paced through my minor room searching for clothes to where. I then felt my headache vanish and my emotions were settled. As I graved my study books from my dresser I stopped and stared at myself in the mirror. Why did I feel so different from everyone else? I have one nose, two eyes, two legs and arms, ten fingers, and ten toes. What is so different? I swiftly raised my arm to touch the mirror, but I realized that there was no real person to touch. Except for me, but I was not a real person. I was turning into someone that I never knew existed and now I am one of them, but what am I? “Codie, lets go!” Addison shouted from downstairs. “I will be down there in a second!” I shouted back. I let my arm free and I darted out of my room. When I met Addison downstairs, she was packed up and ready. Addison and I were both seventeen and practically looked identical besides our hair and eyes. Addison has deep exquisite gray eyes, while I have forest green eyes. I have wavy brown hair and she has straight blonde hair. Her and my two brothers knew everything about our family and I felt like I knew nothing. I knew they were keeping some secret from me, but I could not figure it out. I would soon learn who I was, but not the way I wanted to learn. “Lets go, we don’t want to be late” Addison muttered to herself. I dashed after her into the burning sunlight, closing the door behind me.
The story is put in paragraphs, but they did not show up in paragraphs on the screen. Sorry!
I am looking at purchasing this exahaust system. I want a better sound than my stock exhaust ,but have little desire to wake the neighbors or shake windows when I go by. The part number is 4368. If somone has these and can record the sound or point me to a place on the web where I can hear them. I don't want ot drop this kind of money and then find out it's very little difference. Also I live in the boonies so going somewhere and listening isn't really an option either. Thanks everyone
Love is the fire I see in her eyes, it engulfs my
soul an set's it a fire with a naked lust an desire
to hold her naked body close to mine.
I am over come with passion an feel the beast
within my breast pounding within my body to
let it out, so that it may examine an caress her
naked body.
But my heart feels another emotion that is as
strong as the first, it is that of an artist who
wishes to hold on to the beautiful form that his
eyes admire so. What is the finely bone feminine
figure doing to my senses? the colour of her eyes,
her hair, her skin, her lips, all beautiful shapes an
colours that need to be recorded but I curse my
poor artistic skill for my faith an skill are not as
strong as I would wish them to be to record such a
beautiful creature as she.
Oh how angry my soul feels for being born so inept
that I with my eyes cannot record such a radiant
beautiful women who can make my emotions race
through my body that so overwhelm me that I
cannot hold a brush without shaking my hands
seem not my own.
I release her slowly from my hungry embrace an
pass to her the gown with which she was dressed
in an beg her to forgive my clumsiness an mad
desire with which over came my soul an drove me
on to such madness, It was the heat of the day
which had made my blood boil with so much
passion an desire that I could not help myself.
I was embarrassed an begged her leave an I
started to go towards the door, I was praying
that her voice would stop me in my tracks.
I hoped an prayed that my lady would desire
me with the same longing as I felt rageing through
my own body.Oh speak to me my lady do now
before it is to late an I should reach the door.
I longed to feel her long hair laying across my
own naked body. To feel her heart beat next to
mine, beating as one in tune together while our
arms were holding each other while our hands
gently stroked each other's body, tracing the
contours an lines on each others bodies left
by our hap hazard clothing thrown carelessly
upon the floor. My imagination was running wild.
Then when I thought the moment was to late an
had opened the door to make my leave, my heart
stopped suddenly as I heard this sweet angelic
voice softly whisper my name. Oh heavenly God,
I prayed to myself she has called my name.
A sweeter sound I would like to hear an no
in an instant that nothing would ever sound
so sweet to my ears again. I would cut them
off knowing that I have heard an angels voice
call my name an I would be die happy, knowing
that nothing would ever sound more beautiful
or so good to me again.
I turned around slowly not wishing to brake the
moment in case my ears did decieve me, nor
my mind playing tricks on me at that precise
moment. For there she lay upon the sofa
naked once more with her arms out stretched
towards me motioning me beconing me to
come towards her once more naked form.
I watch as her mouth opens ever so slightly
an listen intently to catch her every word as
she whispers to me that she to feels a longing
an need to match my own an begs for me to
hold her once more in a lovers embrace.
Quickly I move to her side an take hold of her
out stretched hands in my own I place them
next to my lips so that i may kiss them while
I look deep into her eyes of hazle eyes which
are surrounded by her vibrant Red hair.
Such passion as ours cannot last as we move
towards one another, I let go of her hands to kiss
her neck an smell her perfume, an as I do she
starts to pull off my shirt in her passion an haste
she rips of its many buttons an they scatter across
the floor at our feet.
I lay down besides her an as one we let our passions
race to the surface, we begin to devour each other with
our wild animal like passion. We grasp each others
bodies our legs entwined around each other holding an
squeezing the other with such strength I have never know
before clamping on to each other in our frenzied embrace.
Then at last the moment of our desire reaches it's summit
an engulfs us in our heated passion. The heat of our bodies
cooling down after reaching such passionate heights an
leaving us both exhausted our bodies laying one upon the
other cooling down after such frenzied excitement.
Such is love, an life, with passion abated an lust satisfied
in the heat of the moment when we as lovers are over come
in the moment. Lost as we were in desire for each other
with no thought but the carefree abandone of two people.
One man, One women, niether one of us felt embaressed
as we gave in to natures whim an let our passion's mingle
together in this one moment.
Now we look into each others eyes an smile knowing that
in this moment that this embrace would be our last, for
niether one of us could ever let such things happen to us
again. For such passion could never be repeated but would
only
only lead to disappointment so we dress once more kiss an say a sad farewell.
The above should have been the ending but got chopped off. I hope you all like it.
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