I have been looking for a not too expensive plain white chair or love seat for my bedroom. I have a black, white, and silver ottoman/seat thing and i need a plain colored chair so it’s not too busy. btw, i’m 14.. i am redoing my room and i want it to be black and white with either purple, green, or hotpink walls. i havent decided yet, what do u think? green reminds me of summer 
but i like the other colors too! haha so give me ur opinions, and if u know where i can get a white chair! thanks
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I sit at my desk, pen in hand
Waiting for the start of a new day.
That’s when I see her; her Salwaar Kameez blazing orange.
She reaches out to me through the window, waving as she picks the cotton.
I watch her in her work,
The silken cloth flows like a river from her shoulders,
But the teacher shouts and I straighten up,
As she bends low into the barren field.
Again she looks; gazing longingly into
A world into which she doesn’t belong.
She has no sense of wealth,
But I don’t mind – my school can’t buy beauty.
And as the sun goes down on her day and mine,
She returns to her home behind the train track.
Glimpsing the river one last time I know
That she is India.
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I’m 16 and from the UK
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Ok for the pure of of having a church or maybe for the humor that goes along with making the fundies mad here is the latest on my church.Here are the rules for the House Of Max Power. 1) Sundays are spent watching football or whichever sport is on at the time. 2) Screw the starving etheopians the money donated to the church will go mainly for beer oh and condoms for people in 3rd world countries who have 10 kids. 3) You will pray to nobody and enjoy life. 4) Church bingo night will be replaced by a holy game of poker winner is “blessed” in a beer bath instead of holy water. 5) We have recliners instead of hard wood benches. 6) no kids allowed 7) More ideas…good ones only. This would really be a fun house but by calling it a “church” we won’t have to pay taxes. 
Choir books are replace by Hustler or Playboy. 9) The confession room is now the lap dance and pole danceing room. 10) Freaky girls can wrestle in the “Holy Beer Pool”. Pancake fundraisers are now steak and shrimp Saturdays.
sure Q…email me….lol….love ya
maxpowerism I love that Kat….come on people…no othefr ideas?
*other…….
See, i’ve always had a little crush on this guy , hes a grade older then me and i see him around school alot. i dont even think he knew my name . i wanted a way to gget him to notice me, so i told him that our mutual friend danny gave me a note for him , it worked. Aj finally talked to me , for the first time in person. we had no problem talking on aim.
after a week or two ,things only improved because he would smile and say “wassup ” as we walked by eachother. One day i was in my class and he was walking by , and my teacher told him he had a detention . me , liking him , figured i would go to the classroom after school to see him . when i went in he had his head down, and when the teacher said my name his head poked right up . my teacher and i were talking about how i needed a tutor.
the few days i came up with a plan that i was going to tell Aj that our teacher wanted me to ask him to be my tutor. he accepeted the job .
the first day i went to tutoring he was really shy , and so was i so it was kind of awkward.
the next few times ,he started touching my papers, tilting his body my way , asking me my plans for the weekend, holding my doors, and pulling out my chairs.
my friend sam, admited to me that he hinted to Aj that i like him , which isnt anything but bad news.
so if Aj knew i liked him this whole time , he must be acting this way for a reason .
does his little gestures mean he has a crush on me?
hes very shy , so how am i supposed to make the first move.
hes one of those guys that i feel is too good for me , and he would never like me .he has kind of nerdy friends, so hes not like a gangster popular kid, all though he has alot of friends.
the last time i had tutoring , we were walking side by side talking down the stairs when a mutual friend of ours gave us a funny look , and asked if we knew eachother, i said yeah , and she asked how , and i said danny and kept walking . i like him alot ,and i really dont know what to do .
The afternoon sun beamed into a middle school classroom, making the room glow orange. The sun beamed directly, however, onto a checkered board filled with standing pieces. A hand hovered over one of the pieces on the board, but pulled back to its owner. Its owner was a middle school boy named Dem.
Dem leaned forward in his chair, looking at the board with an expression that showed wrinkles, despite how young he was. His opponent, on the other side of the desk where the board lay, was slouching back in his chair with his arms crossed. He presented a sly smile. This was Li: student, chess player, Asian, and mind reader.
Li could see what Dem was thinking of. Next move is checkmate, Li thought.
Dem moved his piece.
Li moved his piece.
Checkmate.
Dem looked frozen as Li announced his win. Some woahs buzzed around the students who watched, and then some of them went to congratulate Li and some to comfort Dem. Most of them started to leave soon after, talking about something unrelated to chess, buzzing about their own business. Soon, the rest left.
As Dem and Li were putting the chess board back into a closet together, Li heard some of Dem’s thoughts: Who is this guy? I can beat everyone in the school except him! Does he mind read! No, I must be crazy. But, ****, he always guesses right. Bah, I may sound crazy, but I’ll just ask.
Li, are you a mind reader?” asked Dem, with a smile and a joking tone.
Dem thought he saw Li’s face not a tad bit surprised or confused, as if he were expecting that question. If Li were not a mind reader, Li would be both confused and surprised. But this may only be a coincidence.
Li took note of Dem’s thoughts, and made his own move: he did his best to look surprised and confused.
Dem realized Li’s reaction was late. Perhaps this may not be a coincidence, Dem thought.
****.
“No,” Li responded, “Are you, perhaps, frustrated?”
Through A Looking Glass. Will you comment please?
Her petticoat bounced as she was drawn closer,
wanting to explore what effect the pill offered
There sat a Hare and top-hat man chattering,
Her reality fogged, cups went splattering,
“There’s surely no room,” said the hat wearer.
She sat anyway, assuming a mind growing more clear.
Interrupted in any attempt to interject a voice
Inane the nonsense went on about hattering.
She wondered why more weren’t gathering
For this was a party, perhaps the guests were most clever?
Then she was taken, sudden, off her guard,
“Why is a Raven like a writing desk?”
The mad hatter asked, seeming quite bored.
She pondered for an instant her answer dismissed
But the riddle only seemed to perplex
And the hatter smiled, as madness warred.