Mah-Jong Sometimes my father would get temporary jobs decorating old lady’s houses within the area of our small harbour side town. He would come home speckled and cheerfully display his work jeans to me; “the sign of a hard day’s work”. He felt proud of the various shades of magnolia that repurposed what once was blue. At times like this, when I got home from school the house would be empty. At first I was delighted to have space for myself, I played Spice Girls loudly on my white cassette player or watched Pokémon on T.V. Eventually the novelty wore off, and when I’d come home to find Dad gone for work I would go truffling, snout in my parents papers to find secrets.Mah-Jong3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When I was ten I discovered the Mah-jong set. It lay in a small black briefcase-like box, unremarkable but it resembled other boxes in which I’d been able to paw through my mother’s old broken necklaces and pinless broaches so naturally I opened
Farting In Front of a FriendThis was on Experience Project, but it might have gotten deleted. Not sure. It was under the experience "I Fart". So this story is non-fiction.Farting In Front of a Friend2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I just remember that one night, my friend called me and wanted to see me. I told him I was already in my pajamas and I ate chili, but he said he didn't care and that I could eat whatever I want. So I went out like that.
A few minutes in his parked car after holding all the farts, my stomach cramped up, and I knew I had to release. I apologized for what I was about to do, then opened my door, stuck my butt outside and started tooting.
I said "excuse me" with each fart. I think he said something along the lines of "Wow, you weren't kidding," and to my relief, he didn't think it was a big deal.
Sonic Cake Sonic Cake.Sonic Cake 1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'll start describing my hairstyle. At first, I asked for a Miley Cyrus Style and I got it. When my hair grew a little longer, I had a haircut similar to Avan Jogia when he appeared in Victorious. Then I asked for a Haircut similar to the Beatles. I cut my bangs similar to Satsuki Kiryuin and look like a soft endless frown.
I don't have friends, not even online. There is a group of Otaku people in my city, I feel confortable around them, though I know I annoy them sometimes.
I am the kind of person that tries to keep a boring life to avoid feelings (Any kind of them). Though, happinness and sadness always sprout out of me whenever they find the smallest opportunity. Yes, I am the kind of person that cries if a TV comercial is "touching" enough.
I also cry when I am VERY angry. It's more like an alterante way to take it out in a faster way. And when I
Camp McCall Memories: NicknamesCamp McCall Memories: Nicknames3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
At Camp McCall, I might have mentioned that all the staffers have nicknames. The nicknames are given on the very first day of camp and, once given the nickname, it sticks for life. There are not take backs or redoes…once you have your nickname, it is your new name at camp. My nickname was Bambi.
The reason my nickname was Bambi was because, when I was 4 years old, I got lost in a fair. I ran all around the fair looking for my mom and dad, calling their names. Eventually I was found by a police officer who took me to them. However, when I told the other staffers this story, they instantly made the connection to the scene after Bambi’s mother was shot when Bambi ran around the forest looking for his mother. Thus, I was given the nickname Bambi. One of the things you need to know about our nicknames is that we can never tell the campers our real names. It’s all part of the fun.
Also, we can’t tell the kids the real reason we got our nickname. We have to make up som
BobbertI'm not certain of the year, but I think it might have been 2007, from about June until December. It would have been my last year of high school. I met this guy in a teen hangout in town. His name was Bob, but most everybody affectionately called him Bobbert. He was 22 at the time, and I was 17. He was childlike by nature, years behind other guys his age, but it worked because it put us at the same level of maturity.Bobbert2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What else can I tell you about Bob? Well, he wasn't very tall, 5'6" at the most, and rather on the scrawny side. He had freckles across the bridge of his nose, but only if you looked closely enough, and thick, short brown hair that would never lay flat. He had large hazel eyes with long dark lashes, and at the time I met him, he was growing a pointed goatee beard and a moustache. He liked to wear camouflage patterned cargo pants and button-down shirts, with black sunglasses. He had a favourite hoodie I remember he always wore, but I don't remember the colour anymore. Littl
My StoryWhen I was in 2nd grade - I wasn't much of a talker. I just sat there and daydream of other things as class went by. I tried to talk to others - but they would just talk small and continue their long conversations with their own friends. I tried to play with others during recess - but they would just ignore me as if I wasn't playing. That's when I started to feel lonely and just sat at the swings, enjoying the wind and heat through my hair, and kept swinging until the teacher blew the whistle.My Story1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
On the playground I played alone - it didn't bother me, I liked being a alone. No one can bother me and I can daydream. I like to watch others play while I swing high up into the air and watch them play around.
And did you know how long I've been on those swings? Almost 10 years.
I've been on those swings year after year - swinging alone and watching the others play Freeze Tag or Fish-On-Sand. I was never sad when I was left out - I felt neutral.
Then I had my first friend the same year...but thi
MoonblinkIt was Moonblink, that time of the month loved by lovers and other thieves. Invisible to others and even they could not see without red flashbeams or infrared goggles. Silent and stealthy, they take their pleasures and treasures as they find them, too strong a passion to resist. And once upon a Moonblink, a howl is heard in the darkness.Moonblink3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Lancelot Price 2014 July 1
neunzehn.Das ist das Schöne an einem Psychologiestudium: Anstatt herauszufinden, was die Liebe mit uns macht, mussten wir erproben, wie man Unterhaltungselektronik besser verkauft. Konsequenterweise kann ich das mit der Liebe nicht erklären, aber falls sich der geneigte Leser sowieso mehr für den Verkauf von Unterhaltungselektronik interessiert, will ich die Ergebnisse nicht vorenthalten. Angenommen Sie möchten in Ihrem Geschäft Gerät A vermehrt verkaufen, zum Beispiel weil Sie davon zu viele auf Lager haben oder weil Ihre Marge bei diesem Artikel besonders gross ist. Wie sollten Sie das Gerät im Schaufenster präsentieren? Sollten Sie nur Gerät A ausstellen? Oder sollten Sie Gerät A nur zusammen mit weniger guten Geräten ausstellen, damit A als das Beste dasteht? Oder sollten Sie es nur mit teureren Geräten kombinieren, damit A als das Günstigste abschneidet?neunzehn.1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Die Antwort ist: Sie sollten Gerät A zusammen mit einem günsti
Learning from FatherIt was moving-in day.Learning from Father2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
One of many in recent events, but this time it was a house; no longer a friend’s residence, or an apartment, but a house. And it was in the middle of the beautiful Washington woods.
We were the first people there. Trees were removed, land leveled, and a well installed below. An enormous pile of trash from an anonymous county gift-giver adorned our driveway-to-be. There was rock, sandy dirt, and weeds everywhere.
A few years later, we sifted the last of the problematic rocks out of our sprawling ¼ acre yard, and sowed the last of the grass we would need. The trash was nowhere to be seen, the pump-house looking tidy, the flower-beds bright, and the chicken coop standing firm behind the house.
As my father taught me, perseverance and care go a long way beyond the time they take to perform.
Battle Linestonight I was a soldier— held together nearly compact, but still hiding the wet tissue from your view. we cannot ever know how much you know since a month ago. how full your capacity valves go. your face close to death looks sunken in like too old fruit and somehow childish. I will never forget that look in your eyes with the machine shooting air into your already food-filled lungs— the panic of a baby who hasn’t experienced enough to know what to fear. your mind might have been lost in that last month, the last night of your life where you didn’t even outlive the void on the visitor’s pass, but I can hold the memories until my brain decides to follow yours’ lead. your breath smelled like something inexplicable— they tell me it was an overabundance of acid but I will always see it as the smell of death. my mother told me not to breathe it like your death was contagious. like it could catch in the back of my throat and blister up until I was a mBattle Lines1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
GoodbyeI remember watching the trees flash by. I see the green needles and leaves becoming a single blur. The buildings I know so well appear and vanish in an instant. I hear the words of my family, but I don't really listen. How can I? I am too entranced by what's around me. I'm too entranced with seeing what I can, remembering what's there, so that I can't forget.Goodbye1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The car stops, and for a moment, I can glimpse the world. The trees swaying, the flowers blooming, ducks sitting next to a ripple dabbled pond. It waits with a simple notion that it will stay this way even after we're gone.
Suddenly the car begins to move again. My joy from only an hour ago has gone; changed into empty nervousness. I see Mom at the wheel, my grandmother in the passenger seat, my grandfather beside me. I know now that these last twenty minutes will be the last that I get to see them. The last time for so long. Up until now that thought wasn't a thing. I was too excited, too happy for anything else. But with the mom
Two Years On dA When I first started here I never thought that I would stay for this long and improved as much as I have on my art It really does amaze me that I am here now. Two years ago I was just a lonely down on their luck person who drew to find solace in a world that I didn't like or even want to understand as I was not able to live as fully as I wished in this world that it seemed at that time to take everything away from me.Two Years On dA1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As I had been forced to endure a school change as mine had been closed, friends with self-harm and drug problems, my own personal problems of coming to terms with who I had been and who I wanted to be,and so on. I almost didn't want to make it some days because the world
as I mentioned before just seemed to like knocking me over at that time.
However after some serious consideration, extreme amounts of effort from myself and a lengthy network of support I made it. I made it because I decided that I wasn't going to give up that I j
Cat, out of the bagHello, friends of friends!Cat, out of the bag7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm :iconcopper9lives: — AKA Catherine, Cat, Copper, Cfisch, and various other sobriquets. I'm a proud redhead, veterinarian, crazy cat lady, and lifelong devotee of the sea.
In all things, I seek balance. I'm friendly, talkative, and love to be generous. I also tend to overcommit myself. Ah, well.
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I take photographs (because I cannot draw):
Lake Interference by copper9livesPurple Mountain Majesty by copper9livesElkhorn by copper9livesGriffin by copper9livesDiffidence by copper9livesGlowing Forest by copper9livesThe Horseshoe Falls by copper9livesEscher by copper9livesSuncatcher by copper9livesStatement by copper9livesLonely by copper9livesClose by copper9livesComplimentary Colors by copper9lives
And I dabble
Growth in Consumer SpendingGrowth in consumer spending was down to various reasons; one being the improved economy. Income tax reductions in the pound fell to 7s. 9d. (39p) by 1964 (from 9s. 6d. – 47.5p – in 1957). Purchase tax reductions on cosmetic, cars and electric fires fell to 25% by 1963 (from 100% in 1951). A broader range of goods in shops sparked more tempting, accessible consumer choice, resulting from having less tax to pay and from increases in real wages – from 109p in 1960 to 122p in 1965. The improved economy increased Britain’s confidence to spend. These reasons explain why there was a growth in consumer spending in Britain in the 1960s.Growth in Consumer Spending1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Resulting from the improved economy, working conditions then improved. The government provided help for agriculture by giving grants and subsidies to encourage farmers to use new fertilizers, machines, animal feeds and farming techniques – this led to more mechanized, efficient and highly productive farming – in 1960-1961, ove
Weekly DiaryWeekly UpdateWeekly Diary1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As the "Project Introduction" suggests, I will participate at my level best to stay active on this website. And as I was previously thinking, what better way to do that than to post a written entry each week, reflecting on happenings.
Well, what else is there over drawing something?
Continuing from last week, this vacation has become more and more enjoyable as each day comes through and passes by. Being in such a calm neighborhood is a perfect method to relieve stress; a way to completely unwind and relax. For most teenagers, it'd be a great way to decompress after a difficult year from school, or for anyone else, one that follows a different path, it'd be just as great to be in order to enjoy some free time.
There is nothing too important to update, as of this point, however, there is something that is rather strange for me. As it is being scheduled, Lee is interested in continuing 10th grade at Cronulla's local high school, to take