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Hello. Well I have this secret crush who’s in his 40’s, maybe late 50’s and I want to get his attention and out of the friend zone. We first met at the bus stop, and my baby girl was with me. He just walked up and started smoking a cigarette and me always being the conversation starter, I started talking to him first. He’s very nice, laid back husband material, helps me with my bags, and even saids hi when he sees me afar off. We always seem to see eachother by or in the bus, and in the market he works at. I’m 25 and he’s never seen me dressed up like a lady before. He’s mostly seen me in sweats and hoodies, but he was still so nice. My question is, how do I get his attention and get out of the friend zone? I have a 40DD bust and I don’t want to wear something that will give off the wrong signal, and I don’t want anything that will make me look fat. What can I wear that saids I’m not a slut but I’m not a virgin either? Thanks.

6/22/12 – 6/23/12
First dream was with Hex and Bajo, (if you don’t know them, they are TV hosts of a show called good game) they were playing Alex Kidd and near the beginning of the stage they found a secret level by glitching the game, after that they started playing champions online for some reason.
2nd dream, for some reason Sylvester Stallone was chasing me, i ran into my house and Arnaldo Schwarzenegger was my dad and he was just sitting on the sofa reading the paper
then Stallone came to my house in a helicopter, i grabbed a gun that shoots out rockets and eventually bought down the heli, Stallone walked in my house, i cannot remember what happened next.
This dream was a bit strange and awful
i met this little 8-11 year old girl i think she liked me, asked to me to help with get school project, something about a mosaic. i never showed up, until later because i was fighting Stallone, she forgave me but she got angry with me a lot screwing up a few time on her project, just then bullies came and started picking on her, of course i stepped in, i don’t know i felt like i needed to protect her, like a father figure, then they started picking on me, they stole stuff and started playing keep away, i cannot remember much after that point but i had a dream, yes a dream in a dream..it can happen.. i was grown up…well grown up more and the little girl was not a girl anymore she was like 20 something and i think we dated.. i cannot remember what happened next. just then the dream within the dream ended and we were back to our ages, and i was back with the little girl at the table with her project, just then the bullies came back, but it seemed this scene was the same as last time, so i knew exactly what they where going to do, with the keep away i grabbed the item straight away, they kept trying to steam from us but i wouldn’t let them and they were angry and surprised. after that school bell rang and everybody was going home, i walked to the bus stop but the bullies kept following me, when i got on the bus the girl was there to, she told me why she was angry and she liked me…….. i cannot remember what happened next (honest)
Just then i was in the dream within a dream again, this time it was at a market place. but this time i wasn’t my older version me, instead i was my self, and i can see the older version me walk by, (think of back to the future 2) then i heard one of the bully from before called out to the older me, he was an adult too, but my older me didn’t listen and walked away.
after that i confronted me, and told me i look familiar, he also told me the little girl i was with years ago, well he knocked her up and told me the baby next to him was his, the baby was around 3 weeks old, the baby looked kind of weird, like not a real baby in real life, but a baby is still a baby. this part i hated and wish i never dreamed it
i grabbed the baby and started punching it and punching it, it was bleeding everywhere, the bully didn’t seem to do anything he was like paused
i then realized what Ive done and i picked up the baby which was crying and i cuddled it and i was so sorry, i gave the baby to the bully, and i walked away and looked through the stalls.
i went to one stall, which had professional looking drawing pencils, i was interested in it, and i asked how much it was, the stall owner told me it was $399
after that i woke up
What does all this mean?

I aspire to be a stand up comic, i listen to alot of stand up comedy (i am listening to one of my favorite comedy channels on pandora right now) and i want to know what my chances are of making it and publishing a few albums. I can’t give you guys an example of course because most of comedy is in the delivery. However everyday i do about fifteen uninterupted minuites of standup on the bus every day (i am in high school so this is to an audience of my peirs i’m not just some jackass yelling humour at strangers on the grey hound) and almost all of it gets great responses and i am hoping to play an open mic night somewhere (sugestions would be great, my schools open mic nights are out of the question as my material is very inapropriate) but what do you think the chances are that i could grow up, move to new york, find my niche and be successful as a comedian.

(chorus)
all is vanity that’s what humanities comprised off
plus a smidgen of pidgin filling fallen from above
each glance in the mirror slowly saps your sanity
till the crutched kid in the corner screams all is vanity
all is vanity, that’s what humanities made of
walk around like targets for the market to enslave us
each glance in a window pane shows what you’d rather be
till the leaper kid in the corner screams
suzie was born in June in time to see the flowers wilt
a bubbling bouncing baby who thought herself more powerful
though she saw the flowers fall and die despise the rain
she’d mimic the formaldehyde and never do the same
adventurous her parents called her rebellious they’d think
when suzie tried for the millionth time to jump off the kitchen sink
and after her parents caught her and set her on the ground
she’d yell, i was only trying to fly, mouth folded in a frown
at age 12 suzie had some questions, that were left unanswered
so she swallowed and locked them behind a secret password
the next day her mother was hospitalized for cancer
and though suzie looked unflustered she had bottled up her anger
they say the day her mother died suzie sighed but did not cry
she went to school like normal, did not leak what was inside
on the bus ride back home she sat alone and shed a tear
and that kid at the back of the bus said for all to hear
suzie blossomed, got lost in her own moccasins
self proclaim queen of the teen age dream monolith
soon grew conscious of all the prospects that wanted in
there was no escaping her toxins so she flaunted them
but kept her heart callous. Only aimed for the established
parish-pimps till they made it rain with lavish
habits, none of them placid or flaccid
but all the endless fancies couldn’t kill suzie’s anguish
so she wiffed the sacred mist to see where all the faces went
the second time was to forget that she had ever taken it
all the city latex would crowd in amazement
when she had her way with the pavement of every drainage ditch or basement
when will suzie ever learn that mellow is a lie
that the meadow in the mind is a devil in disguise
i guess the yellow that is lie must have settled in her eye
by the time the kid in the corner bellowed to the sky
suzie died in may, the skies cried, the violent day
made no effort to hide dismay that lives should lie in graves
the wind wept the flowers in a pious wave
and each shuddered to think they would die the same
each shuddered to think that night might invade
each shuddered to think where light might escape
each shook, till they could no longer look
and mistook a bag of soot for a babbling brook
to this day if you take the long route past the bombed house
you can see the box where a lit match has gone out
see the chips in the tombstone that used to be gilded
the flowers on her grave are wilted like she willed it
i guess petals never droop down enough to feel the thorn’s burn
but out of her thousand closest friends, no one came to mourn her
but the coroner offered some warm dirt to adorn her
she should have been willing to listen to the kid in the corner

This is the beggining of a story I’m writing. Its going to get more interesting as it gets into it. Shes going to run away Ect. So it this good so far? What should I change? I’m 13 Btw. Thankyouu(: <33 –
"Could you drive a little faster?" "I'm going as fast as I can Janet!", Mom said as our bright blue Mini-Vann sped down the highway in the pouring rain. 'We were one state away from home, & this is how it would end', I thought. We had gone half across the country to see family in Louisianna. Now, almost to California, we were sitting in the car as the unfamiliar sirens sounded. We wer'nt used to this kind of weather. The wind whiping back & forth, again & again. "There's nowhere else to go,", Mom said pulling over on the side of the empty road. Her, Seth & I, huddled together & hoped for a miracle as a huge, black, twister was no more than four feet from the car.
Breathing heavy I was quick to sit up in bed. That was the most messed up dream to cross my head this month. I layed back down a minute & thought about the day ahead of me. First day of Highschool. The stress was screwing up my head. I knew if I didnt' get up Mom would come in yelling at me. So I left my bed, My mix-matched neon socks hitting the cold floor. I walked into my bathroom, & Jumped in the shower, sliding off the long, pink, Victoria Secret° Pajama Pants. Usually, I strayed from these stores, but they were a gift from Rani. This along with Abercrombie & Finch° were my Best Friend's favorite stores. 'I don't know what Me & Rani have in common, almost nothing, but yet we're the best. of friends.', I thought as I washed the long black hair hanging from my head.
Turning the water off, I steped out of the plastic tub. Now in my walk-in closet, Im surrounded by Hottopic°, Spencers°, & Flee Market clothes. Finally, I decide on an outfit; A Slipknot shirt, Dark Denim Skinnys, & My favorite pair of doodled on, black Converse. Back in the bathroom, I turn on my hair straightener. I watch the light on it blink back & forth for a minute before opening my make-up droor. I swipe on the most unnoticeable shade of eyeshadow, Lashblast, & then reach for my eyeliner. I look down to find that the long stick with skulls going down the side, is missing. I tear apart the bathroom before finding the eyeliner under the fluffy purple bathroom rug. I quickly draw my waterline, & the do my hair. Grabbing the Alasana messenger bag I leave the room.
Down stairs, I See my Mom. "Your going like that..?", she says criticaly. "Mom, Its school, not church.", I say looking down at th dinosaurs drawn on my shoes. "Well at least eat some breakfast," She snaps. "No time,", I say walking by Seth. "Have a good first day of fourhgrade..", I manage. "Bye!", We all say as I slam the kitchen's side door. Smashing earphones blasting Black Veil Brides' in my ears as I run down the wooden steps. As I get to the busstop, I see the same kids in flair jeans, & 2Strapped bookbags that reminded me of Elementary. After what seemed like an eternity, A bus pulls up with an eager Rani in the front seat on th right. As I pass her I said "Lets go to the back,". She strugles to walk there on the now moving bus. I watch as she sits down beside me, her Clair's° Bracelets jangling. 'This is going to be a good day', I thought, as Rani sat, telling me all about the new guy she likes. I have to admit I was thinking too hard to be listening to her. Besides, with her its a diffrent guy every week.

Okay so my birthday is coming up next month (Feb 23rd). I want to have a party in March, when it’s warmer, and the winter sports season has ended (most of us are athletes, and I don’t want sports to affiliate with anything).
But the problem is, I don’t know what to do…
I was thinking of having a party bus. But the problem is I made the list, and I don’t have that many boys.. it’s a list of 30 people. I was going to ask people to invite people. Not only that, but some of my friends aren’t “party people” and I don’t want them to just sit down there awkward…
What to do? Or what should I do? I really want a party bus though…