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Is there class action in Los angeles against Heart check Amrica?
The lawsuit currently pending in Las Vegas Nevada against Heart Check America and its Heart Check of America affiliates Chase Bank and Conrad Acceptance Corporation. I wander is there any lawsuit or class action in Los Angeles?

ok so in high school a group of girls used to follow me around touch me innappropriately just harass and follow for a while. hell they even used to constantly check my fb page and quote my statuses on each others walls and take pictures of me sleeping in class. it was wierd. so we graduated and we lost touch except for the occasional times i posted on thier walls asking why they acted so strangely ro to explain specific actions they took. well time passed and that summer befoe college i was very vulnerable after dealing with some issues from my past one of the girls had began to talk to me through face book and i began to trust her. as time went on i fell for her but told her but she was falling for someone else i was happy for her but sad. then one day i saw her kiss the other guy and my heart actually hurt pysically worrse then anything i ever felt i cut off contact since i couldnt be a good friend or get over her while she was in my life sent her a txt asking her to delete my number from her phone. no response from her. found it strange that she would even txt me back to see why i was cutting her off especially since she was the one and only person i talked to about my past and how badly it messed me up. so i got past the pain and after a few months i got back in touch with her. i began to notice that if i didnt contact her first we wouldnt talk and that the very rare few times she contacted me first she always had friends with her. then she went back to her old harassing stalker ways and with our friendship alreay being rocky and volatile at best i cut her off for another month second i got back in touch i got an aim saying hey whats up they randome keys came across the chat window and then she (her account) begane to talk alot of thrash. i knew that she went comepletely back to her old tricks from highschool once again out to mess with me.so i decided not to dignify her insults with a response and hit her and her group where it hurts access to my fb page i blocked her and anyone affiliated with her. months passed and i slowly unblocked her friends one by one since i made my page completely private. one of them msged me saying how the girl i had cared about missed me and wanted to get in touch. i ignored and blocked her friends again. months passed and my friend contacts me saying the girl i liked (ill call her abby from now on) wanted to talk to me. i unblocked her msged her and went days without a response considering she was so persistant about talking to me but doesnt reply back i got mad i told her everything i thought about her her friends and what she did to me. she finally replied “i wasnt the one trash talking you so calm down u have no reasont o be mad at me” needless to say abby’s msg enraged me so i went off on her saying stuff im not proud of she deserved every foul word i said but i still felt like garbage about it. so another month passed and abby once again contacted me trying to get me to friend her on fb i told her i wasnt the same kid she met in hs i didnt have low selfesteem anymore and i wont be used for some sick game. she said she changed to and that if i added her she wouldnt even try and talk to me. i declined her. since its obvious to me she wants to stalk my page. so my question is ladies do u think given this information that she at any point cared about me or my friendship or has my suspicions about her and her group been right..that i was just a pawn in her twisted game? at this point aside from still kinda being sexually attracted to her (shes pretty cant help it) im done with her dont talk to her dont want to date or hang out with her. i have a low opinion of her and pity her since to me her actions show how weak she is.
so do u girls think she ever cared aboutme or our friendship or was it all a game to her? do u think i took the right steps to end this game i mean no access to my page no kore stalking right?

I recently signed up for a Cheerleading team that’s not affiliated with school events or anything like that.I already attended fittings and a few practices. After awhile, I started realizing that the excitement and passion that I had for cheer was fading. I layed down for awhile and started imagining my life without Cheerleading. I’m only 13 so I knew I had many more years to find a sport/hobby that my heart truly desires and will never get tired of. The urge to quit grew bigger by each minute. But what sucked was that I already attended a few practices,went to fittings(already ordered the uniforms :(. It was like 2 sides of me were arguing about whether I should quit or not. I couldn’t imagine having to attend/play a sport that my heart was into. Like only my body was there but not my heart and that burning passion and excitement. The entire total of everything was $400, I made a commitment and I would look like a fool going back on my word. I know that it’s only the beginning of the season and I should give it a try, but I can’t seem to find that excitement and passion I once had. My parents are happy that I joined Cheerleading but I know they’re tired or driving me to and from practice.I don’t know how to bring myself to tell them if I do make the decision to quit and find something else that I will pour my heart into. Same with my coaches…just imagining them imaging me of being a quitter and breaking my commitment. The decision grew more intense and important and I find myself just laying down and sad. Please, if you guys/gals could help me and it would be a huge weight off my shoulders knowing it came from people that has or is in my situation right now. Thank you so very much (:.
P.S. If you could write properly,(don’t have to),that would be amazing. Btw, do I sound more
like a mature 17 year old? I’ve been told countless times I type and speak like a mature adult haha.

They are all shades of black. Just one is blacker then the next.
One of em hides behind God’s light to con people, one of em hides behind the light while stealing from public and still has the odosity to smile while they take your hard earn money for their corrupt ways on deplomacy vacations lol, and the other one has the heart to say that is what he truly is and fuckes the government and the religion without pity or remorse.
I am a good person and I need money but I give back to my God for what he has given me. When I need money I use the money that I saved for God and give it to the needy or when I myself is needy. LOL.
We are all sheep among wolfs, and there is always a bigger fish in the sea. So beware religious affiliates and politicians with the biggest fish out there like mobsters!!!!!!!!!!!
We all know Mafias kill presidents and wash money from the Vatican. Sorry I didn’t mean the Vatican in the Region of Mobster in Italy. I must have been confused. I don’t want to be killed, lol.

(34) Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth. The similitude of His light is as a niche wherein is a lamp. The lamp is in a glass. The glass is as it were a shining star. (This lamp is) kindled from a blessed tree, an olive neither of the East nor of the West, whose oil would almost glow forth (of itself) though no fire touched it. Light upon light. Allah guideth unto His light whom He will. And Allah setteth forth for mankind similitudes, for Allah is Knower of all things. (35) (This lamp is found) in houses which Allah hath allowed to be exalted and that His name shall be remembered therein. Therein do offer praise to Him at morn and evening.
Explanation:
The light is the faith. The niche is the chest. The glass (vessel) is the heart. Ubayy bin Ka`b and others said, “This is the likeness of the heart of the believer.” The olive tree is how pure the faith is. Light upon light! Some authorities recite the word Durriyyun with a Dammah on the Dal and without a Hamzah, which means pearls, i.e., as if it were a star made of pearls (Durr). Others recite it as Dirri’un or Durri’un, with a Kasrah on the Dal, or Dammah on the Dal, and with a Hamzah at the end, which means reflection (Dir’), because if something is shone on the star it becomes brighter than at any other time. The Arabs call the stars they do not know Darari. Ubayy bin Ka`b said: a shining star. Qatadah said: “Huge, bright and clear.” And just as the oil after a long time makes black line around the glass and you need to clean it you need to clean your heart every once in a while to eradicate sins.
isnt it beautiful?

This is for a college essay, and I’m looking for fluency, mechanics, grammatical errors, etc. I can’t print it and I know I tend to slack in proofreading when I’ve written and fully understand what I’m trying to talk about. Anyhow,
A pair of white lights, blinding, fixed on me. Sniffling, I made the decision, the curious decision not to wipe my eyes. Watery, my lips pulled into a pathetic quiver I brought my head up to look at the vehicle. It was also white, grayed by the darkness of the night for the place I’d chosen to stroll was oddly devoid of streetlamps. Without their comforting glow my heart raced as I focused on the white, only to turn my head and watch as they became red, my wordless plea ignored for the fourth or fifth time.
Today, I had decided somewhere along the line was my boiling point. The rising action in the least linear story (a Kurt Vonnegut-esque tale of dramatics and my being led by a surprising lack of personal knowledge) was fixed on this being the day where I would finally tell everyone about the building pressure within me. I’d say, confidently and eloquently with hand gestures that my former speech and debate team would be proud of, “My life is at a rough spot. I need help, and I don’t need you to understand but I need you to respect me and to listen.” It was true. I was having all the success of someone attempting to push a heavy object past a carpet and my stamina was exhausted. I was exhausted.
The life I’d lived was by no means simple. One usually gathered that when they asked where my mother was and I told them cheerfully that I didn’t know. My grandmother was her quasi replacement, though I saw her as a grandmother rather than any sort of mother figure. Ironically, I’d been more of a mother than she was, raising three siblings much younger than me for several years. Her sharp reprimanding hand and personal troubles ensured that things weren’t easy, but in retrospect it served as a huge distraction. It was like someone pinching you to distract from a mild and constant headache, cauliflower bruised skin a weathered reminder of its convenience. However, her constant presence and penchant for causing trouble inadvertently affected me that night, though I’d been living away from her for roughly seven years.
My father did not understand. I had not expected him to as I poured out my heart. I spoke of a non-congruency within my mind, of social isolation and awkwardness and physical confusion. My interest in medicine, two or three years running had led me to a surprising dead end, though I did find the terms a few times on the internet and in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (IV) but the conclusion was painful and I merely scoffed at the time.
I was not smiling, or doing anything that resembled it. Almost as I began my voice wavered dangerously, my eyes locked on his due to my training in speaking but constantly interrupted by blinking. I told him in a rushed way about the hours I spent alone at night thinking about life. Speaking slowly, I told him that I had personal image issues. They reflected in my faux nonchalant attitude about grades and in my interactions with others. I grinned a lot even though my teeth were never immaculate, so people had the general assumption that I’d achieved the average level of teenage happiness that comes with constant company, risqué choices, and the leeching lifestyle that many would dream of. I had company of a few constant friends, but hardly during the daytime outside of school. My niche was shrinking—my friends finding new friends in ways I was slightly numb to. I missed them actively, but was inactive, lethargic. I wanted so many things, but mostly happiness.