The room is bubblegum pink with white baseboards. It is going to stay that way but I am going to add a thick black stripe through the middle, spreading along the walls, all through the room.

The bed is a twin. A white iron looking bed that used to be a canopy. I have since gotten rid of the canopy part.

The furniture I plan to get will be modern looking.

http://www.walmart.com/ip/Mainstays-Clear-Glass-Desk-Bookcase-and-Printer-Stand-Value-Bundle/14248187

(printer stand to be used as a bed side table)

The dresser will be white to keep the bed tied in.

http://www.walmart.com/ip/Mainstays-4-Drawer-Chest-White/11070276

Chairs in the room will be black.

MY PROBLEM IS:
I want there to be enough black so the room isn’t over powered with pink and white. However, I want a balance.
Bedding is kicking my butt. I want something slightly mysterious that i can pull a theme from to incorporate into the rest of the room.

so far for bedding: http://www.target.com/DwellStudio-Target-Robin-Comforter-Set/dp/B002AS3FM0/ref=sc_qi_detaillink

(Things in ( ) are not included in links)

accompanied by: http://www.etsy.com/listing/51643523/removable-vinyl-wall-sticker-decal-art?ref=sr_gallery_11&ga_search_query=vinyl+bird&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=&min=0&max=25&order=date_desc&includes[]=tags&includes[]=title
(along main wall)

or maybe this on the main wall instead: http://www.etsy.com/listing/51494466/birdcages-with-birds-wall-decal

and also by: http://www.etsy.com/listing/50059554/vinyl-wall-decals-stickers-art-graphics?ref=sr_gallery_1&ga_search_query=vinyl+love+birds&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=3&order=&includes[]=tags&includes[]=title
(over the closet)

and this: http://www.etsy.com/listing/39861768/name-with-little-birds-vinyl-wall-decal
(over the window)

I am going for a mood of mystery created by birds sort of like Edgar Allan Poe’s "the raven"

what do u think of the idea? any suggestions?

any alternative ideas ?

im inspiring to become a writer.. well just want to know what people think of this story i just made it cuz i was bored =P if you dont like it u can say it doesnt matter. =3 hope you like it lol….

Pain surged through my throat as I coughed sorely. “Are you okay, Jade?” Mrs. Rose, my Home room teacher asked. She stopped her lesson, to look back at me. “You look a little pale. Would you like to see the nurse?” she asked. I looked up at her and nodded. Standing up and sliding my chair in, I walked toward the classroom door not looking back. Once I was out the door I felt a little dizzier than earlier. Once I made it to the corner to the nurse’s office my eyes blurred and I ran into something, I could make out a dark striped shirt then a voice said “Hey…are you alright?” the rest of the words faded and my mind was blank…

I was looking up at a white ceiling. “Oh, you’re awake.” A gentle woman’s voice said. I turned my head to see a beautiful woman staring at me. “Ms. Caleb? How did I get in the nurse’s office? The last thing I remember was….” Ms. Caleb had a gleam in her eyes and she seemed to give an unheard giggle “Mr. Frey carried you here. He says you passed out right in front of him.” She had a hint of amusement in her tone. “Mr.-?” “Kai, from class 1-02, he’s in the class next door." Ms. Caleb gave Jade a friendly smile. “Anyhow, how are you feeling? You had a nasty fever there.” At that Jade sat up suddenly in the nurse’s bed “How long have I been out?” “Well I’d say a about an hour or so.” She laughed and added “Don’t worry I covered for you I just called the classes you’ve missed and explained”
Ms. Caleb put her hand on Jade’s forehead “Your fever seems to have gone down a bit but it would be safe if you rested awhile longer.” She looked at Jade and then turned her head seeming to look off into something not of this room. “How are your parents?” she asked a concerning shadow crossing her face. Pain grasped my at me, my eyes turning blank as I replied with a hallow voice “They’re still fighting……” pulling the words out of me even more hallowed than before I replied. “T…t-they’re thinking about sending me to live with my aunt in Japan…” Ms. Caleb eyes turned from concerning to shock. “They say I’m only being a burden and I’m not wanted here…” I went on. My stomach started to churn. And my face felt flushed but this time it was not of fever but grief. My eyes started to water blurring my vision of Ms. Caleb stepping a bit closer then wrapping her arms around me wiping my tears on my wrist I could see the sympathy and understanding in Ms. Caleb’s eyes.
Ms. Caleb, (I am told to call her by her last name for respect-her first name is Rei) is a family friend, She has taken care of me ever sense I was little do to my parents fighting, there hasn’t been I day I can remember where they haven’t fought or ignored each other. I’ve heard that Ms. Caleb has also been threw a similar experience as a child, She was my first friend…

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Ms. Caleb gave me a kind smile that seemed to drag out the pain in me for a heartbeat. I waved to her and called back to her a Thank you. As I turned around I realized with a glance at my watch that I might make it in time for the last class and started a little faster for the Language arts class. In my fast attempt to get there I collided with someone at the corner and stumbled back. “I-I’m sorry,” I stuttered still feeling a little dizzy. As I tilted my head I saw a dark striped shirt and realized with a jolt it was the same person I passed out in front of earlier. “N-no it was my bad I’m sorry…” He replied stuttering. His name sounded behind him and he shot of like an arrow. What was that about? Stunned, watching a beautiful woman with unique orange hair shoot off after him. Shrugging the weird scene off I suddenly remembered I was goanna be late for my last class I dashed off…
Note: the the story isnt finished =P
Glad you liked it =3 and i know i have alot of typos xD the typo fairy hates me =P
and thanks to for reading and people who gave me advise yeah i kinda had a hard time choosing how it was gonna be narrated so i guess i switched back and fourth without noticing lol

So my room currently looks like this:
walls: light purple and shiny light purple striped
furniture: all white, desk, side table and clothes drawers match
bed: white frame, green white and purple bedding

There’s this grape fabric that i have on my desk chair, bedding, overhang on bed and lampshade.

Ive had this for 6 years, and It’s time to change. What should I do to it that won’t look ugly? I’m moving in a year so I can’t redo my whole room.

"Gabriel," the Labor Ready supervisor calls five minutes later. I get up from my chair and learn that there’s work for me, if I want it, unloading auto parts in Staten Island. Pay is .25 an hour. Forgotten is the safety quiz. He hands me gloves, I’m given directions to the site — take the R train to 86th street, and then the S79 bus over the Verrazano Bridge — and walk out the door. It’s 8:45 a.m.

It takes over an hour to get to the store. I walk inside and identify myself as a Labor Ready employee. Two men behind the counter look up. "You’re late, Labor Ready," one of them tells me in an obnoxious voice. "The other guys are already downstairs. Better hope they don’t just send you home."

I walk through the store and down a set of wooden stairs, where five other men are taking auto parts off the shelves and stacking them in grocery carts. "You Labor Ready?" one of them asks, who appears Middle Eastern.

"Yep."

He explains something about taking red boxes down, and I join in.

There are four other men in my work crew, the friendliest being a skinny 18-year-old from East New York that graduated from high school earlier this year. He’s been working with Labor Ready for two months, and while we load up a cart he explains a few things that he feels I should know. "You work at Labor Ready, you’re at the very bottom — you know that right? No way you can work your way up here. See, this place here paying you seven bucks an hour, but they payin’ Labor Ready maybe twice that. We at the bottom."

"So why are you here?" I ask.

He shrugs. "It keeps me awake. Nothing else does that. And why should I go to college? You get out, owe a bunch of money, and you’ll still be working at McDonalds, just like everyone else."

We spend the next six hours moving engine starters among shelves, unloading a truck, and taking inventory. We’re all sweating a bit, but make sure to take numerous impromptu breaks when the supervisor leaves, which he does every hour or so. By the end of the day we meet with our boss, a friendly white man, who tells us he appreciates our work and grants us a few extra hours on our time sheets. For my six hours of work, he writes nine. A nice guy.

By the time we get back to Labor Ready’s office it’s dark outside. My gross pay is .25, but is cut to .40 after taxes. I walk with the teenager from East New York and another worker to a nearby check-cashing place, and am charged one dollar for the transaction. Now I’ve got .40 cash in my wallet.

On the train home I take an inventory of my finances. It cost me two dollars in subway fare to get here, and another four dollars to get to Staten Island and back, then a final two dollars to get home (I could have saved a dollar by purchasing an unlimited card, but I couldn’t have known this at the time that I boarded my first train). So after a 12-hour period spent waiting, traveling and working, my net income for the day is .40 (I don’t blame Labor Ready for the check cashing fee) — and that’s with a boss that tacked on three extra hours. Plus, I was lucky enough to get work. Many times, according to veteran Labor Ready employees, you show up at 5 a.m., wait for hours, and leave with nothing to show for it.

This waiting in the office and staring at the walls — equal parts boredom and desperation — becomes translated in business plan speak as a "flexible workforce." If one is homeless, an addict, recently out of prison, or otherwise having a hard time finding work, Labor Ready offers the chance to earn a little cash. All they ask if that you show up early, sit around for hours, not curse, not be a sleepyhead, not wear baggy pants, leave the bling bling at home, pass the test, travel wherever they send you, pay for that travel, be nice to the boss, not steal anything, and 86 the doo-rags.

The result is a "win-win" for Labor Ready and their temporary employees. I’ve made .40 today. Labor Ready’s revenue was more than billion last year. It’s great to play for a winning team.

This is the one where miner dies, the man tries to rape the tree, and the little girl hallucinates and kills her mum. I it in around the actual ‘film’ because otherwise it’s more annoying because you can see in the bottom left, whether you want to leave or zoom back out… Also like in real life, you can see the things around the video, like the American flag, a chair, a desk etc. So by zooming in, all this stuff goes. The quality is only degraded a tiny bit.

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Dreams between signs, 1994 (Sogni tra segni) Renato Curcio Agostino Ferrari This artwork is a tribute to the ideological utopia. The protagonist is the graphical expression, the power of the sign: from the rocky graffiti to the modern writing and the to the eighties metropolitan signs. This are the codes of the communication, of religions, of ideologies, that cage the level of knowledge of the man, written on an imaginary sheet that wraps the entire room. The room dreams between signs, evokes the condition of closing to which only the writing of the art succeeds in giving the impulse of freedom. The true freedom starts and ends with the code. At the center of the room is located the bed, preferential point of view from which it is possible to observe the large sheet in plaster. From the floor to the ceiling, the sign/writing on the rock, parchment and paper, wraps the guest/visitor, stimulating the attention on the meant of the symbols. Observing carefully, nearly to discover a second reading plan, it is possible to snatch completed phrases from mysterious sense. The bath realized in rock like a cavern, with rocky paintings and symbols of ancient scenes of hunting, represents the beginning of the communication. The sign gives conscience to the purity of this primordial place. The washbasin and the shower are gain from the stone of the walls, from which gush out jets of water, like from a source, symbol of beginning of life. The paintings room, 1996 (La stanza della …

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“Angelica, you can come in now.” said Dr Stern. Angelica took her brown, sleepy eyes off the Japanese red rug beneath her and pointed her brown, wide eyes on Dr Stern’s foot and finally managed to move towards the door. She studied everything in the room. She noticed the simple but expensive style that represented the whole place. The walls were white, a crystal chandelier was hanging from the ceiling, a mahogany desk and chairs settled in front of the window. She also noticed a brown couch and two seats. They were lightened by the dim sparkle of the small sky lights above their heads.

I’m fifteen and have been trying to write a book for a while. Though I’ve discarded this particular one, I’d like some opinions on whether you think I’d be able to make it as a published author.

Together, we made our way inside. The corridors were long and white, with patients, visitors and doctors alike moving at a fast and purposeful pace. No one cast us a second glance; we were just the smallest and most insignificant piece in a huge puzzle of problems.
We made our way up to the front desk, where Mum gave Lara’s name to a young receptionist. I saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes at the sound of it, and she gave us a sad and searching glance as she retrieved a file from beneath her desk and gestured to a bald middle aged doctor. I felt the first stirrings of anxiety then, but I brushed them away. What was the worst that could happen, right?
Wrong.
The doctor led us down several identical corridors, each one less populated than the last, until he paused outside a glass fronted office. He looked at my parents.
“You may want to hear this alone,” he said quietly.
My mother nodded in agreement and began to step forward, but my dad put a hand on her shoulder. She turned to face him questioningly.
“Lara deserves to hear,” he said. “This is her body that we’re talking about.”
She didn’t look happy, but nodded again and started toward the door.
“Wait!” I said quickly. “I’m coming.”
“Rose…”
“I will not be left out here alone while you find out what’s wrong! She is my sister.” My voice was quiet but determined.
“Oh, alright!” she huffed.
So it was as a family that we entered that room. Mum walked straight past the two chairs facing the desk and began to pace agitatedly across the room, fiddling with the clasp on her bag and biting her lip. Lara and Dad took the chairs, leaving me to stand behind Lara and play nervously with her hair. I took a few deep breaths.
“So,” the doctor said. “As you know, we’ve been running some scans and tests, and it appears that Lara’s white blood cell count is unusually low.”
My hands froze in Lara’s hair. I knew what that meant. Oh my God.
“White blood cells are responsible for fighting off infection and maintaining healing mechanisms.”
No. I’m wrong. He’s wrong. There must be some mistake.
“When the count is low, it is usually the result of a virus attacking the bone marrow and the blood, and I am deeply sorry to inform you that-”
Don’t say it aloud. Please, no. It isn’t true.
“Lara has leukaemia.”

That was the sentence that had made it all real, that had confirmed my growing fear and had sealed Lara’s fate with an iron stamp of finality. Though I had begun to suspect something was deeply wrong when the receptionist gave us that look, and though I had learned in biology what a low white blood cell count meant, I hadn’t allowed myself to think that word. It was too big, too scary, and most of all, too impossible. So when the doctor said those three words, in a tone that was compassionate yet too practised, too experienced to be reassuring, I just blocked them out. I knew that it was true, but I couldn’t believe it. My mind seemed to be operating on several different levels, and I clung, with desperate and slipping fingertips, to the one that sheltered me from reality.
It made everything take on a surreal, dreamlike quality… my mother, frozen mid-step, with tears beginning to trickle down her face, my father’s shocked and numb voice as he asked the doctor if there was anything they could do, Lara’s face flickering through several different emotions in the space of a second- surprise, shock, bewilderment and fright, before transforming to understanding and something that looked like… acceptance.
I stood and watched everyone take it in their different ways, feeling oddly numb and detached from the scene, before backing slowly out of the room, eyes wide, and running away as fast as I could.

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What was he thinking??? (Now here is the punchline can’t wait for Letterman,Leno and Craig Ferguson tonight) OOOOp’s that’s right SC State Senator "Jake" (Confederate Pin-head) Knotts wasn’t thinking!!!!(lol) Folks we are not all like this moron and many morons like him some of us have sense…they call us Yankees, Northerners, outsiders and if your from the South black,white or whatever they call you a sell-out to your Southern Heritage(lol) Please read the comments this "Dingle-Berry" Knotts made about Nikki Haley but the lowest is that he was insulting the President of the United States can he be impeached for this censured???

SC State Senator Jake Knotts Calls Gubernatorial candidate Nikki Haley a RagHead
June 3rd, 2010 | 3 Comments
Just one day after Gubernatorial candidate Nikki Haley was accused of having a one night stand with another campaigns political operative, South Carolina politics if the state that keeps on giving to late night comedic talk shows.
Today, during a local Podcast called PubPolitics, State Senator Jake Knotts appeared on the program unannounced and went into a racial tirade. Knotts said (paraphrasing here) that we have one RagHead in the White House and didn’t need a Raghead (referring to Haley who is Indian American) in the State House.
The Term Raghead is a racial/Ethnic slur like unto calling a Black person the “N” Word.
Knotts is well known to be anti-Sanford, Anti-Haley but to use racial epitaphs are an all time low for anyone in political Office.
Politisite went back to the site that hosts Pub Politics to down load the video for review. Just minutes after the program ended, the video was gone.
Wesley Donehue came out with a quick disclaimer on Twitter and said that the Views of guests on PubPolitics are not the views of Wesley Donahue or Phil Bailey who host the show.
The Program stated that there was technical difficulties with the program, thus the reason it was removed. We think otherwise
CNN Reports: Donehue told CNN the video was not removed from the web, and will be posted online Friday.
Haley’s spokesman Tim Pearson said:

“Jake Knotts represents all that is wrong with South Carolina politics. He’s an embarrassment to our state and to the Republican Party. South Carolina is so much better than this, and the people of our state will make that quite clear next Tuesday.”
SCGOP chair Karen Floyd called on Knotts to apologize.
“The South Carolina Republican Party strongly condemns any use of racial or religious slurs,” Floyd said in a statement to CNN. “Senator Knotts should apologize for his inappropriate comments, so that we can put this unfortunate incident behind us and focus on issues important to moving our state forward