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I think I might take a break from BC for a while, in the hopes that the morals of all those present improve. This means you especially, Maikeru. You. Are. A. Disgusting. Pig. And the "Boobs" thread you started proves it. So I say my farewells for a while, fellow BCers, for when I leave tonight, I won't be back for a little while.

I am a proud Canadian. Which is why I know virtually nothing about American politics. Would someone care to explain to me the difference between the Democrats and the Republicans?

Ok, so I wrote this story thing in business class the other day when I was really really bored.

** NOTE** THIS STORY IS NOT TRUE!!!

My life was a happy one. I had everything a girl could ask for. Loving parents, best friends, a boyfriend that loved me. But one night changed everything. It was dark, of course, but it was cloudless, which is weird, because in the movies, whenever something horrible has happened or is about to happen, it's raining. Well, no rain, not even a single cloud marked this terrible moment in my life.
He'd had too much to drink, he was tipsy. People say he was drunk, completely wasted, but I know different. He still had most of his wits about him, he knew what was going to happen and when it was going to happen. It was my fault, really. I was supposed to be the designated driver, but Samantha had convinced me to have a couple beers. I don't normally drink, but it was her birthday, how could I say no to the birthday girl? So I had one...then two...then three...then four...next thing I knew, I was wasted. Mark, always the responsible one, saw I was drunk and stopped drinking. If only I had said no to Sam...been the responsible woman my mom always wanted me to be...But I'm not and I didn't. I can't change the past, but that doesn't mean I can't wish I could.
I still live with the pain and guilt of having killed my best friends. Anthony, Kaitlin, Mark...all dead because of me. Why was I the only one to survive? They died, why didn't I? It doesn't make sense to me. Mom and Dad know something is wrong. I tried to tell them once, but they didn't care. I realized after that, that they never really did care. They only pretended to. This realization hit me like a tonne of bricks. I cried so hard that night. I haven't spoken to anyone since. Not even Tony.
He left me yesterday. He told me I had changed. I didn't say anything, I only shrugged. He told me he couldn't stay with me if I continued like this, that I was dragging him down. I pleaded with my eyes. I could feel the tears coming and I fought them with everything I had. I'd done enough crying. He hugged me then. He kissed my cheek. He said he was sorry, that he really didn't want to do it, but he had to. Then he walked away. I let the tears fall then.
I went back to my house that day after school. It's not home to me anymore, it's just a building that provides shelter for me. My eyes were red and swollen. My parents were home, but they didn't say hi to me. They don't anymore and I don't care. I calmly went upstairs to my room and took out the knife that I had been hiding in my underwear drawer. The only place nobody but me goes. I stared at the cold, hard blade blankly. I knew what I had to do at that moment. If I wanted to pain and guilt to stop, I knew what had to happen. I lifted the blade and placed it against my wrist. I pushed hard and dragged it across my bare wrist. I saw the blood and knew it should hurt, but it didn't. I was numb to pain now. My legs felt weak so I sat on the floor. I was still staring at my bleeding wrist when my eyes closed. My hearing was growing weaker and weaker by the second as my blood pulsed from open wound on my wrist. I heard a scream from my mother. Then my father. Mom screamed at dad to call 911, but they both knew it was too late to do anything for me now. Too much blood had been lost. The last thing I felt before the darkness of death overwhelmed me was the tears of my mother falling on my cheek and I knew then what a mistake I had made. They loved me. Tony loved me. I had repelled them all since the accident. But the relief that came with death was much more than the faint glimmer of guilt at my suicide. There was no more over bearing guilt. No more pain for the loss of my friends. I could finally let them go. In my death, I found life.

Discuss.

Ok, Cursed's birthday is coming up and I have no idea what to get him. A little help, please?

I won't be on as often anymore cuz I got grounded for making an account on Facebook. I'm not allowed on the net at home anymore for recreactional activity do I'll only be able to post when I'm at school and not even very often then cuz I'm not supposed to and I've already gotten in trouble for doing that. So I won't be as active as I normally am. Sorry guys. It's not my fault.

I don't know what to do about my parents. They're suffocating me with their overprotectiveness and their need to control me. I mean, I hate coming home after school because I know my mom is waiting for me. I get that they care, I appreciate that they, but they don't understand that they can care without having to squash me. I've tried to tell them countless times that they need to let me go, to let me be my own person, but they refuse to hear me, they refuse to listen. Last night was horrible for me because I finally decided that I wasn't going to take their shit anymore, that I was going to stand up for myself and you know what happened? They laughed at me and told me I'm 17 going on 12 and that I have a lot of growing up to do. That infuriated me, but I didn't let it show, instead I played nonchalant and kept backtalking. I know it was wrong of me to backtalk, but I couldn't help it, I am just so sick and fucking tired of feeling like I can't even walk down the street without 'holding mommy's hand'. I started to make plans to move in with my friend Rachel, but I started thinking about it and decided that maybe I was acting to rashly, but I just don't know how else to get my point across to my parents. I've tried words and they don't work. What else can I do?

have kinda broken up so I would appreciate it if nobody called us the 'lovebirds' anymore. No, this is not the same kind of sick joke that Dk and Mad played, this is the real deal, ok? So please heed my request and don't call us lovebirds.

I started writing a story the other day that I called Demon Mountain. It's not even close to being finished, but would you guys like to see what I've got so far?

And no, I'm not back for good, just for lil while. My parents are at work:P

What is your deal with Rosie O'Donnell? Personnally, I think she's pretty cool. I mean, how many women do you know that have come out of the closet and then landed a job as a co-host on one of the most watched talk shows? So would somebody please tell me what BC's problem is with Rosie?

I pulled a muscle in my shoulder yesterday putting on my t-shirt and I was wondering if anyone here has any suggestions as to how to fix it. It hasn't stopped hurting and I can hardly move my head to the left without it killing.

HELP ME!!!!

You read?

My favs:

There's more, but I've decided to be lazy.

Full Name: Jennifer Amanda Yarrow
Birthdate: 10/15/91
Age: 16
Birthplace: Peterborough, Ontario, Canada
Current Location: Peterborough, Ontario, Canada

A little bit of random info:
Well, I'm opinionated on several topics, I'm slightly sexist against men, and I am a feminist. I love to read/write and I'm great at catching bad spelling/grammar in pretty much everything I read. Honestly, I'm like a side dish. Nice to have, but not really needed. I love my music and my friends are really the only thing that keeps me going. I have a little sister (13) and an older brother (18 ). I have three dogs, Luke (male, almost 9), Spring (female, 4 and MINE), and Mia (female, 9mnths, my sister's). Spring is supposed to be pregnant, but I don't think she is, which sucks., but there's nothing I can do about it now. I fall in love easily, but I'm lucky to able to love as though I've never been hurt, which not many people can say they do. I am forever searching for The One. My username used to be Blessing, too. Oh, and I'm a newly discovered bisexual.

Holy crap I am so excited and happy that I'm home for the Midnight Release Party for Breaking Dawn that I can't sit still. I'm like a chicken with it's head cut off I'm that psyched. I'm dressin up, too. I'm wearing a light blue dress that reminds me of Bella's prom dress. Anyway, so I couldn't just sit here and not talk about it. Anyone else going? If so, dressin' up?

I CAN'T WAIT!!! XD

Ok, I mean real books, as in novels.
My favourites are as follows:

Twilight
New Moon
Bitten
Stolen
Broken
Haunted
Lord Loss
Demon Thief
Slawter
Bec
Cirque du Freak
Vampire's Assistant
Tunnels of Blood
Vampire Mountain

Does any know anything I can do to get some relief from my allergies??? I've tried the drug route, but it hasn't worked. I've taken Claritin, Benadryl, Drixoral (effing strong stuff that didn't do shit) and I even took some freaking Tylenol for cold and sinus! Nothing has worked and I'm sitting here with a kleenex up each nostril, a sinus headache and eyes that are so itchy, watery and red it's not funny. These are just common allergies, so it's not like I need to go to the hospital or something, but I'm so fed up with my allergies. I've tried all the drugs I can think of, can someone please help me find some relief?

Without You
It’s raining,
I feel cold water
Seeping through to my skin.
Loneliness
Shudders through my body
As it shadows my heart.

But you swallow me into your arms.
I look into your eyes,
My loneliness disappears
And I feel the cold leave my limbs.
Your dark eyes
Make the sun shine
In my world.

The rain falls harder
But I’m miles away
In my own universe
Where the sun shines
And it’s just you and me.

But then you’re gone.
The sun dies
And I’m left in darkness.
I feel the rain again.
Freezing bullets pierce my skin,
Icy fingers wrap around my heart.
Loneliness
Worms through my body again.

The cold is different.
Cold, numbness, loneliness.
All feel indefinite, permanent.
I know you’ll never come back.
My sun will never shine again.
I’m trapped; I’m lost,
In this world,
Without you.

The Moon

A wolf howls.
My soul joins the cry
In the ascent to
The moon.

I look down,
I see my broken, beaten body,
Lying defeated
Among the lilacs
I loved so much.

My cheeks remain dry,
But I cry
For what I have lost.
My mouth remains unmoved,
But I smile
For what I have gained.

Freedom
From the cuts and bruises
For which I had to lie.
From the anger and guilt
For which I had no outlet.
From the words
That hurt like daggers.

But does the freedom
Mean more than my memories?
Than the people I have lost?

I will miss them,
But will he miss me?
Him,
The cause of my suffering.
Him,
The one I loved so much.

Anger I thought I’d lost
Wells up inside
And I feel the moon lessen it’s pull.
I know
I must forgive
If I am to rise.

I think back
To the pain,
To the torture.
My anger grows,
And the pull weakens.

I think back,
To the happiness,
So short-lived,
To the smiles and laughter,
Hiding the pain.
I know,
He will miss me.

My eyes close,
My mouth smiles.
The wolf howls.
My soul joins the cry
In the ascent to
The moon.

Stainless Steel

Empty mind,
Slumped shoulders,
Heavy heart,
Stainless steel.

Brace for the pain,
Anticipate the pain,
Embrace the pain.

Think of him,
Think of her,
Think of them.

They did this,
They made it happen,
They can’t stop it now.

Go to school,
Go to class,
Go home.

The same routine,
Day after day.
Change is wanted,
But never achieved.

Someone knows,
Someone found out.
“Get help,” he says,
“Or I’ll tell,” he threatens.

Just smile and say nothing.
Nod your head,
And lie through your teeth.

“Did you get help?” he asks.
You know you need it,
But you don’t want it.
“Will you come with me?” you ask.

Talk to someone,
Avoid the real reasons.
“Why do you do it?” she asks.
“I’m numb,” you say, “I can feel this.”
“Why are you numb?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” you say.

You leave the room,
Hug him in gratitude.
Cry in a corner,
Talk about your fears.
Never speak of it again,
Avoid the topic entirely.

Numbness gets worse,
Fight with your parents.
Frustration festers,
Becomes anger.
Stainless steel becomes your best friend.

Sleepless nights,
Late-night phone calls.
Isolation from your friends.

Locked in your room,
Pajamas around your ankles,
Thighs exposed to the singing metal.

Empty mind,
Slumped shoulders,
Heavy heart,
Stainless Steel.

I see you guys talking about faggots and being gay and all that, so it makes me curious. What is your real opinion on gays/lesbians/bis?
To me, being homosexual or bisexual is irrelevant. It doesn't really change who you are, all it affects is who you happen to be attracted to. One of my closer friends is bisexual and to be honest, I think it's kinda cool to talk to him about cute guys at the mall. So what do you guys thing? Be honest, please.

Ok, what is the deal with men? One minute they're you're best friend and the next they're trying to get rid of you! I'm having a conversation with one of my best friends, who is male, and he just told me I have a mustache and I'm FAT! So what do I do? Sack him the next time I see him, or completely ignore it?

I have a problem. A very bad problem. I need help cuz I don't know what to do. I've posted this in the Females Only Club, but I have since decided that I could use a guy's point of view on it, too...
Well, remember what I said about Cole? Things with his girlfriend didn't work out. I know, I should happy, right? Wrong. See, I was happy, at first, then I told my friend Rae who knows him better than I do and she told me that he's...well, for lack of a better term, fucked up. Apparently, whenever he has a girlfriend, as soon as she starts showing that she's not as interested as she once was, he gets majorly suicidal and starts hurting himself and all that. I know what you're thinking, that I shouldn't date a guy who's as fucked up as that, but my problem is that I really really like him, I know he likes me, too, and I absolutely hate being single, no matter how adjusted I become. I don't want to hurt him, I don't want him to hurt himself, but I have a chance to get out of the single life and I really really want to take it. I know how easy it is going to be to tell me that the solution is simple, that I should just stay single, so I beg you to try to put yourself in my position before you answer.

Well, a few weeks ago I started to this guy, Cole. He was really cool and I've known him for a while, I just haven't really had any reason to talk to him (wish I had though >.<). So a couple weeks ago he just randomly starts talking to me and we get really into it (in a good way) and I'm having fun talking to him. So we ended up spending yesterday afternoon at my favourite book store, Chapters, and I had a lot of fun and I thought things had gone well. We both considered it a date. Well, I got a message from him via Facebook:

hey, i needed to tell you this not because i'm trying to be an asshole but well because i needed to tell you, i had a lot of fun hanging with you today and we definitly compliment each other, however during the time your were gone i had started hanging out with someone and we hadn't really said that we were dating however, so i've been informed she says we are and this only happened the night after we decided to make plans, now i obviously can understand if that makes you upset and i'm very very very sorry, i just thought that i should tell you that because it would be very irrisponsible for me to say let's go out if apparently i'm in a relationship..... i hope that doesn't really piss you off so much that you won't talk to me but i needed to tell you. if you need to just talk to me my number is 761 4439 ok?

I had really started to like him, too. I've just barely started to get over Rodney, which the worst beating my heart has ever taken, and then this happens. Is there something wrong with me? Am I, like, boy proof or something?

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COW ORGY

I have to write an essay for World History on the Knights Templar. I know nothing about them and, apparently, neither does the Internet. My topic is: What impact did the Knights Templar have on European history? I can't find anything that relates to my topic. Can anyone help me? Please? I'm desperate.

Okay okay, I know I have a new one, like, every week, but this is the only place I can truly vent.

Rodney's ignoring me again. I don't know why, I don't know what I did, and I don't know how to fix it. I saw him the other day and he completely ignored me, didn't say hi, didn't even comment on my new hair style. I started shaking as soon as he left the guidance office that's how torn I was. I don't think I realized it before, but now that I think about it, he's been ignoring me for a few weeks...he's stopped calling, stopped talking to me on MSN, and the only time I got to see him before school started was if I walked up to the convenience store where he works to buy M&Ms...I don't understand it. What did I do!? He's ignoring all of his friends, yes, but I don't think anyone quite realizes just how much, how badly, it affects me compared to everyone else. He's always been my go-to guy whenever I needed to talk. He's told me several times that if I ever need to talk, he'd be there...well, he's not there now when I need to talk to him...

I'm sorry. This is not me being an attention whore, I just want to tell you guys that I know we don't always agree (hell, we almost never agree), but I don't want to have this vendetta between us. I'm strongly opinionated, that's a fact. Not going to change any time soon. But I will make efforts to cool it off for when I'm here, and be more casual. So, I basically just want to wipe the slate clean, get rid of any hostility between us. I'll do my share, all I ask is that you do yours.

-West Side Charlie.

GUESS WHAT! I'm living with my boyfriend moved in with him. Walked out on my parents and moved in with him.

Hey guys! I'm back from Syracuse!! But not back on the Net for good :( Oh well...I still got business class!! So what's been happening? What all have I missed? I hate being out of the loop...Cursed says y'all miss me. True?

For good this time. No more sneaking on the interwebz for me, I'm a free woman now!!

Why are some of you guys afraid of me? Did I say/do something that scared the crap outta you, or am I just too much woman for you to handle?

What is boredom? I mean, I know it occurs when one has nothing to do, but what is it really?

I'm goin' to see The Dark Night tonight. And I am totally PSYCHED!! XD

Do y'all plan on seein it?

...at the end of the summer. Possibly when school starts again. No, I'm not back now, I'm just home. I haven't been home all summer to sneak on, so that's what I've been doing over the past couple days. But I was talkin to my mom and she said that I can have the Internet back at the end of the summer as long as I'm a good girl.

Terry Fox Run Yesterday. I got to hang out with Cole. It was amazing. I stepped in a puddle, completely submerging my foot, but I got to tackle Cole. I was/am happy.

That's Cole and I. Yes. I have a moustache and soul patch.

That's Cole. My sister thinks he looks like a monkey...

Yay me. Happy

I'm having this debate with a friend of mine as to what Yoshi is. I say he's a dinosaur, but my friend seems to think he's a turtle. What do you guys think he is?

When you're dating someone and you get angry/annoyed with them, how do you show it? Cuz I think Cole might be annoyed with me, but I can't think of anything I might have done to annoy him... Confused

Coconut Retrievers are a breed of dog that are being very brutally and inhumanely treated on the Cajun Islands. I am asking for your help to help the people who rescue these dogs. THEY ARE LEGITIMATE! My mother has seen some of the dogs that they rescued.

Sorry, I had to take the info off. Got in trouble for taking the information off the website, but here's the link to the site. It gives you all the info about Coconut Retrievers that I can't

http://www.cavanhillsvet.com/site/view/91934_CoconutRetrievers.pm l

of religion, I just heard this on a video thing I was watching and just HAD to see what you guys thought of it.

I have been mysteriously absent for the past little while and I can't even remember what my last post was LOL. As an update, I'm living with my boyfriend, Tristin, I got my nose pierced, I'm fighting with my family over my dog, I'm failing most of my classes at school AND I have a massive bruise on my right cheekbone and a possible concussion because I smacked my face off the side of a bookshelf while attempting to do a ninja roll in the library at my school. Best part of that is that my friend Dave was standing right there and knew what was going to happen and didn't say anything. So, yeah, hi.

I had homework. I couldn't print it off at home because our printer is retarded. So. I emailed it to a friend so she could print it off for me. But the file wouldn't open for her, so I went to open it myself to I could copy and paste it into an actual email. But, much to my surprise, the computer translated it into FUCKING GIBBERISH. SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!!!! IT TOOK FOREVER FOR ME TO WRITE THAT FREAKING ARTICLE ON DARFUR!!!!!

So I thought I'd announce my reappearance. Been a while. I forgot my password lmfao.
Was living with my now-ex-boyfriend Tristin. Living with my parents again. Back in school. He dumped me a couple weeks ago for the girl he's been fucking since June. Other than that, life's been good.

How're y'all doin?

My MSN keeps crapping out on me in the middle of conversations. First, the sharing folders did it, then the webcam, now it's IE. I don't know what's wrong so I'm unable to fix it. Any suggestions?

She begins with a disclaimer. ''I usually don't look like such a skank,'' Kristen Stewart says, fanning out 10 dirt-caked fingernails. Fresh off her star turn as innocent, lovestruck Bella Swan in Twilight, the 18-year-old actress — best known as the hippie chick in Sean Penn's Into the Wild — is researching a very different movie role at the moment, that of a young stripper. She's been spending time at a run-down strip club in New Orleans' French Quarter called Dixie Divas, taking in the show and learning how to gyrate around a pole, though she doesn't shed many layers. ''I danced on the bar there three nights this week, and my legs are covered in bruises,'' Stewart says proudly. ''Hopefully, the Twilight fans won't totally freak out.''

Stewart has every right to be concerned. Ever since Stephenie Meyer's best-selling series of supernatural romance novels spawned a nation of Twilighters, millions of girls (and their moms) have followed the first book's journey to the screen. Casting the schoolgirl was every bit as perilous as casting the vampire. Fortunately, director Catherine Hardwicke was roundly cheered when she zeroed in on Stewart to play Bella, a shy, ordinary 17-year-old every-mortal. The actress' agents, of course, were doing backflips when they heard the news. Stewart herself wasn't so sure how she felt about being at the center of a cultural tsunami. She's still not. ''It's just surreal to be a crucial part of a machine like this,'' says Stewart, over a lunch of raw oysters and po'boys. ''I'm sort of the vessel. The book is what it is because of these girls' obsession with [Edward] through me. If I wasn't right, I'd be persecuted, and put on a cross.''

Not exactly the breathless enthusiasm you might expect from a young actress in the kind of big, splashy blockbuster that could launch her onto young Hollywood's A list. Stewart is Kate Winslet on the eve of Titanic's release or, at the very least, Shia LaBeouf pre-Transformers. But then again, she isn't much seduced by hype. ''I don't want to do something that's just a big moneymaker,'' says the actress, who has worked steadily for nearly a decade but hasn't appeared in a genuine hit since her breakthrough role, at age 11, as Jodie Foster's daughter in Panic Room. Instead, she's built up indie credibility by working with an impressive array of top-tier directors like Mike Figgis (Cold Creek Manor), Jon Favreau (Zathura), and Doug Liman (Jumper), among others. She also scored a moderate success with last year's paranormal horror flick The Messengers. ''I just want to make sure Twilight's worth the ginormous attention it receives,'' says Stewart. ''Everyone said this is a big-deal movie. But I hate when people celebrate before you have something to celebrate about.''

Stewart says she was drawn to the Twilight role not because of the books' ginormous popularity — ''I figured it was a little cult vampire movie with a built-in fan base'' — but because she loved the idea of playing a teenage girl experiencing animal attraction for the first time. ''What I love about the story is that it's about a very logical, pragmatic girl who you think would never get swept into something that has this bizarre power.''

After being cast, Stewart performed a pivotal love scene on Hardwicke's bed with the four leading contenders for the role of Edward, including Robert Pattinson. ''Catherine liked a couple of the guys, and I was like, 'Are you joking? I can't do the movie unless Rob does it,''' Stewart says. ''He got it, and we could, like, see each other.'' As Hardwicke puts it, ''She would have strangled me if I didn't pick him.''

During the shoot, the pair ended up taking the roles — and themselves — a little too seriously. They spent hours deconstructing what it meant to be a vampire, and what it meant to be in love with one. The result: big-time angst, both on screen and off. At one point, the studio began to worry their young stars had mistaken this for a Bergman movie instead of a romantic teen fairy tale. ''We were like, 'We're going to play this real' and the studio was like, 'But it's fun. Lighten up!''' says Stewart, who launches into an imaginary rant at the studio suits: ''You knew what you were getting when you hired actors who aren't Disney kids! We're actually going to consider the characters, and not just smile on our marks, and hope we're in focus.''

Stewart, who was just 17 when she shot the movie, was uncompromising about what she'd allow her character to do and say. ''We had to rewrite and improvise a lot of the most intense scenes, because Kristen will not say something if she doesn't feel good about it,'' recalls Hardwicke. ''Kristen is very tough and she does not tolerate bulls---.'' Stewart just feels like she was doing her job. ''I had some of the corniest lines I've ever had in this film,'' says the actress, who was keen to tone down some of the over-the-top declarations of ''I will die for you!'' love. ''We were so awkward saying those lines. Catherine was like, 'Just feel it and say what comes to you.'''

All this might sound like arrogance in someone else, but after spending time with Stewart, she seems like a genuine rebel spirit looking to do good work. Even now, as Twilight threatens to elevate her to the top of the marquee, she's not that curious about how far fame will take her. She'd prefer to chart her own course. ''Look what I'm doing here in New Orleans,'' she says. Playing a stripper in a film that doesn't yet have distribution. ''I told my agent, 'I'm not doing a big movie after Twilight.''' Because she's got that kind of offhand confidence, it's easy to forget that Stewart's barely old enough to vote. She has an eerie calm about her for someone about to undergo a high dose of sudden celebrity. ''For no real reason,'' she says with a shrug, ''I just feel like it won't be a problem.''

Source: http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20234559_20234567_20238864_2,00.h tml