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Open Question: why do i always when but the other sprinters catch up in the end of the race and i barely win.?
what does it mean if every 100 meter race i run in i start out winning by alot but the other racers always seem to catch up the last 5-10 meters of the race. how can i prevent this and make my self better.
Open Question: Need help choosing a computer...?
Ok so here is the story...my computer can barely run WoW. So, for christmas i am getting a new one probably...my dad knows absolutely nothing about computers so he wants me to tell him what to get and how much it will cost....So i want to find one i can get at a local best buy or circuit city (something like that)...so can someone please post me a link to a computer that is a reasonable price (trying to get under 1000) and it can run just about any game pretty good.
Im looking to be able to play this game called "arca sim racing" pretty good here are the requirements:
2.0 GHz CPU, 512 MB RAM, 128 MB video card RAM, DirectX 9.0c, 2 GB available hard disk space, Windows 2000
thanks.
Open Question: Days of Thunder build scene?
Whats the name of the song played while the crew builds the first race car in the barn from Days of Thunder?
Open Question: what is a court marshall?
i am doing some volunteer work for a club at school and i am helping run a race ( i will not actually be running in it). i got a letter that said i am going to be a court marshall... what is that?
Open Question: Should I move to New York City From San Diego?
San Diego is a lovely city with year round great weather 80 and sunny, never rains, great beaches, parks and museums, but a house costs 500k and up, and the people are thin skinned, passive aggressive, and not fond of reading.
I come from NYC, and I left because of the high cost of living, cold weather, and the general rat race, but after 4 years in La-La Land, I'm ready to be with my family, and the arts culture and energy of New York. Here's the thing, I know I'm going to miss the good things about San Diego, our friends here say we'll be back because once you live in Cali you can't live anywhere else. Are we crazy to move?
Open Question: Which ethnicity ages faster?
I heard that Caucasians age faster because their skin is the thinnest out of all the races. but is that true. and if anyone knows can you tell me which races ages the fastest in order and why?
thanks!
Open Question: 800 meter and 400 meter workouts?
i just got out of xc and i was used to running 6-8 miles a day at sub-7 pace and now im trying to get back into sprint condition where i dropped 6 seconds to a 54s 400m halfway through the season before i stopped racing (i know im not near as fast now as i was during track). The coach also wants me to try the 800m because he thinks i can break 2 minutes. any help is appreciated
Open Question: Recommend Me #4 - Movies?
I am someone who has eclectic taste, but at the same time I don't like the typical hollywood movie.I also have a tendency to get bored with the same ole same ole.I have a dry,dark and sarcastic sense of humor.
Movies I like
Amelie
Cheaters
Clean
Clockwise
Elling
Go
Gummo
Hackers
Interstate 60
Kids
Maria Full of Grace
May
Office Space
Rat Race
Rounders
Run Lola Run
Spaceballs
Suicide Club
Tank Girl
The Birds
The Breakfast Club
The Dinner Game
12 Monkeys
Waking Life
Waydowntown
Zero Day
Open Question: Do Japanese guys like American girls?
I'm not trying to sound racist or anything , but I heard some people like to stick to their own race. Just curious!
Open Question: I want to be a racing engineer?
I've just started college with a major in Mechanical Engineering and plan to transfer to University of Maryland when appropriate, I;d like to participate in their Formula SAE program but what is the best "in" for getting into race engineering? any success stories out there?
Open Question: Where can I find results for any Santa Shuffle 5km race anywhere?
I'm looking for some results of past races of the Salvation Army Santa Shuffle 5km race that's held throughout Canada every year and I can't seem to find any results whatsoever.
Open Question: whats best for a battlemage in oblivion elder scrolls 4?
heres the deal, i just got oblivion to play and wana be a caster of spells eg damaging fire,frost,or shock but also wana use swords and other weapons, not just magic,
BUT i dont know what race to be,skills, birth sign,class and all that other mumble jumble,
also dnt know what attributed to increase each time i level when being a battlemage...
any help for a newbb to oblivion :D
cheers
Open Question: What was the worst mistake your driver ever made?
Whether it be something on the race track, something personal, or anything, what was the worst mistake that your driver has made?
Open Question: I'm going to buy my first car...suggestions?
I'm leaning toward an Avenger because of the gas mileage and the way it handles and looks, but Ive been told to just get a Civic or a Scion, something along those lines. I'm looking at the gas mileage, of course, but something that looks nice and that's kinda fast, doesn't have to be street racing fast, just "those darn young people drive too fast!" type of fast.
Open Question: If your driver hasn't won in a while?
If your favorite driver has not won a race in a long time, whether it be a year or many years, and all of the sudden won a race in '09, what would be your reaction and how would you feel? Would you celebrate in any way?
Open Question: im writing this story. do you like it?
August 4
This place is so wonderful. I think I am living in Earth’s last Eden. So far no one has come to pollute this place I can so easily call my home. The animals all know me, from the tiniest of ants to the giant lions. I see them smile at me when I walk by. I share this land with them. They are my family. I love them so dearly. The only thing I have ever wondered is how I got here. I wonder if there is anyone else like me. I am the wrong species, I think. I don’t see anyone like me. The only other person I’ve seen is my own reflexion. We think alike. I love watching her talk. She has long brown hair and eyes blue like the sky. Her dress reminds me of my own. I weaved it out of huge banana leaves. There are flowers in her dress just like mine. They are the simplest of flowers. I wish I could hear her though. I do hear someone when I talk to her, but she always talks to me at the same time. I guess our voices clash.
August 6
I wish I had a friend like the monkeys and all the other animals. It is so cool to watch the same species interact with each other. It is like they are the total opposite species, but they are the same. Hmm. It is weird. One is loud and obnoxious, but can be caring. The other is kind and mellow and very friendly. That one wouldn’t hurt a fly. I wonder if there is the same different kind of species for me. I am a human. I don’t know how I know that I am human though… I can’t remember. I do know a lot. I know that there are places on this earth that are manufactured. It is disgusting. I’ve walked the grounds of this Earth many times and this is why I am here. I don’t want to live among the manufactured. They aren’t aloud to swim in the rivers and walk through the ponds. They can’t swing through the trees and play with the animals. They can’t run. This is why I love it here. I can run and run and run and never stop. I can do anything I want. There is no one to catch me. There is no one to hide from. Gosh. I do love this place. I will never go to the manufactured.
August 7
You know, I have been here my whole life. I just really wish I knew how I got here. I must have had a mother. I see the little animals being taken care for by the bigger ones. I wonder if there is anything to remember. I have to remember something. I just have too.
August 9
Yes. I remember. I only remember a little of it. I remember being carried away by my mother as a little one. She looked exactly like my reflexion. I remember her telling me that we would never go back there. I can’t remember where we were. I remember hearing screams and loud noises. I could see the ugliest color just flying everywhere. It was red. I remember falling, but being picked back up. There were more screams. I remember now that I do have a same different species. He was a man. My father had black hair with bright green eyes. The only thing I remember is that he was screaming to my mother to run and don’t ever look back. He said he loved her and me. I can remember looking over my shoulder and seeing him fall hard to the ground. I remember screaming. I saw men running after my mother and I. they were carrying these long brown… sticks? There were black bullets shooting out. Pretty soon there became this terrible pain in my arm. Come to think of it, there is a mark right where it hurt. I can remember my mother telling me to duck as we ran through some trees. Finally, after a while we found a spot that was safe. It was very dark by that time. Before we fell asleep she told me that she loved me. She said we should have left sooner. She said that she was sorry. I told her that it was ok because we had each other. Then she looked at me and cried. She told me she loved me then she fell asleep. I covered her with something and I fell asleep with her.
I remember waking up the next morning and I waited and waited. She never woke up. I heard some of those scary noises again so I tried to help her so she could come with me but she wouldn’t budge. I started to tell her to wake up but she just wouldn’t get up. I had to leave her there, but I think it is ok because before I left I told my mom I loved her. Then I ran. I listened to my dad, and never looked back.
August 10
This is all I can remember. I love the animals, but I miss my own species. I want to be able to use my voice and hear the same type of voice. Of course, the animals talk with me, but this is different. I don’t want to leave here. I never planned on it. There is the manufactured close by, well it is quite far, but maybe I should go, or maybe someone will find me.
August 16
Yesterday was my last day in Earth’s last Eden. I did everything. I swung through the trees for the last time. I walked through the ponds and swam in the rivers. I played with the animals. I raced with the cheetahs. I told all of my friends goodbye. I told my reflexion goodbye as well. I will miss watching her talk. Last night I slept my last night in my tree trunk. Water came out of my eyes.
Open Question: How did people manage to see before eyeglasses were invented?
Based on the huge proportion of the population that needs glasses or contact lenses today, I can't imagine that a similar proportion of the population in ancient times didn't have similar vision problems. How did they manage to see back then before corrective lenses were invented? For example in Roman times, which was far already a very advanced society, how did people manage to see? And in antiquity, how did people manage to hunt and survive in the wild without good vision? Did those individual simply die before reaching adult age? Is the human race developing more and more vision problems as we are moving forward in time?
Open Question: What are your biggest pet peeves?
These are my biggest pet peeves:
1. Ignorance -- I hate ignorant statements, ignorant people and I simply can't stand it. Ignorance IMO, is like a disease. Anyone who doesn't open their mind and explore the world with a broad minded view is simply not someone to take seriously at all. I like people who are open minded and are broad in their thinking. Not people who are stuck in their own little world where only their opinion matters.
2. Racism -- I hate racism with an undying passion. If anything get my blood boiling, it's racial comments or racial slurs against people that makes me angry. I don't care who it is directed to, whether it is a White, Black, Latino, Asian, Native American, East Indian ETC, IT BUGS ME. One of the things I hate about the USA is that there is still a lot of racism evolving around in our air. Even though we finally broke barriers and elected Barack Obama, an intelligent black man, for President, something tells me that racism and ignorance still looms largely in this country. As much as I would love for it to end completely, I highly doubt that will ever happen. :/ As a biracial person who is half Asian and half Caucasian, I grew up with some issues about fitting in simply because I was mixed.
3. Prejudice -- Not only do I hate people who are prejudice against other people because of their race or ethnicity, I hate people who are prejudice against people because of who they are. For example, people who are gay, people who are Muslim or follow a different religion other than their own, discrimination against women ETC. Everyone deserves to be treated equally and fairly no matter what their background, race, religion, sexual orientation ETC is.
4. Stereotypes -- Another pet peeve of mine is stereotyping people because of who they are or what they follow. For example, thinking that everyone who is a Muslim is a terrorist, thinking that every black person is a drug dealer, thinking that all White people are racist, that Christians are homophobic, that all gay men are feminine and all lesbians are masculine, that a woman can't have a career of her own, that Asians are only good at Math ETC. That just bugs me, major dude.
So, what are your biggest pet peeves? What annoys the hell out of you? Put your signs as well. Thanx. :]
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Cancer Moon
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Sagittarius Venus
Aries Mars
Taurus Jupiter
Capricorn Saturn
Open Question: I'm writing this book... (I'm 14)?
See I have been writing this story for a while now and I can never really tell if my writing is good or not. I'm 14 and I want an opinion on my writing. Thanks a bundle!
My hand trembled violently as I groped for the door knob. Not only was it dark, but it was also storming, and the batteries in my flashlight went dead, like everything else in this decrepit place. And I had feeling that, that curse was out to get me next.
Sam, I told myself. Everything is going to be fine. I am going to step into the house with two feet, like Kyle and I agreed on, and then it’s done. I can make Kyle eat his words. It’s fine, everything’s dead. Nothing is wrong with dead things, dead things don’t hurt you.
I felt myself slowly slipping into the hysterics. The porch groaned deafeningly beneath me as I shifted my weight.
Oh Lord, I prayed, please, please, please, don’t let me die! Well I know I’m going to die someday, but please don’t let me die here.
I opened the massive wood door and a clamorous screech echoed through-out the empty abode. I stepped in hesitantly with one foot. I couldn’t feel the expression on my face but I sure that it would be a sight to see.
My breath caught in my throat. It was just the storm, I told myself. I wasn’t hearing voices. But then it came again. It was two people arguing.
CRASH! A particularly loud crack from the storm made me jump out of my skin. My heart was pounding; my head was screaming “RUN YOU IDOT RUN!” But something inside me was just too curious about the voices or else too shocked to move.
“What?!” someone hissed out of sight.
“You know what Peter!” This voice was clear and high, and even though it was in a whisper, I could hear it flawlessly.
“I do not!” A perfect tenor voice flowed.
“Running off in the middle of the night and making it back when it was relatively dawn. Just to see some stupid new girl. And then I catch you trying to run out again!
“What are you, my mother?”
“I’m serious here Peter. Isn’t the older brother supposed to be more responsible? What’s so great about this girl anyway,” she spat out the word.
“She’s just… She’s not like other girls, Alex. She’s smart; she’s witty, and creative.”
“There are a lot of girls like that, Peter.”
“No, there’s not. She is always doing something completely unexpected. She isn’t like any other person I’ve seen.”
“What? You like her because she’s crazy?” her voice jumped and octave.
He laughed, and it sound made my heart jump.. “She’s not crazy. She’s interesting.”
“For goodness sake Peter, there will be other girls!”
“Alex, you know as well I do, there won’t be.”
“Well, you just can’t tell her.”
“I know.”
“I mean, what will she think?”
“I really have no idea.”
I had been so caught up in the conversation I didn’t realize that I had been leaning into the Black Mansion. I shifted my weight too quickly and the board beneath my feet gave a creak louder than a bloodcurdling scream.
“What was that?” Peter Asked.
A sudden gust of wind tousled my hair. I felt my eyes widen and my mouth go slack. Every thought in my head was lost.
Two people stood before me.
One was a girl only a few inches shorter than I was. Her hair was a gorgeous chestnut and it fell in long curls down to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were like a million tiny emeralds. She was very slender, like a pixie, and she held an expression that was both aghast and appalled.
The other, the boy, was obviously her brother. His hair shimmered mahogany in orderly chaos. His eyes sparkled a shockingly brilliant ice blue. His eyelashes cast long shadows on his strong cheekbones. He had broad shoulders and a thin but muscular build. He was several inches taller than I was, and when I looked up to meet his gaze I felt myself blush. His expression was unidentifiable. I quickly looked away. To put it simply, he was the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on.
The beauty of both was indescribable. Their skin actually radiated moonlight. And though their skin was almost transparent, they weren’t at a loss for color.
Meanwhile as I was examining them, they were examining me. I saw their eyes widen and their mouths drop, just like mine. They seemed surprised as I was that someone looked back at them.
Suddenly my mind began to race. Who were these people? They could be up to no good. And what were they doing in the Black’s place, anyway? What was I doing in the Black’s place?! I needed to get home and like now! My face paled and my fingers turned to ice.
Without breaking her stare Alex said shakily. “Peter, we have to go.”
I felt like I was rooted to the floor. It took all the effort my brain could muster to get my feet moving. I sprinted as fast as I could out the door, down the stairs, through the unidentifiable dead plants, and through the iron gate.
Open Question: need help in "track and field"?
ok in xc this year i was the fastest on jv boys teams. i almost come in first every time i race. and most of the time i beat some of the varsity times at my school.i want to be on the top 7 varsity team but im number 8 and so that makes me number one on jv. so track and field is coming up in 3 and a half months and im going to enter the 1600m and the 3200m. my PR time in the 1600 is 4:55 and in the 3200m is 10:43. i need to get my time down to 4:30 and 10:00 witch will make me definently on the top 7 varsity team. so if anyone out there can help me on getting there that will be great.
Open Question: what do u call a person that........?
do you know that if a person doesnt like another person for there race, it's racist. what do you call a person that doesnt like a person because of the country theyre from?
Open Question: Can someone check this?
Can someone please check this essay to check if my commas are in the right place.
Broken Toe Conundrum
“Ding Dong” I heard the doorbell ring at my grandmother’s house, and wondered who it was. I knew if I was going to get the door, I’d have to beat my cousin to it. P and I were always racing to the door to see who could get there first. Even though being six years older than her gave me an advantage at beating her to the door, as long with the fact that, she was upstairs at the time with my Uncle D. My grandmother’s house has three floors: the first floor is where the front door is, also leading to the houses of the tenants that also live there; the second floor, contains my grandmother’s house where I spend half of my time; and the third floor, contains my uncle’s house, where I spend the other half of my time. I then heard footsteps knowing that it was P running down the steps. So, I started to run down the hall towards the steps. Right before I got to the steps, I stumped my foot on the crates that were sitting in the hallway. I didn’t think anything of it at the time; I just sucked it up and continued towards the door, this time hopping. When I finally got down the stairs and opened the door I saw that it was my grandmother’s friend. While I waited for her to step through the door, I felt the cold gush of wind rush in, sending goose bumps up my arm. “Hello, how are you?” she asked.
“I’m fine, what about you”, I said.
“Good”. I then let her walk pass me and go up the stairs. I closed the front door shutting out the cold winds, and proceeded to hop up the steps. When I finally got to the top of the steps P was waiting for me. I noticed the pain that was running through my toes and told her that I would meet her upstairs.Looking down at my foot, I didn’t see anything wrong; then again I did have my socks on. I then proceeded to hop towards the bathroom, which was down the hall. Once in the bathroom I sat on the toilet, and started to slowly pull my socks off. What I saw was so horrifying that I was actually scared to tell my grandmother. What I was looking at was so gruesome I didn’t think my stomach could take it. Getting up from the toilet, I went, and opened the bathroom door, and hopped to my grandmother’s room.
“Nanee, I have something to show you”. I slowly raised my foot onto her bed and told her to look at my toes. When she looked down and saw that my ring toe was leaning in towards my pinky toe, I saw her eyes widen. I began to wonder what she was thinking about, I knew it couldn’t be good.
“What happened” she asked me.
“When I was running to get the door, I hit my foot on the crate in the hallway.”
“I’m going to call B down”. When my uncle walked into the room and saw my toe, I saw the same expression on his face that I had seen on my grandmother’s face. I knew that Uncle B wouldn’t get mad at me because I was his favorite niece. When he would take me shopping with him and my aunt I would sit in the middle of the floor crying for him to hold my hand and walk with me. So, knowing that I was his favorite I knew that he wouldn’t yell at me for being so clumsy.
“What did you do?” he asked. I then started to tell him what happened. “You’re going to need to go to the hospital” “I’m n ...
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