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I want to get my hair colored like below:

http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f2/31/2c/f2...

So I want the black roots, and the silver hair. Only the silver wouldn't be as bright as in the picture.

My hair falls to about mid-neck, maybe an inch longer, so it's quite short. My hair is a medium brown. In order to book, what do I tell the hairdresser I want?

I'd have to bleach, so I'd need foils, right? If so, how many? a half head? a full head?

And a color?

I drove almost three hours to get to a main city that had Myers, just to buy this bloody skirt - and I take it home only to realize the thing still has the stupid tag on it. I've looked it up online, but none of the guides of how to remove the tag shows this specific type.

Please tell me there's an easier way to remove this sort of tag without a powerful magnet, and without having to drive all the way back to a main city to get the Myers people to remove it?

Any tips? the magnet is exactly how you see in the youtube clip:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZhZ9E5UdG8o

18th soon! I've arranged a party and there's about 65 people coming, give or take a few. It's on acreage, with a huge bonfire and music on a patio where there are couches and stuff. There's pool, there's be beer pong - it'll be fun.

But the thing is I'm already spending a ton of money on food to feed everyone when they get there, and I'll be making a bunch of shots too so that won't be cheap. I REALLY REALLY need help to think of a cheap, main entertainment activity.

Like I thought of inflatable pools filled with foam, but it'll be Australian winter and people might not be up for it. I don't want people to be bored.

What's a really good but cheap thing I can use/get to keep my guests entertained until the alcohol takes over for me?

IF I had a boyfriend, and asked mum to go on the pill, she'd be totally fine. The thing is, this guy I'm seeing and I aren't in a relationship. It's a mutual, purely friends-with-benefits sort of gig. I want to be safe and responsible. I want to ask mum to go on the pill. But how can I put it so that it doesn't sound like I'm a ****, just wanting to have casual sex? I'm just worried she'll question me on why I need it when I'm not "dating" anyone.

So my 18th is coming up and I want to come up with a theme! Keep in mind this will be during winter (Australian winter, so it'll still be fairly warm); and it's on a 4 acre block with a large bonfire, dancing patio, etc. The ages of the people attending range from 16 (my youngest friends) and though to about (26) - work friends :3

Here are some theme ideas:

1). Pimps and Hoes (Forgive the sexism, just seems like a fun one to do)

2). 1920's Gangster

3). James Bond

4). Circus

5). Movie characters

6). Heroes and Villains

Or simple themes like

7). Black and white

8). Classy

9). Sexy

10). Western

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_qi9tuEH8M

I know the "rap" is Kanye's "Touch the Sky"

But what is the instrumental - to which song does it belong? I know the tune but I can't put my finger on the same.

And if anyone could find me the remix, that'd be even better.

Bought a sony Xperia SP today. The normal camera is amazing, HD and clear cut and sharp. But then I tried taking a "selfie" on the front camera, and it was blurry and washed out. I've tried again and again and in different lighting and it sucks continues to suck.

Does the front camera normally suck this much, or am I doing something wrong?

Tomorrow I'm going to school for free dress and I was just planning on wearing simple blue jeans and a semi-see through long-sleeved white top. If I wear a nude bra you don't see the actual bra, but you see the faint color of my skin. It that too tacky or inappropriate?

Ok, long story.

So there's this guy I met at the start of the year, 1 year older and he was in a relationship up until about a week ago. He was very devoted to her, he flirted around with me a bit but never did anything that was over-the-top or disrespectful. In fact, I wouldn't even call it flirting - he's just a really confident, nice guy so it could be mistaken for flirting.

Anyway, he started having issues with his girlfriend. They were always fighting, she wanted him to stop seeing his friends and stop spending time with girls and she pretty much put anyone of the opposite sex that talked to him on her "death list". She was over-bearing and demanding. They had a good run.

About a week before they broke up, I confessed I liked him and that I expected nothing from him. He told me that he had 'suppressed' certain desires since meeting me, because he was taken and didn't believe in cheating. Anyway - a week down the track he confessed he wasn't happy with his girlfriend to a close friend (my friend) and they broke up.

They'd been rough for a while. Whether I tipped the scale or just adding fuel to the fire- they parted.

We've been texting a lot recently, and his 18th birthday is coming up to which I have been invited. Things had led into another and basically, I'm expected to deliver his preset with a kiss. The thing is- whilst I have no aversion to kissing him, I don't want him thinking I can just be a physical rebound.

He's never actually told me he's liked me. The most I've managed to subtly work out of him was 'Why do you assume I can't or don't have feelings for you?' and 'I've repressed certain desires, I find you amazing, really." - but he has an infamous sex-drive (as any other boy of his age at our school); and he's not shy when it comes to it.

So though I like to play around a bit myself, being a virgin I'm pretty sure I don't want to give him the idea I'm just open to him whenever.

So how do I kiss him on his birthday without seeming too... open? Or should I give it a go? Or should I just not kiss him at all (even though I think I want to).

And if I DO kiss him- what would you recommend I try and when is the right time?

Ok, so my ability to socialise is all over the place.

Some days I'm confident and eloquent and I can talk to anyone about anything and people say they love listening to me and think I'm intelligent and funny.

Other days I barely say I word, I sit there and just listen and when people talk to me directly it's like I just can't continue the conversation. I'll reply in a good-natured tone, but I just don't make any effort to continue to talk or to socialise and I must have some kind of depressed expression of my face because people continuously ask me 'what's wrong' and why I often 'get into moods like this'.

The thing is I never feel depressed or sad on the days I don't talk, I just ... don't. Can't. It's hard to explain.

Also, my attitudes alternate during classes. During drama class and English I am loud and funny and out-going and people like me. During maths, drama excellence and others I'm subdued and say very few things. When people talk to me and I happen to be in a talky-mood they are all surprised that I'm actually super fun to talk to.

A name has been spreading around too, as I'm quite new to the Uni, that I'm the 'Good-Looking Ice Queen' and that I don't really let people talk to me.

Is there something wrong? Because on some days, randomly, I just can't seem to talk normally. And on other days I'm like a chat-show host.

I'm pretty sure I'm not bipolar because these bursts of socialisation aren't long term.

Any thoughts/suggestions?

Ok, so my ability to socialise is all over the place.

Some days I'm confident and eloquent and I can talk to anyone about anything and people say they love listening to me and think I'm intelligent and funny.

Other days I barely say I word, I sit there and just listen and when people talk to me directly it's like I just can't continue the conversation. I'll reply in a good-natured tone, but I just don't make any effort to continue to talk or to socialise and I must have some kind of depressed expression of my face because people continuously ask me 'what's wrong' and why I often 'get into moods like this'.

The thing is I never feel depressed or sad on the days I don't talk, I just ... don't. Can't. It's hard to explain.

Also, my attitudes alternate during classes. During drama class and English I am loud and funny and out-going and people like me. During maths, drama excellence and others I'm subdued and say very few things. When people talk to me and I happen to be in a talky-mood they are all surprised that I'm actually super fun to talk to.

A name has been spreading around too, as I'm quite new to the Uni, that I'm the 'Good-Looking Ice Queen' and that I don't really let people talk to me.

Is there something wrong? Because on some days, randomly, I just can't seem to talk normally. And on other days I'm like a chat-show host.

I'm pretty sure I'm not bipolar because these bursts of socialisation aren't long term.

Any thoughts/suggestions?

Hi, I'm turning eighteen this year and my graduation is coming up and I'm picking out a dress. I want to pick on that's flattering for my body type, so I've taken measurements.

BUST = 33cm

HIPS = 33cm

WAIST= 27cm

I'm also rather small.

Does this make me pear or hour-glass or....?

Also, I'm quite short (not abnormally so, just a tiny bit below average); would I suit a full-length dress..?

Like any other girl, I have fantasies. So - what is your fantasy on how you'd like to meet you future lover for the first time?

Mine is quite exotic. I'll be doing a six-month volunteer program in Namibia, Africa (I'm already enrolled at the course, actually): and I'll be covered in mud, washing down the elephants. He'll be an American or German, with wavy, shoulder-length hair, white teeth and a cocky attitude. He'll like my accent. I'll grudgingly like his smile.

We'll get to know each other, and three days later we end up having the best sex of ours lives in the Naxi Waterfalls close to our camp after sneaking away from the compound one night. This steamy relationship lasts until the end of my trip there, we say goodbye and we never see each other again.

Just one hell of a great memory to look back on.

What's yours? :D

Mine is one where neither of us wants marriage; we come and go in terms of seeing each other (our jobs, we might even live in different countries); we don't live together, have amazing sex and avoid having children. Occasionally we will travel together - meet up in a different country once a year and drink in the culture. We'll both keep ourselves in shape and it will be a physically and mentally level relationship.

"Love" is optional. Enjoying each other's company more than anything is the most important thing. And if we ever feel like it's not working out, we tell each other immediately and we part friends whatever the circumstance of the break-up.

What's yours? :)

I don't, personally. Possibly because I don't think (?) I've experienced it. I don't even know what it's supposed to feel like.

Do you believe in love?

Give me your reasons :)

So I was at school the other day (year 12, I'm eighteen); and I randomly brought up the discussion of marriage and children. BAMB - Every girl I spoke to expressed their desire to get married (a big, white wedding); and each wanted AT LEAST 2 CHILDREN.

The idea for me, personally, repels me.

All I can think of when children are mentioned is: Financial Liability. My parents would be well off and able to accomplish their travelling desires if they hadn't had my sibling and I. They wouldn't have to wait until they're much older to enjoy the fruits of their efforts, because they end up spending it all on our education.

I'm grateful towards them, but I also wonder why they ever ended up having kids in the first place.

I'm good with kids, I enjoy spending time with them - but I have no maternal attachment towards them at all. I've never got the "idea" as to why people would want them.

As for marriage; I've SEEN marriage. Relationships at this age, and in the early twenties are romantic and fun and they have this 'spark'. Even for someone like me who doesn't particularly like relationships or believe in 'love' - I can appreciate the thrill a relationship gives you. But about 5 years into the marriage WITH ALL COUPLES NO EXCEPTION I have noticed that their relationship evolves. It becomes completely relaxed. They're not lovers anymore (ignoring the sex); they're a FAMILY. There's no sexiness or 'spark'. Heck, they'd have sex with unshaven legs, dirty breath and unwashed skin because they're just so comfortable with each other.

Don't be me wrong, I suppose being 'comfortable' in a relationship is good... but... geez. That's just depressing.

Am I odd to think like this?

What is YOUR opinion on marriage and children?

I wanna travel. I want to do something that's involved with sight-seeing and physically strenuous hikes. I don't want buses and cable lifts so that I can sit there pleasantly and take the occasional photo. I want to be cold and hot and spend hours a day walking amongst mountains or forests. I want a guide and a small group of companions to experience this with.

But I can't find anything like this! The internet only seems to advertise squishy tourist option.There are tours - but all with buses and barely any walking or climbing or hiking.

I love history and nature. I want to BE in it and experience, rather that just sit within the confines of an air-conditioned bus and ogle at it.

Can you suggest any week-long MINIMUM walks/hikes/adventures that you can take? Sunny or hot, Italy, South America, Island, Canada- I'm open to everywhere.

If she offered pictures of herself (clean and presentable); had a first-aid certificate and several years of casual experience and a reference you could call?

Or would you still be a little hesitant due to the lack of a driver's license and that fact that she is still in school?

.

First time writing a death scene. I don't want it to be too glorified or too simple. I wanted to make it just right. It'd be better for you and me if you had read the whole story up until this scene: But the only thing you really need to know is that the chick FINLEY has had a one-sided crush on the protagonist of this story (Alistair).

Throughout the novel, she's constantly asking him to 'marry her' stating that 'life is short'. Alistair rejects her every time. Keep that in mind.

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“S’alright,” she soothes, patting me on the cheek and leaving traces of blood, “S’alright,”

“Look – just… just hang on, help’s coming,” as though to confirm it myself I start yelling, “QUICKLY! DOWN HERE! QUICKLY – God, Finley… Shiit…” my hands do nothing the staunch the blood seeping from her stomach and it begins to pool down the side of her body in terrible, gushing streams.

“Put – put your feet up! Quick! Like that…” I place her heels on the edge of a bucket so that her legs are elevated. I’ve seen people do it in movies; it’s all I can think of. Every part of me is wishing that Klaus was stuck with her down here. He could do more to help her now than I could ever do in a lifetime. My hands start shaking as the blood begins to force its way through my figures. I dare to apply more pressure and the result almost makes me sick.

“S’alright,” Finley repeats quietly.

“It’s alright, yes, it’s all alright,” I’m sobbing now, “Finley… Just – just wait, OK?”

Hurry. Please, please, please hurry. I lift her hand up to my lips, kiss it repeatedly. I don't like the pallid look to her skin, the illusion of light dying in her eyes. Most of all, I don't like that small smile that keeps slipping from her face as though she's forgetting how to do it.

She grins up at me, though her eyes are slightly left of my face. It’s with a jolt that I realize she can’t see me. The sobs really come on now – because she’s bleeding all over the place and there is nothing I can do.

“Do me… a favour, Ally?” she asks.

“No!” I shout, knowing where this is going, “I’m not doing you any favours! You wait til you’re OK and then- then I’ll do anything you want!” In an act of offside desperation I attempt to wipe the blood back into the gaping hole in her stomach. It pools out again as she laughs weakly.

“See, it's just-” Finley smiles at my shoulder, reaches towards it expecting to find my face, “Just thought it’d…be better not to… to die… with a pole sticking... out of me…” she laughs her lovely laugh.

And her head flops to the side, eyes wide open but seeing no more.

I close my eyes and lean against the cold stone wall behind me, and it is as though my heart stops beating. This huge, vague emptiness creeps through me, leaving me numb. I stare up at the cobwebs beneath the ceiling of the bridge, feel Finley’s still-warm head in my lap and feel nothing.

“…stair! Alistair!” Farlaene’s voice is getting closer, “ALISTAIR?”

I know I should call out. Tell them I’m down here. Hold Mother as she sees the body of her daughter and cries in my arms. Let Benjamin pat me on the back and ignore his repetitions of ‘there was nothing you could do’. Offer comfort to Klaus and stare imploringly at Knox to make everything seem OK again. But the words that bubble to my mouth are not for my approaching friends, but for the lovely girl in my lap.

“You wake up and I’ll marry you,” I choke.

And I fall back, laughing and crying at the same time because it’s only now that I realize I probably should have while I still had the chance.