Bedroom Decoration Help?

Posted on 11. Sep, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

I’m a 15 year old guy and I want to re-do my bedroom. My idea was to have Van Halen Frankenstein wallpaper or paint and have posters of my favorite bands all over the walls and ceiling. Then I’d have a twin bed in the middle with Van Halen Frankenstein Bed sheets and comforter with black pillow cases (or maybe red), then at the foot of the bed have a black or red egg chair facing a small flat-screen HD TV with my Xbox hooked up to it. I want to put a black dresser to the side of my bed and a black bedside table right next to it. Then I would put my stereo on top of the dresser and on the other side of my bed I’d have an area with a guitar stool, amp, and my guitar all set up there and right next to that I’d have a black desk for school work with a comfortable black office chair. I’ll obviously have some lamps and other junk in there but this is the main stuff that im focused on. I think i can easily get a black dresser, bedside table, desk, and office chair. The xbox setup is only if my parents can afford it because i can’t. My main issue is that I can’t find any Van Halen Frankenstein Bed sheets/comforter, or wallpaper/paint. Are there people that will come to your house, look at a design and paint it on your wall? Without you having to buy a wallpaper? I don’t think I want to risk messing up my room by trying to paint the frankenstein design so surely there are people who could professionally do this for me right? And do you know of any place where i could get twin Van Halen Frankenstein bed sheets/comforter? thanks I’d really appreciate your help.

-Chandler
One other thing: Is there a way I could get a cheap egg chair? The ones I’ve looked at so far are about 0 and that’s definitely wayyy too expensive maybe there are some less fancy ones for around 200$ max?
I’ve shared the idea with my parents btw and I already have an xbox I just need to get the egg chair and the TV for that part of it and I could probably get the TV for my upcoming birthday in less than a month.
I’m 5’10 btw so do u think I could fit on a twin bed?

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Do you think this is reasonable punishment?

Posted on 13. Jul, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

I’m now a freshman in high school, and will soon be bringing home a report card with B’s C’s and one or two D’s. The D’s are like 69′s and very close to C’s, but i will be getting grounded for nine weeks, which is more than two months. Grounded means, no computer, tv, music, everything except my bed and my desk are removed from my room, no going anywhere, no phone, no social contact outside of school. That’s what happens when i get lower than a C on a report card. Now, my grades are like this because i dont do my homework, a lot of the time, but my test grades are all averaging over 85% in ALL classes. I’ve been grounded roughly two years of my life, for tons of little things, grades, backtalk, all the usual stuff. I want to know what my parents think is going to change, THIS time they ground me. They say it’s "good motivation". It’s the exact opposite, and when i tell them that they think i’m saying that just because i dont want to get grounded, but im not. My grades in the past have generally been WORSE while i’ve been grounded. The longest period of time i was grounded for was 6 months, and that was for getting a D in ART, and when my parents told me to take everything out of my room we started yelling at each other, because i thought it was ridiculous that because i was a bad artist, and did not enjoy art at all, i was being punished. In the end i sat on my bed and watched my dad come in and angrily rip everything out of my room. Now, after about a month of being grounded, i basically get used to it, and since usually my parents won’t give me a date at which i’ll be ungrounded, i figure that i already have NOTHING, a prison inmate LITERALLY has more freedom than me. I have a bed, lamp, desk, food, clothes, shelter, and school. A prison inmate gets all of that plus rec yard time, and can talk with people. So since i have absolutely nothing, i figure, what do i have to lose? So i let my grades drop more and get depressed and its really terrible. My parents have taken over 10% of my life away so far. Do you think this is fair punishment for bad grades, and occasional backtalk? I watch my little brother a few times every week, i do chores, i stay sober and don’t have sex, and do what i’m asked. School is just NOT my thing, and my extremely authoritarian father thinks grounding will change that. What do you guys think?

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If i hired a moving company to take just my bedroom stuff from oklahoma to ohio, how much would it cost?

Posted on 24. Jun, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

No washer/dryer, no refrigerator, nothing but the stuff in my bedroom thus 4 boxes of cd’s, 2 boxes of dvd’s, a large wooden shelf with a TV in the middle, a dresser, around 40 shirts/jackets, my computer, my alarm clock, the computer’s desk, the lamp on the desk, an extra small table, a printer and the chords with it, a yahama keyboard, one acoustic guitar in its case, one accordion + case, one box of LP records, & finally, my record player.. How much would my total in a mover come to? Its certainly not as big as a normal move, so that is why im asking… It’ll be from my parents house in Oklahoma to my aunts house in Ohio.

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i love my guy, but i hate his family! Help?

Posted on 07. Mar, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

I love my guy, we’ve been together 2 years now and hes AMAZING!
We really want children but we’re having troubles because i keep miscarrying before i reach 5 months,
We have a 4 month old kitten and we’ve had her two months.

Anyway, heres the thing. I disliked my guys family from day one!
They are chavs, and they live in a 3 bed house, with not heating at all, they house is DISGUSTING its filthy, and stinks! Including my guy, there’s 6 of them in that house, 5 Children & their mother.

One problem is, i had moved in with the family for about 4 months while we are getting our own house sorted, and its awful.
Me, my boy & my kitten have to live in one room, that the electricity is shot, so we live buy one office lamp, because there is no working light. The electricity sparks and i’m scared to turn anything on to use.

I’ve held my breath for the last 6 months because my MIL to be is being suck a bitch for no reason, shes horrid to her kids and animals and i really hate her! even my guy knows i hae her, and he keeps saying its his fault, and its really really not his fault his mum is a bitch!

But today was the last floor, she decided to make a ‘family meal’
like she does sometimes if she doesn’t have her 10 year old do it for her. And shes known me 2 years, she knows i don’t like meatballs. so i said i’d nip out and grab some cash and get a pizza for myself. But she started screaming and shouting at me, telling me i was an ungrateful bitch and she tried to throw the food at me!
My kitten came up to protect me and caught my MIL to bed hand, didn’t even draw blood but she launched my kitten to the other side of room onto the bed, she started limping. That was the last straw!
i grabbed up as much of my things i could, and everything of my kittens, kissed my guy goodbye and told him to come to my parents tomorrow.
I’m now at my parents house, and i hate being without my guy, but i hate that house!
We can’t live here till the house is done because my parents are allergic to my kitten, so i don’t think that would work out.
Plus they aren’t too keen on having my guy living here with me in my room either.

I really don’t know what to do, and i don’t want to go back
Help!
I’ve been to school, and done 2 years of college. Don’t treat me like a child.
we have a house, but it needed alot of work so we won’t be in it till next summer atleast
I try and help out, but she just has another go at me,
and half the time i can’t get in the kitchen for all the teen chavs that she thinks are her best mates (shes 41 they’re like 15)

Hell i don’t want her to be the mother of her little ones, never mind my childs grandmother, but as you say, its a package deal and me and Alex are so very in love. I couldn’t bare to be without him
No were engaged to be married, hopefully we’ll be getting married in the summer, we haven’t set a date yet
I’m paying for myself, i pay her rent aswell as get my own food, but i can’t afford a new place to live while were doing up the house

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how can i respect a woman who treats her youngest (5) like hes a piece of shit she just wiped of her shoe,
aswell as her 6, and 10 year old.
She basically ignores Alex & his 15 year old brother, if they won’t be her slaves, she doesn’t want to know
Get rid of my kitten? are you a fucking nutcase? my kitten is my baby! I love her as much as my guy!

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1960's, I read in elementary school, do you know this book?

Posted on 28. Jan, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

Does anyone remember this book, I read it in the 1960′s, I was in elementary school. It was about a little girl, she had an older sister and a brother. They lived in a big old house that they found a secret room. The kids put on neighborhood plays. The main character was changing quickly in the closet and threw her top or slip over the hanging lamp, it caused a fire in the house. Her older sister got her nails painted in a salon – bright red – and tried to conceal it from her parents by hiding her hands. At least 2 or 3 books in the series.

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what do u think of this story so far?

Posted on 24. Jan, 2011 by Lighting Expert.

"Rachel, is that you?” My mother called out in a panicked tone as I slowly slid the window next to the front door shut. I had planned on quietly sneaking back in and crawling into bed, after all it was a Saturday morning and my parents were usually still fast asleep… but when I saw my mother’s face I knew that it definitely wasn’t going to be as easy as I had planned.
“Where have you been?” she cried, looking furious.
“I, um…just got back from a run?” I lied, hoping she’d buy it.
The truth was Jess had texted me around 10 o’clock the night before asking if I wanted to go to a party in the gas lamp with some guys we had met the previous weekend at a club downtown. My parents had just grounded me after beating me to the mailbox and finding my report card full of C’s and D’s, and in a state of fury I decided that since they were already in bed I was in the clear. I would spend the rest of the week snickering every time they said the word grounded, or so I thought.
“I don’t think so! You were with Jess! What were you guys doing? I called her mother and she didn’t know, or seem to care for that matter! Do you have any idea how worried I was? I’ve been calling you since two in the morning!”
I reached for the back pocket of my favorite pair of dark wash true religion jeans, but nothing was there. It must have fallen out sometime during the night. It was almost as if my mom could read my mind because when I looked up and met her tired eyes she yelled, “Don’t tell me you lost your phone too! What is it with you lately? Where is the trustworthy, responsible daughter I know?”
I had nothing to say, I didn’t know where she went either. I guess it was at the beginning of my junior year, around the time I started hanging out with Jess, that she started slipping away. I started cutting classes to go to the beach, sneaking out at night to hangout downtown, and basically giving up on all the things I had once devoted so much time to… like my grades and the volleyball team and my annoyingly perfect group of friends that I had been hanging out with since kindergarten.
“I’m sick of dealing with all of this! Just go to your room! We’ll discuss your punishment when your father wakes up.”
I looked at the ground and walked to my room, trying to hold back the smile that crept up every time I thought about the night before. I kicked off my Steve Madden sandals, shut my blinds, climbed into bed, and quickly fell asleep.

A couple hours later, I heard a knock on my door.
“Rachel, it’s your Dad, we need to have a talk.”
I rubbed my eyes; I was exhausted had a little bit of a hangover. I looked at the clock, 10:30 am. I kicked the covers off, rolled out of bed, and walked down the hall towards the living room where my mother was sitting on the couch. She had obviously been crying and my Dad looked more disappointed than I had ever seen him.
“Rachel, we just don’t know what to do with you anymore. Ever since you met this Jess girl, you’ve been getting into more and more trouble. We won’t tolerate it any longer,” said my Dad in his sternest voice.
Yeah, I’ve heard that before, I thought, figuring my life would go back to normal in a week or two, once I figured out how to stop getting caught.
“Which is why we have decided to send you to Connecticut to live with your Aunt Mary-Clo,” he finished.
“WHAT? Crazy-Clo? The one who lives on a farm? You have got to be kidding me!” I cried.
“Don’t call her that!” said my mother.
“You guys always call her that!” I retorted.
“Enough. We think what you need is a breath of fresh air and few weeks without Jess’s influence. When we called your aunt this morning, she said she would be more than willing to have you for the rest of the summer.”
“But…” I began, but my dad cut me off.
“The discussion is over, and we have already made the decision. We booked the next direct flight, which leaves at six o’clock tonight, so you better start packing.”
“You can’t do this to me!” I yelled.
My mom looked up at me and said, “It’s the only thing left to do, Rachel.”

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Advice and critique for my story?

Posted on 04. Nov, 2010 by Lighting Expert.

- i have worked on it to improve it, but any advice or critique would be most welcome!! -

I walked swiftly to avoid any unpleasant meetings, it was dark already as it often was in winter and the cold was sinking in further than it ever dared in daylight. The dark made it daring and with every step I took my bones grew stiffer and my jaw ached from the pressing chill. In the cold I often got head aches and I could feel one coming now, but I did not mind, soon I would be home and then I would be warm.

The street looked the looked almost the same at night as by day, nothing ever changed here. I could hear drunken male singing coming from a nearby pub and the feminine whining of some old wench trying to raise her voice over the male slurred droning. I knew it was probably my mother but I did not care, it had been a mistake when she had had me, I understood that, it was not out of love, or even lust that I was conceived, it was out of mere cruelty on her part. Her twin sister Mina had loved, and as a rejection of her beautiful sister, my mother had stolen away the man she had loved and with magic blinded his eyes towards her fair sister and instead made him love her. She never loved him but she could never bear her sister to love when she could not. So I was conceived, and born. What a tale of spitefulness, I was not one bit proud of my background though I had long since been forgotten by my parents.

I knew that my father had died, not five days after my birth, coming to his senses he realized what he had done and took his own life. He had been noble man, my dad, and I liked to think that I would have done the same if ever I had been in his position.

I never heard what happened to my aunt but I loved her from the moment I saw her portrait on the old house wall, she had a kind and open face and in my dreams, she took on the manifestation of the Angel of Good. If ever she had had magic as my mother had, it would have been a clear sunlight magic unlike my mother’s which left stains of blood and hate, both figurative and literal, everywhere she went.

The tale of the Two Sisters was a popular one among the towns’ folk, and any children who disobeyed were told that they must be a dreaded child of Myra, at which they cried and swore never to do wrong again. Yes, people knew roughly what had happened, though many variations were heard around the towns, and I was often pitied and always shunned.

Home to me now was the town brothel where I cooked and cleaned in return for being allowed to sleep beside the fire and eat the leftovers, for the brothel maidens did not eat much. They did not mind my shady story as many claimed to similar tales which they thought made them seem more exotic and mysterious.

Reaching the gates the guards let me in and I skipped up the stairs and slipped quietly in. It was warmly lit inside, with strange red lamps hanging everywhere giving off a dark red glow and making the girls seem like shadow nymphs in the haze. A woman over by the far side of the room looked up as I entered and winked at me as I tried to slip by unnoticed. She beckoned to me and I knew I must go, being a mere slave to the Madame, I was their little messenger boy and had to do anything they asked of me. This woman did not work here though, I noticed that immediately, she wore a fully covering dress of a deep lilac and sat looking about her curiously as if this place was the most interesting pub. How wrong she was.

‘You work here boy? What sort of services do you offer? Anything better than these girls who so wantonly beg for any man to fill their upper and lower purses?’ She laughed as she stared at me interestedly and cocked her head to one side waiting for my answer.

I was taken aback, never before had I been asked to fulfill any client’s sexual pleasures, and I knew not how to as I was but a little virgin boy. The thought made me laugh.

‘You find the idea inviting, young one? How much do you charge now for your sweet jewels?’ As I did not answer, she got up and approached the Madame talking in a lowered voice as she gestured towards me. Madame looked surprised but quickly covered it and demanded a ridiculously high price that even I heard. What was she thinking! The other woman nodded exchanged some money and walked back towards me, looking more like an Athena than any of these tiny nymphs that crowded the settees around me, fondling and joking with their suitors for the night.

Up the stairs behind her flowing form I climbed. I gazed nervously around for an excuse for me to leave; I dreaded the moment in the bedroom when the doors were closed, for I knew from listening and spying on the girls that I still had a lot more studying to do before I felt capable to perform any of the acts they seemed so deft at. I dreaded embarrassment and rejection from this lovely woman, handsome and different to anything I had ever known.

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Recurring Boy In dreams, what does this mean?

Posted on 03. Oct, 2010 by Lighting Expert.

Three nights in a row i have had weird dreams about this boy that i see in school(older than me) i’ve never spoken to him, nor do i know his name, i just see him around school often. I’m just trying to figure out what these dreams mean, because i feel it is too much of a coincidence for the boy to be in my dream for 3 nights.

1st Dream: A girl that i haven’t spoken to in years is walking with me, she runs off with another girl and leaves me waiting on these stairs(that are in a museum i’ve been to) my friends are surrounding me, but aren’t talking to me. The "boy’ is there, the girl i was walking with comes back and breaks a lamp, the glass shatters everywhere. I run to help the "boy" clean the glass, he thanks me greatly and says im the nicest girl he has ever met. I woke up.(weird, right?)
2nd Dream:I’m late to school, there’s a basketball game going on, the ball gets handed to me. I score a basket and everyone is celebrating. I get given an award. When i turn around, i can see the "boy" staring at me intensely. Everyone starts to fade away. i’m still in school but there’s a heavy storm. I look around and see my father and sister kicking a ball around in the sidelines. I run to the middle but slip. I wake up.
3rd Dream: I’m in this random house, that i have never seen(but some elements of it resembles my best friend’s house) My best friend’s parents(who look differently than they usually do) are in the kitchen making a salad.(Imagine the twilight scene,if you’ve seen the movie, when the cullen family are in the kitchen making food for Bella) The "boy" knocks on the door and comes in. My friend’s dad talks to him, but he soon disappears. I can hear the parents discussing arranged marriages. Then everything changes to the bathroom and i’m washing my hands, i look around and there are teddy bears,pillows and valentine chocolates in the bath. This girl in my class, who i don’t usually talk to is there. She holds my hands, then my friend’s mother holds my hands too. The "boy" knocks on the door, we are all startled.
I woke up.
Sorry if this long, i’m just curious and want another opinion about my dreams.

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I'm 15, and I have OCD. I need help! OCD taking over my life, and my parents don't believe me!?

Posted on 21. Sep, 2010 by Lighting Expert.

I’m 15 years old and I have OCD and I need help.

My parents don’t think I have OCD when I clearly do.

Some of the things I do: (And I don’t do these things once and awhile, I do them everyday, at least 5 times a day)

When I’m in the kitchen, I hit every chair with the back of my hand as I circle the table. I run my fingers along the ridges of the tablecloth, I fix the rug a few times and make sure the cupboards are shut and with one set of cupboards I press the doors shut hard and then leave. I used to make sure the curtain was covering the doorknob of our backdoor, but I’ve replaced that compulsion with the rug thing.

When I’m in the bathroom, I tap the wall 20 times before ripping off a piece of toilet paper, then, I tap the toilet paper roll 12 times before actually flushing the toilet. I make sure that there is no water around the edges of the sink and then I fix the towel so that it looks just perfect, I make sure the right curtain is overlapping the left one and I hit the bin with washclothes in it 3 times with my foot. After I put on deodorant, I hit the deodorant down on the counter 3 times before setting it down. When I take a shower, I lay out a towel in front of the shower and if there’s a single bump in the towel or a single imperfection I have to fix it or get an entirely new towel. On my way out of the bathroom, I slam the door into the wall 2 times, fiddle with the lock 2 times, and press down on the light switch repeatedly.

When I’m in my room, I twist the doorknob 6 times, then I twist my lamp switch 9 times, and I fix the little rug on my floor so it looks centered and perfect. My bed has to be made a certain way everytime or I won’t lie down in it.

At school, if I’m taking a test, it takes me twice as long because I cant just write a letter like A, B, C, or D. I have to re-trace the letter until it’s very bold. I do this with every letter. And when I set books under my desk, they have to be perfectly aligned.

Also, I can’t have pens/pencils or the corners of books or dvds pointed at me. I will move them if they are. With my ipod, I can see 9 songs on the screen, when I pick a song, I make sure the song is right in the middle (4 above, 4 below) or I won’t listen to it, or I’ll just go back and fix it so it is. With my cell phone, I have a touch-screen and I off the screen 2 times through with my thumb and then rub it on my arm, and then set it down. When I flip it open, I wiggle the top half a few times before actually going on with whatever I was doing. If the bottom of my shoe ever touches my pants, I wipe my pants off for a good 2 minutes, even though I can see that nothing’s on them.

My parents see some of these obsessions everyday, but they still don’t seem to believe that I have OCD. I know I have OCD and I want help, so I can I convince them that I really do have OCD.

When I told my dad that I think I have OCD, he said "We all get a little obsessive at times."
And my dad was a doctor at a physciatric ward, he should know symptoms of OCD, I’m sure someone there had to have had OCD.

Please, I need help.
Kirky, I’ve been doing these things since I was 12, long before I even knew what OCD was.
Oh, I don’t know if I should put this under the same category as everything I do that’s OCD related, but I crack my wrists and neck repeatedly. (My wrists crack because I hit them and the back of my hand on wooden chairs, numerous times a day)

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Thoughts on excerpt from my work-in-progress novel?

Posted on 25. Aug, 2010 by Lighting Expert.

Red wine. Erin swirled the dark liquid delicately around in her glass before taking another dainty sip. Leaning far back into her comfortable armchair, she tilted her head back and admired the silence of the moment. No one talking, no one ordering her around, and best of all no one asking her any questions about anything at all. No more “Erin, are you sure—absolutely certain that you don’t remember anything?” Or “What do you think happened to Richard? Do you know where he is Erin?” “Erin, are you alright?” Even silly everyday questions had come to bother her: “How are you?” “Did you understand the math homework?” It barely mattered what the truth was anymore. In asking the question they already had her answer planned out and firmly fixed in their minds.
She lifted her heavy head up and took another swallow of wine—this one far more desperate and far less dainty than the last. She held the wine up to the dim flickering candle beside her, the only source of light in the room. A lamp was too risky. If either of her parents saw the light from under the door they would come in, when all Erin wanted was to be alone with her memories. ‘I sound like an 80 year old woman. . .’ the thought drifted across her mind slowly like the smoke from a flame. There one minute and gone the next.
Erin looked harder into her glass of wine, seeming to search the smallest of oceans for the answer to her largest of problems. The small and wavering light made for a beautiful effect between the deep red of the wine and the sparkling of her mother’s finest crystal. A beautiful shimmer. . ethereal sparkle. . .timeless. . perfect. . beautiful. She could feel her mind drifting, further and further away. Feeling her eyes begin to shut, and her soul wandering, Erin carelessly released the glass in her hand. The glass fell to the floor and spilled all over her legs, and managed to extinguish the small tea candle she had lit.
With a gasp, Erin jerked back home. What had she been doing?! She couldn’t believe her foolishness. As she sat there in the dark, the silence which had seemed so peaceful only moments before had now grated against her ears. Every breath of wind was a night terror rising from the depths of her past to come up and drown her. Every ticking off a far off clock a hammer falling, sentencing her to an awful fate.
Terrified and Erin rose up and fumbled for the switch to her lamp. When at last light flooded the room, Erin paled—horrified at the sight before her. The fine crystal glass lay haphazardly on her pale blue carpeting, the tea candle just scant inches away.
Shaking, Erin bent down and ran quivering fingers over her carpet. Completely dry. No sign of the wine anywhere at all. Not a stain left anywhere.
She felt like crying. She was trapped. Her breathing became unsteady as she changed her position to rest her head on her knees. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ No longer tipsy at all Erin knew without a doubt that she had just made the second biggest mistake of her life. She had spent three years running from those awful, terrible creatures. Three long years spent trying to forget what they had stolen from her. And now in a moment of weakness, of stupidity, or careless irresponsibility—she had begun her nightmare all over again. She had begun to, somehow, slip back into Faerie. And whats worse, by spilling the wine, she had made them an offering. She looked again at the painfully clean carpeting before her and let a few tears escape. She had made an offering, and they had accepted it.

Please note that this would serve as the prologue. (I don’t write sequentially, lol)
Bump. Also, positive comments are nice, but I would really like some more in depth analysis. Criticism will make me love you. I want something I can work off of here.

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