I got a call from a girl today, and I eventually went to pick her up from her house that is about 15-20 minutes away from where I live and we went to technically dinner, being it was about 6:30pm when I picked her up. We talked the entire drive to the restaurant, she seemed to like my stories and we held a good conversation, being that we left the restaurant about 2 hours later. She then asked what we should do next, and I invited her to visit with my friend for a while, seeing how she needed to be back home by 10, and it was already 9. She said ok, and we visited my friend for a bit, and while there, she decided to approach me and feel my pockets for my cigarettes, take my pack, get a cigarette, then put my pack back in my pocket. We left my friend’s apartment (where I might also mention she didn’t even want to sit down at) then I brought her home. She didn’t do anything when she got out of my vehicle, but proceeded to tell me “text me”. Is she interested?

About 3 years ago, I was pretty much in my first real relationship, I just didn’t know it. A very close friend and I had slowly become inseparable. We were always together, always there for each other, blatantly going  out on dates even, to the movies and to  restaurants on our own.. I was so oblivious, only 17, I didn’t even realize that my love for her was more than friendship - and it turns out that her feelings were the same. But it took me forever to accept even the possibility that I could be attracted to girls (despite every glaringly obvious sign through my whole life.. especially my total disinterest in boys.. hindsight is 20/20 and all that). But 2 years ago my family and I suddenly had to move (halfway across the country..) My dad took on a new job. I had been seriously ill through most of my teen years and had not saved up enough to move out - also I was not ready to be so far from my family. Speaking of my family I haven’t told them any of this at all.. I’m so scared to, I don’t know how they’d react. How do you talk to them about something like this? And my best friend, who is like a sister to me, I worry that she might become awkward around me if I try to seek her advice

I don’t know if I can refer to her as my first girlfriend or not - we  never even kissed - but she later confessed her feelings to me. Looking back, she dropped so many hints that I feel ashamed that I barely picked up on any of them. I adore her and I miss her every day. I am still so confused. The worst part is, I still love her so much. I don’t know what will happen next for us, but we were hoping to go to the same university.. Even share an apartment.. Someday. Should I tell her how I feel.. That no matter what happens, I will always love her, and that if our paths cross again I will be there for her? I miss her so much and I don’t think I can move on.

Even as a friend I miss her. I wish we hadn’t had to move mid-way through my last year of high school.

But thanks so much for reading my insanely long question.

My uncle is working on his U.S. Citizenship form and stumbles upon he doesn’t get and asks this guy in his restaurant. The guy says he doesn’t have a green card and is here illegally. My uncle walks away and continues on the form. But he then stumbles upon another question he doesn’t get and asks the same guy again. The question was if he lived in a house or an apartment. My uncle owns a house and then the guy says wait, “your really applying to be a citizen?” My uncle says yeah and then the guy says that he was joking about not being here illegally. He tells my uncle he works for homeland security. (By the looks of him, he does look important, wears a military like suit with many medals) My uncle instantly believes him and the guy tells him he can help him with the form. The guy also offers it at a cheaper price than what it would cost but a higher chance of passing the test. The guy says he need my uncles paper work so he can do it. That includes birth certificate and social security number and things like that. I over hear them and start thinking if he’s a fake and get worried because now my family wants to do it. I am more worried because they are going to use my social security number and birth certificate too. Now many family members of mine are doing this. I’ve talked to my parents about it but they tell me not to worry about it and leaves it at that. So yeah I was wondering if anyone could help me. ITS VERY URGENT!

I just turned 23. I know what I want to do for a career. I want to be a helicopter pilot. I have scouted out EVERYTHING possible except financing for school.
Anyway, I have had a big year. I moved into my own apartment on my own and had some family troubles that are no concern to me anymore. I work at a restaurant and make decent money. However, I just recently had a management position offer. I have the choice of sticking around a year and working at the restaurant or leaving at the beginning of the semester to go to this helicopter academy out of state. I have been thinking about taking a little less than a year to just work at the restaurant and try to save some money because when I go to this helicopter academy, I am getting help from saved money and loans. Am I going about this wrong? Should I take a break or go straight to school? I really like my apartment and want to stay a bit longer, but I don’t want to keep putting my plans off either.
BTW…i can’t really move back to my state right after helicopter school…Absolutely no jobs where I live and I would take the first best job offered to me anywhere in the country…so coming back immediately isnt a option

I just graduated High School in May and im looking for a job that can help support me. Some things have happend in my personal life to where im going to have to get a apartment with a friend. Are there any good sites that are good for people who do have a high school diploma but no college degree yet? Im thinking some sort of retail store or restaurant any ideas???

Breathing in the musty air of his laboratory he sat back down and returned to his work. He had to pay the bills and his grant money was almost gone.
“How did I get a grant in the first place?” he wondered aloud.
“It must have been a pity grant,” he answered, looking around at the refuse that covered the floor of the lab. “They give pity grants don’t they?”
“Well of course they do.” Again he answered his own question. “It is just like a pity date.”
He began to grow tired of talking to himself (he was his only company lately, so this wasn’t an isolated incident). He had to make some new discovery to be granted any more money to live on. He had been researching boring things since he had graduated, and he was sick of publishing essays with titles like “The Nocturnal Life of Amoeba” and “Genetically Modified Corn: Delicious Dinner or Masked Killer.”
He really needed to sleep. With dreary steps, he walked to his bedroom and laid himself down. The bumps that covered his ceiling were like taunts written in braille. They were telling him that he should be up; he should be writing boring essays about his boring findings to submit to the National Science Foundation to get more grant money.
Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. Sleep would have to wait. As he got back to his desk he noticed the large stack of lap reports that sat next to his computer. He picked up the top few sheets and skimmed through the his most recent labs. Why was everything that he did so boring? Nothing in this stack was even moderately interesting compared to some of the other events going on in the science community.
“Maybe I should just give up!” he announced while running his hand through his hair. “Why should I even joke like that? I have nothing to give up.”
Needing to clear his mind, the biologist stumbled out of his apartment. He walked down the stairs and onto the street. When he started walking he had no intention of going anywhere, but he soon found himself in a restaurant, and he took a seat at the bar.

-:-

Sitting back in her office chair, the author rubbed her temples. She wasn’t getting anywhere with her newest novel. It was going to be just another generic mystery novel if she didn’t come up with any new ideas soon.
She stood up. Without any ideas to work with she flipped the television on.
“Do you need help making your payments?” asked the overly charming man on the screen.
“Pff, of course I do, who doesn’t?”
“Well then call us today to get a loan with interest as low as 6.77%!”
“Oh really? Too bad I wouldn’t make enough money to pay back the loan. Ever,” she snarled. She quickly became sick of the advertisement and changed the channel.
“. . . but Debbie always gets to go-” She shut the annoying box off and returned to her desk. What can I write? The computer is blank, and so is my mind. I hate this! I am scheduled to have this done in three weeks! That is never going to happen. That is never going to happen. That is never going to happen. What can I do? Everything that I am writing is boring, and none of it is good enough to get published. My last book, The Holy Spirit, The Human Spirit, The Whole Shebang was so good! Why can’t I capture some of that this time around?
Her mind was racing when she found herself at the refrigerator. There was no food there, nor was there any in the cupboard. Anxiously she picked at her sleeve.
I am starving. I need to head to the store and pick up some food. I have to meet the publisher in an hour at a restaurant down town; I can wait to eat until then.
She walked out onto the sidewalk. She began to walk hands constantly plucking away at the sleeves of her sweater.
When she entered the restaurant she took a seat at the bar next to a man with oddly disheveled hair.
“I need to get that grant,” the man said to nobody in particular.
“What do you mean?” she asked while giving him a skeptic look.
“Hmm?” He looked at her. “Oh yes, yes. I need to get another grant to live on. I am a biologist you see, though not a very successful one. I have recently been asking myself if the first grant was one that I received out of sheer pity.”
“Oh,” she said before ordering a drink and continuing their conversation.

-:-

Laying down his finished copy of Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse-Five, the boy sighed. There was no greater feeling in the world than finishing a good book. Now that the school year had finished he could read whatever he wanted with all of his free time.
He wiped his glasses on his t-shirt. Unlocking the brakes on his wheelchair, he wheeled himself into the kitchen to get a drink. Science fiction and fantasy stories flooded the boys head most of the day, even when he wasn’t absorbed in a book.
On his way to the kitchen he glanced toward his bookshelves. They were packed full with names like Tolkien, Orwell, and Adams. He adored each and every one of them. He never we

My friend and I are saving up for an apartment. What is a good way for us to make some extra money without getting an actual job (such as a restaurant, grocery store, etc…). Preferably something that can be done at home on the computer, or on weekends/nights.

I used to live in Memphis, and nobody told me that you can’t go outside after dark. . . and true enough, I was mugged during my second night in that city.

Now I’m moving to Charleston, South Carolina, and I’ll be cycling to (and from) work on Meeting Street; my apartment will be on Grove Street. Will I be safe? I’d like to be able to walk to clubs/restaurants at night, too. Insights?

I am 23 years old and I go to school full time in California. I have a job at a restaurant that does not offer health insurance and my parents would not be contributing financially.
If I move out to an apartment, can I stay on my parents health insurance?

Okay, it’s a long story from the very beginning, so I’m just going to skip straight to… After the second divorce My Mom ended up having. We moved to an apartment, My Mom, My Little sister, and of course, Me. My Mom was and still is a teacher, so, We didn’t have a lot of money, but enough to for food, water, shelter, clothing, and sometimes a bit of fun. About a year later, She starts meeting up with guys online, trying out for different guys, and I guess I was a bit worried, but I didn’t mind so long as She was happy. She met a guy named Chris last November, and at first, I thought He was cool. I didn’t get to meet Him till… About 6 months later. But He was keeping My Mom happy, and that was what was important to Me, based on Her previous divorce. He lived about an hour away, and was I guess middle to high class on the Social level. He had His own house, His daughter, His room-mate, and all these high-tech stuff I guess. And every single day, school day or not, We’d have to drive out there just to see Him. I guess I was okay with that. I barely had time to finish My homework though, and I’m a 3.8-4.0 student, so homework was very important to Me. There were school breaks where We had about a week or two off, and We’d spend it there most of the time. The problems mostly started in Summer when I spent them with My Mom. I guess like a lot of people, I felt ignored. My Mom would spend all of Her time with Chris, and spent less and less time with My Little sister, as well as Me, but I didn’t care really. Chris has a daughter named Kaysie, who plays with Asia, My sister, a lot. At first, She got on every one of My nerves, from, crying about pointless things I did like setting up an account on Her Wii system for a game, to things like shutting doors in My face and talking back with everything I did. I talked to My Mom about this, but Chris would always jump into the conversations and tell Me to toughen up and ignore it, and so My Mom would agree. As Summer went on, We spent everyday there. I’m not so much of a huge eater, but like any normal human being, I DID get hungry. But whenever I asked for things, they’d get Me some canned fruit or cereal I didn’t even like. My Mom always cooked what She and Chris liked, while I had to cook whatever I knew how to cook, which was only Spaghetti. So that whole summer, all I ate was Spaghetti, Ice cream, Fruits, and Cereal. I’m a picky person I guess.
As time went on, My Mom started actually not paying any attention to what I said. Literally. I once, for some reason I’m still unknown to, had a huge stomach ache and head ache, and I felt cold and sick even though it was burning hot outside. I told Her over and over, but it was like She didn’t hear Me. Then She’d talk to Her boyfriend as if I didn’t say anything. I was frustrated, of course. And I would always come to Her to tell Her something, like what the kids were arguing about, what I did and felt proud of Myself for doing, but She’d pay no attention to what I said, and again, went to Her boyfriend. I always asked Her if We could go out to eat since there wasn’t anything to eat, and We’d just go to like, Cold Stone, the ice cream place, or She’d pick up some fast food, which I’m really against and She knew it. And then other nights, She would go out with Chris to actual Restaurants. That made Me even MORE mad. But I ignored it. They went dirt-bike riding, which I don’t like to be on anything with wheels, so, no sense in Me coming. But they made Me anyways, when all I did was sit in the car 90% of the time. Then My Mom and Chris declared that We were moving this summer to a house that was only a few blocks away from MY house. I only knew Chris for 3 months by that time, and I told My Mom I wasn’t comfortable about it, but all She said was, Why? Why huh? Why are You uncomfortable? Does He do anything You don’t like? No. So why be uncomfortable?
Hellllooooo. I only knew Him for 3 MONTHS. It’s not like it was 3 YEARS.
I also had a birthday that Summer, but I was at My Dad’s. And for the past 6 years, whether or not I’m at My Dad’s or with Her, She would always be at My Birthdays. Instead, She decided to go with Chris to Maryland, from California, to visit His family. THAT just REALLY got Me and ruined My birthday. She decided to go ON the day of My Birthday too. She didn’t even CALL until like.. The next two days. So I spent My Birthday locked in My room.
After We moved, I noticed things change. Asia and Chris argued a LOT. Like, everyday, even up till not, they’re arguing. They have A.D.H.D. and I’m not sure if that adds in to any of this… But I have homework that I need to do since I’m in High School, and I can never focus. But My Mom ends up ending it. How? By agreeing that Chris was right, and Asia was the “wrong” one in it. My Mom agrees with Chris about everything unless