John Travolta The Boy In The Plastic Bubble

i have useless questions for you. Try answering them.?

1. Are you an innie or an outie?

2. Have you ever written a song?

3. Can you make change for a dollar right now?

4. Have you ever been in the opposite sex’s public toilet?

5. Have you ever written a poem?

6. Do you like catsup on or beside your fries?

7. Have you ever been a boy/girl scout?

8. Have you ever written a book?

9. Have you ever broken a mirror?

10. Are you superstitious?

11. What is your biggest pet peeve?

12. Do you slurp your drink after it’s gone?

13. Have you ever blown bubbles in your milk?

14. Would you rather eat a Big Mac or a Whopper?

15. Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?

16. Would you ever parachute out of a plane?

17. What’s the most daring thing you’ve done?

18. When you are at the grocery store, do you ask for paper or plastic?

19. True or False: You would rather eat steak than pizza.

20. Did you have a baby blanket?

21. Have you ever tried to cut your own hair?

22. How did that turn out?

23. Have you ever sleepwalked?

24. Have you ever had a birthday party at McDonalds?

25. Can you flip your eye-lids up?

26. Are you double jointed?

27. If you could be any age, what age would you be?

28. Have you ever gotten gum stuck in your hair?

29. Do you ride roller coasters?

30. What’s your favorite carnival ride?

31. What is your dream car?

32. What is your favorite cartoon of all time?

33. Have you ever eaten a dog biscuit?

34. If so, would you eat another one?

35. If you were in a car sinking in a lake, what would you do first?

36. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?

37. Can you pick something up with your toes?

38. How many remote controls do you have in your house?

39. Have you ever fallen asleep in school?

40. How many times have you flown in an airplane in the last year?

41. How many foreign countries have you visited?

42. If you were out of shape, would you compete in a triathlon if you were somehow guaranteed to win a big, gaudy medal?

43. Would you rather be rich and unhappy, or poor and happy?

44. If you fell into quicksand, would you try to swim or try to float?

45. Do you ask for directions when you are lost?

46. Have you ever held a Mexican jumping bean?

47. Are you more like Cinderella or Alice in Wonderland?

48. Would you rather have an ant farm with no ants or a box of crayons with broken points?

49. Do you prefer light or dark bread?

50. Do you prefer scrambled or fried eggs?

51. Have you ever been in a car that ran out of gas?

52. Do you talk in your sleep?

53. Would you rather shovel snow or mow the lawn?

54. Have you ever played in the rain?

55. Did you make mud pies?

56. Have you ever broken a bone?

57. Would you climb a very high tree to save a kitten?

58. Can you tell the difference between a crocodile and an alligator?

59. Do you drink pepsi or coke?

60. What’s your favorite number?

61. If you were a car, would you be an SUV or a sports car?

62. Have you ever accidentally taken something from a hotel?

63. Have you ever slipped in the bathtub?

64. Do you use regular or deodorant soap?

65. Have you ever locked yourself out of the house?

66. Would you rather make your living as a singing cowboy or as one of the Simpsons voices?

67. If you could invite any movie star to your home for dinner, who would it be?

68. Do you need corrective lenses?

69. Would you hang out with / date someone your best friend didn’t like?

70. Would you hang out with someone your best friend liked, but you didn’t like?

71. Have you ever returned a gift?

72. Would you give someone else a gift that had been given to you?

73. If you could attend an Olympic Event, what would it be?

74. If you could participate in an Olympic Event, what would it be?

75. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

76. If your grandmother gave you a gift that you already have, would you tell her?

77. Do you sing in the car?

78. What is your favorite breed of dog?

79. Would you donate money to feed starving animals in the winter?

80. What is your favorite fruit?

81. What is your least favorite fruit?

82. What kind of fruit have you never had?

83. If you won a $5,000 shopping spree to any store, which store would you pick?

84. What brand sports apparel do you wear the most?

85. Are/were you a good student?

86. Among your friends, who could you arm wrestle and beat?

87. If you had to choose, what branch of the military would you be in?

88. What do you think is your best feature?

89. If you were to win a Grammy, what kind of music would it be for?

90. If you were to win an Oscar, what kind of movie would it be for?

is this too much candy for the basket?

i am making an Easter basket for a 3 year old boy i take care of. he is 3, almost 4 years old.

his basket so far includes:

- a thing of bubbles shaped like a rubber ducky
-2 pairs of sunglasses
-a toddlers first bible
-a package of grow your own animal pills (the spongy ones)
-10 packs of spiderman fruit snacks
-10 packs of spongebob fruit snacks
-10 packs of cars fruit snacks
-3 suckers that come in plastic eggs (small but really cute)
-a huge egg w/ 40 spiderman tatoos
-a chocolate bunny ( a small one dollar one, nothing huge)
-a pack of peep chicks
-15 large eggs filled with sixlets
-14 small eggs filled with smarties
-14 small eggs with sweettart chicks and bunnie candies
-14 small eggs with jelly beans
-25 large eggs w/ chocolate candies
-15 small eggs w/egg hunt candies
-10 easter basket snack cakes (chocolate)
-7 cadbury cream eggs
-3 cadbury caramel eggs

and i know there is more but i lost track as i was making it…

i currenly have a wal-mart bag full of eggs to put beside the basket as all of this did not fit in the basket.

is this going to be a problem?
his mom knows he is gonna get spoiled and pretty much expects loads of candy for holidays by now

(his stocking filled a huge mixing bowl and was spilling over)
could i add more toys to balance out the sugar…..
he’ll probably just get most of it all over the house. also his parents take pieces of his sweet lol!
it gets put on top of the ice box so he doesn’t get free reign on most of it. it gets used for treats over time.
the parents know i spoil him. i get him clothes from the mall (punk/goth looking stuff lol), sneakers with his favorite super hero and lots of toys/sippy cups/toddler dishes.

El chico de la burbuja de plastico (final en español)

Escena final de la pelicula de John Travolta de 1976

Are these funny? Star if you like them:)?

1. A Cat’s Diary
Day 751: My captors continue to torment me with bizarre dangling objects. They eat lavish meals in my presence while I am forced to subsist on dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of eventual escape — that, and the satisfaction I get from occasionally ruining some piece of their furniture.

I fear I may be going insane. Yesterday, I ate a houseplant. Tomorrow I may eat another.

2. Little Johnny
Little Johnny was sitting one day on a dock. Along came a preacher and sat down beside him. Little Johnny had a mason jar full of what looked like water and he was turning it over and over, watching the bubbles float through it. The Preacher asked, “What are you doing with that water?” Little Johnny studied the contents of the jar for a moment, then explained, “Preacher, this here is turpentine. It’s the strongest liquid in the world.” The preacher replied, “Son, Holy water is the strongest liquid
in the world. Did you know if you rub a little Holy water on a pregnant woman’s belly, she will pass a baby boy?” Little Johnny thought about this one for a minute, and then remarked, “Nope, this here turpentine is still the strongest because if you rub it on a cat’s a**, it can pass a speeding car!”

3. These 4 gents go out to play golf one sunny morning. One is detained in the clubhouse, and the other three are discussing their children while walking to the first tee.
“My son Kent,” says one, “has made quite a name for himself in the home-building industry. He began as a carpenter, but now owns his own design and construction firm. He’s so successful in fact, in the last year he was able to give a good friend a brand new home as a gift.”
The second man, no to be out done, tells how his son began his career as a car salesman, but now owns a multi-line dealership. “Norm’s so successful, in fact, in the last six months he gave his friend two brand new cars as a gift.”
The third man’s son, Greg, has worked his way up through a stock brokerage, and in the last few weeks has given a good friend a large stock portfolio as a gift.
As the fourth man arrives at the tee, another tells him that they have been discussing their progeny and asks what line his son is in.
“To tell the truth, I’m not very pleased with how my son turned out,” he replies. “For 15 years, Chico’s been a hairdresser, and I’ve just recently discovered he’s gay. However, on the bright side, he must be good at what he does because his last three boyfriends have given him a brand new house, two cars, and a big pile of stock certificates.”

4. The king’s daughter
Once upon a time there lived a king. The king had a beautiful daughter. But there was a problem. Everything the princess touched would melt. No matter what; metal, wood, plastic — anything she touched would melt. Because of this, men were afraid of her. Nobody would dare marry her. The king despaired. What could he do to help his daughter? He consulted his
wizards and magicians. One wizard told the king, “If your daughter touches one thing that does not melt in her hands, she will be cured.” The king was overjoyed. The next day, he held a competition. Any man that could bring his daughter an object that would not melt would marry her and inherit the king’s wealth. Three young princes took up the challenge. The first prince brought a very hard alloy of titanium. But alas, once the princess touched it, it melted. The prince went away sadly. The second prince brought a huge diamond, thinking that diamond is the hardest substance in the world and would not melt. But alas, once the princess touched it, it melted. He too was sent away disappointed. The third prince approached. He told the princess, “Put your hand in my pocket and feel what is in there.” The princess did as she was told, though she turned red. She held it in her hand. And it did not melt!!! The king was overjoyed. Everybody in the kingdom was overjoyed. And the
third prince married the princess and they both lived happily ever after.
Question: What was the object in the prince’s pants?
They were M&M’s of course. They melt in your mouth, not in your hand.

Shuffle 50 songs game :D?

I love this game! xD Mine are:

1. “Paradise Lost”-Belle Epoque
2. “Killwhitneydead Vs. The River Bottom Nightmare Band”-Killwhitneydead
3. “The Relentless”-Settle The Sky
4. “Indefinite Bloodlust”-Veil of Maya
5. “All It Takes For Your Dreams To Come True”-A Skylit Drive
6. “Not A Single Word About This”-Alesana
7. “Hansel und Gretel”-We Butter The Bread With Butter
8. “Slain Upon My Faithful Sword”-I Killed The Prom Queen
9. “The Art of Subconcious Illusion”-Avenged Sevenfold
10. “Bitterness Is A Beautiful Thing”-Killwhitneydead
11. “Death Breath”-Bring Me The Horizon
12. “Bulimic”-The Used
13. “Prayers”-In This Moment
14. “Re: They Have No Reflections”-Bring Me The Horizon
15. “Just A Taste”-Scary Kids Scaring Kids
16. “Diamonds”-Breathe Carolina
17. “Back To Back”-The Chariot
18. “A Grand Scene For A Color Film”-Norma Jean
19. “Wonderless”-Pierce The Veil
20. “They’ll Never Get Me (Word With You)”-Drop Dead, Gorgeous
21. “Nurse! Nurse! (I’m Losing My Patients)”-Sparks The Rescue
22. “Gossip”-Breathe Carolina
23. “Because 7 Ate 9″-Before Their Eyes
24. “Til The Bubbles Stop”-Suicide Silence
25. “To Hell and Back”-blessthefall
26. “What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse”-The Black Dahlia Murder
27. “The Two-armed Man”-Eatmewhileimhot!
28. “Guys Like You Make Us Look Bad”-blessthefall
29. “Bloody Romance”-Senses Fail
30. “I Don’t Feel Very Receptive Today”-Underoath
31. “Friends And Alibis”-Escape The Fate
32. “What This Means To Me”-I See Stars
33. “Red Dress”-Lovehatehero
34. “Honest Hitchhikers Asking For Cash Handouts”-Sky Eats Airplane
35. “Beauty In The Eyes Of The Beholder”-A Bullet For Pretty Boy
36. “I Swear This Place Is Haunted”-A Skylit Drive
37. “The Art Of Sharing Lovers”-A Static Lullaby
38. “Heir To The Throne”-I Am Abomination
39. “B.D.K.I.A.F.”-The Amity Affliction
40. “Daddy’s Falling Angel”-In This Moment
41. “So Plastic So Pretty (KWDMF Remix)”-Killwhitneydead
42. “Mark My Words”-Veil of Maya
43. “Like Nails To A Casket”-I Killed The Prom Queen
44. “Knives and Pens”-Black Veil Brides
45. “There Are Good Guys, Bad Guys, and Me”-Dead and Divine
46. “Everlong”-Foo Fighters
47. “Holdin’ It Down For The Underground”-A Day To Remember
48. “Shoeshine For Neptune”-Arsonists Get All The Girls
49. “Alex English”-Dance Gavin Dance
50. “I Know I”-A Hero A Fake

I did alot cause I was bored, you can do less if you want.

What do you think So far of my Story?

I knew I wasn’t supposed to be doing this. It was defacing something, and I knew that wasn’t the best, but I couldn’t stop.

I continued to pick at the eraser of m my pencil. My nails eating away at the rubber. It was almost gone, and the eraser couldn’t do anything to stop it’s fate. My test paper was still blank. Everyone else in the classroom had left; I was the only one who hadn’t completed the final algebra exam. I did hear the teacher’s voice, but it didn’t exactly permeate into my head I guess. I turned the pencil around and around in my hand. I heard a annoying buzz from the front of the room.
“Paige, the time is up, the test is over. You have to go to your next class now.” I stared at my desk. I didn’t want to look into the beady mole eyes of Mrs. Dart. I also did NOT want to go out into the congested halls and get swallowed. On the other hand, It did mean I could leave and get away from Mrs. Dart’s lazy eye and hate-filled glare. She would like it if I were perfect, Like Melissa Abigail Brenner: 9th grade President, and teenage boy wet dream target. All the boys drool over her when she walks by as if she was carrying a platter of bacon along with her. She is practically the school royalty, and if she stepped in dog doo, All the guys would line up in honor of licking her feet clean. Not that any dog would dare doo in her path.
Mrs. Dart LOVED Melissa Brenner. She turned in her papers in on time and all the right bubbles were filled in on her tests. She had a perfectly placed french braid and a group of wannabe Melissa’s. But here’s the clincher, the real nail-biter, the jaw-dropper: She’s nice. Sweet as pie. Perfect.

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I filed out into the crowed hall and swam along with it to the cafeteria. I sat down with my friends. I couldn’t exactly call them that though. They didn’t really talk much, like me. Well, to me anyway. I held my orange tightly in my hands and noticed my purple nail polish was wearing off in flakes. I’d have to redo them again to cover the blueish tint that was emerging. I let my eyes swim over to the center table; Where Melissa and her friends sat. I wondered if I would ever sit there in my life.
“Paige?” I looked back over to my own table. At Emma, to be exact.
“Yeah?” I squeaked.
‘Do you want my yogurt?” She offered the plastic container. I was hungry, I truly was. But I shook my head.
“No, Thanks though.” Emma just smiled, but not a genuine smile. A pity smile. Then, we heard Andi go off. She had her iPod on full blast and we could hear “Baby” by Justin Bieber blaring, erupting her eardrums.
“BABY BABY BABY NOooooOOO!!!!” She screamed, and everyone stared at her as she sprayed applesauce everywhere. I giggled. Andi was probably more enthusiastic for the both of us and then some.

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I opened the chipped wood gate to my house, which reminded me of my nails, and that I needed a manicure badly. Inside, I found my mother lying on the couch, she wasn’t doing good these days. The stupid Doctor with his stupid coat whiter than paper had told me she would die soon. Die. Be gone. Croak leave earth, Pass on, whatever the hell you want to call it. But I didn’t believe him. Not for one minute. She had Melanoma, a putrid kind of Cancer that ate away at her heart and whatever else she needed. I proceeded to go into the kitchen. I crushed five different kind of pills and put them in a bowl of Ice cream.
“Mom?” Her eyes fluttered open and a smile was on her face.
“Thank you Sweetie.” I smiled a pity smile and sprinted up the stairs. I slammed the door of my room: http://www.homelegancefurnitureonline.com/images/1386-Daybed-Complete.jpg… shut and flipped on the light. I took my pillow and bit into it. I screamed. But no one could hear it. I crawled across the floor and looked into the tall mirror on the back of my door. I started with the feet. They were the least repulsive. They were white and clean. I went higher to my legs. They were thick and wobbly, Not like Melissa’s; her were thin, tan and muscular, the kind that flex instead of jiggle; I bet they don’t rub together when she walks.
I looked at my stomach. There was a small roll over the top of my jeans. It was gross. I went up more, to my breasts, which baffled me because since I’m fat, I would asume that my boobs would be somewhat bigger, but they weren’t. I look like a boy; short hair, flat chest and dirty fingernails.
I was done. I proceeded to my closet and flung open the door. I stood on my tip-toes and withdrew the sho

For everyone who can help me. How can i improve my writing here?

Chapter one.
The old woman sat at a small rock beside the entrance of the garage. A black veil encircled her wrinkly, brown face and a mauve cloak swayed in the soft breeze at her narrow shoulders. The soles of her feet were black with dust. Last week, she sold her sandals to buy herself a scarf.

Beside her, Adham, her grandson banged his wooden doll against the rocky floor of the garage, where they lived. He looked at his grandma, waiting for a reply to his misdeed.

She held him up, throwing the doll away and walked into the small hut at the end of the garage. Her gait was slow. Her hips moved upwards and downwards as she dragged her feet over the cement stones, implanted in the ground.

The door to the hut was a towel torn at the middle. At night, she had to press its lower edge under a heavy stone to thwart any intruders. Inside the hut, a bed stood against unpainted, grey wall. White sheets spread across the wavy floor, Where Hayam slept. At the head of the sheet, an oven with a dangling door stood, waiting to heat a crust of bread or an expired tuna can.

She sat at the edge of the bed. Her grandson ate at some stale crusts of bread from the floor and after wincing with saliva bubbling at his lips, he spat it out. After some minutes, he fell to his back and slept.

Hayam walked to the window above the oven. It had a wooden door, painted in green. She pushed it and looked at a small pigeon standing at the stone where she sat some minutes ago. It was a beautiful pigeon. Her head was black and as you went lower, her body turned brown and right at her feathery tail it turned nearly purple. It bent down, poking a crust of bread with her peak into, what Hayam thought to be her husband’s mouth. it was so lovely to see such love, such warmth.

Hayam closed her eyes and imagined her husband, Hassan, sitting with her at their farm with the sun rising at the horizon. He would have a quick draught of his brown mug of milk then wash it and make tea for her in it.

“To my beautiful gypsy queen,” he would say as he would bend down, offering Hayam the mug. His green, narrow eyes would sparkle against the faint, light of a candle, as if he was about to cry.

Something stirred behind her. She turned and a hefty man walked into the hut. He wore a shirt smeared with black patches and a plastic, green sandal that failed to cover the black feet and long, dirty nails. Some oily patches between his receding hairs glimmered under the light of the lamp that hung down from the ceiling by a wire. His blue trousers were smeared like his shirt, especially at the knees. It seemed he spent a long time kneeling on them to fix one of the cars at his small shop.

“I can’t manage your son alone, Ramadan,” Hayam said, holding the baby boy from under the armpits and placing him at the bed, against the wall. “Your wife must return. I can’t do everything alone.”

“Mom, I told you. I can’t do anything about it.” Ramadan said, opening the door of the oven and peering into it. “There was a piece of meat right here this morning…”

“I ate it,” Hayam said, “I was hungry…”

“I’m hungry too,” he said, kicking the door of the oven. It closed over the oven, creaked, and clunked back over the floor. “Fine look, Mom. I am letting you to live with me, out of the purity of my heart. You should be grateful. I am not letting you to live in my home to eat my food. You can manage yourself; it is not my problem you are hungry. I’m the one who works, I need this food.”

“And I need someone to be with me,” Hayam said, “I’m alone; can’t you see that.”

“I don’t care,” Ramadan yelled, “I’m not here to stay with you; I have a family to feed, I have a wife waiting for me.”

Ramadan felt a warm, bony hand at his shoulder. “Am I not a part of your family, boy?”

“Take your hands off me,” he jerked his shoulder and Hayam withdrew her hand; her fingers outstretched towards her son’s body.