Lipstick Answers

i have to make a poem pretending i’m a lipstick….what sound does a lipstick make when we a apply it?

I’m trying to write a book. This is the first chapter so far. How do you think it sounds? Would you read it? What should I change? I know there are a lot of spelling mistakes, the spell check on my laptop is busted & I’m not the best speller
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Chapter 1 – Barely August 1st 2009
I woke with a start. The pieces of my dream were already slipping away. I tried to focus on certain parts hopping to remember them but right when I foucused on one it sliped away. Being myself I got quickly frusterted & gave up. I rolled over & checked the clock. It was 4:17 am. Of course… I couldn’t wake up at a normal time. I could still feel my heart pounding & could still feel the terror I had felt in my dreams causing adrline to pump through my vines. I knew going back not going to happen so I rolled out of bed & turned on the shower. The water heated up fast so I stepped in. The water was warm to me but it probably would be freezing to anyone else. I stood there for a mintue & tried to relax my tense muscles. Then I grabbed a bottle of vinalla scented shampoo & scurbbed my hair clean. A few mintues later I stepped out of the shower. I wrapped myself in one of those tiny hotal towels & went to my suitcase to get my clothes. I walked back into the bathroom to get ready. I was still working in today because I had to finish my report, so I pulled a brush through my hair & brushed my teeth. Then I pulled on a white sports bra & a pair of my black work pants. My hair was dry now so I debated wiether to leave it down or pull it back. It was shoulder blade length & it was flame red. It fell in curlys. Not widl curls but small & a mix between waves & curls. It was sometimes hard to pull into a bun but it got annoying when it was down & got into my face so I decided to pull it back. Then I pulled on a skin tight white undershirt. Over that I pulled on a back holster & slipped a Sig-Sauer p220 .45 cliber with an extra clip into the places… Oh, yeah, I’m an agent for the FBI. I put my arms through the arm holes of my white button down shirt. I buttoned up the buttons leaving a couple open at the top & pushed the sleeves up a little past my elbows. I grabbed my make-up bag & placed a couple things on the counter. I applied a little mascare & eyeliner around my eyes & a little bit of “rosewood” colored lipstick. I looked back from the mirror. After a couple of seconds I sighed. I looked older then my 29 years but still young. I was short at about 5’4 & I looked about 100 pounds. Of course I was actully 130 pounds. Most of it muscle. I had swimming, yoga, & running to thank for that. On my right ring finger was a ring. This ring was a custom made claddagh ring. My parents had given it to my on my 13th birthday. The band was silver & so were the hands. The heart was made of a beautiful ruby & suronded by saphires. It was faceing up because I was single. The crown was made of gold & had two small saphires & one small ruby in it. It was a beautiful ring that stood out against my pale skin. I barely had any curves & was like a B-cup. My red hair normal fell to my shoulders in curls & framed my face which was often described as childlike & delicate. I had medium sized lips, a delicate small nose, & high pretty cheekbones which were sprinkled with freckles. My eyes dominated my face though. They were wide & inncoent looking giving my face the whole childlike innocence. They were bright green & were framed by lashes of average length. All in all I guess you could say I was pretty in the non tradional way. Relizing how stuid I sounded I grapped my belt holster & clipped it to my waistband. It was the kind that made it look like you just tucked the gun into your waist band. Then I slipped my Glock model 22 .40 caliber into it & pulled the matching blazer for the pants on. I looked into the mirror. I looked like a 30-year-old office employ trying to impress my bosses. Also I looked total harmless. That thought made me smile. I could feel the two guns pressed to my back & waist & also the knives. On was strapped to my ancles, another to my uper arm & two more hidden in the chopstick like hair things I had just sliped in my bun. I couldn’t wait to get back home & not have to be so dressy, but of course since I was working with another office I dressed like this in an attepmt to get respect. Of course the first day I was here I relized that wouldn’t be necessary. On of the other agents had tried to flirt & was ziolating my personaly space… he had to wear a brace for two days on his arm. I walked over to the tiny table where I had some papers laid out & started the coffee machine. In a few mintues it was hissing & steming. I sat down & looked at the clock. It was now 5:45 am. Didn’t have to be at the FBI building in LA till 7:00 so I decide to get some work done here. I planned to leave the hotal early so I could get a lot of work done today & maybe leave tomorro

hey ive been told i wear alot of makeup
okay i must admit i used to try loads of makeup styles like flicks & bright glitters
but now i try & go for light colours
im 14 & wear
a foundation which matches my skin & i know loads of people cant apply foundation without going orange lol but i no i dont because ive been told i do my foundation good
i wear mascara, eyeliner on the bottom of my eye , maybe a gold, pink or brown eyeshadow
and most the time i wear a baby pink lipstick or lipgolss
i mainly wear makeup at school lol because if i dont you know how it is you get called a load of names & it doesnt help being pale as people take the mick
so just wondering does that makeup sound like a lot to you

In this Horror Novel I’m writing, a 19 year old girl works at a Pub called the Cheshire Cat (Yes it’s legal, if your 19 you can work with Alcohol, you just aren’t allowed to drink it until age 21) anyway, her pervy boss Jerome flirts with her, when she rejects him, he insults her, & makes her lock up at around 10pm as it’s a sunday or something. He leaves her all alone & goes home, as do the last remaining patrons & barstaff, our current main character, Natasha, the barmaid, cleans up a bit, puts stuff away, then goes to the bathroom to freshen up before locking it, (as she’s going to meet an old highschool sweetheart) as she is about to leave, somebody turns the jukebox on, & she is suddenly met with some oldie music. She goes to the jukebox eventually, before seeing in lipstick, it says turn around on the glass, she turns & screams & is attacked by a killer with a hatchet. Long story short, she is chased through pub & jumps through shut window to escape, killed with a hatchet to the back of the head, then the next day, they find she has been partially eaten by guarddogs, let out by the killer afterwards.
Anyway, besides all this: Would a pub have guard dogs to ward off thieves? That & anything unrealistic you see in the description.

The party was totally fab. Nearly three hundred of us graduating seniors, plus everyone’s plus one. Guys in fancy suits & shiny shoes stayed near the bar, ordering virgin margaritas, & later spiking them with vodka. Girls in thousands of dollars worth of couture danced tipsily on the huge dance floor. I was in the centre of the girls, dancing with my best friend, Belle, & my boyfriend, Nate. Until they left me alone on the dance floor.
Dehydrated, I left the dance floor, looking for Belle & Nate. I headed toward a dark corner near the restrooms, fully intentding to redo my lipstick & leave. I trip over two entangled bodies, & found them to be Belle & Nate. Angry, I took my lipstick from my red quilted Chanel clutch, & applied it as I stormed out of the hotels grand ballroom.
I wasn’t even drunk. Not even near slightly tipsy. Even so, on my way home from that party, I died.

In Obama’s own words “Technically, had I meant it this way, she would be the lipstick. The failed policies of John McCain would be the pig.”
That is an exact quote from the show, removing all the “uhms” & other stammers.
I think it is naive to think he didn’t mean there to be any connection to Palin’s quote. But I do NOT think he was calling her a pig.
And I was defending him accordingly http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;… – untill I played the TiVo recording Of Obama’s comments on Letterman.
I still think it isn’t a great big deal, but I think he did make matters worse.

I know I just asked this question but I have added stuff. Just so you know my dad makes a lot of money (try $1,000,000 a year) & so all of the prices I have already looked into. I know that all of this seems l lot of money to you, but not to me! The food is provided at the boarding place. Anything I am missing?
Horse: $5,000-$12,000
English Tack:
Saddle, girth, & stirrups: $3,000
2 sets of bridle, reins, & bit: $500
Martingale: $100-$300
Nylon halter: $23
Breakaway halter: $25
Leather halter: $45
2 lead ropes: $30
Jumping/English saddle pad: $43
Western/Trail saddle pad: $50
Crop: $20
Board (including optional services): $1,000
Other:
Fly mask: $50
Turn out/fly sheet (two in one): $250
Stable sheet: $100
Fleece cooler: $100
Stable bandages: $30
Buckets: $50
Feed buckets: $10
Water buckets: $10
Hay net: $10
First aid kit: $50
Fly spray: $25
Dewormer: $50
Supplements: $10
Salt/mineral block: $10
Stall toys: $50
Saddle cover: $20
Helmet cover: $20
Treats: $30
Lunge whip: $20
Lunge line: $25
Horse boots: $100
Horse shipping boots: $50
Grooming supplies:
Hoof Pick: $10
Sweat Scraper: $12
Dandy Brush: $8
Plastic Curry Comb: $3 (This will only be used to clean off other brushes)
Rubber Curry Comb: $4
Body Brush: $14
Metal Curry Comb: $10 (This will only be used to clean off other brushes)
Face Brush: $31
Soft Brush: $8
Clean Sponges: $50
Water Brush: $5
Tea Towel: $16
Hoof Brush: $2
Mane N’ Tail conditioner: $20
Shampoo: $20
Show sheen: $15
Hoof oil: $10
Riding wear: (Just ignore all of this except boots & helmet)
2 pairs of navy breeches: $200
White breeches: $100
Black breeches: $100
Pale pink polo: $50
Navy polo: $50
Cobalt blue polo: $50
Lipstick polo: $50
Jacket: $140
Vest: $90
Bag: $40
Boots: $300
Helmet: $100
Tack cleaning supplies:
Saddle soap: $10
Bucket: $10
Sponges: $30
Another hoof pick (to get icky stuff off the bridle, bit, etc): $5
Dentist: $200
Vet: $500
Annual vaccines/fecal exam/coggins: $300
Teeth floating: $100
Farrier: $200
Insurance: $200
What am I missing? Thanks in advance!