Projector Alarm Clock

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Okay, so its the Fall season and all the sudden, all of these stink bugs came into my living room. Im only 13 so I cant really do anything about it, since my dad runs this house. He wont buy any spray because he thinks that a bigger bug will come afetr that and get them, then stay in our house. Its like my dad wont do anyhting about it!! ALl he does is everytime I call him saying "Dad! There’s another one on the wall!" or "Hurry! Theres one crawling on the ceiling and its flying!!" he just taking a plastic cup and traps them in there and then flushes them down the toilet. He wont do anything else about these discusting bugs and it has my mom, sister, and I freaked out. My dad never does anything if we have a problem..ughhh…
Okay, so anyways wanna know how I woke up? Not for an alarm clock, but from a buzzing sound IN MY ROOM. It was a stink bug andI ran outt, shut the door, and now Im trying to fund a way to kill them. Anything cheap to buy to kill them or anything?!?! Pleasee help this is getting out of hand and he never listens to me!

It’s time to go and buy presents for my parents and my sister! (Yay ^^) Normally I’d get my mother a couple of books from her favorite author or something special. I’d get my dad some socks, a nice shirt, some interesting gadgets and whatnot, and my sister would get something not very thought out .

But this time it’s different. I’ve had enough bullying and unreturned favors. It’s time to face the facts. My parents are indifferent douchebags who adamantly think that an unproductive person deserves nothing but scorn. It’s not that I’m unproductive with my top grades and hard time consuming week-end job. I just happen to like video games. And anything that promotes videogames or any form of entertainment (but books which i don’t read) should be payed for with my own damn money!

That’s why I get chips, alarm clocks and uninteresting books about history instead of video games and other awesome stuff that my friends get, in return of more expensive things. The best thing i got for my birthday last year was from my aunt in Italy who forgot to send me a present and retroactively gave me 10$ in Swedish Kronor. That’s pretty sad considering that my dad has (I suspect more than) a fairly high salary.

It’s not that he doesn’t care. It’s not at all that I’m spoiled or ungrateful, he rarely spends money on us (That’s why I have much below average allowance for my age). It’s that he doesn’t care about me (or my evil sister) as a person. That’s why I’ve decided to give my parents something nasty, heartbreaking instead just to get the message across.

On my mom’s birthday last year i gave her a digital camera, bought with my own money. In return on Christmas I got a decent HDMI-cable for the TV (Not expensive. Best gift) which I wished just to get something I actually want. And that’s good considering the circumstances. This year I’m going to give her a pack of gum or/and an angry note. As for my dad, I’d like you guys to come up with something nasty, like something he would only use sometimes at work in his office or an extremely expensive gift that he doesn’t give a flying fuck about, like the ones he has gotten me twice in the last 4 years.

Or maybe I’m just a whining middle-class bitch.
Blurays – nope, because i bought a PS3 for "My own damn money".

I’m 16 years old & I’m to figure out if I have a sleeping disorder (I don’t do any drugs, take any medication or any sports) I do suffer from migraine attacks, acid reflux disease & I have a cyst under my eyelid. I am a VERY deep sleeper (in the mornings before school I can’t hear my loud alarm clock at all so my sister wakes me up) , most nights I have to force myself to go to sleep. I usually go to sleep around 12:30-1:30 am and wake up at 6 am (for school). But when I don’t have school the longest I have slept is more than 15 hours, but on average I sleep 9 hours (because my dad makes me wake up). Not all the times but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night having "illusions" or basically seeing things that are not there. I’ve seen a dozen of cats at one time in my room that aren’t there, I’ve seen bugs & rodents in my bed (my house has NO bugs or rodents at all). Usually I close my eyes for a while & open them again a few times and it fades away. But last night I woke up 4 am & saw a bird or bat (something that flies) & it was attacking me, I was screaming, moving, punching & trying to stop something from attacking me that’s not even there (note: I am wide awake, this isn’t a dream). My sister who shares the room with me say that I might have "night terrors". Can someone please help me figure out whats wrong & what I can do to stop it.
I havn’t told my parents yet. I’ve had my cyst for a year. My doctor said that it shouldn’t affect me at all. I’ve to get the surgically removed. Also, I can never remember dreaming at night. I know that I’m awake because I share a bed with my sister & when it happens she wakes up & talks to me.

“When life gives you lemons, tell life that it sucks…”

Great, the last day of the 9th grade and I can’t even find my socks. My mothers nagging me to get ready, sisters packing for college, and my dad is still asleep. If our home were a business, we’d all be fired. Well, actually we wouldn’t need a job. Mommy’s a doctor, and all Daddy does is sit around sucking in air. You can guess who wears the pants in this family, Though this is more like a zoo. But anyway, I’m Eric. The sexiest man in the 9th grade. Totally joking. I am 14 years old (you might have guessed) and in no way do I sleep with a teddy bear, no matter how many times my friends say. I have an older sister who is going to college (Hooray) and I will be the only child. I have made it my duty to never fall in love with another girl I would give anything to be sitting with her right now, but that’s not going to happen. I can only hope she will remember me.
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I swiftly gathered my backpack from the mess I call my closet. I was already 10 minutes late, thanks to my piece-of-crap alarm clock. I should have known it was junk when it read 6:67 a.m. My mother opened the door looking really uptight. She never likes to be late…ever. “Can you please hurry up, we are already 11 minutes late.” She asked quickly tapping her foot against the hardwood. She thinks I’m too senile to tell time. I leapt over my bed in a mad dash for my mother, grabbing my lunch out of her hands. “Let’s go, move it, move it,” my mother called as I flew down the stairs, skipping a few with each stride. As my feat hit the tile, I smiled to myself. There she was – my sister- hugging her dad like a little child. I really would miss her, though god forbid I tell anyone. My sister was always tall. I’m talking 6 feet tall. She played basketball in high school, and then sadly broke her leg.
She was out for around 4 months. She got a call saying that she had been kicked off the team and she was heart broken. I had never seen Mandy cry like that. I told her ‘It’s fine, now you can focus on school work’ and now I guess she listened to me. She’s leaving Oklahoma to go to college at Purdue. She walked pass me and flicked my head, knocking me out of my daze. That’s the Mandy I knew. “Bye Mandy,” I called after her. “Hey, dweeb,” She started, and then her face softened, “I’m gonna miss ya’.” I watched as she turned away, skipping down the stone path to her van. I would see her in a few months…But I couldn’t wait…

It’s going to be a funny story, and i wanted to know if this was a good Prologue for it…please reply

I’m 16 years old & I’m to figure out if I have a sleeping disorder (I don’t do any drugs, take any medication or any sports) I do suffer from migraine attacks, acid reflux disease & I have a cyst under my eyelid. I am a VERY deep sleeper (in the mornings before school I can’t hear my loud alarm clock at all so my sister wakes me up) , most nights I have to force myself to go to sleep. I usually go to sleep around 12:30-1:30 am and wake up at 6 am (for school). But when I don’t have school the longest I have slept is more than 15 hours, but on average I sleep 9 hours (because my dad makes me wake up). Not all the times but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night having "illusions" or basically seeing things that are not there. I’ve seen a dozen of cats at one time in my room that aren’t there, I’ve seen bugs & rodents in my bed (my house has NO bugs or rodents at all). Usually I close my eyes for a while & open them again a few times and it fades away. But last night I woke up 4 am & saw a bird or bat (something that flies) & it was attacking me, I was screaming, moving, punching & trying to stop something from attacking me that’s not even there (note: I am wide awake, this isn’t a dream). My sister who shares the room with me say that I might have "night terrors". Can someone please help me figure out whats wrong & what I can do to stop it.
I havn’t told my parents yet. I’ve had my cyst for a year. My doctor said that it shouldn’t affect me at all. I’ve to get the surgically removed.
Also, I can never remember dreaming at night.
I know that I’m awake because I share a bed with my sister & when it happens she wakes up & talks to me.

here is what makes me happy

waking in the morning to the sunlight, rather than an abnoxious alarm clock. learning a new song for the first time. being in the pooring rain. eating an ice cream cone without the ice cream falling off. winning an argument. knowing you are right. beating your record. pretending to fly. pretending to fly in public, while everyone stares. making a fool of yourself. smiling at someone who isn’t having a very good day, and seeing their face illuminate. having friends. having enemies. walking through nature. playing songs until your dad makes you stop. sitting in the corner, and watching the people, and listening to their conversations. making others uncomfortable. giving someone a gift. recieving a gift. making someone happy. not doing homework. laughing at other peoples mistakes. watching the news… sometimes. getting complements. giving complements. making a joke, and laughing your head off while everyone stares confused. showing off your new sunglasses. asking a random question to people you don’t know, and looking at their perplexed faces. knowing someone out there loves you.

i had a dream that me and my dad were driving down a long, desert-like road(kinda like driving from Texas to California, just a long road going through a desert, hit a small town or two, then back to desert). i looked at my dad because he said something that i dont remember, then i looked out the window, and there was a long brick wall all the way down to point of view on the side of the road that was at least 20 feet tall and thats when the clouds got darker by second.

Then we slowed down as we approached a gate/entrance thing on our right side, so we turned into it, and the gate opened automatically. so we start driving down, its still a long, straight road to nowhere, but then all of a sudden the sky started getting red, like blood red, and everything but the road and the sky started fading away, so by this part in the dream it looks like im driving down a long floating road with red clouds spiraling around it, then we suddenly get out the car, and for some reason i stepped on my dads shoulders, as to give me a reach, and i touched the clouds and van halens guitar pick appeared in my hand.

So the dream gets fuzzy from there, but i know that after that my dad drove me to a giant arena that was going to be a talent show spot two weeks later, but at the moment was a campout spot for the contestants of the show and my dad entered me there. while i stayed there i was messing with the pick and foiund out that it could make me fly, so i start flying around the camp, just to scare people. but then i fall in a nearby lake.

i then find out that there was an amount of what was so called in the dream "awesomeness" and i used all of the awesomeness of van halens pick up just by flying

so the pick is useless, and i couldnt shred on the guitar like i was able to when i had it, and im on stage at the show, people wathcing along with cameras recording me. i try to play and i totally mess it up. people in crown are saying rude things to me, and i look at one specific person, and she said "its time to wake up" then heard beeping sounds, thats when i woke up to my alarm clock. but something about the person that told me to wake up, her face seemed so familiar but i cant remember who it is

Well i am only 14 and this isn’t a serious book or anything but i just always wish there was a book like this. Here is the beginning. Give me suggestions
I woke up to hear a loud beeping noise. It was our emergency alarm. This was happening more frequently as we neared the contest. I new it was only I drill but my dad said that this was helping to prepare me. I quickly hopped out of bed and looked at my alarm clock. 1 a.m. This was the earliest so far. I groaned as I pulled the window open and slipped out on to the roof. I could see Justin, my 10-year-old brother. Already climbing down the ladder by his window. By now I wasn’t allowed to use a ladder anymore so I leapt to the nearest tree and slid down. “Do we really have to do this?” I complained to my dad who was leaning against the other tree.
“39 seconds. Not fast enough if you want to be able to do well in the contest.” He always talked like this. Worried that I would not be able to be in the winning group in the end. “I’ll do fine” I said, “most of the other kids haven’t had half the training I’ve had”
By now I had a black belt in Tae kwon doe and Karate. It had always been important that I was ready. “That’s not good enough. One second too slow and your entire life could be changed” we’ve had fights about this before but it always turns out the same. He decides. “We can stop training when you can get out quicker than me” he said. We both new this was unlikely and not fair at all. Having his abilities he could always get out faster. “That’s not fair all you have to do is fly out. I have no powers to help me.”
“That’s not true. You have your Birth Gift” he said “and you will once you finish the contest”. He always said that I had my birth gift as an excuse. The truth was though that it almost never helped me and neither did anyone else’s. My ability was that, as the doctor said, “I could vibrate my molecules on command” which may sound all science but the only that this does is make me 2 degrees warmer than the average person and help me get out splinterts
this is going to be the outline

OK, so basically, i have this sort of puzzle thing i need to figure out. well, it isn’t exactly a "puzzle" it’s more like something my dad needs. it can be more than one word. but all of these have to fit into one category. the words are the following:
Phones
Clock
Projectors
Thermostats

keep in mind this is for a school district.
thanks for the help,
XO,
Kaytii.