Your Questions About Pictures Of Tattoos Meaning Family

How could I coerce my parents to allow me to choose my own clothing?

Is there any effective strategy that I could use? I am a guy, am seventeen and a half years old now and about to be a senior in high school. Actually my parents started allowing me to choose most of my own clothes about a year ago(They used to choose all of them, although i occasionally got to pick a souvenir t-shirt or something), but they disapprove of most clothes, and are extremely picky and selective, only allowing certain brands/styles. I mean, I dress appropriately, and I understand not allowing offensive/obscene messages and pictures or even tattoos and piercings and such, but so many of the clothes I have tried to buy before that seemed perfectly fine to me were met with rejections based on misinformed(often rather insulting and upsetting) stereotypes or “i don’t like it”s from them. I am not allowed to buy clothing without them, and they would have me take home anything i ever came back with if i did. I just think that since it is MY own money that is being spent that I should have more of a say on what it is spent on; and that i am old enough to make my own decisions about my appearance. I have tried sitting down and talking to them about it, but they don’t listen for very long, and even offered to do extra chores and such, even to start doing the laundry for the entire family. Should this be something that i should pursue and keep working at? or is this a normal thing for parents to continue to do at this age, and they are right in doing it?

My parents have always been very strict. I think I may have finally persuaded them to allow me to choose my own hairstyle(after lots of work) although they do still say negative things about it.

I will become 18 in 5 months so I guess I will have the freedom to spend my own money then, but I don’t want it to result in yelling or arguing or fighting. I know they wouldn’t ever kick me out for something like that, but they might start refusing to pay for anything like car insurance(if they let me get my license)/cell phone/college, etc. Maybe I should just wait until I am out of the house? I would really like choosing my own clothes now, as I don’t really like their clothing tastes(they are also rather out-of-style)

Lol, I didn’t intend to type that much 😛

10 cool points, is there something wrong with me not getting a date or g/f?

I’d try out this site- www.plentyoffish.com, for dating & so far… not such luck. I even post this- Everyone deserves to be in love and be with someone… doesn’t matter what you look like, based on statistics, judgment or whatever. That really means something to me, but to some other people, is doesn’t & it’s really BS to see that in general. I love to have fun & do positive things- go shopping, go to the movies, out to dinner or lunch, bowling, go-kart racing, play basketball, watch TV, socialize, do art work, play games, play basketball, go to the beach, giving compliments & taking pictures. Even, being supportive, friendly, open-minded, understandable & caring. As long’s I’m being look out for & not left behind or stood up/taking advantage of, that’s a done deal.
In search of someone really down-to-earth, caring, loyal & really into love and deserve to be in love like myself. Been trying all the other places and the get-together scenes, but really would love to go out on dates, talk to each other and find a cool interests in the person I’m finding fascinating.

Even post a pic of here seen here-
http://pics.plentyoffish.com/dating/68/57/roi5eb55nb_76006030.jpg
http://pics.plentyoffish.com/dating/68/98/VirginiaBeach_dating_76765589.jpg
http://pics.plentyoffish.com/dating/68/78/VirginiaBeach_dating_76765510.jpg

Interests-
Ravens, going to the beach, tattoos, having a family, Alternative music, TRU TV, movies, karate, Drop Dead Diva, Lifetime, Oxygen, Snapped, Dr Phil, reading, walking, eating out, Starbucks, Caribou Cafe, Panera Bread, redheads, alburns, dirty-blondes, faith, respect, loyalty, trust, monogamous, writing, Jazz, Country, Rock, Smooth Jazz, James Brown, socializing, cleaning, pool (billiards), bowling, naps, go-kart racing, marines, navy, USA, NASCAR, hanging out with friends and family, romance

Can someone help me out? I’m in my late 20s and little over 250lbs., due to my weight issues. Please help me?

What would be a good tattoo desing/picture to symbolize this?

I’ve been seriously thinking about getting a tattoo design for a long time now and I want to get one with significant meaning in my life-which I think is important.

I’ve come up with what I think is a great idea but I don’t know what I could use to sybolize this or what kind of design I could use(I have lived with a medical condition called epilepsy which I have struggled and lived with my whole life basically in which I am still struggling to understand and comprehend-it has NOT ONLY affected ME but my family and is a HUGE part of my life)-what would be a good tattoo design or picture to symbolize me overcoming this obstacle in my life?….

I was thinking of maybe incorporating some words too like “courage, determination, or triump”(in some kind of intersting script/text)-Any ideas or suggestions would be greatly appreciated 🙂

Would you read this if it was a book? :D?

My eyes opened slowly as a pair of hands shook my shoulders vigorously. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. “Dakota, wake up!” I opened my eyes to see my older sister Kayla staring at me with her bloodshot eyes. Her breathe was sharp, waking me up instantly as I took in a deep breathe. She has been drinking again. I could tell by just looking at her.
“Where were you?” I asked, rubbing my sore neck as I got up off the floor. “I worked Brittany’s shift.” she lied, looking down at the ground. “Don’t lie to me, Kayla. You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?” I studied her face carefully. She had long, beautiful blond hair, spilling over her tan shoulders. She has high cheek bones, above them were a pair of wide bright blue eyes. If she would give up drinking already, she would look so much better.
“What if I was, huh? At least I’m not drunk!” she exclaimed, almost falling over. “Sure.” I laughed, grabbing a hold onto her. “What are you doing sitting in front of Jackie’s door anyways? She’s never going to let you in.” she looked over at the door curiously. I haven’t been in that room ever since our parents died. Bits of memories of that room faded away, day by day. I only remember a family picture of us on her desk. That was it. “I don’t know. I just feel like she might need something. I mean, ever since that day… she changed so much. I don’t even remember how she even looks like…” I whispered, crossing my arms together.
“I saw her last week when I came home from work at like, 3 in the morning. She wasn’t really wearing anything, except for her underwear. I guess she didn’t know that I come home late now. She’s way more paler then you are… she had a lot of tattoos, and her hair’s like… shorter then it was since the last time I saw her.” she said, thinking of more details. Out of nowhere, Jackie started coughing really, really hard. It wasn’t a cough that a normal 17 year old girl would couch. It was more of a 50 year old smoker couch. I sighed and shook my head, closing my eyes. Kayla stood there, her mouth gaped open as if she was waiting for a bug to fly in. Ew.
We stood there for 5minutes, until Kayla got bored and walked towards her room. When Kayla shut her door, Jackie’s door creeped open. A white ghostly figure stood in front of me. By the look on her face, I knew instantly that she thought I left too. The last time I really saw her was when we were 15. Just like Kayla said, her skin was nearly white, with dark tattoos all over her body. Her hair was sticking out in odd places, her dark hollow eyes were red. Her eyeshadow was a bright orange, with red lipstick on. If I didn’t know that she was my sister, I would think that she’s a prostitute Kayla met on the streets. Kayla has a bad habit of bringing hookers home when she’s drunk.
“What?” I snapped out of my daze. “Huh?” I whispered, looking away from her. “Ugh, whatever. You know, you should stop sitting out here waiting for me to come out. I won’t. It’s fucking creepy. It’s like you’re a stalker that lives in the same house as me.” her voice was emotionless like stone. “But…” I whispered, blinking away my tears. “But nothing. So leave me alone, alright?” she started to walk away, but stopped midway. “Also, tell Kayla to stop bring sluts home, alright? They used up all my heroin.” she walked to the bathroom, shutting the door hard.
“I don’t see why you try.” Kayla opened the door wide enough for her head to fit through. I assumed she heard everything. “I want to rebuild our relationship. That’s all.” I acted like it didn’t bother me. Fail. “Oh, come on Kota! This is the fucking 21st century. No one does that any more. So just give up already. I mean, I did.” stretched her arms as she yawned. “She’s my twin! My sister! My other half!” I yelled, defending myself. “You mean was.” she corrected. I stared at her speechless, knowing she was right. “I may be drunk, but I can still think.” she said, “And do I actually bring hookers home? Wow. No wonder all my toys were gone.” she frowned. I stared at her, my eyes and mouth opened wide. “I think I said too much.” she smiled, and closed her door.
My body shivered as I walked towards my room. Kayla using toys? That’s disgusting. I closed the door and jumped onto my bed as I entered my room. I stared at the ceiling blankly. When Jackie and I were born, we were instantly one. We did everything together as we grew up. From learning how to walk, to having our first boyfriend. When we were 12, our parents died in a car crash. A drunk truck driver supposedly “accidentally” ran a red light, killing them instantly when he hit them. Kayla was 19 then, so she took custody of us when there was no one else left in our family. A year later though, Kayla started drinking almost everyday, to the point of being an alcoholic. Beer, tequila, vodka. Anything that had alcohol in it, she gulped it down as if it were water.
Ever since then, Jackie and I started drifting apart. She cut off all of her long, black hair. S
Bleh. It cut off. D:. Message me if you want more..?

Opinions on this tattoo I made?

Heres the picture of it
http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/4867/familyhoo.jpg
I was thinking about getting it over my heart, It means family.
Also I know its not perfectly even everywhere but Ill fix that later.
so if I could get some opinions on it that would be great.
Also, dont be afraid to give me negative criticism, I wanna know why people dont like it also 🙂