Art Wear Reading Glasses

I can't see far away at all, my vision is very VERY bad. If I take them off, I can barely see one foot in front of me. I can see perfectly up close though, so reading books and such are easy. What are my options? I don't know if I can wear contacts because getting them in and out seem to be impossible 'cause whenever I touch my eye it automatically shuts. If I get them in I'd be worried that I can't get them out. I can't afford the eye surgery.

As a fellow nearsighted person, I must let you know I have lost a couple pairs of glasses when training in martial arts. Mostly because of beginners, but still you should abide by the words of O.D.B. "Protect yourself before you wreck yourself." I've worn contacts pretty much everyday since junior high school. At first, they are very difficult to get used to. It used to take me a half hour to put them in and sometimes I'd have to have my mom do it for me. It took a few months, but I got the hang of it and I think you will too if you give them a shot. Although they aren't for everyone. The best part about wearing contacts while practicing martial arts is that you can use your peripheral vision.

2008-05-31 19:37:56 by Hisako

plate! I'm so sorry, I keep messing with my glasses because I'm nervous and its my 1st time wearing glasses but I only need to wear them ...

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Call me intrusive,
But I'd like to know why
You call yourself 'emo'
When you never cry?
There's no razor blades in your pocket,
No scars on your wrists,
And when I talk about your dad,
You don't even get pissed.
You don't have sleep-overs in cemeteries,
Or try to step in front of moving cars;
You think that you have that 'criminal' look,
But you've never been behind bars.
You think the look suits you, dontcha'?
Do you like being part of the 'emo' trend?
-I just buried a friend that's been down that road;
I guess he missed the sign that read, 'Dead End'...

You can tell me mind my own bizniz,
But I just really gotta ask:
Why you callin' yo'sef a gangtsa'
When you iz average white middle class?
You wear those too big jeans so low,
And your cap is turned around;
But if you're wonderin' "yo! where's my dogs at?"
Better get on witcha a** to the dog pound!
You play anything that's hip-hop, but you just don't feel the beat...
You are really not down with my hood, punk,
So get the f*** offa mah STREETS!
Some of my friends might just see you
And decide you need displacement;
Next thing you know, well, YO!
You're just bones in some abandoned warehouse basement..

Well, you think I'm a bitch,
I can see it in your eyes,
Sorry but I was just lettin you know
That I can see straight through your disguise;
Underneath, with all that fear,
With that desperate need to look cool,
Is a veritable diamond in the rough;
A unique and priceless jewel.
You can cover it, conceal it,
Or chisel out its facets,
But it is the essence of your soul,
And no one else, anywhere, has it!
Each life is a work of art,
We're beautifully diverse-
Flawed somewhat and imperfect-
None better and none worse!
Ok, i agree with your point about it seeming like two poems. the reason is that i started it just to point out a couple of trendy facades that some of my neighbors' and friends' kids were caught up in, and i was irritated by. then i got a bit of a nudge from the inside that said i should add more, something to lift up the individual themselves, so that is what came out... i will attempt to revise and maybe repost someday...
SIN, thanks for seeing past that and knowing that it is the getting it out and in print that matters, and knowing that i will do the prep work for publishing as i need to. you know how to read between lines that others just take apart.

i wouldn't mind some more input. if anyone edits/adds to their comments, i will be reading hem. thanks

I'd split these into three separate works each aimed in a more targeted manner that way. I like all three as individual works. The first two really have a lot to say about the real versus the fantasy world, especially of the young. The third, polished to replace the link to the other two into an opening would be an excellent.
As usual, you write well and with meaning.

2009-08-19 01:07:14 by lovechild

Dual magnification for more precise viewing
Adjustable head band and visor mean greater comfort in use
Light and easy to wear but extremely durable

Someone who likes to wear black, but isn't depressed. She wants to wear long fingerless gloves with dark patterns such as red and black and wants to have a nose ring. She is into punk, rock, emo/screamo and metal music and is planning on getting an acoustic guitar to have as a hobby. She loves art, including drawing, painting and soon wants to have a try in photography. She loves Emily the Strange, but at the end she wants to become a doctor. She has worn a wig to school once just for fun (which is very realistic), and now wants to try wearing fake reading glasses. Sometime she feels like no-one can understand her and feels lost.

In what you have just read, how would you describe this person who is in Year 9?

Any normal teenage girl.

2008-10-10 02:09:15 by [ R a y n e ]

He is typically very honest, but there are some things he always lies about or "leaves out." We have been dating for nearly a year.
*He told me that he used to have a myspace page and I looked up his Chinese (real) name for the heck-of-it and found a page with a guy who looks nearly identical to my bf...but with seeing glasses. My bf does not wear glasses OR eye contacts. I'm nearly positive this is his myspace because there is a pic that looks like his parents. I have a thing for men with reading glasses so why didn't he mention he wore them (supposing that is him). Also the guy does NOT have double eyelids but my boyfriend does *___* but he even has this mark on his face my boyfriend has and everything *___*
*Last week my boyfriend was like, "I hope we don't see my ex in ____ (California) because she "liked shopping around this one area alone." But today he said she was living in TEXAS! Ummm...they don't talk so how does he know that???
*He told me how he loves Street Fighter, but only last week told me that he used to compete in paid competitions. He also told me he loved chess, but again, last week I found out that he was President to some Chess club and was a champion in competitions. Why wouldn't he want to brag about these accomplishments?
*He described his ex to sound like some super model or something...He made her sound gorgeous...and then I found an old photo of her and my bf (when he was younger and thinner) and she was VERY different from what he described her as. She was Chinese, granted, but she was FAR from beautiful (like he said she was)...Then today at his NEW college (they SUPPOSEDLY dated at his old college)
*I saw a photo of my bf (a grad student) and the OTHER photo above his looked like his ex and had her same first name (I don't know her last name) My bf said it was a coincidence because his ex was in Cali when they dated and the grad girl graduated from a Chinese school (as stated under her photo).
*He said his ex was an art major, but recently changed it to "psychology." huh?
Why doesn't he mention his accomplishments and why does the info about his ex seem so different all the time?
Can anyone help me out?
He is always there for me, treats me well, and I get along great with his family (who are excited for us to get married). He is typically very honest...I just don't get this...he is from China so I do not know if this might be a cultural thing or what *___* Help?

Forget his past, trust him about the MySpace page and other issues, and move on. Be happy you have love!

(Oh, and... Stop being an obsessive nightmare!)

2009-01-08 00:23:36 by usfreezemaiheart

It's based on a true story of my friend. Some things are changed up a bit though. If you want the other parts, e-mail me at austinbearr@yahoo.com.

PART ONE:

"Yeah, I did." I mumbled lazily to my mom, my bloodshot red eyes still glued onto the computer screen. My mouse was hovering over a random advertisement on one of the many tabs open on my browser, the picture creeping me out a bit. "You better give that computer up soon. School's starting tomorrow, and you're not going to stay up until four in the morning like you have this whole summer, you hear me?" I looked up at my mom, the once overweight, cheery lady I knew two years ago was now a skinny ass woman with big bags under her eyes. If you compared her to then and now, you'd think they were completely different people.

"Yeah, yeah..." I groaned, gesturing her to leave me alone with my left hand as my right hand raised a the glass cup of stale Coke up to my mouth. I heard her sigh and mumble something under her breath as she walked out back into the kitchen, resuming her attempt on cooking dinner. It never really worked out, she always ended up burning everything that smelled like heaven, or just put too much of one ingredient. The only thing she made that was edible was macaroni and cheese, which for a thirty-five year old woman was a fail.

I continued checking my MyPlace for a couple of minutes until I finally decided to log off for good and decide what I was going to wear the next day, my first day of high school. Like most of the upcoming freshmans, I was completely terrified. From the beginning of the Summer, I decided to become a new person. You know, reinvent myself? All my friends from junior high completely abandoned me, I barely knew a soul in my brand new school, and I pretty much looked like a new kid.

Throughout sixth through seventh grade, I was known as the 'nerd'. No, not the kind of nerd that wore wired rimmed glasses, wore too baggy clothing, had greasy oily hair, and was smart in every single subject. My glasses weren't wired-rimmed, my clothing fit me okay, my hair was just normal, and the only subject I was smart in was art, reading, and English. I was anti-social, and had a few friends, but that was all. The girl I considered as my best friend was Elisa Hendricks. We met through our parents, and over time, we became tighter then ever. We nearly changed each other.

Once I went into my eighth grade year, I was transferred into a different school. Taking advantage of the oppurtunity, I changed, a lot. It was part of my whole, 'be a new person' idea. My mother spent most of her salary on my new closet of clothing that I chose from the stores most of the popular kids wore. Then, I cut all the hair my mother adored as I was a child off, the length only going down under my breasts slighty instead of going all the way to my bum. A few weeks later, I was introduced into the world of make-up. I started it all a bit late you can say, but I was glad I changed. Since then, I started changing into those little ridiculous 'emo' kids, the only attire I wore was skin tight colored pants and band T-shirts. My hair? Lets just say it was a complete mess. You probably already have an idea on how it looked. Pretty ridiculous stage to go through, no?

I stared at the now nearly empty closet, outfit ideas popping in and out of my mind. I didn't want to look ridiculous like I did last year, but I didn't want to look all plain and boring. That just wasn't how I went. After minutes of pulling off shirts and pants off their hangers, I settled on a pair of black skinny jeans and a grey V-neck I recently bought. I shrugged, and placed them at the foot of my bed, turning my head over towards the digital clock on my night stand to see what time it was. Eight thirty PM. I had to go to bed in about an hour, I have a big day tomorrow.

My hand quickly reached for the phone charging on my pillow, instantly dialing Elisa's number. Sadly, she was a year younger then I was, and wasn't going to experience this the same time I was. "Yeah?" her voice instantly came out of nowhere after the phone rang for about three times. "Hold on..." I whispered, throwing the phone onto the pillow as I quickly rushed over towards the light switch, turning the light off. I preferred it dark whenever I talked on the phone, it helped make me even sleepier. "Okay, hello?" I said excitedly, my stomach doing flips as I climbed under the covers, pulling my phone against my cheek and ear.

"Dude, I'm excited." Elisa said happily, a sign that she was probably smiling at the moment. "Me too... But I'm scared." I frowned at the last word I said. Out of every single feeling I could feel, I had to be scared. It was probably one of the worse, since fear always took control of everything. "Why?" she sighed, getting ready to hear my drain out all the problems I had. That's what I usually do, tell her my problems and hope she can help me. She usually can, it was really no big deal
She usually can, it was really no big deal for her. To me, she was my best friend and a shrink.

"Well, I think you should just probably see what it's like, Skye. You never know, you might like it." she reassured me comfortingly, then said goodbye after we both decided to head to sleep.

8/10
I'm really impressed. It was written extremely well and I can see you have a knack for writing. It's very easy to read and your spelling and punctuation (all that jazz) is perfect.

The only things I can fault are:
Nothing very interesting happened during it. Yeah, we learn about this girl and her going to a new school etc. but nothing to keep us hooked. I would keep reading it bit not because of how interesting it was, but for how well it was written and how easy to read it is. If I were you I'd have put something dramatic in there, to spice it up. It's kind of bland.

--Then, I cut all the hair my mother adored as I was a child off, the length only going down under my breasts slighty instead of going all the way to my bum.--
This sentance needs to be rewritten.

And the final criticism I have for you is that we didn't realize this was a girl until she mentioned her breasts. Finding out her sex at the word "breasts" is a bit too late and too shocking. I was imagining a boy.

And writing in first person seems unprofessional, even if it's done really well. Most people I know dislike reading 2st person because it seems ameruer to them. But please don't change anything because of my comments unless you agree with them. You're the author after all.

Please, please, please PLEASE also help with this question, I'm DESPERATE FOR CRITICISM!:
It's really SHORT!

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index; _ylt=AhBhRT3QK.VeyLVZBeKiQj7ty6IX;_ylv=3 ?qid=20100221104715AAP3Cuo

2010-02-21 14:08:24 by ΛUSTIN.