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After you have done FreeRice for a couple of days, you may notice an odd phenomenon. Words that you have never consciously used before will begin to pop into your head while you are speaking or writing. You will feel yourself using and knowing more words.

FreeRice has a custom database containing thousands of words at varying degrees of difficulty. There are words appropriate for people just learning English and words that will challenge the most scholarly professors. In between are thousands of words for students of all ages, business people, homemakers, doctors, truck drivers, retired people… everyone!

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Is FreeRice a non-profit organization?

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How much rice does it take to feed a person for a day? How many grains of rice in a gram?

The composition of UN World Food Program (WFP) food baskets varies from country to country and region to region, depending upon the eating habits of the people WFP feeds. In countries where rice is a staple part of the diet, WFP provides, on average, about 400 grams of rice per person, per day (for families, including children and adults). That is intended for two meals that include other ingredients to ensure a minimum of 2,100 kilocalories per day. There are about 48 grains of rice in a gram.

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The rice you donate makes a huge difference to the person who receives it. According to the United Nations, about 25,000 people die each day from hunger or hunger-related causes, most of them children. To a mother or father watching a loved child die in their arms from hunger, the rice you donate is more precious than anything in the world.

Fifth

thoughts formed from anxiety.
Current mood: artistic
Category: Life

Here and there junk is aquired. It piles up until it is explained in odd ways. Lamps often give out the power of light, and the switch; electricity to correspond. What might happen to the lamp if the electricty doesn't play along? Quite alike what happens when communication is blurred. Understanding surroundings. How far is close enough? "Step away, because I do not need any more junk piling up?" When you told me the truth, I could not believe my ears.

Honesty is painful.

Fourth

When the inspiration comes around, I pack it up and move on with my life. My love follows in an irridescent notebook, and my heart is chained to a letter I never meant to keep from a winter's past. Here and there, my body is linked to those I never intended to meet; all will never keep in touch. For the sake of them, myself and my ego. That winter was tough. Hot chocolate stains captured in the room; alongside muddy animal prints I tried denying. It's not like they scared me;

more like I scared myself into thinking I'd have to pack up again and leave such a huge stain behind for the next wanderer..

Third,

He lived inside a hair salon. The pink perfume and aroma of hairspray ran through my veins. Door painted purple; Next painted pink. Alongside that was a blue room; and a large room for security. Wind gently swept in through the window pane; as I hid into a safer place. I did not lie to him, as many times as I can recall. The many times; oh they are plenty of times I've cried and begged. That is all. I saw that boy just yesterday. With the pretty blue eyes; that swam through you and i; all that was left from the screams; they played. Though my grammar isn't fit for a Queen, and my sofa isn't made for pleasent dreams. You sat so long, thinking, waiting... hoping that I'd...

Sit down until there were no more screams. Bumble Bees and matured fiends they all stuck me into a bottle; and flew off into the night. Do I miss that room, or just being out of sight? All that followed me captured the twinkle in his eyes. The suprise of winning the peace while Upside down; all around you didn't ever seem to care. About anything, BUT that hair. The ride was spinning as I stare at his curls today. They fall out of place, and his laugh is what I heard; far away he blurred so; blurry i felt and sorrow he glistened. While together, we did not glance back.

Wouldn't say I lost him.
more like,
I just saw that boy yesterday...

Second new Post.

My grades:

Literature: A!! 96%
Choir: A!!
History: D+ (A big improvement)
Biology: B+
Geometry: D (Really hard to pass for me)
French: Eh... well you get how my grades have improved... or at least I am proud of most of them =D

& the Math Test everybody takes, I ALMOST passed. That is Okay, I'll do it again, blah blah blah.

My teachers said really nice things to me the last day of school. Things they have never said Before. My math teacher told me that I've shown great improvement and I have had a better attitude towards class and work. Which is true, and is nice to have her notice.
My English teacher said he loved my writing, and wouldn't have graded it anything less than an A, and that made me feel accomplished.

I didn't get a few jobs I applied for. But that's Okay! The Clothing store, The Ice Cream Parlor. Except I dropped off an application a few days ago at Wendy's. I went in today and spoke to the manager and he said he wants to call me immediately Monday Morning. Wish me luck, even though I'm lucky enough on my own. ;)

My license: Not yet, but I figure it's a good thing. =P

Uhh and I miss Arizona a lot... a lot.

And those pictures will show up, I'm really truly sorry about them being so late.

I got a hair-do change today and i'll post pictures tomorrow. It is really cute. It'll be black and blond with some pink underneath. I wanted to make it more dark instead of crazy colors considering I don't know how my appearance needs to be if I am serious about getting a job.

-Katie

I have Trust in you.

Knowing me that extra attention she gained would leave me extremely jealous; so I left to face my next biggest adventure. Next thing you know, my name is being waved throughout the sky with spotlights following me through the rain puddles. But please don't jump ahead; I'll get to that later in the story. So I picked up my luggage just outside the door, hopped into my lamest shoes, and set out to learn the whole world was mine if only my anxiety would let it be. I began to walk, further than I had anticipated for the given weather. The soles of my shoes were squeaking quite like the ugliest duckling you'll ever see. At least the ugly duckling gets a book written about her! The yellow in my teeth and the green left behind from oil stains, left a painful smirk against my face. Traffic whizzed past, as muddy water splashed onto fish decorations etched into my shoe.

The beggars with greed in their eyes and mystery in their pockets made an advance, and for the first time in years, I followed with a sigh of relief. As the copper change dropped into the paper cup, I could see the redemption in their eyes. One, Two, Three; the numbers of opportunities seemed to open up. That change might have been for Sunday liquor, but each person has their own agenda and makes their own rules. Being a daughter of misfortune I realized that possibly they wanted that copper for a change in recovery. This grungy man cleared his throat and grunted at my shoe. I gave him this eyebrow raise that wasn't meant to anger anybody, even though all my English teachers called it lethal. Good thing I don't need to make any friendships this morning. Or ever! Due to past history. So I ran, to get away from the fear of him following. I've always been mocked for being full of paranoia. Pretty soon the sweat is matching the rain with this rush of heat through my veins. Wet rain seemed to wash away the chalk from the daycare students drawing onto the neighboring sidewalk, as the children scurried inside due to the grumbles across the way.

I'd always walk by their window pane and admire the blossoming flowers growing around the place. The building was painted with bricks, and inspiring murals that hadn't faded for years. In the past year, graffiti has become exceedingly popular, and although it is mighty bright, the children's little handprints will never be the same. Sometimes I wonder what they do while cooped up inside afraid to leave the security of a locked door. Main roads in our area are not only populated, they have a strange glow to them that is freakishly appealing to those less fortunate. And yet walking around this neighborhood is mesmerizing. Such hope can lay in a trail of spilt coffee. Spilt coffee turns into such a story. One that can only be told by that certain special person. This also gets me to thinking of another interesting idea. What happens when people drop their milk money, or a dime that was for a parking meter? That is when I take a long walk down a crowded alley to find out that strength doesn't always lye in numbers.

See, I have this problem with my sister. She seems to get all the attention, and I am nothing but an outsider. She has the prettiest green eyes, or so I've been told. They flow so nicely with her long locks of brown hair. Her skin barely ever blemishes, and her smile is what the guys call beautiful. My own mother is obsessed with her grades, which truly suck to be honest. Even though she gets the line, "Oh honey we love how you try!" Mine are the equivalent of a typical high school nerd. The one who never got a date to homecoming, or voted best dressed. Looks can be deceiving, and for once in my life I know where I'll leave a mark. I had to leave my house for that reason, and since my super cool cat puked all over my lunch for tomorrow, Peanut butter and jelly will never be the same to me again. At least I didn't pack oatmeal also. That would have been my next visit to the sidewalk. I have been told time and time again that my sister will be forgotten once she gets older and into the real world. My best friend who is my mind that is talking to you right now told me it should make me feel better. Not really considering being selfish hasn't always been my strongest trait. Though arguing with myself can be time consuming, it also leads to long conversations in third person. The rain was always my getaway, along with writing. I'd go for mile long rides through the river banks, and alongside the sidewalks lining the corner stores. Until that one day, wet rain seemed to wash away the chalk from the daycare students as they were drawing onto the sidewalk. The children scurried inside due to the grumbles across the way. That is the moment I could tell something was seriously wrong.

Another.

My hair after a week of it being hot pink again! Tomorrow I am going in for an interview with a company that sells, buys, and trades used clothing for money. I am very excited if I were to get the job, and am still very stoked just imagining how interesting the job would be. I believe I am qualified for what the requirements are. One of the questions they ask is, "Do you go through your friends' closets when they aren't looking?" No matter what happens, I will not be discouraged since I realize finding a job I want really bad isn't going to be handed to me.




Now I am passing all my classes BUT one. That is still very good progress from even a week ago.

I will update once I get more Information!

I haven't posted pictures yet...

Well I did not win the poetry contest, but that is okay because instead my Grandma, Mom, and I went to Ihop. I got a cheeseburger and French Toast. After that, we went to Value Village and I got a really cute sweater.

I won at shopping =D