Sunglasses, Christian Dior

Open Question: What is the largest size that Ray Ban Wayfarer Sunglasses go to?

More specifically the lens themselves. I tried on a pair, but the lens portion of the glasses looked small on my face and want them to be bigger.

Open Question: Do you think these are nice sunglasses?

http://www.endless.com/Shoes-Handbags-hugo-boss/s/ref=sr_pg_2_next?ie=UTF8&clientPageSize=40&keywords=hugo%20boss&sort=relevance-fs-rank&onsale=&page=2&showDesigner=#__ie%3DUTF8%26cAsin%3DB002ASAES8%26fromPage%3Dsearch%26sr%3D2-29%26qid%3D1337491661581%26asinTitle%3DBOSS~~20by~~20Hugo~~20Boss~~200221~~2FS~~20Shield~~20Sunglasses%26contextTitle%3Dsearch~~20results%26clientPageSize%3D40%26sort%3Drelevance-fs-rank%26keywords%3Dhugo%2Bboss%26page%3D2%26asin%3DB002ASAET2%26ref%3Dsr_2_29%26pageCode%3Dd

Open Question: What is the website that has an item every hour?

I know there is a website where there is only one item every hour, or 2 hours? I have no clue. Anyways, they usually have some cool stuff like sunglasses, clothes, random things for good prices that you can purchase ONLY within that hour that it is up, once the hour is over, a new item will go up. Any one know of the website name? Thanks!

Open Question: Boy problem.. answer asap pleeease?

Ok so I'm gonna start from the top: Last summer we were at a pool place gettin chemical, I saw a boy and thought he's cute. so i said to my mom (casually) who's that? and she goes "thats *name* hes 14! in an aww look at you voice. well im 13 this year and Ive thought about him every single day. and I think im in love. I just kind of have this feeling. Well he doesn't go to my school WAH and my moms already got chemical at another place which will hold her for awhile. I want to know HOW to get to go there.( we live pretty close, small country town) and HOW to talk to him an get his number. please dont be mean and I reallllllly like him a lot. I'm not usually shy but I want to know WHAT to say (from the inside of a truck, windows down, no way Im gettin out w mom while she goes in) and HOW to boost my confidence. no tacky pick up lines please. Just some words to say and a boost of confidence. and a way to get my moms a*s over there! please. BD (sunglasses smiley face) ps. also what to wear I have said "hey" to him ppl and I dont mean like love love, not marry me love. I just mean I think about him all the time and I need HELP!!!!!!!!!! someone!!!!!

Open Question: Why am I getting dejavu dreams?

I asked this on the dream interpretation one but I want to get a more scientific answer, if I can. I am having dreams of specific, but perfectly normal things that happen after long periods of times (weeks, months, and years) in real life. For example, I had a dream 1 year ago where I was doing Lifegaurding training with a bunch of people that I have never met before. During the dream I said to one of the other people during training, " hey you forgot your sunglasses." now that happened a year ago and I have never been with those people in my life before that dream. But today I was with those people, we were doing the same things we did in my dream, and I said, "hey you forgot your sunglasses." to the same person, sounding the same way that I sounded in the dream. After I said that, I immediatly remembered that dream. Is there any kind of reasonable answer I could get for these kinds of dreams, if there is can you please tell me. Also I have had a couple other dejavu dreams before, so I doubt that these dreams are just coincidences, but I'm not an expert so that's why I'm asking. Please answer in a more scientific way.

Open Question: What's up with me? I don't feel my emotions?

Lately I have had a lot of trouble "feeling" my emotions. I don't feel like I'm myself, like I'm just watching my life as if it were a movie. My minds in a muddle most of the time. I've had this problem for almost a year straight and 4 months ago I started smoking pot with my friends as a means to try to feel my own emotions, but nothing. I never felt high, even when I clearly was as shown by footage and stories of how I acted high. So I stopped after 2 months, and today I took shrooms with my friends. I took signifigantly more than my friends and I didn't feel it. While they had amazing experiences and were super happy, I was alone and spent most of my high watching kids play or a couple walk around. The only moment my brain sparked with its former creativity was in a diner when I took off my sunglasses and was blinded by sheer color which I called my visual rebirth. Afterwards everything became dull again for me. I just hate how everyone around me is so in touch with there emotions, they can tell when their happy or sad, and they can control their emotions while my emotion controls me. I don't mind the emptiness I feel in my brain, I don't care about my memory I just want to know how I feel when someone asks, how are you?

Open Question: I need help Translating a Song to ASL gloss! Please!?

The Song is We Are Young by Fun. I have taken ASL I but I still have trouble with it. Please Help! I need the gloss words or ASL format of these lyrics. Thanks so much :) ~Lyrics~ Give me a second I, I need to get my story straight My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State My lover she’s waiting for me just across the bar My seat’s been taken by some sunglasses asking 'bout a scar, and I know I gave it to you months ago I know you’re trying to forget But between the drinks and subtle things The holes in my apologies, you know I’m trying hard to take it back So if by the time the bar closes And you feel like falling down I’ll carry you home Tonight We are young So let’s set the world on fire We can burn brighter than the sun Tonight We are young So let’s set the world on fire We can burn brighter than the sun Now I know that I’m not All that you got I guess that I, I just thought Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart But our friends are back So let’s raise a cup ‘Cause I found someone to carry me home Tonight We are young So let’s set the world on fire We can burn brighter than the sun Tonight We are young So let’s set the world on fire We can burn brighter than the sun Carry me home tonight Just carry me home tonight Carry me home tonight Just carry me home tonight The world is on my side I have no reason to run So will someone come and carry me home tonight The angels never arrived But I can hear the choir So will someone come and carry me home Tonight We are young So let’s set the world on fire We can burn brighter than the sun Tonight We are young So let’s set the world on fire We can burn brighter than the sun So if by the time the bar closes And you feel like falling down I’ll carry you home tonight

Open Question: What do you think of my introduction?

I've had this idea swirling around my head for a few days now and just wondered what you guys thought. (I've had to split it into two because it wouldn't all fit into the first part lol) People expect life to be easy; why shouldn’t it be when we don’t have a choice? We’re born, thrown into a world that we will never understand and then we grow up being shunned from place to place, emotionally blackmailed into doing things we don’t want to do and then it’s hit and miss. Will we be thrown into the golden city of fame and fortune or will we be spewed, vomited into the gutter where we’ll live out our days in poverty; ignored by the wealthier class and forgotten about when we die? History shows us that the wealthier classes had an advantage over the lesser but, in the end, it didn’t matter; we all end up the same way. We all die and go to a place where money and material items are worthless but Life is what you make it and Benny was doing just that, making everything work for her until her world is turned upside down with one tragic accident. * The room was pure white, it hurt my eyes. I was sitting on the edge of a metal bed with a thin, plastic, mattress with my feet dangling off the edge. I blinked at my toes, momentarily realising that I had nothing on my feet but the thought passed and I was distracted by the flickering light above me. It was irritating me; I looked around for a light switch but was unsuccessful in my search. Sighing, I shuffled slightly on the bed and jumped a little when something rustled beneath me. Sliding carefully back and looking down, I saw that a paper sheet was covering the mattress. I frowned at it and then started to wonder why I was here until a voice broke through my thought barrier. “Benny?” I jolted so hard that I cricked my neck as I searched for the voice. A new pain had surfaced. “Can you turn off the lights please?” I asked as I rubbed my neck and squinted at a man who was sitting across the room in a black, leather armchair with a clipboard and a pen. He was a beautiful young man with tanned skin and blonde dreadlocks which hung just passed his ears. Some were shorter than others and dirty but his light blue eyes caught mine and I was transfixed. The black suit he’d donned looked out of place; he looked smart but he is the kind of guy I’d imagine surf boarding in Hawaii or plucking at a guitar on the beach surrounded by friends; dressed in nothing but board shorts, sandals and cool guy sunglasses whatever the weather. “Are they bothering you?” He asked softly. “Yes” I reply “the flickering is hurting my eyes.” He tilted his head upward and sought out the flickering light before turning to the dial on the wall and twisting it, making the lights dim. “Is that better?” I nod rather than speak, watching him with interest. “Benny, do you know who I am?” I wanted to say yes but, surely, a face as perfect as his wouldn’t have been forgotten “no, should I?” “My name is Ronan and you have met me before but it’s ok, we’re trying to take things slowly.” “Take things slowly,” I frowned at him “what are you talking about?” Ronan didn’t answer my question; instead he asked me another “what did you do yesterday, can you remember?” Yesterday? I closed my eyes and smiled as my meadow came into view. The colours and smells in my memory are so vivid that I truly believed that it was real but...where was it? I didn’t recognise anything other than the meadow and I started to panic; the colours were fading and all I could hear was a loud, sharp, metallic screech. My eyes whipped open and I was back in the white room. My hands were covering my ears and my breathing was coming in short bursts. I was now sitting on the floor though I didn’t remember slipping from the bed. Ronan was kneeling beside me; his hand on my arm and his face just two inches from mine. I pulled back in shock of seeing him so close. “Are you ok?” When I nodded he asked “what did you remember?” “A meadow” my voice sounded breathless, as though I’d been running for a long time and my heart was pounding. I didn’t feel safe, I felt as though someone was searching for me. “Am I safe here?” “Why wouldn’t you be?” He asked as he relaxed into a sitting position and crossed his legs. I shrugged “I just don’t feel...” my words trailed into nothingness as I tried to remember question I was answering. “I’m sorry” I shook my head “what did you say? I can’t remember.” A hopeful spark in Ronan’s eyes flickered and died though his facial expression didn’t falter. I’d disappointed him and or some reason this seemed to upset me. “I asked you why you didn’t feel safe.” “I feel safe” I told him as I looked around. The room I was in was white and I noticed that there was a window beside a door bu but the blinds had been pulled down. Silhouettes passed by on the other side, walking and talking loudly though I couldn’t catch the words, only the laughter of some. The sound of a scribbling pen caught my attention and I turned to see a handsome young man sitting beside me “what’s your name?” I asked him in interest as I reached out to touch a strand of his dreadlocked hair. “My name is Ronan, Benny, remember?” “Of course, Ronan...” I stroked the lock before pulling my hand back and setting in my lap with my other. Ronan wrote for a moment or two longer before looking back at me and smiling “now, can you tell me what you remembered doing yesterday?” A meadow filled my vision and I nodded “I was in a meadow.” “Can tell me about this meadow?” “Of course” I smiled “it’s beautiful...all of the colours are perfect and the smell.” Sighing, I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of the sun on my skin but when I opened them again the world was on fire. I yelped and leapt up, smacking my Sorry, it didn't work out like I'd hoped. So I'll give you a link; hopefully it reads better and no, this isn't written in the style of the hunger games...this is just how I write. http://www.wattpad.com/story/1373340-mirror-mirror-on-the-~introduction~

Open Question: Recon Marines questions?

I have some questions: Can you wear prescription sunglasses at Recon? Can you sign up directly for Recon or do you have to do a certain amount of time in regular Marines? What is the minimum age you can be to join Recon? That's all I have for now, but expect more questions about Recon in the future. Thank you very much.

Open Question: abba the visitors sample?

A few weeks ago I was listening to a good peace of music on Spotify. It was a DJ sampling the chorus of the ABBA's the Visitors but have forgotten who the DJ is. The cover was of Mozart sticking his index finger up and has sunglasses on I think he was German. Can I anyone help?