I don’t know how to figure things out that people call figures. when I think of the word used like that and not like with sculptures, i think that they must be hicks figurin’ and such. it makes me think of huckleberry finn, and some of my inlaws from the midwest. go figure. i don’t think this is what i
Is what shape your body is in. So if you are in shape, you usually have a figure.
Jewelz
There was a figure skater wearing figure skates while she played with a godzilla action figure. She noticed that there was a figure skater reflection in the sky.
Facts and figures make the world go roun. Not the interesting parts of the world, though – the boring, mundane, work-all-day parts of it. Charts, spreadsheets, equations. Sometimes I see my entire life dissolving in the heart of a vortex of numbers. Then the end of the day comes. Much better.
I never worry about my figure… I eat chocolate almost everyday and I hardly exercise!! Gosh.. I’m so unhealthy!! lol
I need to figure out how to write more about this word…
Tafadzwa
Everyone is so concerned with their figures these day, either their physical appearance, or financial figures. Whether its how much can we spend today, how much have we eaten, people seem to be permanently engaged in counting.
CP
i figure i cant do anything without his love.i rely on it. i miss him sooo much . i cant figure out what i will do for the next three days without him. he is the love of my life . my ben. he has an amazing figure too. god…i miss it.
nik
i figured it out. i figured out why i am such a loser. It’s that i choose to be one. I dont like that whole horsey girl crowd. not really my thing. i would much prefer sit and be with my own friends that i enjoy hanging out with instead of being miserable and a little bit fake with my other “friends”.
Emery
figure in a landscape in the crowd among but apart all bustle all connection and one stray unconnected figure, one
geraldine
A shadow cast from the slender figure skating on the ice, dimly lit by the rising sun, nearly blending in with the evergreen trees which ringed the frozen pond. Early morning, sun coming up. Pink sky above, ice blue below. Gathering up speed to begin a series of swirls and spins, ice chips flying off the blades, melting in mid air. A lovely way to begin the day.
paulie aragon
i figure he’ll start to ignore me when i get back. either that, or things will start to pick up rather quickly. what if they don’t and all of my figuring and assuming is for nothing? what if i’m wrong and we never speak again? that won’t happen. it can’t. we love each other too much. i don’t know.
marie
it is very important one to meet the others i could explain something about the forecasting needs o
vigneshwaran
Standing stoically became a harder task than they had advertised. First, he was expressive, so as the comments continued to arise in front and behind his naked figure, he immediately captured a comeback. But he couldn’t utter it or gesticulate to anyone, anyone, that there was something far superior in thought to their simplistic and caddy attempt at assessing his body and multitude of crevices.
The perfect figure. Does it really exist? Or is just an illusion. Nobody is perfect, but everyone strives to look perfect. The closest thing to perfection: to be skinny. I feel that that is a lie.
It figures that my birthday would be today. Today, that’s right. St. Patrick’s Day. The day when all anyone can think about is green this, leprechaun that, four leaf clovers, and getting drunk. It is not my birthday to them. I am sick of the leprechaun figurines as presents…
Liz
Blonde hair, blue eyes; that’s the ideal figure people look for. but I find it ugly, putrid. they look at me like I’m a prize to be won. but I see myself as a real peron, not a Barbie doll for them to play with and dress up and then throw her on the grill when they’re done with her to watch her melt.
her figure floats through the window, she bares her teeth. she is shame, she is fear, she is love, she is…..me.
paris
still and stuck gray,green and cement,bricks and stone. in town or out of town figures are everywhere.
peyton
I figure he does not like me. I figured out that hard math problem. I figured out her secret. I figured that the teacher would not be here today because he was sick. figures(:
kuppycakekhylee
she couldn’t help but appreciate her figure
each curve seemed perfect
she wondered what it would be like to have a body like that
as much as she silently hated her
she couldn’t help but love her figure
Figure could mean by a body figure or a shape figure for something. Thats what I think a figure is.
Cheyenne
Smart people can figure out things a lot easier if the concentrate on it for a wile and i have a hard time doing it.
Stephen
She looked in the mirror as she tried out her prom dress. It was a beautiful light blue that shaped her figure perfectly and she was excited as can be for the prom now that she had the perfect dress.
there are no figures that can figure out your figure. because the body ain’t math. nor is it reason. and the figure that you are is irrational, a geometry unto itself, and Pythagoras and Euclid stand frozen at the joyous mystery of your skin.
The skater slides across the ice into the spot light. She is nervous, but no one can see the trembling in her legs, which is good because she has on skin-tight tights that barely keep out the cold of the ice. She poses, ready.
The way old Harold Watson figured it was that the only way to make him madder than a one legged man at a rear end kicking contest was to steal his coffee creamer and sugar. He
Her figure was not like I usually prefer, rail thin and tall. But she had curves and a gleam in her eye that said, “Just give me a chance and you’ll see.” So I did. Our lips met and when I put my hand on her hip, she pulled me close and her perfume was like magic.
i seen a shadow figure
I don’t know how to figure things out that people call figures. when I think of the word used like that and not like with sculptures, i think that they must be hicks figurin’ and such. it makes me think of huckleberry finn, and some of my inlaws from the midwest. go figure. i don’t think this is what i
there was a figure in the drark over there by the store in showlow by my house nere my friends house thats by my friends moms house
There is a figure standing before me. He is wierd.
Is what shape your body is in. So if you are in shape, you usually have a figure.
There was a figure skater wearing figure skates while she played with a godzilla action figure. She noticed that there was a figure skater reflection in the sky.
Figure out what we’re thinking and feeling all the time… and most of all, what the other people are thinking..is just a hard thing to do.
It is seen in everything. Figure and form apply to all beauty, or lack of beauty. I figure.
We judge everything aesthetically by its figure. It’s something we all long to have for ourselves.
A way to calculate math. The shape of a person’s body. The style of a clock. A decision. Making an assumption. A shape.
Facts and figures make the world go roun. Not the interesting parts of the world, though – the boring, mundane, work-all-day parts of it. Charts, spreadsheets, equations. Sometimes I see my entire life dissolving in the heart of a vortex of numbers. Then the end of the day comes. Much better.
I never worry about my figure… I eat chocolate almost everyday and I hardly exercise!! Gosh.. I’m so unhealthy!! lol
I need to figure out how to write more about this word…
Everyone is so concerned with their figures these day, either their physical appearance, or financial figures. Whether its how much can we spend today, how much have we eaten, people seem to be permanently engaged in counting.
i figure i cant do anything without his love.i rely on it. i miss him sooo much . i cant figure out what i will do for the next three days without him. he is the love of my life . my ben. he has an amazing figure too. god…i miss it.
i figured it out. i figured out why i am such a loser. It’s that i choose to be one. I dont like that whole horsey girl crowd. not really my thing. i would much prefer sit and be with my own friends that i enjoy hanging out with instead of being miserable and a little bit fake with my other “friends”.
figure in a landscape in the crowd among but apart all bustle all connection and one stray unconnected figure, one
A shadow cast from the slender figure skating on the ice, dimly lit by the rising sun, nearly blending in with the evergreen trees which ringed the frozen pond. Early morning, sun coming up. Pink sky above, ice blue below. Gathering up speed to begin a series of swirls and spins, ice chips flying off the blades, melting in mid air. A lovely way to begin the day.
i figure he’ll start to ignore me when i get back. either that, or things will start to pick up rather quickly. what if they don’t and all of my figuring and assuming is for nothing? what if i’m wrong and we never speak again? that won’t happen. it can’t. we love each other too much. i don’t know.
it is very important one to meet the others i could explain something about the forecasting needs o
Standing stoically became a harder task than they had advertised. First, he was expressive, so as the comments continued to arise in front and behind his naked figure, he immediately captured a comeback. But he couldn’t utter it or gesticulate to anyone, anyone, that there was something far superior in thought to their simplistic and caddy attempt at assessing his body and multitude of crevices.
The perfect figure. Does it really exist? Or is just an illusion. Nobody is perfect, but everyone strives to look perfect. The closest thing to perfection: to be skinny. I feel that that is a lie.
It figures that my birthday would be today. Today, that’s right. St. Patrick’s Day. The day when all anyone can think about is green this, leprechaun that, four leaf clovers, and getting drunk. It is not my birthday to them. I am sick of the leprechaun figurines as presents…
Blonde hair, blue eyes; that’s the ideal figure people look for. but I find it ugly, putrid. they look at me like I’m a prize to be won. but I see myself as a real peron, not a Barbie doll for them to play with and dress up and then throw her on the grill when they’re done with her to watch her melt.
her figure floats through the window, she bares her teeth. she is shame, she is fear, she is love, she is…..me.
still and stuck gray,green and cement,bricks and stone. in town or out of town figures are everywhere.
I figure he does not like me. I figured out that hard math problem. I figured out her secret. I figured that the teacher would not be here today because he was sick. figures(:
she couldn’t help but appreciate her figure
each curve seemed perfect
she wondered what it would be like to have a body like that
as much as she silently hated her
she couldn’t help but love her figure
The light bulb was shaped in a weird figure. It was one of the weirdest figures I’ve ever seen. It twisted and looped. I was surprised it even worked.
A figure can mean anything. There are multiple definitions. It can mean that you figured something out or there is a figure standing in the distance.
A figure is something like a shape. Or sometimes people lie to say ” I figured,” thats just supposed to mean, i thought so.
I figure that i dont like doing these that much haha. it gets kinda boring after a while. Mr. Wooley don’t care though.
i have to figure out the problem to pass the test.
There was a shadowy figure in the dark I couldn’t see him I hear his voice though calling me and I run as fast as I can go.
Figure could mean by a body figure or a shape figure for something. Thats what I think a figure is.
Smart people can figure out things a lot easier if the concentrate on it for a wile and i have a hard time doing it.
She looked in the mirror as she tried out her prom dress. It was a beautiful light blue that shaped her figure perfectly and she was excited as can be for the prom now that she had the perfect dress.
there are no figures that can figure out your figure. because the body ain’t math. nor is it reason. and the figure that you are is irrational, a geometry unto itself, and Pythagoras and Euclid stand frozen at the joyous mystery of your skin.
The skater slides across the ice into the spot light. She is nervous, but no one can see the trembling in her legs, which is good because she has on skin-tight tights that barely keep out the cold of the ice. She poses, ready.
The haunting figures intertwine,
Twisting close your days with mine.
So should I decide to ever leave
the memory ensnares, a web does weave.
The way old Harold Watson figured it was that the only way to make him madder than a one legged man at a rear end kicking contest was to steal his coffee creamer and sugar. He
Her figure was not like I usually prefer, rail thin and tall. But she had curves and a gleam in her eye that said, “Just give me a chance and you’ll see.” So I did. Our lips met and when I put my hand on her hip, she pulled me close and her perfume was like magic.