Emily Scott hurried along the driveway that led up to the house her parents live in. Her father had made her promise him when she got back from San Francisco she would give him her account of what it was like. He had never been there, though he had heard dozens of tales. All this went through Emily’s mind as she got to the end of the driveway and rushed up the steps. While she rang the doorbell she put a smile on her face and wondered what Dad would think.
How do you account for this? Account for the feelings that humanists think are just chemicals bouncing around in your brain? Do you really get enough chemical pleasure out of committing to someone that you can endure the not-so-good feelings that come from dealing with a person’s idiosyncrasies?
She took account of the picture on the wall and reached for it, though her tiny fingers couldn’t grasp the masterpiece. It was filled with awesomeness and couldn’t be recaptured by any other artist if they tried. It was what she liked
banks, information, passwords, interests, websites. information that you disclose to strangers unknowing of where it is actually going and to whom will have access
On account of….what does that mean? It should mean that it goes on someone’s account, but it is supposed to mean because of…how did this definition happen? Is it slang? If it is what era is it from?
The logos of the thing. We try to call it the “account.” But logos has so many other translations, equally profound. Word, speech, story… the list continues perhaps has long as we hope to understand man and his relation to the gods.
Take into account everything she preaches. Stop thinking about the way her full lips dance into a smile, or how religious her silk dress might feel on your skin, or how her embrace feels like thunder and roses, or how picturesque she—
It was time; time for him to give his account in front of the king, the queen, and the entire council; time for him to cease pitying himself and to begin acting like a true knight of the realm. The week leading up to this had been beyond excruciating. He had not been able to sleep; had not been able to eat. Knowing this day was approaching gnawed at him to the point of mania.
i account for the daily activities that happen in the company. sometimes i like it because i like to feel important, but other times i hate it because it makes me look incompetent. i can think of many ideas in my head but really doing something about them is such an huge task.
Company A paid Company B on account. Can’t think of a sentence which is meaningful or something creative. I just took a retake quiz in our Accounting subject few hours ago. Gosh. It’s so confusing.
Accounting for poor taste made up 80% of Melody’s job description. As a wedding planner she was responsible for making everything look as good as possible, even when the bride demanded tangerine bride’s maid dresses and lime table cloth.
She had an acount, and acount that made her a little younger every time she logged on, she couldn’t depend on much, only the fear that stood in here heart, she was sad,
Afff. This totally reminds me of how broke i am.
I need a job, but i hate the ones i can get.
i WISH money wasn’t such a big deal
The world would be so rad
Accounts is a bad subkject. I started studying it last year. And it is so lengthy Takes away my whole day once i get to it. The problem is that it is often not practical. Not to be a pessimist, but it is true. or maybe it is just the way it is taught in my country. We are actually tested on theory in accounts! isn’t that ridiculous. It is like getting numbers into english.
I can’t wait to stop doing it.
account also reminds of of swiss bank accounts. Haha. Amazingly cool!
Account? Now I’m wondering how the different definitions of this word are linked. Like that matters. I guess I just want to write something important, something meaningful… Isn’t that the point? You can tell I’m an english student.
my bank account has nothing in it, so basically i’m screwed. i need to buy an ipod, sewing machine, and i owe my parents 700 bucks…plus i don’t even have a job. what am i going to do? rob a bank maybe…..
Everyone will have to give account of themselves. That’s a scary thought. But it’s right there. We all have to give an account of what we have done with the time God has given us. Boy, am I in trouble! I sure have wasted what He’s given me.
It was in trouble. Everyone knew that. The account had somehow bled dry in a matter of days and now one could imagine a tumble-weed blowing through an empty cell somewhere. It was Anna that would get the blame no doubt, hence why she sat silently screaming. Shit.
my account is completely empty except like 40 cents. probably not even that. my life is so sad. i wish i could just get money without a job so i can go shopping. im so pathetic at life. maybe one day i will be successful at this crap. i just have a love/ hate relationship with money. i want it but dont want to make it. blahhhhh
What is in a story? My history doesn’t belong to you, and your history is a stranger to me. I am on a train, sleeping, still and you look on as it speeds by. Whose account on which to rely?
Have you seen the account of the riots in the UK? Shocking! I never expected to see anything like that … it definitely took me by surprise. Gut feeling … the reporting did not start as soon as it should have! Got more from Twitter than I did from news sources!
keep your accounts short. confess your sins every day. stay in the moment. a penny saved is a penny earned. listen to your parents. they were usually right. what’s a bank account really worth these days, anyway?
Her account was empty. Gone, drained. She couldn’t believe it. How, why? Wasn’t his affair enough? Didn’t he already break her heart, take eveything she had? She sank down to the cold marble floor and started to sob. she didn’t care that people wwere staring, whispering. SHe curled up into a little ball and let the tears fall around her.
Please don’t change on my account. I knew exactly who you were and what you stood for when i met you. It’s what makes my heart beat faster and makes me go weak at the knees. If you choose to change for you, i will support you until the end. But please, not on my account.
Lisa had a little pink ashtray shaped like a sardine can with the metal lid rolled back on the key, but painted baby pink. It’s so smoking is less ugly, she said. She also said that the best thing she ever did to stop spending money the way that landed her $30,000 in debt without a mortgage was to write down ever cent or franc she spent in a little notebook, just keeping an account kept her aware of what she was doing. I dreamed about her one night buying blue clementines in the Marche Saint Quentin in the tenth arrondisement, bright glowing ultramarine blue they were, as was the light around her. What did that mean? I asked the wizard, why did she have blue light around her? He said I asked the wrong question, that I should be asking why did I see it? What i see is as much about me as about what I see.
her account was heart wrenching. I had never been so moved by a complete stranger in my life and all she did was tell a simple story about her childhood.
My mom studied accounting.
So she was an accountant for a while. I don’t think she liked it much.
Who would?
It’s so tedious isn’t it?
So many numbers to ACCOUNT for.
I don’t think I would like it much.
I cannot account for all the times that I have acted like a total sloth. Yes, sloth, not slut. Anyways, too many times. Wayyy too many. Like this particular instance that I’m writing this knowing full well that I have so much more important things to do!
an account is something a user creates. usually for internet purposes. their account stores their information and allows the said person to frequently visit the site to browse. Accounts also hold money in banks for people. Only people with a proper access code can pull money from the account. you can also account for memebers of a party.
Emily Scott hurried along the driveway that led up to the house her parents live in. Her father had made her promise him when she got back from San Francisco she would give him her account of what it was like. He had never been there, though he had heard dozens of tales. All this went through Emily’s mind as she got to the end of the driveway and rushed up the steps. While she rang the doorbell she put a smile on her face and wondered what Dad would think.
On account of my friend’s error, I was overlooked for the birthday party.
I have an account of my checking deposits.
You must take account of various variables when you are analyzing a situation.
How do you account for this? Account for the feelings that humanists think are just chemicals bouncing around in your brain? Do you really get enough chemical pleasure out of committing to someone that you can endure the not-so-good feelings that come from dealing with a person’s idiosyncrasies?
She took account of the picture on the wall and reached for it, though her tiny fingers couldn’t grasp the masterpiece. It was filled with awesomeness and couldn’t be recaptured by any other artist if they tried. It was what she liked
banks, information, passwords, interests, websites. information that you disclose to strangers unknowing of where it is actually going and to whom will have access
On account of….what does that mean? It should mean that it goes on someone’s account, but it is supposed to mean because of…how did this definition happen? Is it slang? If it is what era is it from?
The logos of the thing. We try to call it the “account.” But logos has so many other translations, equally profound. Word, speech, story… the list continues perhaps has long as we hope to understand man and his relation to the gods.
Take into account everything she preaches. Stop thinking about the way her full lips dance into a smile, or how religious her silk dress might feel on your skin, or how her embrace feels like thunder and roses, or how picturesque she—
Take into account everything she speaks. Please.
It was time; time for him to give his account in front of the king, the queen, and the entire council; time for him to cease pitying himself and to begin acting like a true knight of the realm. The week leading up to this had been beyond excruciating. He had not been able to sleep; had not been able to eat. Knowing this day was approaching gnawed at him to the point of mania.
i account for the daily activities that happen in the company. sometimes i like it because i like to feel important, but other times i hate it because it makes me look incompetent. i can think of many ideas in my head but really doing something about them is such an huge task.
money bank lunch
bank
bank money trust funds savings retirement anything that has to do with something of yours
the amount of money you have saved. to store something for checking. he way to keep up with money. to manage savings.
for a bank, or a store. Somewhere where you can keep your money. Or maybe a place to put treasured things
AN ACCOUNT IN THE COMPUTER, LIKE FACEBOOK OR MYSPACE OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. OR AN account in a bank for depoisits. an email account or something.
Company A paid Company B on account. Can’t think of a sentence which is meaningful or something creative. I just took a retake quiz in our Accounting subject few hours ago. Gosh. It’s so confusing.
Accounting for poor taste made up 80% of Melody’s job description. As a wedding planner she was responsible for making everything look as good as possible, even when the bride demanded tangerine bride’s maid dresses and lime table cloth.
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Held responsible for the banking crisis. Log into this this and you will access your cash. A tiny vampire lives on his own.
She had an acount, and acount that made her a little younger every time she logged on, she couldn’t depend on much, only the fear that stood in here heart, she was sad,
Afff. This totally reminds me of how broke i am.
I need a job, but i hate the ones i can get.
i WISH money wasn’t such a big deal
The world would be so rad
Accounts is a bad subkject. I started studying it last year. And it is so lengthy Takes away my whole day once i get to it. The problem is that it is often not practical. Not to be a pessimist, but it is true. or maybe it is just the way it is taught in my country. We are actually tested on theory in accounts! isn’t that ridiculous. It is like getting numbers into english.
I can’t wait to stop doing it.
account also reminds of of swiss bank accounts. Haha. Amazingly cool!
Account? Now I’m wondering how the different definitions of this word are linked. Like that matters. I guess I just want to write something important, something meaningful… Isn’t that the point? You can tell I’m an english student.
my bank account has nothing in it, so basically i’m screwed. i need to buy an ipod, sewing machine, and i owe my parents 700 bucks…plus i don’t even have a job. what am i going to do? rob a bank maybe…..
Everyone will have to give account of themselves. That’s a scary thought. But it’s right there. We all have to give an account of what we have done with the time God has given us. Boy, am I in trouble! I sure have wasted what He’s given me.
It was in trouble. Everyone knew that. The account had somehow bled dry in a matter of days and now one could imagine a tumble-weed blowing through an empty cell somewhere. It was Anna that would get the blame no doubt, hence why she sat silently screaming. Shit.
So…my account is empty. when i mean empty i talking like 40cents. i have 10 dollars and 40 cents to my name. amazing right?
my account is completely empty except like 40 cents. probably not even that. my life is so sad. i wish i could just get money without a job so i can go shopping. im so pathetic at life. maybe one day i will be successful at this crap. i just have a love/ hate relationship with money. i want it but dont want to make it. blahhhhh
What is in a story? My history doesn’t belong to you, and your history is a stranger to me. I am on a train, sleeping, still and you look on as it speeds by. Whose account on which to rely?
Have you seen the account of the riots in the UK? Shocking! I never expected to see anything like that … it definitely took me by surprise. Gut feeling … the reporting did not start as soon as it should have! Got more from Twitter than I did from news sources!
keep your accounts short. confess your sins every day. stay in the moment. a penny saved is a penny earned. listen to your parents. they were usually right. what’s a bank account really worth these days, anyway?
Her account was empty. Gone, drained. She couldn’t believe it. How, why? Wasn’t his affair enough? Didn’t he already break her heart, take eveything she had? She sank down to the cold marble floor and started to sob. she didn’t care that people wwere staring, whispering. SHe curled up into a little ball and let the tears fall around her.
Please don’t change on my account. I knew exactly who you were and what you stood for when i met you. It’s what makes my heart beat faster and makes me go weak at the knees. If you choose to change for you, i will support you until the end. But please, not on my account.
Lisa had a little pink ashtray shaped like a sardine can with the metal lid rolled back on the key, but painted baby pink. It’s so smoking is less ugly, she said. She also said that the best thing she ever did to stop spending money the way that landed her $30,000 in debt without a mortgage was to write down ever cent or franc she spent in a little notebook, just keeping an account kept her aware of what she was doing. I dreamed about her one night buying blue clementines in the Marche Saint Quentin in the tenth arrondisement, bright glowing ultramarine blue they were, as was the light around her. What did that mean? I asked the wizard, why did she have blue light around her? He said I asked the wrong question, that I should be asking why did I see it? What i see is as much about me as about what I see.
her account was heart wrenching. I had never been so moved by a complete stranger in my life and all she did was tell a simple story about her childhood.
money
bank
facebook
report
describe
story
bill
invoice
My mom studied accounting.
So she was an accountant for a while. I don’t think she liked it much.
Who would?
It’s so tedious isn’t it?
So many numbers to ACCOUNT for.
I don’t think I would like it much.
I cannot account for all the times that I have acted like a total sloth. Yes, sloth, not slut. Anyways, too many times. Wayyy too many. Like this particular instance that I’m writing this knowing full well that I have so much more important things to do!
an account is something a user creates. usually for internet purposes. their account stores their information and allows the said person to frequently visit the site to browse. Accounts also hold money in banks for people. Only people with a proper access code can pull money from the account. you can also account for memebers of a party.