Name: Holly
Gender: ...-_- my name's Holly,take a wild guess...
Age: young enough to still be at school -_-
Lives in: Magic-cucoo land with my good friends the sparkly pixie-people
Has recieved: seventeen death-threats! And counting!
Deviantart acount: Isar-Anon
Holly (no, not me. my best friend, who just so happens to also be called Holly...): (walks into room and glances about distastefully) what kind of cretin would dein to live in such a filth-ridden hovel as this?
Me: well, it's your bedroom.
Lackie: Don't taunt me! otherwhise I'll be forced to steal a car and drive the whole thirty miles to your house and rape some sense into you!
Me: so, not only are you a silly english kniget, you are a pervert and a pedophile too...
Lackie: Damn straight! wait a minute...I'm not english!
Me: (to my sister) be a good girl and go make me a cup of tea...
My Sister: what did your last slave die of?!
Me: I stabbed him for back-chatting.
My Sister: (o.O)
Me: Seriously, he just wouldn't shut-up!
Roisin: (when confronted by a glass jar full of shiny metal slivers in chemistry) Aleyoop! (reaches forwards) In other words...(Opens closed hands to reveal jar) Yoink!
Roisin: (leaning back in chair holding red pen) I'm sly!
Me: (spins round and points accusingly at Lackie's hiding place) You're stalking me!
Lackie: (pops head up from bush and grins) I prefer to call it 'watching you from a close distance while concealed in bushes and trees'
Me: Come on Rois'...admit it! You're a David Tennant Fangirl! Just look at the evidence!
Roisin: Am not! Stop saying that or I'm gonna- (sits back in chair massaging bridge of nose) no...I'm not going to stoop that low...I am going to kill the next person I see though...
Me and everyone esle in the room: (o.O...desperately scramble to get out of sight)
Roisin: (opens eyes and looks around) what the hell?
Alastair - aka 'Ben the flower pot man': (kicks small black childs glove that's lying in the middle of the road) hey look! An emo-glove...
Us: er...that's not an emo-glove...
Alastair: You're an emo glove!
Us: ...(wtf? lol!)
Other Holly: (while trying to walk head-on into a near gale force wind yells at the top of her lungs) take this wind! (takes a deep breath and blows hard)
Aileen: (sitting on floor of car hiding from the police) I think I'm sqeezed into a square foot of space here...
Other Holly: (whimpers with a pained expression) well you're certainly on MY foot...
Aileen: (strokes hair protectively) my hair!
Roisin: (face materialises round the side of the chair) it's MY hair now...
Aileen: (points) and over there's the F.B.I. officer who was straddling me earlier...
Random F.B.I agent: (shrugs) you wouldn't cooperate...
Aileen: And then they took a video...
Random F.B.I. agent: (giggles) raunchy fun!!
My dad: (sits back smiling after a roast chicken dinner) Aaaaaah...thank fuck it's not Bisto.
Me: (After spotting Roisin trying to push my fingerless glove down past my elbow for the fifteenth time, whip round and grab the ruler hissing angrily) Roisin! You're not sly!
Roisin: (pouts) I'm sly!
My Great Uncle Tony: (After one glass of wine too many, presented with an argument he can't win) Well you can just go take a flying fuck at the moon, my dear!
Me: You know you're in trouble when the bad guy looks into the empty cage and says, 'Where'd it go?'
Me: HUGGLES!! (runs forward and glomps my little friend Jo)
Jo: Wah! Oh, hi...(pats shoulder uncertainly) um, can I have money?
Other Holly: (yells in the middle of Art with scissors stuck to her hands with PVA) AAH!!my hands are trying to kill me again!
Me: (o.O) again...?
Tom: Aaaw...c'mon! It's only 10p a month!
Roisin: Hell no! There's no way I'm giving you any of my money...(drags him backwards till he's beside her and throws an arm round his shoulders) now you just stay there and be my little walking stick, mm'kay?
Other Holly: (singing) Red and yellow and green and blue! Orange and purple and...(thinks hard) Picasso!
My Brother: (While watching the St Petersburg Ballet Theatre perform 'Swan Lake' with me, my mum, sister and granny. Whispers in awe while staring at the lead male ballerina) He must have buttocks of steel...
Roisin: (While trying to fight me in order to prove that she's not like Reno from FFVII at all, I pin her arms behind her back which makes her twist her back uncomfortably 'cause I'm shorter than her...she shrugs) Ok, so you're good!
Me, My Sister and her friend Amy: (Singing) My pokemon brings all the nerds to the yard! And they're like, 'You wanna swap cards?' Damn right! they're better than yours!
Roisin: (In English after the teacher offered 'constructive critiscism' in the form of telling me my essay was too informal, leans back in chair smirking) Struggling?
Me: (Folds arms and glares, hisses back) Reno!!
Roisin: I'm not like Reno! If anything, Reno's like me! Seeing as I existed before he did...
Me: (Leans back and rolls eyes) You keep telling yourself that...Reno.
Roisin: (talking to me on MSN just after I added the last two quotes...) Yay! I is freeeeeee!! Not all the facts are being laid out before the crowd! Now everyone won't think I'm as like reno as I am...Speaking of Reno, I really need to learn to fly a helicopter...
Me: ...(XD)
Roisin: And don't you dare post that!
Me: ...(
Roisin: I mean it! If you do I'll...em...damn that line always works better when I have a real threat...
Roisin: (checks time, gasps) Oh no! I have to go now, there's a documentary about David Tennant on TV and if I miss it I'll hang myself! (thinks) No, wait...that never works. I'll jump off a cliff...Bye! (skiddaddles)
My Brother: (to my dad when they're playing Far Cry - that's an old PC game ppl - on multiplayer) I thought I saw you, but it was just a really fat tree...
Other Holly: (Nonchalantly walking down the street discussing the attempted terrorist attack on Glasgow Airport in a loud voice) They did it all wrong, see. They tried to blow up petrol. Petrol doesn't explode! It just burns very feircly for a few seconds! Now, if it was me? I would've stuck to a good old fashioned Napalm bomb!
Roisin: Who needs training when you have guns?!
Me: ...(smirk)
Roisin: (see's the look on my face, points and yells) That proves nothing!!
Me: Of course not...
Roisin: (sits back in chair folding arms and scowling) You're just jealous of the awesomeness that is me!!
Other Holly: (gesticulating wildly) My roof's in league with the Akatsuki! Mind you, the shed's on my side...
Other Holly: (Poses dramatically and points at jar of unidentified red liquid held aloft in one hand, loudly declaims) Evil, thy name is Pickled Beetroot!!
Roisin: (In Physics has forgotten calculator) Mr Burrows? Can I borrow a calculator...?
Mr Burrows (Our Physics Teacher): No, you can die a horrible death.
Roisin: (Beams, says in the same tone of voice she would use if he'd told her he was giving her chocolate) Thank you!
Mr Burrows: (Raises eyebrow) Uh-huh...(Walks away shaking head)
Roisin: (leans back in chair) Ah...It was worth it!
Roisin: (Has single-handedly set up a complicated electrical cricuit perfectly, Poses dramatically, hand on switch) And the lord said, Let there be light! (Flicks switch, nothing happens) But there wasn't...
Me: (Notices something) Er...Spike...? (Points at the main plug to the power supply...which isn't plugged in at the wall...)
Roisin: (Rubs back of neck sheepishly) eh...I'm smart!
Me: eh.
Roisin: eh!
Me: eh!!
Roisin: eh!!
Me: eh!!
Roisin: eh!!
Me: I can't beleive we're having this argument...
Other Holly: (Pops up randomly) I can't believe it's not butter!
My Sister: (Fake Glaswegian accent) You're no a real man Da'
Dad: (Replies Solemnly) No, I'm a hamster.
Us: (o.O WTF?!)
OK, so my friends and I have started up a trend of mass polygamy at our school. It's hilarious! But I keep forgetting who exactly I'm married to...so I'm going to write it all down here!
So far I'm married to...
Roisin, Aileen, Holly Y., Anna, Corrine, Nikita, Ashleigh, Ryan, Cyan, Joseph and I think Nathan...might not be married to him though...can't quite remember...
Start up the trend at youre school/workplace! see how many people will join with you in a meaningless immature show of hyper bonding!
Note: I'm not exclusively homosexual myself - I'm bi, but...
Please read what's under here!!
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets becuase nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they wouldn't let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster-child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever known. I wish they could adopt me...
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I'll probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high-school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support-system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most - love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Please re-post this if you think homophobia is wrong.
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