I am deeply,madly,and hopelessly in love with James Potter.

hmm, anyways

Hello fellow dear readers of Fanfiction! My name is Justine .I J’adore music,reading, the mall, my friends, fanfiction, vanilla ice cream, and my Caramel Starbucks Frappuchino. My iPod is probably the most special thing in my life right now and I’d probably lose my mind if something ever happens to it. I also have an unhealthy obsession on reading books. Honestly, if I were filthy rich I’d probably spend it on books and have my own massive library of romance. Err, sappy much?( I do have needs you know. I am a teenager after all) I also have a rather obsessive compulsive disorder on which I have to check the dictionary in order to ease myself if a certain word is either misspelled or used in a wrong context.

I’m extremely ambitious and I tend to exaggerate things quite often. I want to write a book, though it doesn’t mean that I want to be the next J.K. Rowling because c’mon, J.K. Rowling’s a legendary. I just want to write a book before I grow old and die for my future descendants to remember me ;) I’m also targeting to major in either medical or law school. The idea of those two still lay unwritten. We shall see.

The two places that I want to go to are England and New York. England, ‘cuz I have a very mad mind that I delude myself with marrying a black-haired/ blue eyes with a beautiful accent (guess who that IS--though it will never probably come true considering that James Potter is supposedly dead sobs) in the future. Though I would never eat an escargot- snail- because that is just plain disturbing and disgusting. No offence. I want to go to New York because I’ve always wanted to see the statue of liberty since I was young and in addition, to pursue my career in writing. Needless to say, I do amaze and scare myself sometimes.

I am not ashamed to say that I suck and hate P.E. I think it’s in my genetic makeup to do awfully in P.E. I would rather break my leg or my arm or anything in my body just to be able to be excused. My dear friends offered to push me in the staircase but I was too much of a wimp to handle the pain.

I am at the current state of age where I abhor the y-chromosome makeup genetic. It’s just too many damn dramas to be able to handle that. That's why focusing on the fictional world is a hell of alot better than reality.

My music ranges to Linkin Park from Miley Cyrus. Really. She’s not that bad. And I do quite enjoy hearing a bubblegum pop girl-ish song once in awhile. But I’m in love with alternatives. Sum 41 and Lifehouse are some of my favorites. Avril Lavigne and Lily Allen are my muse. ;) I just love music to hate any genre ya know? (I don’t quite like the Jonas Brothers. I don’t know why, but they just make their songs so sappy when they write about a girl.)

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection.Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

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