Beware! I am incredibly spontaneous!

I like Dragons, and fanfics, and writing my own fanfics, and reading reviews of fanfics that I like, (maybe even submitting one of my own) and hitting people with sticks, and creating alternate scenarios for anything that I think needs it, and watching good movies over and over until I have memorized all the lines, and reading 500+-page books in less than three days, (only if they're good) and jumping around my room, snarling like a Vraal!! (Kudos go to whoever can tell me what a Vraal is!)

I don't like writing essays, reading historical fiction or romance, acting normal, watching cheesy movies, playing video games, books that haven't been treated well or DVDs that haven't been treated well, bad language or being in the company of one who uses bad language on a regular basis.

If you are a MOVIE QUOTER, which means you go around quoting movies for fun, copy and paste this in your profile!

If you have your own little world, copy this into your profile.

If you have ever seen a movie (or show) so many times you can quote it word for word, and you do at random moments, copy and paste this into your profile.

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

For me, crazy is a loose term.

Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you what you are doing that is so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour-long sob fest, and then start singing and dancing when your favorite song comes on. Crazy is when you do or say a completely random thing, like "Do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" or having a thumbwar with yourself. Crazy is when you type up all your favorite sayings, print them off and tape them to your wall, just for something to do. Crazy is when you laugh about how you laugh. Crazy is when you read books of essays over a book you like. Crazy is when you chase a random person all over the place and then say "Tag You're it!" when you finally catch them. Crazy is when you break your foot at your church's camp. Crazy is when you: put five intertubes, a baby intertube on your head, one noodle under each arm, a noodle in between your legs, have a snorkle and goggles on, jump in the pool, and make up a random story about a guy who is scared of drowning at his hotel pool in Hawii. Crazy is when you run around with a baby's lifesaver shaped pool floatie on your head yelling 'Look at my Sombrero!' Crazy is when you scream "SMEAGOL'S FREE!!" when school let's out ... If you're crazy, copy this onto your profile and add something crazy you've done to the list!

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