Heyy the names Jamie--

I love snowboarding and I LOVEE NARUTO AND SASUKE! Itachi is so HOT!

By the way, guys--please read and review my Narusasu fanfic, Analysis of Control!

Gravitation is the Yaoi fangirl bible.

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Please--if you're gonna take the time to read some of my stuff, I'd love it if you'd leave a review, whether its constructive critisism, support, or whatever. Thanks!

REVIEWS, PEOPLE. REVIEWS. THEY'RE MY HAPPY CRACK. REVIEW OR DIE. XD

As for Put Me Back Together Again, I wasn't sure how to end it so it's definitely not my best. Suggestions welcome! Very welcome.

Special thanks to DDB, for the reviews and suggestions on Bloody History! And great job on all your work!

About me--I'm 13, blonde, and about a quarter swedish. Dark brown eyes and all that.

My birthday's December 9th, so I was pretty much born loving snow. I'm obsessed with the stuff. I could just lie in it for hours watching snow fall and be entertained--which would explain why I love snowboarding so much! me and my BFFL Gracie board for back-to-back days. Ski trip of '06 was heaven on snow!

I'm about 5"4.5, which makes gracie jealous since she's low on inches ;

I looooove shopping--abercrombie, hollister, and american eagle!

Loveless is THE hottest book. sweet but still yaoi. muahaha, i love it! fangirl squeal!

Omg--DEATH NOTE!!! L and Light are soooo hot together! Misa go die in a hole!

-- ryuk is hilarious =

I write poetry in my spare time. Writing is my life, as is music. I love to sketch, write, sing and write songs, so I pretty much am an art freak. my current favorite song is definitely hear me out by Frou Frou; the band made one album together and then split. after that, the lead singer, Imogen Heap, does everything by herself (guitar, piano/keyboard, mixing, singing, drums, etc etc etc...everything!) --and my fave song by Imogen Heap is probably Loose Ends. shes a fantastic singer and has amazing lyrics!

There's a reason he pushed Naruto into Sasuke...

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Here's a poem of mine called Passionfruit

It just doesn’t work that way.

We don’t sit in the morning and wait for the day.

We don’t hold hands and kiss like the fairytales claim.

We cry and we die and we melt in the rain.

And boys are such morons. They say that it's true.

But no matter his claims, he's leaving you.

And love songs are lies, but we melt for that crap.

And our beaus are all gone, and they'll never come back.

And over the hills and through the trees,

I pant and I walk and I fall to my knees,

And I cry for his love, which he's taken away.

And I sit by myself. And I wait for the day.

Fixing a hole in the ocean, patching a gap in the sky.

He said he'd come back whenever I cried.

And I look at the sky and I'm weak and I'm numb,

And I feel my cheeks hot. I'm looking through a glass onion.

And yesterday seems far away.

Yesterday is gone.

Flashed by like a dream

A little movie scene.

Passionfruit.

What’s that mean?

A clip, a slice, a movie scene.

From that film I lied when I said I saw.

The wind whips by. My arms are raw.

Passionfruit.

Tumbling under thin, staticky covers

Or frantic heavy silences?

It’s not that neat.

Scarlet sheets.

The humid quiet before a kiss.

You close your eyes, and nearly miss.

Miracles? Naw. Passionfruit scent.

Sweet and tantalizing? Or sour accidents?

Passionfruit kisses. Your lips graze my cheek.

My heart jitters panickedly. I’ve waited for weeks.

The summer is nice, but I've missed your damn smile.

I can’t wait much longer. I've waited awhile.

"I'm just used to lust, but I'll try this today."

You say, not quite calmly, given away.

"I'll try to love if it'll make you feel better."

My face goes white, yours just keeps getting redder.

Suddenly shock hits, it sinks in, buries deep.

I look away, don’t want you to see me so weak.

I used to think confidence is key.

But you love being knights, and rescuing me.

Which is good, cause I'm breaking down, I think now you realize.

But it just hurts too much to let you see tears in my eyes

Writing lemons or sugar, doesn’t matter much now.

You grab my thin arm, breaking all your own vows.

"Listen," you say, your voice rough with rage.

"I wont cry. We can’t stumble onto the same page."

But suddenly I see something new in your face.

Your harsh words of hate cannot erase.

You said you hated me. I don’t blame you much.

I’m awkward, and pointless, and clumsy and such.

But this time is different. You look oh so weak.

My words they've all vanished. I can’t manage to speak.

You're leaning on me now, my arm's a support.

You're showing your colors. They're an awfully weak sort.

And as you cave in, for the first time, I’m the only one there.

The one with the brown eyes, the tan, the beach hair.

I don’t know what to say. You loved to rescue me so.

But you've finally lost your grip. I can’t believe you let go.

But it’s perfect, really, to know we're one and the same.

Anyone can be weak; it’s not really a shame.

I'm glad you let go. For once I’m at ease.

And for once, now it's you who's so weak in the knees.

And this is quite different, I feel strangely calm.

It’s more like a tension cut than a dropped bomb.

Somehow I’m not surprised you're collapsed in my lap.

Maybe I’m crazy. Should I draw you a map

Of your neighborhood? Stalker, yeah, I know.

But I’m glad you gave in. I’m glad you let go.

And the sky starts to pour, sets the mood just right.

We huddle there, me smiling, and sit through the night.

And we wait for the morning, we wait for the light.

Even if it doesn’t work that way, well, it did tonight.

And passionfruit kisses might mean something new.

It might not be fruit. It might describe you.

And here's something I whipped up off the top of my head for Chapter 13 of Bloody History...it's really not much, just a little blurb of sucky poetry. Don't kill me.

What’s it like

When you look at him and say,

Why don’t you walk away?

He’s wronged you and sinned you

He’s painfully pinned you

Why doesn’t he realize

You’re a priceless patch of lies?

He’s a dog meant for the flies

With flashing black red eyes.

You’re bleeding and bawling

Words pouring and scrawling

And god, it’s not fair

His black raven hair

Your thin pale lips meet

On the edge of your seat

Isn’t that a pity?

Leave the damn city

Find someone else

To put on your shelf

Frame him and shame him

Maybe he’ll love you, maybe not

Maybe lust, raw passion hot

Hate a burn or love a turn

It’s strange the way we’d

Make any excuse to stay away together

You’re my lover, my hater, my foolish young brother

And hell, it’s not fair

Run your fingers through my hair

And maybe we can fall in lust again…

please review--

Ja ne!!

- Jay-chan

xxchuuxx

(oh, by the way, I always sign anything, whether its writing or sketches, "xxchuuxx". chuu is japanese for kiss.)

Notice: To all those who think Homophobia is wrong and want to fight for a better future for our gay and lesbian friends, please repost this into your profile:

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 because 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 would not 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 had. 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 will 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 did not 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.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

~21 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity~

1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars.
2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.
3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that.
4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label it "In".
5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.
6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Smuggling Drugs".
7. Finish All Your sentences with "In Accordance With The Prophecy".
8. dont use any punctuation
9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.
10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.
11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go".
12. Sing Along At The Opera.
13. Go To A Poetry Recital. And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme?
14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play tropical Sounds All Day.
15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In The Mood.
16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom.
17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won! I Won!"
18. When Leaving the Zoo, Start Running towards the Parking lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives! They're Loose!"
19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner, "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."
21. Skip Over Number 20 Entirely To Make Everyone Else Go Insane From Severe Annoyance.

That which does not kill me had better run pretty damn fast.

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