Nickname: Frogsdung ( yes , I know it's weird ) if you've read The Winding Circle sieres by Tamora Pierce you might get the reference. In the first book Sandry often uses

the word 'catsdung' when she is frustrated, at the time I was learning to knit (complete coincidence, I swear) but the word catsdung didn't work for me and so

.. you guessed it! Why I ever used frogsdung as a nickname I don't know, my mind works in strange ways.

Gender: I am a GIRL got that! Yes girls can have weird nicknames too, get your heads around that fact and your life will be a lot easier.

Favourite books: Apart from Artemis Fowl I like The Wish List by Eoin Colfer, anything by Tamora Pierce, The Hobbit by Tolkien, Agatha Christie, Tanglewreck (forgot authors name , bad memory, sorry!) and the Stravaganza series by Mary Hoffman

Hobbys: Reading, writing, cycling, swimming and playing the flute.

Pairings: I think that there are good argments for and against all pairings, well most of them, I enjoy reading all fanfics regardless of pairings, so long as they're well writen.

Quotes: Wenn alle schläft und einer spricht, das nennt man sich die Unterricht -my maths teacher (I live in Germany but am english, irish, polish and had lived in

England all my life prior two years ago) in english it is: When everyone sleeps and someone speaks thats called education! It doesn't translate very well, sorry!

Fanfic status: I have put none up so far due to limited computer acsess and overloads of homework (frau Schulz, are you reading this?) But I have writen one and will type it up at the first oppertunity!

And here are drum roll the copy and pastes ( more are coming, mwhaaaha !)

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away... Post this on your profile if you hate racism

If you can read this message, you are blessed because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all: I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling was ipmorantt! tahts so cool! If you could read that put it in your profile!

92 percent of American teens would die if Abecrombie or Fitch told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this into your bio if you would be in the 8 percent laughing their heads of at them.

This is a very sad poem I found on reconrox's profile and couldn't stop thinking about, especially the last lines. If you hate child abuse then please spread the word via this poem,

My name is sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm sradishing to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I sradish to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

child abuse, MAKE IT STOP