FanFiction.Net - unleash your imagination| demonduck132 |
Yay, for reading random post-its on somebody else's profile and falling in love with, like, half of them and having to put them on your own profile. For me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you what 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 thumb war 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 memorize the complete biographies and physical traits of every character in Naruto (or almost, at least). Crazy is when you write Neji Hyuga or Itachi Uchiha is hot on your homework instead of doing it. Crazy is when you fill up the tab separators in your binders with doodles/love notes/confessions of love/any other Naruto related thing you can think of about Naruto or the Naruto characters. Crazy is when you can open up Naruto and know exactly which part you're at by reading one word. Crazy is when you laugh when nothing's funny. Crazy is when you have OSD (Obsessive Sasuke Disorder). Crazy is when you crack up if someone says "Oatmeal!". Crazy is when you suddenly start blabbing about gourds and Hero's Water. Crazy is when you start laughing at the term 'cheap plastic' when no one else knows why. Crazy is when you randomly started laughing like a maniac during a test. Crazy is using the Pokemon theme song to get annoying songs out of your head, and you haven't watched Pokemon in over ten years. If you're crazy, copy this onto your profile and add something crazy you've done to the list! 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! Even when you can't see Him, GOD is there! if you believe in GOD put this in your profile. Too many kids and teenagers have smoked or tried marijuana. If you haven't, copy and paste this onto your profile. 92 percent American teens would die if Abercrombie and Fitch told them it's uncool to breathe. Copy this into your profile if you would be in the 8 percent laughing their butts off at the others. If there are times when you wanna annoy people just for the heck of it, copy this into your profile. Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, then weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile! If you have ever gotten so completely sidetracked in a conversation that you don't remember why you were talking in the first place, copy this into your profile. If you've ever asked a really stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this onto your profile. If you have ever said something that has nothing to do with the current conversation, copy and paste this into your profile. ~HELL, FREAKIN', YEAH!!~ My best friend is insane. If you agree, or if you have an insane friend, copy this into your profile! If you have ever had a mad laughing fit for absolutely no reason, copy and paste this into your profile. If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile. ~You wouldn't believe how many laughs this gets. I swear, it never gets old.~ 30 percent of kids go to college. The other 70 either drop-out or don't have the proper skills to. If you're one of the 30 percent that you know you're going to go to college, copy and paste this into your profile. Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile. If you are crazy and/or insane and proud of it copy and paste this onto your profile. If you've ever walked into a doorway/wall/other unmoveable object that you could've clearly dodged, you just weren't paying close enough attention, copy and paste this on your profile. If you disapprove of bad music/are swayed in your liking of someone because of their music taste, copy and paste this onto your profile. If you disapprove of bad spelling and/or grammar/are swayed in your liking of someone because of their bad spelling and/or grammar, copy and paste this onto 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 is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it. I am the sixteen-year-old sophomore in high-school who wants to become the chemical biologist to discover a way for gays and lesbians have children of their own without the use of a surrogate mother/sperm doner. The white man said, "Coloured people aren't 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 and when I die I will be Black. But you sir, when you're born you're Pink, when you grow up you where White, when you're sick you're Green, when you're in the sun you're Red, when you're cold you're Blue, and when you die you will be Purple. And you have the nerve to call me coloured?" The black man turned around and sat down, and the white man walked away... Repost this if you believe racism is wrong. Please do your part to end it. Okay, favorite band/singer time, YAIYZ! Not all are my favorites, it's just what's on my iTunes (And my brother, guess who he is.)
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