My name is Shawna, I'm an 18 year old girl and in my senior year of high school (aka 12th grade) in a crappy little rich-folk town in Connecticut, USA. I'm a slightly rebellious punk-dressing girl anarchist, but I'm also a sensitive Clairsentient. A psychic, if you will, but I hate that term for it; I don't see things; I'm not telepathic or telekinetic, but I sense things. I read emotions and auras. I could tell you almost exactly what you are feeling if you walk into a room with me in it. I'm also a 'grammar nazi'. I don't blow up on people or flame, but typos and improper grammar make me cringe and complain. I'm bisexual, and I don't have a preference. I love reading, writing, singing, and acting.

Story of my life in a nutshell, I suppose.

My Current Fandoms:
Movies with Matthew Lillard in them? XD, Full Metal Alchemist, Yu Yu Hakusho,

My General Fandoms:
Yu Yu Hakusho, Inuyasha, Sonic, DB/DBZ/GT, Bleach, Full Metal Alchemist, Naruto, Sailor Moon, Kingdom Hearts, Ace Attorney Series, Zelda, Ben 10 Alien Force,Silent Hill, Lux-Pain,

Real Life Quotes

Mike: (jumps up and down flapping his arms)
Me: What are you doing, trying to fly?
Mike: Uhuh.
Me: I think the highest you're going to get is on drugs.

Me: Go be anorexic.
Andy: I EAT anorexic.
Me: Lolwhuuut?

Adam: Back when I went to Hebrew school, I learned that Jews evolved over time. They used to have spikes. And breathe fire.
Conor: They were called Bowser.

Andy: I was watching this thing on tv the other day that said women were only good for three things: cooking, cleaning, and vagina.
Me: Well, then I'm not going to be a very good wife, I'm not good at any of those things.
Adam: I didn't know vagina was a verb.
Me: (cracks up)
Adam: It's like...you turn in this job application "What the hell is vagina?" "I dunno, but I'm not hiring this nutjob!"
Andy: You should just write something useless on the application.
Adam: "I'm good at car." "What the fuck is car?" "I dunno, I'm not hiring this person."

Adam: (reading the lunch menu for Valentines Day at school) God, it's like the Jewish Christmas.
Andy: Valentine's Day - the Jewish Christmas.

Ms. Williams: Did you hear about that guy on the news?
Adam: Yes, I did! (/sarcasm) ...Dude, that’s such a vague statement. Did you hear about that thing that happened one time?
Me: Oh yes, I totally did.
Ms. Williams: No, it was the guy who was really important.
Adam: Well of course, everyone on the news is important! I live my life by the news! (/sarcasm)

Mike: Maybe if you asked me nicely...
Me: I asked your mom nicely.
Adam: And she still said no.

Rick: My brother's an idiot. The other day I tried to turn him off with the tv remote.
Me: I’m sure that went well.
Ray: Rick, you always turn me off…
Everyone else: Ewww!

Me: (about half an hour after eating teddy grams) I found a teddy gram in my bed!
Ray: What you do with the teddy gram is your business.
Me: ...I don't wanna lose my virginity to a teddy gram!

(looking at our essay paper scores in English class)
Nik: (notices she got a lower grade than Ketaki) I hate you.
Me: (notices I got lower score than Nik) I hate you both.
Shannon: (didn't even write the paper) I hate all of you.

(going through the sample pins that came with our button-maker.)
Me: "Thank you for your business". (cracks up)
Todd: "I did it!"?
Me: Did what?
Todd: I dunno.
Me: We should put them together. (still cracking up)
Todd: You wear the "Thank you for your business" pin into the bathroom and then when you come out you put on the "I did it!" pin.
Tom: I'll wear the "Thank you for your business" pin while I bang my girlfriend and then I'll wear the "I did it!" pin as I leave.

Me: I'm MATHICALLY dyslexic!
Shannon: Well, the word is mathematically...

Me: Your ass has a pocket!
Dad: No, my pants have a pocket. (pause) Unless you're calling my ass a pocket.
Me: Only if you're gay.

Cody: Geezus my knee hurts!
Mr. Curtis: I'm Mr. Curtis, not Jesus.

Connor: (after getting yelled at by Spanish teacher) I can die for my country, I can vote...but I can't swear.

Me: (accidentally during Les Mis) How much is ten francs in human money?

Me: I'm naked under my clothes.
Ray: ...Really.
Me: No, I obviously have CLOTHES under my clothes. (/sarcasm)
Ray: ...Really?
Me: No, I'm wearing my birthday suit.
Ray: And it's a lovely birthday suit.
Me: ...I don't wear it on my birthday anymore, however.
Ray: ...Dammit.

Dad: Is it going to fart on me? (talking about Ray's new ipod application)

Ray: I found the answer to my problem!
Me: You found the answer to a problem? Good, now if only you could figure out the answer to the rest of your problems...

Gabby: I'm independent!
Me: I'm bisexual!
Mariah: I don't give a shit.

Me: The couch is sexually harassing me! It's touching my butt!

Movie Quotes

Scream:

Sidney: How do you...gut someone?
Stu: You take a knife and you slit them from groin to sternum.
Billy: Hey. It’s called tact you fuckrag.

Randy: Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Cause I heard that they found her liver in the mailbox next to her spleen and pancreas.
Tatum: Randy you goon, I’m trying to eat here.
Stu: She’s getting mad alright? You better liver alone. Liver alone!
(Sidney gets up and leaves. Billy whacks Stu.)
Stu: Liv - - Ow! Liver. Liver! It was a joke!

Gale: Jesus! The camera, hurry!
Kenny: My name isn’t Jesus.

Tatum: I’m sorry, Deputy-Dewey-Boy but we're ready to go now, ok?
Sheriff Burke: Take them out the back way to avoid that circus out there.
Dewey: Come on.
Tatum: Don’t touch me.
Dewey: He's my superior...!
Tatum: Janitors are your superior.

Stu: Kizzo, Kaskizoo is isout! I don’t know what you did, Sidney, but on behalf of the entire school we all say, “Thank you!”

Billy: Maybe your movie freaked mind lost its reality button. Ever think of that?
Randy: You're absolutely right I’m first to admit it. If this was a scary movie I would be the chief suspect.
Stu: What would be your motive?
Randy: It’s the Millennium. Motives are incidental.

Stu: You know, why don’t you guys go up to my parents bedroom? So you guys can...'talk', whatever.
Billy: Subtlety Stu, you should look it up.

Randy: There are certain rules you must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance. #1 You can never have sex.
(Everyone throws potato chips at him, booing)
Randy: Big no-no! Big no-no!
Stu: I’d be a dead man!
Randy: Sex equals death okay? #2 You can never drink or do drugs.
(Everyone clinks their beer bottles against each other's, Randy included)
Randy: This is sin. It’s an extension of number 1. #3 Never, never ever under any circumstances do you ever say, "I’ll be right back" 'cause you won’t be back.
Stu: I’m getting another beer, you want one?
Randy: Yeah sure.
Stu: I’ll be riiiight baaaack!

Sidney: You sick fucks have seen too many movies!
Billy: Now Sid, don’t blame the movies. The movies don’t create psychos, movies make psychos more creative.

Stu: Did you really call the police?
Sidney: You bet your sorry ass I did.
Stu: My mom and dad are going to be so mad at me!

Hackers:

Phreak: So, um, what's your interest in Kate Libby, eh? Academic? Purely sexual?
Dade: Homicidal?

Teacher: "Angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night."
Dade: That's Ginsburg.
Teacher: Nice. Very nice.
Kate: He's not in this class.
Teacher: Well, he's on my list. (he turns to the boy standing next to Kate) "Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most"?
Cereal: Ozzy Osbourne!
Teacher: You. What is your name?
Cereal: Uh, Emmanuel Goldstein, sir?
Teacher: You, however, are not on my list.
Cereal: (feigning shock) Whoa, this isn't wood shop class?

Dade: (trying to 'code' explain to Cereal that the disk is in the trash) They're TRASHING our rights, man! They're TRASHING the flow of data! They're TRASHING! TRASHING! TRASHING! HACK THE PLANET!

Cereal: Yo. I kinda feel like God!

Thir13en Ghosts

Maggie: Can I rely on you not to get me killed?
Dennis: I guarantee nothing.

Kalina: We have ten minutes until the ectoplasmic shit hits the fan.

Dennis: There are ghosts in the basement!
Maggie: Wait...you mean in this basement?
Dennis: Of course I mean this basement! What is it with you people? If it next door, I wouldn't give a shit!

Maggie: Stuck in a glass house with a bunch of crazy white people...

Maggie: Did the lawyer split?

Dennis: What did I just say? Did I say there's a petting zoo downstairs? NO.

Maggie: Hey, Bobby, isn't that great, you got a late uncle.
Bobby: What's he late for?
Kathy: His next birthday.
Bobby: (excited) You mean he's dead?!

Dennis: I know this is gonna sound completely whacked, all right? But just - just stay with me. I used to hunt displaced spiritual energies with your uncle.
Arthur: I'm sorry?
Dennis: Uhh, P.K. agents. Revenants. Uh, uh, uh - Like wraiths. Wraiths? Do you have any idea what I'm talking about?
Arthur: Uhh...
Dennis: That's okay. That's okay, I - I'll do this the easy way. Ghosts, Arthur. I used to - I used to hunt ghosts with your Uncle Cyrus.
Arthur: ...Goats?
Dennis: GHOSTS! Ghosts, goddammit! Listen to me!

Arthur: I told them not to leave this spot.
Dennis: They're kids - what do you expect?
Arthur: Yeah, well thank you, Dr. Phil.

Dennis: I sure as hell hope I don't bleed to death, 'cause that would suck.

Dennis: I hate this job...
Kalina: Yeah, well, they doesn't seem to like you much either. I wonder why.
Dennis: If you have something to say, say it.
Kalina: Alright, let's start with, THIS IS ALL YOUR GODDAMN FAULT! If you hadn't caught them we wouldn't be running from them, now would we?
Dennis: (pointing to Arthur) It's his uncle that built the damn house!
Kalina: Yeah, but you helped him! How could you help him without knowing what he was doing?
Dennis: I had my reasons...
Kalina: Money, you parasite. You stole people's souls for money! How depraved is that?
Dennis: If you hadn't noticed, I'M A LITTLE BIT OF A FREAK! I come within ten feet of anything dead I go into seizures. I touch somebody, and a whole life full of shit just flashes in front of my eyes! Alright? So yeah, I'm depraved. But Cyrus was my friend and he accepted me, so...(he flips her off)

SLC Punk

Stevo: Do you love her?
Bob: I don't know. I'd have to think about that.
Stevo: It's not really a thinking question.

Stevo: You see life is like that. We change, that's all. You see, the guy I am now is not the guy I was then. If the guy I was then met the guy I am now he'd beat the shit out of me. Those are the facts.

Stevo: See, to me, England was nothing more then a big fucking American state like North Dakota or Canada.

Stevo: Wait, time out. I just wanted to ask real quick, if I can. You believe in rebellion, freedom and love, right?
Mom: Absolutely, yes.
Dad: Rebellion, freedom, love.

Stevo: You two are divorced. So love failed. Two: Mom, your a New Ager, clinging to every scrap of Eastern religion that may justify why the above said love failed. Three: Dad, you're a slick, corporate, preppy-ass lawyer. I don't really have to say anything else about you do I, Dad? Four: You move from New York City, the Mecca and hub of the cultural world to Utah! Nowhere! To change nothing! More to perpetuate this cycle of greed, fascism and triviality. Your movement of the people, by and for the people got you... nothing! You just hide behind some lost sense of drugs, sex and rock and roll. Ooooh, Kumbaya! I am the future! I am the future of this great nation which you, father, so arrogantly saved this world for. Look, I have my own agenda. Harvard, out. University of Utah, in. I'm gonna get a 4.0 in damage. I love you guys! Don't get me wrong, it's all about this. But for the first time in my life, I'm 18 and I can say "FUUUUUCK YOU!"
Dad: Steven, I didn't sell out son. I bought in. Keep that in mind. (Stevo leaves) That kid's gonna make a hell of a lawyer, huh?
Mom: Yeah, he takes after his father. He's a son of a bitch.
Dad: Well, fuck you dear.

Stevo: Oh, the sun never sets on the British Empire... well the sun never sets on my asshole!

Stevo: You're a Nazi!
Dad: Nazi? I'm Jewish, Steven, how can I be a Nazi?
Stevo: That's the worst. Dad, look at this. What kinda, what kinda car is this?
Dad: That would be a Porshe.
Stevo: A Porshe, that you bought at a Volkswagen dealership. 'Volks-vagen', right? For the people who designed it? Who made that possible, Let me give you a hint, Adolf Hitler.
Dad: IT'S JUST A CAR!

Liquor Store Man: What the hell are you?
Stevo: Oooh, we come from the east in search of the Messiah! We followed that big star. (points upward)
Eddie: Yeah, we bring gold, and frankincense...
Stevo: (still pointing upwards) You see it?
Eddie: ...and myrrh.
Stevo, Eddie: Myrrh.
Liquor Store Man: You do what now?
Stevo: Followed the star.
Liquor Store Man: Oh my God. Who let you boys out of the state institute? We'd better get you boys back in the hospital.
Bob: No, no, no, no, no, it's all right, man. We're from England.
Liquor Store Man: England?
Bob: Yeah, that's right. That's probably why we seem so weird to you, man.
Liquor Store Man: England, huh? Well, that explains it I guess.

Mark: That's what's wrong with you Americans, you're always looking for pain.
Mike: Yeah well... it pains me to hear you say that, Mark, it really does.

Stevo: It's like fucking Jesus Christ took a shit and it landed right here, so you can be happy all you fucking want.

Bob: Well, it's a crazy fucked up world and we're all just floating along waiting for someone who can walk on water, man.

Stevo: I knew a girl, right, who'd only have sex with a guy if he had a fuckin' accent. Can you think of anything more ludicrous in your life? So every asshole in Salt Lake City, (and let me tell ya, plenty assholes in this general region), that wanna do a little of this, would get her drunk and put on some kind of stupid fucking accent like 'Ello mistress, do you fancy a shag?' And there she would, fuckin' knees to the sky. It was sad, it made me really sad. Poor girl had no self respect.

Bob: Hey Eddie, do you like this music?
Eddie: Yeah. It rocks!
Bob: Well I think this music's for posers.
Eddie: (pause) Well I think you're a fag.
Stevo: FAG!
Bob: Fuck you.
Stevo: No, fuck yourself, you'd get more pussy.

Mark: (handing Stevo a thing of pot) Here you go, but be careful, that stuff'll make you stupid.
Stevo: (throws empty beer can at people) FUCK YOU.
Mark: Well, stupider than you already are.

Mark: Now you see the problem with water beds is that they have these waves like this, (makes motions of waves with hands) Right? But you see this water bed is special, (moves his hands across the bed, you see? It has no waves.
Stevo: Why didn't you just get a normal bed... that has no waves?
(awkward silence)
Mark: ...But this HAS no waves.

Stevo: Problems and Contradictions: I am an anarchist. I believe that there should be no rules, only chaos. Fighting appears to be chaos. And when we slam in the pit a show it is. But when we fight for a reason, like rednecks, there's a system, we fight for what we stand for, chaos. Fighting is a structure, fighting is to establish power, power is government and government is not anarchy. Government is war and war is fighting. The circle goes like this: our redneck skirmishes are cheap perversions of conventional warfare. War implies extreme government because wars are fought to enforce rules or ideals, even freedom. But other people ideals forced on someone else, even if it is something like freedom, is still a rule; not anarchy.

Without A Paddle:

Jerry: I christen this, Duke the second! (smashes beer bottle on canoe)
River Guide: Thanks for breaking glass where my kids play

Jerry: Well, I was a Boyscout. Tom, you were a Boyscout, weren't you?
Tom: No, but I ate a brownie once

Dan: Are you running immigrants over the boarder again, coyote?
Tom: Those guys fell asleep in my truck! I thought I'd just gotten shit-faced and bought a bunch of sombreros. I didn't know there were dudes underneath.

Video Game Quotes

Kenichi: Help out around here for a while, why don't you?
Akira: As a waitress...?
Kenichi: Guys are waiters, idiot. Or do you REALLY want to wear a skirt?
-Lux-Pain