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Hey I'm Lauren this is me updating my profile for the first time since 2010, it is now 2020 and I still love reading fanfiction and yes, I absolutely cringe every time I read my bio below. I was going to delete it but it was such a simpler time in my life I dont have the heart to do so. I read it now and I dont even recognize that happy go lucky kid. Its a little refreshing to have a glimpse of who I was when this weird sorta adult that I am now was forming. Anywho I still love to read Harry Potter and Twilight fics and will review honestly to your stories. Enjoy your day lovely people.
Hi im Lauren my last name well even if i tell you whats that gonna do?:) but my pen name is TALA.AKA.WOLF i chose that name because wolfs are my favorite animals and Tala means wolf i know simple right? but meaningfull hehe
WEIRD THINGS IVE DONE:once i was after school with some friends and there were abunch of unused lockers and i thought it would be fun to play hide and seek and hid in one then it got stuck and my friends couldnt get me out for like 10 minuetes i was laughing and soo freaked out...:once me and some friends made a bet of who could eat this really freaken hot pepper for the longest time and i went first and right when it touched my tongue it went numb in pain it was so hot and my eyes watered befor i even took a bite out of it worst thing ever!!!...:a friend and brought 3 sweaters into town once and started sing the sweater song from spongebob while holding the sweaters up at differant times lol...tried chocolate on cheeto puff swirls with a friend wasnt that bad...:tried diritos dipped in mash potatos again not as bad as youd thin lol...:asked a teacher if they liked kids they said no and i asked why they were a teacher then they said 'to torture kids' i said 'well then you are on the bad list and are getting coal for christams' i recieved glares for the rest of the year and a friend colored a rock with black sharpie gave it to them and said 'santa checked his list twice'...:called a teacher a 'cottenheadedninnimuggins'...:did cartwheels down a hallway during my lunch period with a friend...:got lost IN MY OWN HOUSE many times...:
I am weird and love it me and my friends to pretty wacky stuff and when people call me weird i say "good because being weird is apart of life" then i legit skip off.I have never heard anyone say being weird is apart of life before i started saying it and neither have my friends soooo i think i made the saying up all by myself which is awesome but im probaly not the first to say it soooo im not trying to take credit for it but i might have made it up and i hope i did sooooo for all those people who get called WEIRD good for you because being weird is apart of life and being normal or cool is just playen overrated and BEING WEIRD IS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so next time somebody calls you weird you should take as a compliment and remember my saying "BEING WEIRD IS APART OF LIFE" dont forget those words :)
Ohhh here is another saying i love and was written by Winston Churchill and it is "If your going through hell keep going" i saw that on a book mark at barnes and nobles and loved it.
Im that girl who would happily pick a book over a guy anytime.
My best friend is a guy who i can trust with my life and would happily take a bullet for him.
LAUGHING IS A NECESSITY IN MY LIFE!!! i will laugh at anything and everything whether its at the worst time ever or the best time ever:)
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back."The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."
"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
KimboLee Cullen (6)