Name: *shrugs* Imma Dolphin!

Age: This be confidential information...*Puts on shades and awkwardly walks away*

Race: Irish, English, Native American, Italian, an all american blend xP

Hobbies: Puzzles of every kind, watching anime, singing, eating Dr.Pepper floats, listening to what my insane friends have to say

Favorite Books : First Light, Safe Haven, Mandy, Fallen series, Beautiful creatures series, Vampire diaries, Twisted, Alice in wonderland, The infernal devices, anything other than twilight...

Favorite Movies: Labyrinth, Pirates of the Caribbean series, Corpse bride, nightmare before christmas, Hunchback of notre dame, Harry Potter the first three movies, again anything other than twilight

Favorite TV Shows: Big Bang theory, Bones, Cake Boss, Psych, Gravity falls, American dad, The Twilight zone, Sherlock, Malcolm in the middle

FRIENDS/BEST FRIENDS

FRIENDS: Will be there for you when he breaks up with you.

BEST FRIENDS: Will call him up and whisper, "Seven days..."

FRIENDS: Helps you up when you fall.

BEST FRIENDS: Keeps on walking saying, "Walk much, dumbass?"

FRIENDS: Helps you find your prince.

BEST FRIENDS: Kidnaps him and brings him to you.

FRIENDS: Will offer you a soda.

BEST FRIENDS: Will dump theirs on you.

FRIENDS: Gives you their umbrella in the rain.

BEST FRIENDS: Takes yours and says, "Run dumbass, run!"

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.

BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.

BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin "Damn, we screwed up!"

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.

BEST FRIENDS: Wont tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.

FRIENDS: Ask you to write down your number.

BEST FRIENDS: Have you on speed dial.

FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.

BEST FRIENDS: Lose your crap and tell you, "My bad...here's a tissue."

FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.

BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds asses that left you

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.

BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"

FRIENDS: Have to be told not to tell anyone.

BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.

FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college.

BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.

FRIENDS: Would read and ignore this.

BEST FRIENDS: Will re-post this!

Well, I guess I'm a best friend. Are you?

This is a true story. All schools have a class clown, someone that gets on everyone's nerves and that no one likes. There was one of these boys in this one school. Nobody liked him at all. He had no friends, the teachers hated him for his disruptiveness, and the students found him annoying beyond belief. He never seemed to care. One day, he had finally stepped on his teachers last nerve. What the teacher did was make everyone in the class stand up and tell the boy something they didn't like about him. As each of the thirty students stood up and said something about him they didn't like, he only sat and didn't seem to mind. All of the students did it.

That day, when school was out, the boy went home, grabbed his dads gun, and shot himself in the head.

If you think that the teacher was to blame, and that what she did was morally wrong and completely shameful, copy and paste this into your profile. Then, if you would have been the one to stand up and say "I'm not going to do this" then add your username to the list.
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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 (If you aren't touched by this, you are truly heartless

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I am the girl that fit in better at Irk, or any Anime or Manga, Pallet Town, City park zoo, or even Bikini Bottom, then at my school.

I am the girl that would rather talk about Pokemon, or Invader Zim, or POM, or anime and manga, then singers.

copy and paste this to your profile if you say "I DIDNT DO IT" whenever someone calls your name

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If you are obsessed with Invader Zim, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you think that writing or reading Fanfic stories is fun, copy and paste this onto your profile.

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If you have a tendency to talk to yourself, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you've ever just wanted to SLAP someone, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have a million and one notebooks, and still need more for your imagination or creativity, copy this into your profile.

If you're easily distracted, then...HEY! WHAT'S THAT? (OH! MUH! GAWSH! IT'S DA OTHER TAB!!! :O)

If you are obsessed with something considered childish for someone your age, copy this into your profile. (Like anime, manga, video games, etc...you get the point. )

If your confused of the sudden profile changes, don't be. My slightly annoying sister changed my profile with hers, thinking she could just claim my fanfic account. I told her she could borrow my site until she made her own, but she hasn't done so yet and decided to take mine instead. Argh, that irritates me. When I saw the changes, I was pissed off! I mean, we sort of like the same things, but there are some things that I like that she doesn't, so that's why they changes aren't too big. Sorry for the confusion.