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Hello dear reader of my profile, it's a pleasure to meet you indirectly via the World Wide Web. You can call me Erin or Annabeth, whichever you prefer. I'm sure you've seen profiles that go on forever and ever and I'm ashamed to say I am partially guilty of this. However, I will try my best to give you the best insight into my life in the shortest amount of time. Here we go...
I'm the oldest of three sisters, though I was blessed to be the smallest as well as the quietest. I'm naturally a super-mega-geek about everything and I can practically inhale a book in a couple of hours.
I'm a writer (hence this account) and an artist, but my career goal in life is to be an engineer. I love most every subject in school, just not my teachers. I rarely get into trouble and I fret a lot about not meeting and exceeding peoples' expectations. I have the social life of a hamster.
Music is one of my favorite art forms. Look through my iPod and you'll see anything ranging from Frank Sinatra to Linkin Park. I think I literally have every genre of music you can think of with the exception of screamo and the like (it hurts my ears, but that's just me. I don't like loud sounds)
I love people who make me laugh and people who take the time to be courteous and well-mannered. I love to care for and nurture, which is why I think I sometimes attract friends who don't have someone like that in their lives. This can turn out disastrously, though, because while they may always need me by their side, attached to their hip, I'm not one to stay there.
I hope you enjoy my writings and that you don't find it too horrid as you are the only people I will ever show my writings to. Not my family or my friends. I refused to show my boyfriend, now ex. I'm venting my innermost ideas and fantasies to you guys, and you guys alone, so please spare my fragile self-esteem. I gladly welcome constructive criticism and praise. I'll only improve if you give me feed back :) Thank you for your time.
My favorites (This is a long list so be prepared):
The Harry Potter Series, The Percy Jackson Series, The Heroes of Olympus Series, The Eternal Ones Series, A Wrinkle in Time Series, The Forest of Hands and Teeth Trilogy, Fahrenheit 451, The Hunger Games Trilogy, The Anne of Green Gables Series, The Hush Hush Trilogy, The Maximum Ride Series, The Mortal Instruments Series, The Matched Trilogy, The Truth About Forever, Just Listen, The Hound of the Baskervilles, and probably more that I'll remember after I post this.
I am the girl ... that doesn't go to school dances, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird, and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.
But I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with Anime and Books, who can express herself better with words, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and Paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest times that they are unique, but not alone.
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"Love me, Hate me. Either way you're obsessed."
"I may not be smart enough to do everything, but i'm dumb enough to try anything."
"The pen is mightier than the sword,"
"if you ask how much something costs, you can't afford it."
"Never inturupt your enemy when he's making a mistake."
"Winning is a habit, unfortunatly so is losing."
"We are the people our parents warned us about."
"When Jesus said love your enemies, he probobly meant don't kill them."
Don't follow in my footsteps, I tend to walk into walls.
No guy is worth your tears & the ones who are won’t make you cry.
Adults are just kids with money.
Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyways.
I am unique...just like everyone else.
And my momma swore that
But darling, you are the only exception
Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul
And I've always lived like this
But you are the only exception
I've got a tight grip on reality
You are the only exception
And I'm on my way to believing
Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?
Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master...
He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher...
He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer...
He had no army, yet kings feared him...
He won no military battles, yet he conquered the world...
He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him...
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today
Feel honoured to serve such a leader who loves us...
If you believe in the tiune God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
then copy and paste this in your profile
I'm that girl who cries without anyone seeing it.
I'm that girl who's upset without anyone knowing it.
I'm that girl who smiles but is hurting inside.
I'm that girl who guides but doesn't know what's right.
I'm that girl who shines but doesn't glow in the dark.
I'm that girl who's kind but never feels the mark.
I'm that girl who'd fight for someone else's rights.
But I'm also that girl who can't sleep at night.
Outside I'm pretty, I'm glowing, I'm strong.
But inside, I'm hurting, knowing I don't belong.
I think of that weight that just hangs above me,
Dropping onto my shoulders ever so slowly.
I don't fight it, I don't struggle,
I just hold it up.
The force on my shoulders,
I'm begging it to stop.
But I just hold it together,
And keep the smile on my face.
Just hoping that one day,
Someone can take my place.
Help me take that burden off her shoulders,
Look past the barriers and help me get hold of her.
Take my hand and it'll weigh no more,
For our love together, can make us stronger than before.
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 afterall, 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 without 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 newspaper 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 newspaper 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 forever.. 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.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
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