Author has written 15 stories for Robin, Nightwing, Teen Titans, and Hunger Games.
NAME: Cross your heart hope to die, and i still won't tell you.
AGE: You probably don't care anyways, so I'll pass on telling you.
HEIGHT: I'll go find a tape measure and get back to you.
WEIGHT: I Don't own a scale, so..no comment.
GENDER: Now, that's a question I'll answer...when I'm dead.
HAIR COLOR: When i look in the mirror i see it, but you don't
LIVE: A place where there is air, or I'd die, duh.
GRADE: Information i just simply won't tell you.
EYE COLOR: I may be able to see, but i still don't know.
OTHER CLASSIFIED INFORMATION: There is none, i just wanted to write that.
THINGS ABOUT ME YOU SHOULD KNOW: Is that i write on fan fiction, and you should read and REVIEW my stories. i like getting PM's and i don't mean the PMS. hopefully that will never happen, there now you're not sure what my gender is...
THINGS I HATE: When people don't review my stories. when people don't read my stories. when people don't look at my stories. --now you should just assume i could go on and on, so you stop reading this and leave my page...I HATE THAT TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am a spazz
I break out in song when i feel like singing.
i can't dance.
I always talk with an accent when i order pizza.
i talk with an accent all day if i heard one i liked.
i am super competitive.
i write songs and poems and stories.
If you make fun of me you'll end up seeing stars during the day time.
i love trampolines.
i play the keyboards.
i like to type.
i love peeta m.
i love josh H.
i love chris h.
i love liam h.
i hate JUSTIN BIEBER.
I HATE MILEY CYRUS.
i LOVE TAYLOR S.
I LOVE SELENA G.
Let's just say I'm a happy author...don't ask won't tell.
Oh and I own no rights to anything. Really I own nothing.
OKAY NOW DON'T FREAK OUT. THINGS I'VE SAID, BUT DIDN'T MEAN TOO.
1. "Want a frocha mapochino?" I reversed it, Mocha Capo-chino.
2. "Can i have a polly lop?" actually lolly pop.
3 "Fan fiction." actually Fan fiction. (And yes, i know there is no difference. it was a joke, so laugh, okay?!)
4. I can't yank thou enough." Okay, do i have to tell you? Thank you?! wha:(
5. "Now this ain't my tup of cea." in stead of "This ain't my cup of tea." :p
I'll think of more I've said soon...haha:)
FUNNY THINGS MY LITTLE BABY BROTHER SAID.
1. I almost said the hell-word.
2. Holy crap-i mean-unholy crap.
...to be continued. ...just wait, I'll remember them all..
FUNNY THINGS TO DO IN AN ELEVATOR
When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.
Say "Ding" on every floor.
Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.
Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.
Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your on.
Hold the doors open and say your waiting for a friend. After a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"
Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!"
Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.
Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they have an apointment.
Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.
Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.
Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.
Ask, "Did you feel that?"
Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.
When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay, don't panic, they open again!"
Swat at flies that don't exist.
Tell people that you can see their aura.
Call out, "Group Hug!"and then enforce it.
Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, "Shut up, all of you, just shut up!"
Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?"
Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.
Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, "Your one of THEM!" and back away slowly.
Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers.
Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.
Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce, "I have new socks on".
Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passnegers, "This is MY personal space!"
I FOUND THIS AT Prettyfangirl's profile, ANDI JUST LOVED IT> IF YOU LIKE MY STORIES READ THIS!!!
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. PrettyFanGirl, Truth Be Told 13, DEFiiANCE, Angel of Apathy, Vic Taylor, Erma Buckles, butterfly1415, NotEverJulietNeedsARomeo (got this from fictionpress.net), Kisara the BlueEyesWhiteDragon, talkstoangels77, The Darken Soul, MarieTheManiac, Leonardo's Adriene, Peeta'sBatman.
You remember watching -Doug -Ren & Stimpy -Pinky and the Brain -AAAAAAAH Real Monsters! -Rockos modern Life. -Animaniacs -Gargoyles
Way back. Before we realized all this would eventually disappear. Post this in your bulletin if you remember these days . . .
Found this on a friend's profile! Had to share it! The story is true amazingly!
A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer then planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he was waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley way just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she can identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man have been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they can do for her. She asked if they can ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. 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?