Hello ;)

I’m a simple fan of fanfictions.

maybe I’m someday going to write a fanfic, but I’m not sure, it would either be a vampire, an anime/manga, HP or Sherlock fanfic.

Yay, check out my partronus :)
http:///quizzes/16800521/what-is-my-patronus

quotes I love:

”Elizabeth Swann: There will come a moment when you will have a chance to show it. To do the right thing.
Jack Sparrow: I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.”Captain Jack Sparrow

“Captain Jack Sparrow: Have you been there?
Captain Teague: Does this face look like it's been to the fountain of youth?
Captain Jack Sparrow: Depends on the light.

“Will Turner: This is either madness... or brilliance.
Jack Sparrow: It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide.

"Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new." Einstein
"Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen." Einstein
"The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education."
"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe." Einstein

"there is something rotten in the state of Denmark" Hamlet, Shakespeare
"to be or not to be, that is the question"
"Why is it divine or human? Can't human be divine?" Robert Langdon, The Da Vinchi Code
"Sir Leigh Teabing: Robert! Do I owe you money?
Robert Langdon: Leigh, my friend. Care to open up for an old colleague?
Sir Leigh Teabing: Of course.
[Robert goes to shut the car door]
Sir Leigh Teabing: But first, a test of honor. Three questions.
Robert Langdon: [somewhat annoyed] Fire away!
Sir Leigh Teabing: Your first: shall I serve coffee or tea?
Robert Langdon: Tea, of course.
Sir Leigh Teabing: Excellent! Second: milk or lemon?
Robert Langdon: That would depend on the tea.
Sir Leigh Teabing: Correct! And now the third and most grave of inquiries. In which year did a Harvard sculler outrow an Oxford man at Henley?
Robert Langdon: [reluctantly] Surely such a travesty has never occurred.
Sir Leigh Teabing: Your heart is true. You may pass." The Da Vinchi Code

“Whether or not you believe in God, you must believe this: when we as a species abandon our trust in a power greater than us, we abandon our sense of accountability. Faiths … all faiths … are admonitions that there is something we cannot understand, something to which we are accountable. With faith we are accountable to each other, to ourselves, and to a higher truth. Religion is flawed, but only because man is flawed. The church consists of a brotherhood of imperfect, simple souls wanting only to be a voice of compassion in a world spinning out of control.”
― Dan Brown, Angels and Demons

“Nothing captures human interest more than human tragedy.”
― Dan Brown, Angels and Demons

“You are confused because the Bible describes God as an omnipotent and benevolent deity…Omnipotent-benevolent simply means that God is all-powerful and well-meaning.”
I understand the concept. It’s just…there seems to be a contradiction.”
Yes. The contradiction is pain. Man’s starvation, war, sickness…”
Exactly!” Chartrand knew the camerlengo would understand. “Terrible things happen in this world. Human tragedy seems like proof that God could not possibly be both all-powerful and well-meaning. If He loves us and has the power to change our situation, He would prevent our pain, wouldn’t He?”
The Camerlengo frowned. “Would He?”
Chartrand felt uneasy. Had he overstepped his bounds? Was this one of those religious questions you just didn’t ask? “Well…if God loves us, and He can protect us, He would have to. It seems He is either omnipotent and uncaring, or benevolent and powerless to help.”
Do you have children, Lieutenant?”
Chartrand flushed. “No, signore.”
Imagine you had an eight-year-old son…would you love him?”
Of course.”
Would you let him skateboard?”
Chartrand did a double take. The camerlengo always seemed oddly “in touch” for a clergyman. “Yeah, I guess,” Chartrand said. “Sure, I’d let him skateboard, but I’d tell him to be careful.”
So as this child’s father, you would give him some basic, good advice and then let him go off and make his own mistakes?”
I wouldn’t run behind him and mollycoddle him if that’s what you mean.”
But what if he fell and skinned his knee?”
He would learn to be more careful.”
The camerlengo smiled. “So although you have the power to interfere and prevent your child’s pain, you would choose to show your love by letting him learn his own lessons?”
Of course. Pain is part of growing up. It’s how we learn.”
The camerlengo nodded. “Exactly.”
― Dan Brown, Angels and Demons

“Science tells me God must exist. My mind tells me I will never understand God. And my heart tells me I am not meant to.”
― Dan Brown, Angels and Demons
“Each of us is now electronically connected to the globe, and yet we feel utterly

YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF...

You talk to yourself a lot. (Alot meaning all the time...)

You talk to yourself about talking to yourself. (ie 'Why do I constantly ask my self random things?')

When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. (ie 'Have you ever noticed that deliver could mean someone's liver?')

After uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand with awe and say, "Wow,this stuff is great for sugar highs...'

You live off of sugar and caffeine (the two greatest things ever discovered!)

You'll check your e-mail every day of the week and then disappear off the face of the earth.

You're e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.

When replying to an e-mail, you'll never actually address the point of it.

You tend to collect Big Sticks off the ground like picking pennies off the ground.

No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.

The letters on your keyboard are wearing off.

Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.

People think you have A.D.D.

You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.

You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.

You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason

Your friends stopped looking at you funny for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.

And FINALLY, the one way to tell if you're a good writer: You failed English 101.

(copy that into you're profile if you fit one or more of these descriptions)

For me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you just what you find so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour long sob-fest, then start singing and dancing when your favorite song plays. Crazy is when you do or say a totally random thing, like "do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" or start having a thumbwar with yourself. So if you're crazy, copy this onto your profile.

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