Ummm...

I got this account because one of my friends had posted something on here, not intending to really get involved, but then I was bored at my dads and since the only internet we have is a dial up I had to go somewhere that could entertain me for a long period of time without having to load much complicated stuff...

SOOOO, I started reading some fanfics, and enough of them were so brilliant that I just had to keep going. Now I find myself getting more and more involved. Not that it is necessarily a good thing. I have enough to be getting on with. But I'm an entertainment junkie, and I really can't stop.

As of right now I've only gotten involved in the One Piece fanfics because if I get many more I'm just going to end up spending even more time on the computer than I already do, and I know the One Piece world best of almost any world.

I finally dissuaded myself into staring a fan fiction. Like I don't have enough to do. AH, well. Read it and see if you like it.

I love random PM's so long as they aren't rude. I love talking to people, and it seems that no one is ever talking to me. If I randomly PM you and it bothers you just let me know and I won't do it again.

Wait, I'm supposed to be telling you a little about me, aren't I? Well, let me think... High School Student, Beginner in Kung Fu, Random Crazy Person.

Yup! That about sums it up!

I'm an avid reader, and with the spare time I find myself with in high school I usually go through anywhere between 1-4 books a week, depending on size and interest level. My record? A 600 page book from Thursday morning to Friday just after school. That equals about a page a minute. I was proud.

I'm a writer, and people tell me I'm pretty good. I'd like to write for a living, but at the moment I am lacking the motivation to write more on the story that I am most of the way through. THAT is what I really should be writing on...

I have to add this because I so strongly agree with what it says. Perhaps this says more about me than what I have been able to tell you before.

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense,who has been with us for many years.No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

And this just makes me laugh, becuase I do all but two of these all the time!

How to Tell if You're a Writer

-If you talk to yourself.
-If you talk to yourself about talking to yourself (i.e. "I wonder why I talk to myself so much?")
-If, when you talk to yourself, you sometimes speak as if talking to another person (i.e. "Okay, so have you ever noticed that the word ‘deliver’ could mean removing someone’s liver?’")
-If, after uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand in awe and say, "Wow, this is good stuff for sugar highs!"
-If you live off of sugar and caffeine.
-If people start to notice that you tend to check your e-mail every day for a week, then suddenly disappear off the face of the planet.
-If your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.
-If, when replying to someone else’s e-mail, you are sometimes so random that you fail to address the original message altogether.
-If you tend to collect the Bic Stics people leave lying around, kind of like picking pennies off the ground.
-If, no matter where you are in your room, you never have to so much as get up to reach a pen/pencil and paper.
-If people think you might have A.D.D.
-If you start constantly talking in third person, past tense.
-If you think about making lists like this, and start giggling for no "apparent" reason.
-If your friends don’t even bother to look funny at you anymore when you start giggling for no apparent reason.

If you really read my entire profile I am very proud of you.