Who want's great books?! I do! I'm DD coming to you with great stories full of laughter, love, adventure, and more! So if you love any of these things, be sure to type in my pen name (Rocker3000 is on FIRE) and you'll get the books of your dreams!

Anyway, time for me to explain some things to you about me!

Age: I do not, and repeat do not give out private information, at all. But you should know I'm D'GIRL!!!

Favorite color: Green.

Favorite movie: I'm into series stuff like Twilight, The Hunger Games, The Divergent Series, The Mortal Instruments, that kind of thing. But they have to be out of this world in order for me to really like. (One is not a movie but I have high hopes that it will be so I can be like 'I TOLD YOU SO' and leave the name up here.)

Favorite TV show: I like the Vampire Diaries, Kyle xy, Nikita, Dollhouse, Teen Wolf, things of that nature. They're very suspenseful and awesome shows!

Favorite music: I guess you could say I'm more in to rock, considering my favorite band is Paramore and I also like Fall out Boy and Panic at the Disco.

Favorite artists: PARAMORE!

Favorite Authors: Suzanne Collins, Stephine Meyer, Veronica Roth

Favorite actress: Jennifer Lawrence and Kristen Stewart (she's back on here. I don't care what she did she's still a good actress and I can't wait for Breaking Dawn part 2.)

Favorite actor: Josh Hutcherson (I chose him because I had watched one of his movies and it almost made me pee my pants. I might change it if If feel like it. It depends).

Favorite books: Now you must really be kidding me to pick just one, okay?

Favorite food: TACOS!

Favorite Hobbies: I absolutely love drama, I'm a great runner, and I just love books. I'd live in a library if I could. I also love music.

More stuff about me: I made Secretary but the year has passed on and I'm running for President but I'm really scared! Some one help me! And I don't fell like writing anything else because I gotta get ready to do my book. Peace!

P.S. It's so close for me to have been on here for a whole year! How cool is that?

P.S. I am such a better writer than K-on Gal 3000. Don't listen to a thing she says. But still read her books because shes okay.

Hope that my first book ever written on fanfiction.net (chapter one) will come out really, really soon. Check out The Z life right now.

Sorry! The Z life is on hold for now but will hopefully come out soon.

Yeah! Olympics! Hosted at my hometown even though I live in America now, but it's still awesome! I so loved the opening! *sigh* I miss London so much!

SIGNS YOU'RE AN AUTHOR

You would rather talk to the voices in your head than the person sitting next to you. (Not really.)

You know the research librarian’s office, cell, and home phone numbers but can’t remember your own. (If I had a phone then maybe.)

Some of the letters on your keyboard are completely worn off. (Yes, and I'm not kidding. The cover for my E has fallen out.)

You would rather write than go out. (So true. I guess cuz there's nothing to do.)

Your/you’re and their/there/they’re errors send you into an apoplectic fit. (Yeah, maybe not that high but something like it.)

You get cranky if you don’t get to write. (I get cranky at a lot of things. That's just one of them.)

You’ve ever said, “The voices are getting louder; I must go write.” ("I must go write" yes. "The voices are getting louder"... I'm not really sure.)

When talking with others, you mentally edit their dialogue and compose tags and beats. (All the time.)

You’ve heard/seen something and thought, I need to write that down. (Yep, yep, and yep.)

You’ve ever written a scene, outline, synopsis, or character sketch on a restaurant napkin . . . and it wasn’t a paper napkin. (I think that happened once.)

You wake up in the middle of the night and scrabble for the pen and paper you keep next to your bed to write down a scene to make the voices be quiet so you can get some sleep. (To lazy to get up but I write it in the morning.)

You end an argument with your spouse by saying, “Oh, wait, I have to write this down–this is the perfect conflict for my characters! Now, repeat what you just yelled.” (Yes, I do.)

Getting the scene finished is more important than food, coffee, or the bathroom. (Food is too important to do anything like that.)

You have a momentary reality lapse and mention your characters’ situation as a prayer request in Sunday school. (Only once has that happened.)

A blank wall becomes the screen where the scene you’re writing takes place right in front of your eyes. (I'm the daydreamer alright.)

The easiest way for you to deal with conflict is to go home and write it into your story. (Or diary, but don't tell anyone.)

You have filed and cross-referenced every issue of The Writer and Writer’s Digest you’ve ever received. (Don't do that, sorry.)

You purposely eavesdrop when out in public. (Sometimes, sorry bout that.)

At parties, your method of making conversation is to discover people in the room with interesting occupations (preferably your hero’s or heroine’s) so you can conduct research. (I have no idea what they just said.)

You listen to the writer’s commentary on every DVD so that you can analyze his/her writing process. (I'm sorry but that sounds boring.)

You have a favorite line from every movie you’ve seen. (Have you heard of, "Who's up for an adventure" in Journey 2? Classic!)

You can’t write because you’re mad at one of your characters. (Yeah, like Butch!

Butch: Hey!)

You argue with said character. (Butch, again.

Butch: Hey, again also!)

You have a folder on your computer labeled “Ideas.” Some of the files within this folder have only one or two words or sentences and while they made perfect sense fifteen years ago, between the software changes in that period of time garbling half the words and your own faulty memory, you have no idea what it means or where you were going with it. But you keep it anyway because you never know, you might remember it eventually. (I can't say 15 years ago but I can say 3.)

You drive three hours to a city where you don’t know anyone, spend another three hours driving around the city, then drive three hours home and decide NOT to set your story there. (Happens but I'm not the one driving. It's not legal.)

kissing is healthy.

bananas are good for period pain.

it's good to cry.

chicken soup actually makes you feel better.

94 percent of boys would love it if you sent them flowers.

lying is actually unhealthy.

you really only need to apply mascara to your top lashes.

it's actually true, boys DO insult you when they like you.

89 percent of guys want YOU to make the first move.

it's impossible to apply mascara with your mouth closed.

chocolate will make you feel better.

most boys think it's cute when you say the wrong thing.

a good friend never judges.

a good foundation will hide all hickeys... not that you have any.

boys aren't worth your tears.

we all love surprises.

Now... make a wish.

Wish REALLY hard!!

WISH WISH WISH WISH

Your wish has just been recieved.

Copy and Paste this into your profile in the next 15 minutes and...

Your wish will be granted.

(DON'T JUDGE ME! I really want my wish to come true! It's all I want ya know?)

A 15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son.

People call her a slut, no one knows she was raped at 13.

People call another Guy fat.

No one knows he has a serious disease causing him to be overweight .

People call an old man ugly.

No one knew he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war.

People call a women bald

but they don't know she has cancer

Re-post this if you are against bullying and stereotyping. I bet 95% of you won't do it

(Hey! I'm against it! I don't want anyone thinking that I'm not and I don't want to be that 95%. Come on, prove this person wrong and show them that you're all against it. Do it for TACOS.)

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says, ‘If you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven.’

(I want to go to Heaven, like REALLY bad. If I end up in any other dimension I'll be really sad and just... I don't know. Just just.)

POEM ON CHILD ABUSE! PLZ PASS IT ON!

My name is Tiffany

I am three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong

I can't speak at all

Or else im locked up

All day long.

When im awake im all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe ill just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to the door

He's already locked it

And i start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken,

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much to late

His face has been twisted

Into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

O please God, have mercy!

O please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

While i lay there motionless

Brawled on the floor

My name is tiffany

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me

And you can help

Sickens me top the soul,

And if you read this

and don't pass it on

I pray for your forgiveness

Because you would have to be

One heartless person

To not be effected

By this Poem

And because you are effected,

Do something about it!

So all i ask you to do

Is pass this on!

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE

On with it!

((Why do people have to be so cruel

to do what they do?

Do they have no heart

Or have they just not learned the work of art?

Of God's creations

And all relations,

why can't people understand,

that killing a three year old was never part of the plan?))

(Nice poem I made huh? But it's so sad, the violence in this world. If only they knew how much it hurt.)

Copy and Paste this if you are against racism:

The white man said "Coloured people aren't allowed in here.

"The black man turned around and looked at the white man.

Then he said..."Listen sir...When I'm born I'm BLACK,"

"When I grew up I was BLACK,"

"When I'm sick I'm BLACK,"

"When I go in the sun I'm BLACK,"

"When I'm cold I'm BLACK,"

"And when I die I'll be BLACK,"

"But you sir...When you were born you were PINK,"

"When you grew up you were WHITE,"

"When you're sick you're GREEN,"

"When you're in the sun you go RED,"

"When you're cold you're BLUE,"

"And when you die you'll be PURPLE,"

"And you have the nerve to call me coloured?"

"The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away.

(Now that's REAL TALK! High five my man!)

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

(The heart wants what the heart wants, and what the heart wants is what it gets. Now, I'm going to disappear again and go cry in my bedroom. See ya next week.)