Greetings earthlings

I am a sixteen soon to be seventeen year old girl who will be starting juinor year next week. I am obsessed with bones. It finally occured to me a while ago how much I read, not just books but fanfic. Think about it, how often do you visit this site. (probably quite a bit if you get around to reading the profiles.) If your like me;

You check for new stories more then twice a day.

Your TV time has dwindled do to your computer time.

You have nothing to do so you check fanfic before seeing if theres anything good on TV.

You've stayed up way too late into the night reading on one to many ocasions.

Your family can tell when your reading fanfic, cause when you answer the phone they can tell you don't want to talk to them.

You laughed at your computer screen when you read this;

"When you were dead…when you were pretending to be dead, I mean…Sweets…Sweets didn't tell me you were still alive because it was a security issue. He didn't tell me because he wanted to see how I would react. He was experimenting on me."

If it were possible to hear a volcano of rage erupting inside a man, Booth and Bones would have been kicked out of their new neighborhood right that second.

"Don't try to stop me, I'm going to kill him." Booth was already halfway out the door, jacket up one arm, car keys in hand.

"You can't kill Sweets!"

"WHY NOT?"

"Because you'll get arrested."

"You're rich. You have good lawyers. You'll get me off."

"That's implied dirty talk!" she said, desperate to distract him.

"I have learned to compartmentalize, Bones. Not even THAT is going to keep me from beating him to death with my bare hands."

"I am asking you, as a personal favor to your sex partner, please do NOT kill Sweets. Please."

He stopped. He was breathing very hard, he was fantasizing about pounding Sweets' head into the pavement and breaking off those stupid rabbit teeth of his, but at least he stopped.

"Everything that has ever gone wrong in our lives is because of Sweets, you know that?"

"It would appear so, yes."

She persuaded him to come with her to their living room and he did and she persuaded him to sit on their couch and he sat.

"Why didn't you kill him?"

"At the time, you mean?"

"Yes. I swear, If I'd known why, I would not have arrested you. I'd have helped you frame the patsy of your choice."

"Because even though psychology is a soft science, it's a science, and Sweets is a scientist and he does experiments."

"Has he experimented on me?"

"Probably."

"I am going to kill him."

"No you aren't."

"I'm going to ask Max to kill him. He'll do it."

"I forbid you to ask my father to kill your psychiatrist."

This was written by va32hShe writes amazing stuff. completely believable story lines were she keeps the characters in character. Finding a new chapter posted always makes me smile like a dork.

If you're doing these things, think about how much literature you're covering. If all these storys we're reading were converted into binded books, our houses would be full. Hall ways would be lined with rows upon rows of case fics. The children would eat at a dining room table made out of stacks of books with a peice of glass covering the top. The smut fics we keep hidden in our closets would crush us to death when we open the door.

And think of all the talent out there. We're not just reading to support our own obsesive needs, we're supporting buding authers. If you write your own fics, your, also improving your creative abilitys. Not to menchon improving you spelling and vocabulary skills. You get a mini athropology lession just googling facts for Bones to say.

We're all practically literary professors. Think how much we're expanding our frontal lobes. How am I not getting English credits for this?