OKAY IM BAKC

and I am running a fucking mock trying to find out wth happened to Hourglass by Bronzehairedgirl620. I assume she went forward and published it??? I'm fricken drying here someone help plz

Hello world.

If you're looking for a name to call me, call me "Miss" or something, I'm not picky.

Well, I'm in high school, I usually keep to myself, I enjoy writing and reading... obviously.

I now have a poem on my fictionpress profile, it's called "The Simple Life." I have the same penname and everything.

Have fun on my profile... Or visit YouTube and seach for funny cats... I love doing that. The fluffy creatures are hilarious!

December 1, 2011

Hm. Wondering if I should actually put something I'm pround of on here... I deleted my little Twilight poem from this. I was never proud of it... and after a while I had realized that I left out the word "it" in one of the lines. That irratated me. Click. Delete. Move on. Thank you to the one person who reveiwed it. You will be remembered as my first reveiwer. :) What a nice thought...

Anyway... maybe I'm just going to begin to just manage my favorite stories... No writing. Just Manage. Maybe. We'll see. I really should focus on my grades though... I want to try to get straight A's this year... Maybe one day I will have gained enough motivation and inspiration to come back and actually write something. I want to try again soon.

I'll be dropping in every once in a while. Typing in an update when wanted... If anyone is actually reading this, PM me. I get bored. Either that or I'm just filling up an empty gap of cyber nothingness and I'm talking to a figment of my overused imagination... Ugh.

Talk to you soon, my cyber gap...

December 5, 2011

This update has come quicker than I expected. Hello, cyber gap! All is well I assume...

I decided to update my profile due to excessive boredom... I just finished my Spanish homework and I am looking to fill up some empty time. Maybe I should start a blog? Gosh... maybe I need to start writing in a journal or something... I'm totally lying. I wouldn't be able to keep up with it.

So... I haven't gotten any Private Messages and that thought is feeding the fact that no one is reading this. Oh well... But if someone is reading this, do you think you could maybe PM me? I get so bored and I really need something for me to look forward to. If not, I understand I guess. you guys have lives too. I'm not trying to guilt you into talking to me either, do what you want but I guess it would be nice to know someone is actually reading what I put out into cyber space... I don't want to make it seem that I'm just someone so desperate for any kind of human contact that I'm actually turing to the internet for help... I just get, well... not lonley and not desperate... something inbetween. I don't know. Gah! Enough psycho babble!

Let me gather my ridiculous scattered thoughts...

See you soon, my cyber gap...

January 5, 2012

Happy New Year everyone! I hope everyone had a fantastic year... If not, let's make 2012 pretty friggin' fantastic (not to seem too optimistic).

Well, my thoughts are still scattered, as always. BUT, I have made the decision to just write here, that's it. If you read this, great! If not, then... That's fine. Read what you want and message me as you may. Problem solved. :)

Well, I was just checking in... I hope all is well with all!

I will talk to you soon, my cyber gap...

April 21, 2012

Why, hello there. I haven't had any traffic stats at all on here. Not that I'm surprised. I'm not sure if I should even talk on here as if somebody is actually reading anymore... Nah, it's nice to talk like this. :)

I should seriously start a blog or something. I have too many urges to write about what's going on. .-.

ANYWAY... Not too much has happened other than I went to the fair yesterday and I saw Chronicle today! Not a bad movie at all, I actually really liked it. It was neat. :)

I have writers block, sorry.

Talk to you soon, cyber gap! :)

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."

The black man turned around and stood up.

He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was 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, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"

The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away... Post this on your profile if you hate racism

A Minnesota couple decided to vacation to Florida during the winter. They planned to stay at the very same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So, the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday. His wife would fly down the following day.

The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an e-mail to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her e-mail address, and without realizing his error, he sent the e-mail.

Meanwhile...somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a minister of many years who was called home to glory following a sudden heart attack. The widow decided to check her e-mail, expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she fainted.

The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:

To: My Loving WifeSubject: I've ArrivedDate: 16 May 2003I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send e-mails to your loved ones. I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then! Hope your journey is not as uneventful as mine was.P.S. Sure is hot down here!

There was a blonde who found herself sitting next to a Lawyer on an airplane. The lawyer just kept bugging the blonde wanting her to play a game of intelligence. Finally, the lawyer offered her 10 to 1 odds, and said every time the blonde could not answer one of his questions, she owed him 5, but every time he could not answer hers, he'd give her 50.00. The lawyer figured he could not lose, and the blonde reluctantly accepted.

The lawyer first asked, "What is the distance between the Earth and the nearest star?"

Without saying a word the blonde handed him 5. then the blonde asked, "What goes up a hill with 3 legs and comes back down the hill with 4 legs?"

Well, the lawyer looked puzzled. He took several hours, looking up everything he could on his laptop and even placing numerous air-to-ground phone calls trying to find the answer. Finally, angry and frustrated, he gave up and paid the blonde 50.00

The blonde put the 50 into her purse without comment, but the lawyer insisted, "What is the answer to your question?"

Without saying a word, the blonde handed him 5.

Here's a joke...

there are 3 men who need to get across a lake...

the 1st one prays to God asking for the strength to get across...

he gets big muscles and swims across...

but almost dies 5 times...

the 2nd 1 prays to God for the strength and the tools he needs to get across...

he gets his big muscles and boat and rows across...

but he almost dies 3 times...

the 3rd 1 prays to God, for the strength, tools, and the brains...

he turns into a woman...

walks 4 yards...

and crosses the bridge

One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?"Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white."The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"

A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah".The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?"The little girl replied, "Then you ask him".

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called onme.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it

Her name was AurouraShe was only fiveThis is what happenedWhen she was alive

Her dad was a drunkHer mom was an addictHer parents kept herLocked in an attic

Her only friendwas a little toy bearIt was old and worn outAnd had patches of hair

She always talked to itWhen no one's aroundShe lays there and hugs itNot a peep of sound

Until her parentsunlock the doorSome more and more painShe'll have to endore

A bruise on her legA scar on her faceWhy would she beIn such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bearAnd softly crysShe loves her parentsBut they want her to die

She sits in the cornerQuiet but thinking," God, why? Why isMy life always sinking? "

Such a bad lifeFor a sad little kidShe'd get beaten and beatenFor anything she did

Then one nightHer mom came home highThe poor child was hit and slappedAs hours went by

Then her mom suddenlyGrabbed for a bladeIt was sharp and pointyOne that she made

She thrusted the bladeRight in her chest," You deserve to dieYou worthless pest! "

The mom walked outLeaving the girl slowly dyingShe grabbed her bearAnd again started crying

Police showed upAt the small little houseThey quickly barged inEverything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowlyOpened a doorTo find the sad little girlLying on the floor

It must have been badTo go through so much harmBut at least she diedWith her best friend in her arms

If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile