Hi there! Here is some info about me:

Name: Starts with a J and has 7 letters.

Nickname:Turtle

Age: 13448765898768758 =)

Gen: Female

Okay, now on to my favorite things!

1: Fanfiction! I love this website 'cause I love to read! And write!

2: Turtles. I love turtles.

3:BEYBLADE ( no need for an explanation)

4:Fullmetal Alchemist: It's bloody, funny and haven't you ever wanted to create somthing out of something else? I mean I would turn my homework to turtle statues.

5:Teen Titans/Young justice: Okay I like them. I really do. But you gotta admit Nightwing is pretty smexy.

And least favorite ...

5: rainbow loom bracelets: I belive that someday they will turn into a scary monster and eat us all. people who wear them get their energy taken to fuel this terrible monster. WE MUST STOP THIS NOW!

4:Homework. No, Just, NO

3:Cats: Im allergic to them and I have a scar where one scratched me.

2: Angie: My little sister is the DEVIL.

1: Karaoke: I still have nightmares

YOUR GUY SIDE:

You love hoodies.

You love jeans.

Dogs are better than cats.

It's hilarious when people get hurt. (That's why I watch AFV. People get hurt.)

You've played with/against boys on a team.( Too many times to count)

Shopping is torture.( My mom loves shopping XP)

Sad movies suck.

You own/ed an X-Box.

Played with Hotwheel cars as a kid.( Still have them)

At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter. ( still do)

You own/ed a DS, PS2 or Sega.

You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.

You watch sports on TV.

Gory movies are cool

You go to your dad for advice.

You own like a trillion baseball caps.

You like going to high school football games.

You used to/do collect football/baseball cards.

Baggy pants are cool to wear.

It's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people. (I just play Pokemon while the girls gossipand paint their nails.)

Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.

You love to go crazy and not care what people think.

Sports are fun

Talk with food in your mouth.

Sleep with your socks on at night

YOUR GIRL SIDE:

You wear lip gloss/stick.

Cats are better than dogs.

You love to shop.

You wear eyeliner.

You wear the color pink.

Go to your mom for advice

You consider cheerleading a sport.

You hate wearing the color black.

You like hanging out at the mall.

You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.

You like wearing jewelry.

Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.

Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.

You don't like the movie Star Wars.

You were in gymnastics/dance.

It takes you around/ more than one hour to shower, get dressed, and put on make-up.

You smile a lot more than you should.

You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.( Only have 1 pair of sneakers)

You care about what you look like.

You like wearing dresses when you can.

You like wearing body spray/perfume/cologne.

You love the movies.

Used to play with dolls as little kid.

Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy/joke of it.

Like being the star of everything.

Considering i'm female this is kind of sad.

I am not that girl, The one that is super popular. The one that is rich. The one obsessed with Twilight. The one that will lie to get her way. The one that doesn't care about your feelings. The one that wears her Team Edward or Team Jacob shirt proudly. The one that has a new boyfriend every week. The one that hates her life because she wears size-two jeans. The one that would cry over a boy. The one that loves Justin Bieber. The one that will give up because she broke a nail. The one that started wearing makeup at nine years old.

BUT

I am that girl, The one who likes books more than boys. The one who pretends not to be sad, just to make others happy. The one who reads and writes to escape. The one who just wants to help. The one that really wants to make a difference. The one that sticks to her values. The one that doesn't look at race or homosexuality. The one that cries when she feels alone and helpless; it only shows she's strong. The one that knows she's beautiful, no matter what others say. The one that refuses to believe that this is it. The one that doesn't care if she eats too many cinnamon buns...they taste good. The one that people like, because she's crazy. The one that doesn't care if she looks like a retard, because if looking like a retard is what it takes, go for it. The one that will do anything to make a better tomorrow. The one who won't give in. The one who won't give up.

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cried post this in your profile.

Things to do at Walmart...

1. Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.

2. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest rooms.

3. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone, 'Code 3' in housewares and see what happens.

4. Go the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on lay away.

5. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.

6. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you'll invite them in if they'll bring in pillows from
the bedding department.

7. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'

8. Look right into the security camera; use it as a mirror, and pick your nose.

9. While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti- depressants are.

10. Dart around the store suspiciously loudly humming the Mission Impossible theme.

11. Hide in a clothing rack; when people browse through, say PICK ME!

12. When an announcement comes over the loudspeaker, assume the fetal position and scream "NO! NO! It's those
voices again!! "

13. Go into a fitting room and shut the door and wait a while; and then yell, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in
here!

One early morning and noticed that he was the only black man there. As he sat down, he noticed a white man
behind him.
The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"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 yet you have the nerve to call me colored?"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
Help stop racism.

My name is Sarah

I am but 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 speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for 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 too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor

My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

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 without 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 newspaper 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 newspaper 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 forever.. 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.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

OC QUIZ

Rules: 1. You must choose only ONE of your OCs. Do it again if you wanna use another OC.

2. Your OC must answer every question as truthfully as possible.

3. Title the journal as "OC's Quiz"

4. When you're done, tag as many people as you want.

5. Have fun!!

1A: Hi! What's your real name and nickname?

Arty: Mitsuki Sakura, call me Artemis Sakura instead.

2A: What's your gender?

Arty: Female, idiot.

3A: Interesting... What's your current age?

Arty: A year older than Zero and friends

4A: Uh huh. What's your favorite food?

Arty: Cookies. I love cookies.

5A: And your favorite drink?

Arty: Hot Chocolate!

6A: Confession time! Who's your crush/lover?

Arty: Kakeru...

7A: Aww! Have you two kissed yet?

Arty: Maybe...

8A: Classic question! What's your favorite color?

Arty: Silver, duh?!?

9A: Who's your favorite author?

Arty: Chidsengan, or siderisn

10A: Now what's your biggest fear?

Arty: The Potatoes -shivers-

11A:- stifles a giggle- I'm not laughing. -bursts out laughing- Sorry. Have an embarrassing experience in your past?

Arty: Plenty.

12A: Any Siblings?

Arty: Two. One died in childbirth and the other in a fire.

13A: Almost, it's only twenty questions. Who's your hero?

Arty: My brother who died in a fire.

14A: Okay, who is your worst enemy?

Arty: My brother's girlfriend.

15A: What would you do if your hero and your worst enemy got together?

Arty: They were together...

16A: Interesting... What would you do if you met your creator?

Arty: We would throw bombs on the ground as we fly through the air, which reminds me we're doing that today *smiles a little creepily*

17A: Okay, I'll contact her right now. Done! Now, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Arty: A member of the FBI. But I already am...

18A: What's your worst nightmare?

Arty: Being completely controlled by my dark power.

19A: What's your lifelong dream?

Arty: To build Hogwarts.

20A: What would you do if your lifelong dream came true?

Arty: Find out a way to use magic and teach it to everyone.

21A: Okay, where's your favorite place to relax?

Arty: In a place cold, dark, and has a hot tub.

22A: Favourite music?

Arty: I like anything by Imagine Dragons, I like darker songs.

23A: Do you have any friends?

Arty: Hoshimi, Kakeru, Ren, Mimi, And some more. Mimi was my childhood friend.

24A: Last question! What do you spend most of your time doing?

Arty: Pranking People or eating cookies!!!!!