HEY my name is Meg (not short for megan, won't tell you full name 'cause its stupid) So hey this is my fanfic acount! Um right now I am using this account to read fanfic, but I eventually plan to write some storys! I've been having some serious writters block lately! ya I know, it sucks rocks! just in a creative slump! but I read fanfic because I know that other writters would serously like some feedback! So I never read a chapter without leaving a reveiw, I don't leave flames because, well it doen't exactly make people feel loved! but once I put some storys up feel free to flame me, I won't take offence!:) About me: I am in highscool, I have alot of friends, but I'm only super close with a few of them! I read alot, in fact if I'm not reading I'm probably on the computer, with friends, at church, or doing something thats mandirtory (you know, like school, eating, exersising, or peeing I have a very small blatter). I know thats alot of ors, but to be truthful I free read in class, I only go to church once a week, my friends are always bussy with sports, I can eat and read at the same time, I don't exersise alot, and well, peeing doen't take that long. ok I tend to ramble, alot. My to favorite series are Harry Potter and Twilight (can't decide wich I love more) um I also love the Vampire kisses series and I classics are bomb! ya Every one I know thinks I'm Crazy and ADD (wellllllll, there probably right) I have 2 older sissters a Mom and a Dad and my imaginary dog Fitzwilliam( ya, I named my imaginary dog after Mr. Darcy). I talk to my self, alot, infact I think I'm probably my best friend and closest confident. I love talking to people, so p.m. me any time I will litteraly talk to you about ANYTHING wether it is my oppinoin on pudding vs. Jello , or if its a boyfreind/girlfriend problem. I really just want to help. (of coarse I Won't tell you what to do or anything!) Also I'm Christan, but I don't belive that you should shove your belifes down others throghts! oh and I'm veggitarian and tree hugger! Um and also alot of people I know think I can't be serous but I can be when the time is right, I just strongly belive that humor can make alot of bad situations less aquard.: LOVES: Most people;), reading, Harry potter, Twilight, getting to know people, music (I'm a music addict), being silly, hangin' with friends, writing, animals, the planet earth, rain, alot of other stuff;) HATES: People who use other people, compulsive liers, people who don't give adamn about the enviorment, black snow, Hannah Montana (disgracing the state of Montana), wanna-be-emos, and of coarse, broccolli(it looks like a little green tree, witch looks cool, but tastes awfull!! DESCRIPTION: 5'3" my friend describres my eyes as burnt honey colour (Ya know idea what that means, but there like light brown almost gold), hair falls slightly past shoulders natraly really wavy, sometimes curly, but I ussaually streighten it, um well I'm not what you would call fat, but I'm not redicoulously tiny. Um am I pretty? I don't think so but my friends do, and they slap me everytime I call myself ugly (hopefully none of them read this!) Oh and I'm a girl pesonality: I don't know, I'm pretty bipolar, my sister says I have multipul personality disorder, my friends mom told me she thinks I can't stay on task because my IQ is so high that I figure things out to quikly then get bored really fast (I think she's crazy), I have my fair share of blond moments:). I'm ussualy pretty silly around people I don't know to well, I'm kinda shy around people over 40, and I tend to make fun of people (including my self) alot. But those people shouldn't be to offended, because I only mock those I luv:) in a friend way, not a creepy, aquard, or icky way!! um I'm ussualy pretty nice, unless you mess with one of my friends, because I tend to stand up for friends more than I stand up for myself!! I'm not a girly girl, but I'm not a Tomboy. I realy like to look nice and put together and pretty, and I love fashin, but I'm comforatable in sweatpants and a T-shirt too. I'm not Boy obsessed, but that doesn't mean I can't admire there looks, or flirt a little bit right;) well at least when I'm single anyways (flirting with a guy when you have a boy friend isn't the best idia:). XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO Friends FRIENDS: Lend you their umbrella FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink. FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa. FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail. FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry. FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number. FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back. FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you. FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing. FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door. FRIENDS: ASK YOU TO RIGHT DOWN YOUR NUMBER FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone. FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college. (aka: drinking buddies) FRIENDS:Will confort you when the guy rejects you FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO This is so true. Color doesn't define people, but how they act does. A black man walks into a cafe one early morning and noticed that he was the only black man there. As he sat down, he noticed a white man behind him. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO Daddy's Poem: Her hair was up in a ponytail, her favorite dress tied with a bow, Today was Daddy's Day at school and she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home, Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. But she was not afraid, she knew just what to say, What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone, And that was why, once again, she tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all, About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls. There were daddy's along the wall in back for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, Anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called, a student from the class, To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare, Each of them was searching, a man who wasn't their. "Where's her daddy at?" She heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one." another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her mom, And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, she slowly began to speak, And out of the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. "My daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away, But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know, All about my daddy, and how he loves me so. He loved to tell me storys, he taught me to ride my bike, He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to sahre fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone, And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. 'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart, I know because he told me he'll forever be in my heart."with that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest, Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress. And somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears, Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love, of a man not in her life, Doing what was best for her, doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd, She finished with a voice so soft, but it's message clear and loud. "I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star, And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far. You see he is a Marine, and died just this past year, When a roadside bomb hit his convoy, and taught Canadians to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away," And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise, A room full of daddy's and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside, Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him by her side. "I know your with my daddy,"to the silence she called out, And what happened next, made believers out of those once filled with doubt. Not one of them could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed, But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrent, long-stemmed, pink rose. And a child was blessed for only a moment, by the love of her shining star, And given the gift of believing that heaven is never to far. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them,a day to love them, but then an entire lifetime to forget them. Send this to people you'll never forget. Copy and Paste. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXXOXOXXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX America's Intelligence: On Sears hairdryer: On a bag of Fritos: On a bar of Dial soap: On some Swann frozen dinners: On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert: (printed on bottom of the box) On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding: On packaging for a Rowenta iron: On Boot's Children's cough medicine: On Nytol sleep aid: On a Korean kitchen knife: On a string of Christmas lights: On a food processor: On Sainsbury's peanuts: On an American Airlines packet of nuts: On a Swedish chainsaw: On a child's Superman costume: XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX |
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