HI! Thanks for reading this, sorry if it's extremely boring, I am not that exciting of a person. So, my name is not in fact searching, four, or sanity, and I love writing, reading, and a lot of Tv shows. My family thinks I'm crazy, but so do I!

3-28-11

Yo peoples of fanfiction and beyond! Again, sorry for taking so long to update on... everything. You'll Find One is almost finished (my first complete story!!!!!) and if anyone has any suggestions, I'd be happy to hear 'em. I have an ending planned but I'm always opened to ideas. Hopefully, I'll be able to work on another story... I'm thinking Memories or NCIS LA. Though I do have a couple NCIS fics that I need to post, but not until June 1st! OK bye!!!

3-9-11

Hey, so for all of you who are mad at me for taking so long to update, I apologize. Hopefully next chapter will be up by this weekend... maybe. My focus is currently on You'll Find One just because Bones hasn't showed an episode in forever and there's a huge response to that story.

Thanks!

Moi --yes I speak French to the extent of saying 'me'. Beat that!--

Name: I would tell you, but that would involve my sanity reappearing and honestly I'm having a lot more fun without it! Or maybe that's just the twelve cookies I ate...!

Age: None of your business! Though I will tell you this, I'm between the ages of -13,484,483 and 10,384,759,857,472,829,494,737,549,694,739,393,748,959,494,848,438

Description: Purple nose, 3D eyes, flaming hair, and 1,000 lamas on my shoulders

Personality: This is a profile! Figure it out!

Favorite Books: HARRY POTTER!!!! Hunger Games, Percy Jackson, Gone, Maximum Ride, the Pendragon series, Red Pyramaid

Favorite Tv Shows: NCIS, NCIS LA, Psych, In Plain Sight, Bones, Monk (why must all good things end?), The Mentalist, Merlin, The Finder, Human Target, aaaaaannndddd Buffy the Vampire Slayer!

Favorite Movies: Ocean's 11, Jason Bourne, and Indiana Jones

Favorite Food: Peanut Butter Jelly Mon!

Favorite Animal: Dog

Favorite Sports: Skiing, Snowboarding, and SOFTBALL

Favorite Actor: David Boreanz, Matt Damon, Mark Harmon, and Chris O'Donnell-just 'cause he's awesome and his eyes glow whenever they're in Eagle Nest and it's really cool!

Favorite Actress: Pauley Perrette, plus Bellatrix Lestrange and whoever plays Hetty in NCIS LA-she's just too awesome for words

Random thing I copied off a profile...

YOUR REAL NAME: Nosy, aren't you?

YOUR GANGSTA NAME:(first 3 letters of real name plus izzle): Nosizzle

YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and fav animal): Purple Dog

YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink): Blue Sprite

YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one your pets): Black Sebastian

1. FIRST NAME: None of your beeswax.

2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Me

3. SIBLING NAMES: I don't need them... I drive my parents crazy enough perfectly fine by myself

4. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Today

5. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDS? Kind of depends. If they're doing the dishes: not so much, writing fan fiction though... then they're my best friends!

6. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCHMEAT? Turkey or ham. Guess I'm no vegetarian... and never will be.

7. KIDS? NO!

8. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Nope, not unless I was obsessed with NCIS cause that's all I talk about.

9. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Yes, it's called my dog.

10. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Me? Never. (Sarcastic grin)

11. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? No, the aliens took them.

12. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Yes!!! First I'd have to get past my fear of heights though...

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Raisin Bran... or snowman pancakes.

14. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU REMOVE THEM? I am no time waster

15. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? No, I am a weak cupcake... with sprinkles.

16. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Mud, swamp, cookie dough

17. SHOE SIZE? Anywhere from size -45 to 234

18. RED OR PINK? Red, go Target!

19. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOU? My lack of going to Harry Potter World in Universal Studios... but I'm not bitter.

20. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My friends

21. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO PUT THIS IN THERE PROFILE? Sure, but put your own answers since that'd be kind of creepy...

22. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Blue jeans and who says I wear shoes?

23. LAST THING YOU ATE? A grape, but by the time you read this, I'll have eaten something else.

24. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Music and the wind.

25. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Purple, maybe green. Yeah, green, then I could draw awesome pineapples!

26. FAVORITE SMELL? Pam Cooking Spray...

27. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Ron Weasley... There's a reason I can't hear in my right ear anymore.

29. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? I copied it from someone's profile... so, sure?

30. FAVORITE DRINK? Hot chocolate... even in July.

31. FAVORITE SPORT? SOFTBALL

32. EYE COLOR? No one knows... I'm part basilisk :D

33. HAT SIZE? They have sizes for HATS????? Next you'll tell me there are sizes for shoes too!

34. DO YOU HAVE CONTACTS? I'm calling my handler.

35. FAVORITE FOOD? Marshmellows

36. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? Both. I'm a terrified sucker.

37. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATRE? I forget...

38. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING? My writing t-shirt!!!!

39. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer, it's warm, it's happy, and I go to my favorite places on Earth!

40. HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs, you can give them to anyone, even Gibbs-as long as your name is Abby Scuito.

41. FAVORITE DESSERT? Anything that has sugar, and a couple things that don't... actually I pretty much survive on sugar, and

NCIS, NCIS LA, Psych, In Plain Sight, Bones, Monk (why must all good things end?), Human Target, The Mentalist, Merlin, aaaaaannndddd Buffy the Vampire Slayer!

Top Ten Ways to Know You're An NCIS Freak

1. You Gibbs slap people and enoy it immensely ( Mwa ha ha ha ha)

2. If someone calls you between 8 and 10 o'clock on Tuesday night, you yell at them ( What's wrong with you? It's NCIS!!!)

3. Your friends who don't even watch NCIS laugh when you start having a banjo contest, minus the banjos ( Great episode...)

4. You actually get number 3 ( Go NCIS!)

5. You have seen every single episode ever made ( Whoever made put NCIS on DVD is a genius!)

6. You have an alarm set for eight o'clock ( GO! To the couch!)

8. You refuse to drink tea because coffee is way better ( Sorry Hetty.)

9. You are so interested in this list you didn't notice the lack of a number 7 ( Put out a B.O.L.O!)

7. You're so observant that you did notice the missing seven ( Gut feeling, or is this an overused trick?)

10. You're smart enough to notice that there is a number 7, just not where you think it would be ( Got a hit!)

11. You Gibbs slap yourself when you don't ( Ow!)

The star of the football team
has a blind dad
who always comes to his games,
even though he can't see him play.
One day, the dad gets sick and dies
before the night of his son's big game.
The team is expecting him to slack off,
mourning the death of his father.
But he played the best game he EVER had,
making the winning touchdown
and many amazing plays.
The couch is amazed, so he asked,
"How did you play so well even after your father has passed?
The boy stares right at him, and says
"This is the first time he has ever seen me play."

THIS IS HILARIOUS!!!

When people ask me if I've seen Twilight, I say, "Yeah, several times!" They ask if I've READ it, and I say, "You know, I've heard there's a book but I didn't think they were connected. I should look into it, I LOVE Twilight!" When they say they love it too, I start talking about it. "I mean, the way Kate dies at the end? TOTALLY shocking. And so sad! Getting killed mid-sentence like that... And the look on Tony's face-" When they cut me off and ask what Twilight I'm talking about, I say "The NCIS season two finale of course! What Twilight are YOU talking about? Oh, that series with sparkly vampires, right? You know, Tony has a fear of vampires..." Copy and paste this into your profile if your Twilight came out in 2005!

One of those character things...

Top ten favorite characters:

1. Gibbs

2. Abby

3. G Callen

4. Dinozzo

5. Ziva

6. Booth

7. Bones

8. Zack

9. Hetty

10. Giles

1. If One caught three listening to a base ball game during work hours, what would they do?

Gibbs catching G listening to baseball? I was unaware Callen liked baseball... but the obvious answer is a head slap.

2. What would happen if ten and five ended up in a car crash together?

Well, Ziva would have been driving, Giles would be blaming her, a vampire would show up, Ziva would kill them with her ninja skills, and Gibbs would eventually show up and demand what they were doing in a car together in the first place.

3. What would eight think of you if they met you?

He would probably think I'm horribly irrational, stupid, and overall a very confusing person. I would be going nuts of course...

4. What would you do if three, nine, and four were waiting for you at your house one day?

I'd probably demand who died in the Navy and what that has to do with me.

5. If the world was about to explode what would two yell?

She would be too busy solving a case with her music to notice and if she did, it wouldn't matter since Gibbs would have already saved us.

6. Why would three go into a depression?

He found out his name, and it wasn't pretty.

7. If five arrested you, what would you say?

Nothing. I'd plead the fifth.

8. Think of a good story title for eight killing six.

Zack killing Booth? 'Maybe there's a good reason Zack is in an insane asylum...'

9. Why would seven be mad at one?

Gibbs took over Bones' case.

10. Why would all these people work together?

There was a Navy officer from LA killed by a vampire named Zack in a federal park in DC... not a bad fic, I might end up using it...

11. 7 and 8 become your new teachers, what subjects would they teach?

Bones: Anthropolgy

Zack: More Anthropology- this class would be over video cam

12. 2 and 9 get in an arguement, what about?

Abby and Hetty? I can't see them getting into an arguement, but I suppose it would probably be over who would win 'Gibbs or Callen?' Or something about McGee and Eric...

13. 4 attacks 7, why?

Dinozzo attacking Brennan? Possibly Brennan attacked Ziva for whatever reason, and Tony steps in.

14. 6 and 3 are following you, what do you do?

Booth and Callen, following moi? Hmmm... I would probably never notice and if I did I would flip and out and start hyperventilating.

15. At 5's funeral what does 8 say?

Zack: You can't hear me, so why am I talking to you?

16. Where would everyone go to relax?

Gibbs' house. There's something for everyone. Including head smacks.

Definition: Best Friend

You see your (insert choice here) in the hall, your

Friend, waves and says hi

Good friend is right beside you walking and laughing

Best friend hides in the crowd until you pass, turns around, and sneaks up on you via jumping on your back and forcing you to give them a piggy back ride to their next class.

You're life is burning up all around you, your

Friend, smiles and offers you a joke as condolence

Good friend, gives you advice and invites you to sleepover at their house

Best friend, is either the reason behind it or knows exactly what's going on, has no idea how to help, flipping out because their life too is burning, but still has time to listen to you cry over the phone and if they don't, has the guts to say I can't right now can we talk later?'and the trust to know you'll be cool with it.

You failed a test, your

Friend, says that stinks then changes the subject

Good friend, asks what in and offers to help you out sometime

Best friend, failed it as well and you stay in for lunch together figuring it out

You're getting married, you're

Friend, mails you a wedding gift

Good friend, is at the wedding

Best friend, is either a) your spouse to be or b) Humming, '(Insert your name here) and (Insert your spouse to be's name here) sittin' in a tree. K I S S I N G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby carriage!' While grinning at you like an idiot from the front row

You won an award, your

Friend, congratulates you

Good friend, squeals and demands to know everything about it

Best friend, rolls their eyes at you and says 'Well duh.'

You're dead, your

Friend, sends flowers and comes to the funeral

Good friend, cries at the ceromony

Best friend, is in the coffin beside you, grinning and asking 'So same time next week, but with tacos?'

If you think this is the right definition, copy and paste this in your file.

"A good friend will keep you secrets when you ask them too. A true friend will keep their mouths shut without you asking them."

"There's nothing that can't be fixed with: duct tape, chocolate, or by running it over."

"My attention span is just short enough to annoy you and ignore you all at the same time."

'Don't get mad; get sadistic.'

If you absolutely KILLED yourself laughing when Gazzy said "'I villa now destroy de Snickers bars!' then copy this to your profile

Common sense is the enemy of comedy.'

'Sarcasm isn't an attitude, it's an ART.'

'They say guns don't kill people; people do. Well, I think guns help. I mean, if you stood there and yelled 'BANG' I don't think you'd kill many people.'

'There are very few problems that can not be solved using a large amount of explosives.'

If you laugh I will laugh. If you cry I will cry and if you jump out a window I will laugh.'

'Just when I think you've said the stupidest thing ever you keep on talking.'

'Define normal.'

YOUR GUY SIDE:

You love hoodies
You love jeans.
Dogs are better than cats.
It's hilarious when people get hurt.
You've played with/against boys on a team.
Shopping is torture. (Depends on my mood.)
Sad movies suck.
You own/ed an X-Box.
Played with Hotwheel cars as a kid.
At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.
You own/ed a DS, PS2 or Sega.
You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers. (Still am)
You watch sports on TV.
You love video games.
Guitar Hero/Rock Band rule!
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.
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. (Or at least try to)
Sleep with your socks on at night.

Total: 14

YOUR GIRL SIDE:

You wear lip gloss/stick.
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.
Video games are boring.
Rock Band/Guitar Hero are a waste of time.
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. (Long time ago... in a studio somewhere down a couple roads.)
It takes you around/ more one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up.
You smile a lot more than you should.
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 heck of it.
Like being the star of every thing

Total: 9

I don't have a dog. I eat my own homework.

I was going to take over the world but I got distracted by something sparkly.

Both taken from I.Am.Cheese.And.Cheese.Is.Me's profile- thanks and sweet name!!!

Got this off a Youtube comment-thanks CarooGG

10 facts about you 1. You're reading my comment 2. You're realizing that's a stupid fact 4. You didn't notice I skipped three 5. You're checking now 6. You're smiling 7. You're still reading my comment 9. You didn't realize I skipped eight 10. You're checking again and smiling about how you fell for it again. :) 11. You are enjoying this 12. You didn't realize there's only suppossed to be ten facts

NCIS PROVERBS (Taken from angel-death-dealer's profile's who took it from NCIS Wetpaint Wiki)

1. If you leave the door open, the iguana might come in

2. Never mess with silver haired snipers

3. Some people are born great, some people have greatness thrust upon them...and some people are DiNozzo

4. Human lie detectors come in nice packages, silver wrapping and are called Gibbs

5. Opportunity is often missed because it is dressed in overalls and looks like hard work. Tony's talent is often missed because it is dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and looks like fun

6. Ask not what the boat in the basement does for you, but what you can do for the boat in the basement

Fan fiction stuff:

I dislike it when people say 'If you don't paste this' or something like that you're a mean person, because you're not. Some people get really worked up about that and it's mean. So please do not say that in this site or in those chain letter emails, just delete and say 'Send to whoever might enjoy' or something!

It annoys me when people write something and then don't edit it!!! It's fine if your first language isn't English and you don't get all the gramatical stuff, but if you speak English you know enough to realize that 'I' is capitalized! It essentially ruins the story. And I'm not talking a couple missed errors, I'm talking a whole bunch of huge mistakes that make the story more confusing.

I love it when people review. I put them in my Rasin Bran every morning. The reviews, not the people... no offense to those who do.

BTW, 'please,update soon' is not a review! Anyone who can read what I write, can write something more than that. Come on people, I get it if English isn't your first language, but for all of you who do speak it fluently, really? That's called laziness. Write 'Good job.' for Pete's sake!

Oh and here are the ships I support:

NCIS: Tiva, McAbby, Jibbs, and possibly Tate if it's brother/sister or it can be relationship if you really want, but I say no to Gabby or Giva. No offense intended to people who do, I see those relationships as father/daughter only.

NCIS LA: I can live with G/Kensi as long as they don't put it on the show. Personally, I think Deeks/Kensi belong to each other and G is going to find someone to be with, but first he has to deal with all his other personal issues. Like his name, and whichever parent left that note at the graveyard! Since one of G's parents is alive and I am betting it's going to be his dad!

Bones: B/B, Hodgela (duh moment, they are married!)

Merlin: Morgana/Merlin, Gwen/Arthur- When Merlin messed up and sent those flowers to Gwen, I nearly died laughing.

Castle: Beckett/Castle (I am so mad about last season's finale! She was this close and Castle had to bring his exwife into the mix! Grr...)

For me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you what you are doing that is so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour-long sob fest, and then start singing and dancing when your favorite song comes on. Crazy is when you do or say a completely random thing, like "Do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" or having a thumbwar with yourself. Crazy is when you type up all your favorite sayings, print them off and tape them to your wall, just for something to do. Crazy is when you memorize the complete biographies and physical traits of every character in NCIS/NCIS LA (or almost, at least). Crazy is when you write NCIS ROX on your homework insted of doing it. Crazy is when you act completly, well, crazy and make a total fool of yourself and not even care. Crazy is when you dedicate your entire being(every cell in your body) to NCIS, NCIS LA, Bones, Human Target, Castle, Merlin, Psych, other Tv shows I cant think of right now, and fanfiction. Crazy is when you go into build-a-bear workshop and walk up to little kids saying "That's my favorite bear" in a creepy voice and then run like heck when their soccer-moms glare at you. Crazy is when you get jacked up on sugar on your school fieldtrip to bush gardens, laugh for two hours straight WHILE riding rollercaosters, then still laugh after you get slapped by your friends, and they pour a cold water on you, and you just stop suddenly, and when they asked why you laughed you say " I felt like it." Crazy is when you claim you can walk on water and then get your best friend to hold you by your waist in the air and you move your legs in a walking movement (It works!!) If you're crazy, copy this onto your profile and add something crazy you've done too . Bookworm73: I set my microwave on fire.

Searching4Sanity: Crazy is when you ran into a tree while chasing your bud around the yard with your eyes closed when you're was supposed to be counting for the game of Hide and Seek he wasn't participating in! (Still not sure if I broke my nose or not...)

If you're one of those people who get excited when you see just two reviews, paste this into your profile

100 of the Stupidest Things you have ever done: bold the ones that apply to you and italic one that you made and added yourself, so now it's 101 of the Stupidest Things

1. Forgot to put the lid on the blender, turned it on, and had everything fly out
2. Gotten your head stuck between the stair rails
3. Broken a chair by leaning back in it
4. Had gum fall out of your mouth while you were talking (then it got caught in my hair)
5. Choked on your own spit while you were talking (So, so many times...)
6. Had people tell you that you are blonde when you're not/or had had people tell you that your blonde highlights are going to your head
7. Been caught staring at your crush by your crush him/herself
8. Have looked for something for at least 10 min then realized it was in your hand
9. Tried to push open a door that said pull
10. Tried to pull open a door that said push (one of the two I forget which)
11. Have actually believed someone when they said that they knew how to make a love potion
12. Have hit yourself in the process of trying to hit something else (baseball bats do not work well with me)
13. Have tripped and fallen UP the stairs
14. Have actually exploded marshmallows in the microwave
15. Have gotten gum stuck in your hair
16. Had gum fall out of your mouth while trying to blow a bubble
17. Have had the juice from a mini tomato squirt out and hit somebody else when you bit into it
18. Have had your drink come out your nose because you were laughing so hard
19. Have called one of your good friends by the wrong name
20. Have skinned your toe because you were playing soccer or kickball with flip flops on or you were barefoot
21. Have put a sticker on your forehead, forgot it was there, and went out in public with it on
22. Have fallen out of a moving vehicle.
23. Have run into a closed door
24. Have almost shot someone with a real gun while trying to shoot something else
25. Searched for your cell phone while you were talking on it
26. It has taken you longer than 5 min to get a joke (Days...)
27. Have gotten your hair stuck in a blow dryer
28. Have gotten your hair stuck in a fan
29. Tripped on a crack in the sidewalk (and just about everything else..)
30. Said o'clock after saying how many min after the hour, example: 5:30 o'clock, or 6:15 o'clock
31. After someone told you that there was gum on the ground, you stepped in it
32. Put on a white shirt even though you already knew it was raining outside
33. Have ever walked up to a stranger because you thought they were someone else
34. Ever been kicked out of a grocery store/off their property
35. Touched the stove, the curling iron, a hot pan, etc on purpose even though you knew it was hot
36. Picked out your change of clothes, took off the ones you had on and then accidentally put the old clothes back on
37. Wondered why something wasn't working then realized it wasn't plugged in
38. Put the cereal in the fridge, or put the milk in the cupboard
39. Walked into a pole (Does a tree count, because I've done that... several times in fact... all while playing Hide and Seek with the same group of friends...hmm... that's saying something about my peeps... they're dangerous peeps to be around... apparently.)
40. Wore two different earrings or shoes by accident
41. Put your shirt on backwards/inside-out without realizing it then left your house
42. Tried to take a picture of your/someone's eye with the flash on
43. Gotten a ring stuck on your finger because you put it on even though you knew it was too small
44. Walked out of the bathroom with toilet paper stuck to your shoe without realizing it
45. Went to go do something/go get something, then when you got there forgot what is was that you were going to do. (At least once a week!)
46. Picked up someone else's drink and drank out of it by accident when your drink was right next to it.
47. Fallen out of your chair while trying to pick something up
48. Have poked yourself in the eye
49. Have gotten in the shower with your socks still on
50. Melted your hairbrush while blow drying your hair
51. Have done enough stupid things to make a test
52. Have accidentally stabbed yourself with a pencil
53. Have sung the wrong verse to a song without realizing it
54. Have given an odd answer to a question because you didn't hear the question in the first place and didn't feel like asking what it was.
55. Told someone you were the wrong age because you seriously forgot how old you were
56. Looked into an overhead light purposefully while it was on
57. Got up early and got ready for school/work/meeting, then realized that you didn't have school/work/meeting that day. (No but once I did then found out it was 4:30 and my alarm was messed up)
58. Have tripped on a cord after someone told you to watch out for it
60. Have ever laughed at a joke that no one else thought was funny or a movie (Like every five seconds)
61. Done the Macarena to the electric slide or vice versa
62. Said funner, then had someone make fun of you for it
63. Have repeated yourself at least twice in the same sentence
64. Brought up an inside joke with the wrong person
65. Didn't do the backside of an assignment because you thought that there wasn't one or because you had already looked and forgot that there was another side
66. Did more work than you had to on an assignment because you didn't read the directions
67. Corrected someone's grammar/pronunciation then figured out that you were the one that was wrong
68. Put something in a special place so that you would remember where it was, then forgot where you put it
69. Put ice in your drink after the glass was full of liquid and had it splash out.
70. Told a lie then forgot what it was that you had said and got caught
71. When wearing goggles, you pulled them away from your face and let go so that they would come back and snap you in the face
72. Forgot to make sure that the lamp was off before you replaced the light bulb
73. Ran into a door jam
74. Told someone that you hardly ever do stupid things, then immediately did/said something stupid
75. Told someone to watch out for something, then you were the one that ran into it
76. Have purposely licked playground sand
77. Have purposely and repeatedly flicked yourself with a rubber band
78. Gotten so hyper that someone actually thought you were drunk when you weren't
79. Have been so hyper you actually scared people
80. Put duct tape on your body then pulled it off to see if it would pull your hairs out
81. Put duct tape on your hair/someone else's hair then pulled it off
82. Put a clothes pin/hair clip on your lip, figured out that it hurt, then did it again
83. Sat and wondered why men’s dress shirts have a loop on the back. (Really good question...)
84. Made up a code name for someone so that you could talk about them to someone else and no one else would know who you were talking about
85. Have gotten a hairbrush stuck in your hair
86. Used the straw to blow the straw wrapper at someone
87. Shaved your tongue because you thought your taste buds looked weird
88. When at a restaurant/cafeteria, you used your spoon to fling stuff at people
89. Have flung forks at people in a restaurant/cafeteria
90. Sucked on a cup and got a hickey from it.
91. As you were writing, you moved your head back and forth with your pen/pencil (How else do you want me to keep track of the words?)
92. Have drawn finger puppets on your fingers then named them
93. Have wrapped someone in a roll of toilet paper
94. Have used somebody else's toothbrush without even realizing it wasn't yours
95. Started telling a story and forget what you were talking about or what happened in the story
96. When you saw a ‘beware of dog’ sign, you told the owners to beware of the dogs not realizing they owned the dogs
97. You have spelled your own name wrong before
98. When lying in bed you look for pictures in the texture of the ceiling.
99. Have used your calculator as a form of communication in class
100. Have popped a balloon in your mouth.

101. Screamed like a banshee when you accidentally run into a twig sized branch

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won't repost it?

Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master...
He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher...
He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer...
He had no army, yet kings feared him...
He won no military battles, yet he conquered the World...
He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him...
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today

Dear Friend,

I just had to write to tell you how much I love you and care for you. Yesterday, I saw you walking and laughing with your friends; I hoped that soon you'd want Me to walk along with you, too. So, I painted you a sunset to close your day and whispered a cool breeze to refresh you. I waited; you never called. I just kept on loving you.

As I watched you fall asleep last night, I wanted so much to touch you. I spilled moonlight onto your face trickling down your cheeks as so many tears have. You didn't even think of me; I wanted so much to comfort you.

The next day I exploded a brilliant sunrise into a glorious morning for you. But you woke up late and rushed off to work-you didn't even notice. My sky became cloudy and My tears were the rain.

I love you. Oh, if you'd only listen. I really love you. I try to say it in the quiet of the green meadow and in the blue sky. The wind whispers My love throughout the treetops and spills it into the vibrant colors of the flowers. I shout it to you in the thunder of the great waterfalls and composed love songs for birds to sing for you. I warm you with the clothing of My sunshineand perfume the air with nature's sweet scent. My love for you is deeper than the ocean and greater than any need in your heart. If you'd only realize how I care. I died just for you.

My Dad sends His love. I want you to meet Him. He cares,too. Fathers are just that way. So please call Me soon. No matter how long it takes, I'll wait because I love you.

Your Friend,

Jesus

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books.I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him.

So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.'

He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'

There was a big smile on his face.It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes.We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!' He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation.I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great.He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous!

Today was one of those days.I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 'Thanks,' he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began, 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.' I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.' I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

Thanks to cr8vgrl , and Writer 200 for this. It's a beautiful way to put what being a Christian is.

When I say that 'I am a Christian', I am not shouting that 'I am clean living.'

I'm whispering 'I was lost, but now I'm found and forgiven.'

When I say 'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride.

I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say 'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong.

I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.

When I say 'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success.

I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.

When I say 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect.

My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.

When I say 'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain.

I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.

When I say 'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou,

I'm just a simple sinner who received God's good grace, somehow!

ONE DAY A DAD COMES HOME DRUNK AND MAD. HE PULLS OUT A GUN AND SHOOTS HIS WIFE AND THEN TURNS
THE GUN ON HIMSELF. HIS LITTLE GIRL SITS BEHIND THE COUCH CRYING. THE POLICE CAME AND TOOK THE
LITTLE GIRL TO A NEW FAMILY. HER FIRST DAY TO SUNDAY SCHOOL SHE WALKS INTO THE BUILDING AND
SEES A PICTURE OF JESUS ON THE CROSS.

THE LITTLE GIRL ASKS THE TEACHER: How did that man get
off the cross?

THE TEACHER REPLIED: He never did.

THE LITTLE GIRL ARGUED: Yes he did when mommy
and daddy fought he sat next to me behind the couch telling me everything was gonna be alright...

I don't mean to be against any religion, you believe what you want I'm all for the whole 'you have your opinion I have mine so let's be friends' shebang, I just post what I post and I didn't want to be in 98 and 93 percent you don't have to repost this if you don't want to, I'm serious when I say this, you really don't have to if you don't want to.

This is a poem about Drug Abuse, please copy and paste this poem to your profile:

My name is Nora
and I'm seventeen,
I am on drugs
and cannot clearly see.
Because of this
my grades in school have dropped.
I am very drunk,
Sometimes I'm beaten up
by some street punk.
There are so many rules
i've tried not to break,
But I am so drunk
that I can't stand up straight.
I am so drunk ,
Most of the time
I cannot talk.
Maybe if my parents trusted me,
they would let me hold a car key.
One night I was out walking around,
But there was a sound
and then I saw a man
who didn't want me in town.
The man was holding a gun,
He was not as bright
He was like a Earth without a sun.
My name is Nora
I am seventeen,
and tonight a man
murdered me.
Remember: Say NO to drugs! Drug Abuse is VERY dangerous, so help make it stop! Copy the poem PLEASE and add your name to this list: Ice The Angel Tiger Mew Mew, Twilightpaw,lyokolife6, Searching4Sanity

Hi, my name is Kazu.

I like Writing and I like Athletics.

I am running down the road

I suddenly tripped over.

I come home with a scatch on my knee.

My mummy begins to worry.

I tell her I am fine.

She sighs and says ok.

I am at school.

When suddenly I fall and hit a tree.

I am sent to the sickbay.

Then I am sent home.

Mummy takes me to the doctors.

The doctors tell mummy something.

Mummy starts to cry.

I tell her it's ok.

I'm not going to die.

She tells me I am starting.

Starting to be slower.

I don't know what it means.

But I have become sick.

I tell mummy it's ok.

I will become better.

Mummy starts to cry.

Do I have cancer?

Mummy says no.

Then what do I suppose.

As a year had past.

I struggle to walk.

My speech is getting slower.

It's hard for me to talk.

My friends like to help me.

My classmates like to run.

But I have to sit down.

And watch them have fun.

Then one day my teacher.

Comes to see mummy.

Daddy comes out.

And starts to get all snotty.

The teacher tells my parents.

I can no longer go to school.

My motion is too slow.

I ask the teacher slowly.

I am sorry I am useless.

I start to cry and beg her.

I want to go to school.

The teacher gives a smile.

And tells me she is sorry.

The school cant really help me.

The words were so cruel.

The day I had to leave.

My friends and classmates cried.

The boys upon the windows.

Wave to me goodbye.

I smile and sit in the car.

I am taken to a school.

A school with special people.

Just like me and you.

I start to have some fun.

I made a lot of friends.

As many years passed again.

I talk too slow to understand.

I cannot run anymore.

And I struggle to even stand.

I cannot write in my diary.

My motion is too slow.

Then one day I am sent.

To the hospital again.

Now many years have passed.

I lie in a warm bed.

I cannot move my body.

I cannot move again.

I talk very slowly.

I cannot move my head.

My mummy sits there crying.

My daddy looks depressed.

I ask my mummy sadly.

Am I going to die.

My mother holds my hand.

Yells and starts to cry.

A few more years later.

I have to shut my eyes.

I cannot talk or move.

I seem to have died.

Please Copy and Paste this story about Kazu who was diagnosed with a rare uncurable disease, Spinocerebellar Degeneration, in your profile. This disease causes a failure of muscle control in their arms and legs, resulting in a lack of balance and coordination or a disturbance of gait. Support and send the message worldwide.

Very sad, but beautiful too...

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.

A poem about the horrors of child abuse...

Her parents kept her

Locked in an attic

Her only friend

was a little toy bear

It was old and worn out

And had patches of hair

She always talked to it

When no one's around

She lays there and hugs it

Not a peep of sound

Until her parents

unlock the door

Some more and more pain

She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg

A scar on her face

Why would she be

In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear

And softly crys

She loves her parents

But they want her to die

She sits in the corner

Quiet but thinking,

"Please God, why is

My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life

For a sad little kid

She'd get beaten and beaten

For anything she did

Then one night

Her mom came home high

And the poor child was beaten

As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly

Grabbed for a blade

It was sharp and pointy

One that she made

She thrusted the blade

Right in her chest,

"You deserve to die

You worthless piece of CRAP!

The mom walked out

Leaving the girl slowly dying

She grabbed her bear

And again started crying

Police showed up

At the small little house

Then quickly barged in

Everything quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly

Opened a door

To find the little girl

Lying dead on the floor

It must have been bad

To go through so much harm

But at least she died

With her best friend in her arms

A child dies every day from child abuse

If you hate child abuse with a passion, or is just saddened by this story about Auroura (the little girl)repost this in your profile.

Please repost this.

Dear Bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night he helped his friend out of suicide. See that girl you called fat? She is starving herself. See that old man you just made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. See that young boy you made fun of for always being sick?He has to walk home in the snow because his family is poor. See the kid you tripped and laughed at? He gets beat up enough at home.

Think about this the next time you want to put somebody down!

Love,

Your Conscience

Please report this to end the disease called bullying!

Something that touched my heart and I hope it does the same to you

I copied and pasted this from CaMaRoFaN14's profile because I was touched by the story:

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.

Please repost this.

"It's nobody's business what I drink,

I care not what the neighbours think,

Or how many laws they choose to pass,

I'll tell the world I'll have my glass.

Here's one man's freedom that can't be curbed,

My right to drink is undisturbed.

So he drunk in spite of law or man,

Then got into his old tin can,

Stepped on the gas and let it go,

Down the highway to and fro.

He took the curves at fifty miles,

With bleary eyes and drunken smiles,

Not long till a car he tried to pass,

There was a crash, a scream and breaking glass.

The other car was upside down,

About two miles from the nearest town.

The man was clear but his wife was caught,

And she needed the help of that drunken sot,

Who sat in a maudlin, drunken daze,

And heard the scream and saw the blaze,

But was to far gone to save a life,

By lifting the car from off the wife.

The car was burned, and the mother died,

While a husband wept, and baby cried.

And a drunk sat by- and still some think,

Its nobody's business what they drink."

Drink responsibly.

This is too true.

Thank you to every person who is in the U.S. military and God Bless you and your loved ones and friends.

Your alarm goes off, you hit the snooze and sleep for another 10 minutes.
He stays up for days on end.
You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
He goes days or weeks without running water.
You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.
He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.
You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.
He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.
You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.
He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.
You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.
He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.
You complain about how hot it is.
He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.
You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
He doesn't get to eat today.
Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.
You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.
You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.
You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.
You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
He hears the gunfire, bombs, and screams of the wounded.
You see only what the media wants you to see.
He sees the broken bodies lying around him.
You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.
He does exactly what he is told.
You stay at home and watch TV.
He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.
You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to be woken by gunfire.
You sit there and judge him, saying the world is probably a worse place because of men like him.
If only there were more men like him!
Please send this on to show your support.
If it gets to a veteran who hasn't received it yet, it will bring back memories.
Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you,
Jesus Christ and the American soldiers here in America and across the globe, who were away from their loved ones, friends, safety, comforts, and homes.
One died for your soul, the other for your freedom.

In Remembrance:

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 daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet
Children squirming impatently,
Anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called,
Each 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,
For a man who wasn't there.
"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 offened 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,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from 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 much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share 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 from 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 its 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 was a fireman
And died just this past year.
When airplanes hit the towers
And taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
It's like he never went away."
And then she closes her eyes,
And saw him there that day.
And to her mother's amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they say before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy."
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far

I am the girl ... that doesn't go to school dances, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird, and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on My Space, or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or a regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.

But I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird, who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with NCIS, who can express herself better with words, and knows the importance of the little things.

Copy and Paste this onto your account if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest times that they are unique, but not alone.

If I go on hiatus leave me a message and I'll try to update!

Thanks again!

If anyone sees that darn sanity, please let me know because it's starting to be an issue in school. Surprisingly non insane assylums do not appreciate you giggling loudly and randomly during math class! I know, shocking isn't it?