Hayy Durr! ;D I'm Tahreh the Blind Ninja aka Shelby. You may call me anything you want, but Shelby or Tahreh is prefered. In case you are wondering, I am not blind. Just making sure you know, x] I am a Ravenclaw and a Daughter of Hermes (PROUD OF IT!). I am Dumbledore's girl through and through. I am also a FBI profiler in my twisted imagination. But in reality, I am a First Degree Level Three Black Belt in Taekwondo.

Please either read the ramble at the bottom or the message in bold. Thank You.

My favorites!

Books: Harry Potter; Percy Jackson and the Olympians; Warriors.

Movies: Harry Potter; Pirates of the Carrabean; Percy Jackson and the Olympians; Iron Man; The Dark Knight; Alice In Wonderland (both versions); Charlie and the Chocolate Factory; and LOADS MORE.

TV: Criminal Minds; CSI (Vegas); The Mentalist; Las Vegas; Glee; Spongebob Squarepants; House; NCIS; Most Everything on VH1 Classic

Music: Aerosmith; ACDC; Led Zepplin; Def Leppard; Black Sabbath; Metallica; Ozzy; Motley Crue; Judas Priest; Evanescence; Queen; Judas Priest; Poison; Guns N Roses; Bon Jovi; Owl City; Paramore; Hey Monday; Rascal Flatts; Hawk Nelson; Relient K; Lady Gaga and oodles more! xD I'm a classic rock and metal junkie!

Anime/Mangas: Fruits Basket; Ouran High School Host Club; Mamotte Lollipop; Naruto; Death Note; Kaze No Stigma.

Comedians: Jeff Dunham; Shane Dawson; Uncle Yo.

Food: Waffles (Not the blue kind! Dx); Pixy Stix; Cupcakes; Tacos; Spaghetti, Pizza, Everlasting Gobstoppers (Those things are ADDICTING!)

Sayings/Quotes: "It's gonna be funnier than a penguin playing a banjo,"- Anonymous

"I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, can read 20,000 words per minute . . Yeah, I'm a genius," -America's Sexiest Nerd AKA S.S.A Dr. Spencer Reid "

"Your brain smells like moonfarts," -Me. (Long story behind that one . . . Let's just say those were the first words to my sister's boyfriend when she brought him home, after I proceeded to smell his hair...)

Things that make me want to stab your unborn babies!

Books: Twilight

Movies: Twilight, Remember Me, The Last Song, The Hannah Montana Movie

TV Series: Most every abomination on Disney Channel. Nickelodeon is okay, most of the time.

Music: Miley Cyrus, Justin Beiber (See below for a set of theories about his TRUE identity), Taylor Swift (Unless she's with Def Leppard, then she's somewhat cool)

Anime/Manga: I really don't hate any anime or mangas, unless you consider the new Pokemons an anime, then yeah, I hate those. I miss Team Rocket (Unless they came back, I haven't watched them in a while...)

Comedians: Those who aren't funny.

Actors/Actresses: Robert Pattison, that one chick from Twilight, Taylor Launter.

MORE USELESS INFORMATION!

Team Spencer Reid! EAT YOUR HEARTS OUT TWILIGHT!

Fangirl obsessions: S.S.A. Dr. S. Reid (The day he cuts his hair is the day I die!); Greg Sanders; Sirius Black, Nico di Angelo, Kyo Sohma; The Mad Hatter/Tarrant Hightop...

BOOKS I'M WRITING!!! (I'm dead serious, these things will be published, even if it kills me!)

Trials of the Stars series

Book One: Song of Fire

Book Two: Fury of Water

Book Three: Touch of Dark

Book Four: Jet of Light

Book Five:

THIS RANDOM LINE IS HERE FOR A REASON, WHICH IS UP TO YOU TO DECIDE!

Dream Career: FBI Profiler. If that fails, I'll still have the money from the aforementioned books that I'm writing, so yeah...

Dream House: Eh, I wanted something big, then I realized that I'd be the one stuck cleaning it, which is something I absolutely HATE!

Dream Man: ... I don't know... Somebody that is calmer than me, will keep me out of trouble, but isn't serious all the time and has a great sense of humor. Oh, and he needs to want a dog, I can't live without my dogs. Kids, eh, I guess one of two would be okay, but more than two and I might kill myself, seeing as how misbehaved I am. Geez, those kids will be even more warped than I am... Poor children... Haha

Odd Fantasy: I have a reacurring dream of being murdered in a McDonalds... -.-'

What Justin Beiber REALLY is

Hello friends.

I was at my younger cousin's house the other day and she had her laptop on and was playing music. It sounded like a young girl singing about her boyfriend. So when I asked my younger cousin who she was, she looked at me and said, "She? That's Justin Beiber!" And right there and then did I decide that Justin Beiber is not a sixteen year old boy. Here are my theories.

1. He is a five year old girl in disguise.

2. He has a medical condition that makes his voice sound like a five year old girl.

3. He is a robot with an outer exo-skeleton that looks like a teenage boy, but what is controlling said robot is an army of CHIPMUNKS. And the chipmunk that talks for him is in an advanced stage of some form of lung disease.

4. He was in a tragic car accident, rendoring his brain useless, but the donor's brain came from a five year old little girl. This little girl brain controls his vocal chords, his sense of style, and hypnotizes other females into falling under "his" spell.

5. He is gay.

And so, those are my theories to why Justin Beiber sounds like a gay five year old.

Sincerely,

Tahreh the Blind Ninja.

P.S. IF YOU WANT TO JOIN THE REVOLUTION AGAINST BAD MUSIC, GO TO THE NEAREST JUSTIN BEIBER FAN AND TELL THEM ONE OF THE FIVE THEORIES, PREFERABLY THE FIFTH ONE.

Thank you, have a nice day. Next time, we will be exploring what exactly happened to Miley.

My rambles!

Okay, for those of you who had fanfics reviewed by me, you may notice that I complain of rambling. Well, I do. I love to write things, especially if it's about a favorite character or something like that. But the thing that really makes my rambling kick in is when someone says, "You're wrong," to me. Then I will ramble at them 'till the proverbial cows come home. Most of this profile is a ramble, just some odd things that my diseased mind tells my fingers to type. So, uhm, yeah, rambles. They're fun to do when you're bored and suddenly get excited, like when somebody stabs you. Speaking of stabbing, I got my shots at the doctor's office today and let me tell you something, WHATEVER THEY GAVE ME FEELS LIKE ACID. I THINK SAWING MY ARM OFF WITH A BLUNT, PLASTIC BUTTER KNIFE WOULD FEEL BETTER! Speaking of butter, I love butter. Butter is the epicness. Butter and toast go together like Spencer Reid and his fangirls. Speaking of Reid, he is THE HOTTEST, SEXIEST, AND NERDIEST FICTIONAL MAN ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH. Don't get me wrong, I love his messy brown hair and deep brown eyes, but I love his random fact moments where he starts rambling on and on about some of the most random things that somehow have something to do with the case at hand, atleast till Hotch says that they get the picture. Speaking of Hotch, I think I met my first S.S.A Aaron Hotchner fangirl today. Then again, she was watching the little commercial thing on Ion Channel which only shows Hotch and Rossi, so I guess it's understandable. Speaking of fangirls, I threatened to slaughter a few today, y'know when I was in the crappiest mood of my life because of severe arm pain, and I'm sick and tired of these moronic fangirls that obsess over that gay fairy who tries to pass of as a vampire. Cullen is a fairy. He sparkles and lives in the forest. And don't get me started on whats-his-face with the six pack abs. He's not an effin' werewolf. LOOK IT UP! WEREWOLVES TRANSFORM ONLY TURNING A FULL MOON. Whats-his-face is obviously an unregistared animagus, and he needs to go to his nearest Ministry of Magic and fix said problemo. Speaking of the Ministry of Magic, I think I should announce to the general public, aka to those who didn't give up on this ramble multiple letters ago, that Kingsley Shaklebolt is indeed the Minister of Magic. I hate when people say I'm wrong. Speaking of people telling me I'm wrong, I am obsessed with narwhals, a species of whale with a unicorn horn stuck on it's nose. I showed my cousin a picture of said creature, and she seems to think that it is a swordfish. So after a heated verbal battle with her, she no longer thinks that a narwhal is a swordfish. She now thinks that there is no such thing as a narwhal. WOMAN, OPEN YOUR EYES. NARWHALS ARE REAL AND EPIC. Speaking of epic, I have a puppy and her name is Charlie and I am a firm believer that said name is not only meant for boys. Charlie is my baby girl, a two year old jack russel terrier, and is a killing machine toward my sister. Seriously, no lie, Charlie only likes me and my dad. Oh, and to anyone out there that still hasn't given up on this ramble, she is like biting and scratching herself, but she doesn't have any fleas or ticks on her. And she's tearing herself up. If you can give me any solutions, send me a message. (I nearly typed massage . . . that would have made it AWKWARD!) Please, I hate seeing my baby with scabs and scars all over her. Okay, enough talking about my puppy, lets talk about my big boy, Scooby. Scooby is rather old, we aren't exactly sure since we rescued him, but he's probably around ten. He's a rottweiler/german sheppard mix with a bit of labrador in him. He is the sweetest thing in the world, but he thinks he's a lapdog. He has it in his brain that he is the size of Charlie, and loves to climb in my lap, crushing me. :) Love you, Scoobers. Hmm . . . This ramble is getting rather long. I shall stop . . . NOW!

OKAY, TO THOSE OF YOU THAT SKIPPED THE RAMBLE. I am in desperate need of help. My two year old Jack Russel Terrier, Charlie, is scratching and biting herself. Her ears are covered in scars/scabs, along with her back (starting around her hips) and her stomach. We have searched her for fleas and ticks, but we find nothing. So please, if you have expierienced something similiar with your own dog, please send me a message with a solution. Please. I can't stand to watch her tear herself up. Thank You. :)