Hiya~ My name on wattpad is _Empress_Mavis_ or _HyuugaHinata, I recommend you go check out my books on it, I started them before I got this account.

But if you hate Naruto and Naruto Shippuden, you might not wanna read the books.

I like some animes, and quite alot of books.

I only have around 5 friends, and three of them are boys, so yeah, I am weird.

Also on my other account my own book is being worked on.

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 attacked 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?

Repost this if you truly believe in God.

If you are a proud Christian, copy/paste this into your profile.

PERCY JACKSON PLEDGE (Warning: Read it out loud. You break this oath, I call Hades, he sends you to Tartarus. Got it?)

I promise to remember Percywhenever Im at seaI promise to remember Annabethwhenever a spider comes at meI promise to protect naturefor Grover's sake of courseI promise to remember Lukewhen my heart fills with remorseI promise to remember Chironwhenever I see a sign that says ''free pony ride''I promise to remember Tysonwhenever a friend says they'll stick by my sideI promise to remember Thaliawhenever a friend is scared of heightsI promise to remember Clarissewhenever I see someone that gives me a frightI promise to remember Biancawhenever I see a sister scold her younger brotherI promise to remember Nicowhenever I see someone who doesnt get along with othersI promise to remember Zoewhenever I watch the starsI promise to remember Rachelwhenever a limo passes my car.yes I promise to remember PJOwherever I may go

NORMAL PEOPLE: rely on their local weatherman for the weather forecastPJO FANS:will tell Zeus to make it rain

NORMAL PEOPLE: say OMG!PJO FANS: say OH MY GODS!

NORMAL PEOPLE: go to a psychiatrist to tell their feelingsPJO FANS:won't go to one because they will take away their awesome demigod powers

NORMAL PEOPLE: say shut up or i'll tell on you!PJO FANS: say shut up or my godly parent will vaporize you!

NORMAL PEOPLE: think that PJO fans are stupidPJO FANS: know that normal people are stupid

NORMAL PEOPLE: when being chased yell HELP ME SOMEBODY!PJO FANS: when being chased use their awesome demigod powers

NORMAL PEOPLE: get nervous/scared during thunderstormsPJO FANS: yell at Zeus to calm down

NORMAL PEOPLE: would choose somewhere sunny to go for vacationPJO FANS: would try and find Camp Half Blood

NORMAL PEOPLE:don't have this on their profilePJO FANS: MUST have this on their profile!

You know you're obssesed with PJO when:

You've read every book in the PJO series at least 5 times

You've been caught for reading in class for multiple times

Your BFF calls you geek because you sit around and talk about PJO

You dream of going to Camp Half-Blood

A picture is worth a thousand words. A Percabeth moment is worth 1 billion words.

He who lives by the sword, dies by the sword. He who lives by Percabeth never dies.

To be or not to be? That is the question. The answer? Percabeth.

All roads lead to Percabeth. And by the transitive property, total awesomeness.

Some people say that Percabeth is a myth. Those "some people" are now dead

You just have to research more about greek mythology (Did that. Know almost everything now. :-P)

You want to learn Latin

You copy/paste this onto your profile

Most of your favorite fics are PJO related, even if it is a cross over

You have taken every test you can find about what demigodly parent you would/do/should have, and your trying to get your friends to

You make sure all of your friends (Or most of them), have an idea about what you say when talking about PJO

Your friends (At least one), think you are obbsessed with PJO, and you agree

You are planning on adding a lot more things to this list

You call yourself a demigod

You wish with every fibre of your being that the first page of The Lightning Theif told the truth, and the PJO series is real

You find yourself praying to a random god when you didn't study for a math test because you were too busy reading PJO

You Know You're a Book Nerd If:

You can randomly open to a page and know exactly what's going on.

You stay up to read a book until 4 A.M., then get back up at 7 to continue reading.

Just about everything you do revolves around reading. If you're not reading, you're probably on fanfiction.net, drawing fan art, etc.

You try to get all of your friends to read your favorite books.

Everything reminds you of the book. (EVERYTHING)

You quote random lines all the time. (ALL THE TIME.)

You try to do things that the characters do, even though you know you can't.

You've gotten incredibly bored in class, and debated on doing something your favorite character can do to escape the class.

You have pictures of your favorite characters on your computer.

You've got a book memorized.

You've read a specific book more than five times. (lots...)

You've read a book with 400 pages in less than two days. (Of course I have! That's tiny! It would only take about 4 hours, if I like the book. )

You've planned and prepared a siege on a writer's house because he/she killed a character you like.

You blatantly deny it when someone calls a character fictional.

IF YOU ARE A BOOK NERD AND PROUD OF IT, COPY AND PASTE ONTO YOUR PROFILE!!!!!!

If you've ever copied and pasted something onto your profile, copy and paste this onto your profile.

CHEESE!! If you are random and proud of it, copy this into your profile.

92% of American teenagers today would die if Abercrombie Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. If you're part of the 8% that would be laughing their rears off, put this in your profile.

93 percent of Americans would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If you're a part of the 7 percent who would ask the person, "What was your first clue?", copy this into your profile.

97 of teens would cry if they saw Robert Pattison (Edward Cullen from Twilight) standing on top of a sky scraper, about to jump. If you're one of the 3 who would sit there eating pop corn screaming "DO A FLIP!" then copy and paste this

There is nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and lose when it's weird. If you agree copy this and put it in your profile. (It's happened a few times okay.)

If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy and paste this in your profile

Weird is good. Strange is bad. Odd is what you call someone who you can't decide what to call them. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, which means weird is good! If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!

-If you hate obnoxious ,snobby people PLEASE copy and paste this in your profile.

-If you've gotten completly zoned out of a converstation that you don't even remember what you were talking about copy and paste this in your profile.

-If you ever got zoned out for more than five minutes copy and paste this in your profile.

-If you are bored copy and paste this in your profile.

-If you think child abuse is horrible copy and paste this in your profile.

-If murders make you sick copy and paste this in your profile.

-If you have ever tripped up the stairs, copy and paste this into your profile.

-If you have ever tripped over air, copy and paste this into your profile.

-If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, add this to your profile.

If you've ever spent a long amount of time looking for something that you were holding/wearing, copy this to your profile and add your name: Unique girl - YAYZ, Fast Talking Dolphin, Mit-chan007, Ni-Chan, vampgirl8, barlowgirl16, mirandamaddness, Demon-wolf101, candyland7, ALEXRIDERandCHERUB4EVER

If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this onto your profile, and add your name to this list: danyan, Zutara Lover, Black'n'red'Butterfly, Enrica, twilightgirl1918, Just A Little Bit Dramatic, Pirates OWNS you, Cripsee, I'll have some stupid cliché, EdwardandFangdreams4life, This Sayuri-Sama, Mit-chan007,Ni-Chan, vampgirl8, barlowgirl16, mirandamaddness, Demon-wolf101, candyland7, LiveRatherThanJustSurvive

-Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.

-If you are called 'weird' at least five times a day, post this into your profile

-If you have a really long profile, CP this to make it even longer. (hehehe)

-Chocolate chip cookies are the best! If you agree CP!!

-If you have your own little world, CP

-If there are times where you just wanna annoy someone for the heck of it, copy and paste this into your profile.

-If you are antisocial sometimes, copy and paste

-Most people would be offeneded if someone asked them what was wrong with their mind. copy this into your pro if you would be one of the few people who answer "Where to begin?"

-Only crazy people can understand the brilliance of crazy things. If you are crazy and proud of it, CP!

-If you've ever walked into a doorway you could have clearly dodged, you just weren't paying close enough attention, copy and paste this into your profile

-If you've ever read past two in the morning, CP.

-If you've ever laughed while drinking something and it came out of your nose, copy and paste on your profile.

If you like reading, copy and paste this into your profile

If you spend multiple hours each day reading or writing or a combination of both...copy and paste this on your profile.

Copy and paste this on to your profile if you are obsessed with TKC/PJO/HoO and Know what that means

If you ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you are obsessed with fanfiction copy and paste this into your profile.

If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy and paste this onto your profile

If you've ever snuck on fanfiction when you were supposed to be doing something else, say, your homework, copy and paste into your profile

If you have ever read a 250 pg book in less than one day, copy and paste this into your profile

If you have a tendency to talk to yourself, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you know someone who should get run over by a bus, copy this into your profile

98 percent of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this in your profile

If you have ever just wanted to slap someone, copy this onto your profile.

If, for no reason, you have laughed during a movie part that wasn't funny, put this in your profile

If you ever felt like just running somewhere, copy this into your profile.

If you think those stupid kids should just give the rabbit the freakin' Trix, copy this into your profile.

If you've ever asked a really stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this one your profile.

If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this into your profile

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE, COPY/PASTE THIS ON YOUR PROFILE

If you have annoying siblings, copy/paste this on your profile

If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile.

If you're obsessed with PJO, copy this into your profile

If you like filling your profile with 'copy this into your profile' thingys, then COPY THIS INTO YOUR PROFILE

Okay, the average person will screw up reading this. Try to see if your better then average

This is this cat

This is is cat

This is how cat

This is to cat

This is keep cat

This is a cat

This is retard cat

This is busy cat

This is for cat

This is fourty cat

This is seconds cat.

Okay now go back and read the THIRD WORD in each sentances and I promise you wont be able to resist to put this on your profile

My Weird Speech

Being weird is good. It means that you are unique. And that is good, Be yourself, be unique, be different. What ever you do don't be normal. Normal is bad!! And when you go out into the big wide world, actually LIVE YOUR LIFE, rather than just SURVIVE

- LiveRatherThanJustSurvive

GIRL: Do I ever cross your mind

BOY: no

GIRL: Would you cry if I left

BOY: no

GIRL: would you live for me

BOY: no

GIRL: would you do anything for me

BOY: no

GIRL: Choose me or your life

BOY: my life

GIRL walks away, holding back sobs while BOY runs after her and says

"The reason you never cross my mind is because your always on my mind. The reason wouldn't cry if you left, is because I'd die if you left. The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I'd die for you. The reason I wouldn't do anything for you is because I'd do everything for you. The reason I chose my life is because, you ARE my life."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copy and paste this if you are against child abuse and want to kick all of the abusers butts cause you hate 'em!

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty

uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal

pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a

rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't

mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the

olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer

be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl

mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.

Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed

ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling

was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!

If you could read this, copy and put it in your profile!If you belive in Jesus Christ put this on your profile. Did you know that 96% of people even if they say they are Christains will not stand up for him. So if your one of the people that is in the 4% group put this on your profile. If you deny it you are denying Jesus Christ yourself. In the Bible it says that if you deny Him, He will deny you right in front off his father. So put this on your file if you ever want to walk through the gates to heaven. Please do this.

Try it without looking at answers-

1) Pick your favorite number between 1-9

2) Multiply by 3 then

3) Add 3, then again Multiply by 3 (I'll wait while you get the calculator...)

4) You'll get a 2 or 3 digit number…

5) Add the digits together

Now with that number see who your ROLE MODEL is from the list below :

1. Einstein

2. Nelson Mandela

5. Bill Gates

6. Gandhi

7. Brad Pitt

8. Hitler

9. LiveRatherThanJustSurvive

10. Hobo!

PS. Stop picking different numbers. I AM YOUR IDOL, JUST DEAL WITH IT!!

Now copy and paste this into your profile, and change your name in #9.

I'm that girl

The one that likes books more than boys.

The one who pretends not to be sad, just to make others happy

The one who always wonders what she did wrong

The one who 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 refuses to believe that this is it

The one that will do anything to make a better tomorrow

The one who won't give in

The one won't give up

Friends and Best Friends:

FRIENDS: Lend you their umbrella

BEST FRIENDS: Take yours and say 'RUN FORREST, RUN!'

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.

BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.

BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.

BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying "THAT WAS FRICKING AWSOME"

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.

BEST FRIENDS: Won’t tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when you’re not down anymore.

FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.

BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.

FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back

BEST FRIENDS: Loses your crap and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."

FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.

BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.

BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.

BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.

FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college.

BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.

FRIENDS: Will comfort you when the guy rejects you

BEST FRIENDS: Will go up to him and say 'it’s because your gay isn't it?'

FRIENDS: Help you find your prince.

BEST FRIENDS: Kidnaps him and brings him to you.

FRIENDS: Would ask their mom to buy you a b-day gift.

BEST FRIENDS: Would spend half their college money getting you the perfect present.

FRIENDS: Would be a little sad if you rejected the present their mom got you.

BEST FRIENDS: Would just shrug and take the present for their own.

FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter

BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this!!!The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, when I grew up I was BLACK, when I'm sick I'm BLACK, when I go into 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 GREY. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and even if you don't.

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 re-post it?

Re-post this if you truly believe in God, and even if you don't.

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.

Being mature is overrated.

Being weird is like being normal, only better.

I'm not clumsy! The floor just hates me.

Boys are like lava lamps, fun to watch but not too bright.

One day, we will look back on this, laugh nervously, and change the subject.

It takes 42 muscles to frown, 28 to smile and only 4 to reach out and slap someone.

I believe you should live each day as if it is your last, which is why I don't have any clean laundry because, come on, who wants to wash clothes on the last day of their life?

As you make your way through this hectic world of ours, set aside a few minutes each day. At the end of the year, you'll have a couple of days saved up.

Silence is golden, duct tape is silver.

Be insane . . . because well behaved girls never made history.

My knight in shining armor turned out to be a loser in aluminum foil.

Your weirdness is creeping my imaginary friend out.

To the world, you are just one person, but to one person, you are the world

One day your prince will come. Mine? Oh he took a wrong turn, got lost, and is too stubborn to ask for directions.

It’s always the last place you look. Of course it is why would I keep looking after I’ve found it?

Growing old is mandatory . . . growing up is optional . . .

We fall for stupid boys, we make lots of dumb mistakes, we like to act stupid, talk really fast, and laugh really loud. But we teenage girls are good at 2 things: Staying Strong, and Being Ourselves.

Life was so simple when boys had cooties!

Mothers of teens know why some animals eat their young.

17 WAYS TO ANNOY PEOPLE ON THE ELEVATOR

1) CRACK open your briefcase or handbag, peer inside and ask "Got enough air in there?"

2) STAND silent and motionless in the corner facing the wall without getting off.

3) WHEN arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act as if you're embarrassed when they open themselves.

4) GREET everyone with a warm handshake and ask him or her to call you Admiral.

5) MEOW occasionally.

6) STARE At another passenger for a while. Then announce in horror: "You're one of THEM" - and back away slowly. (This is my fav. I did it once and my parents looked at me funny)

7) SAY -DING at each floor.

8) SAY "I wonder what all these do?" And push all the red buttons.

9) MAKE explosion noises when anyone presses a button.

10) STARE, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce: "I have new socks on."

11) WHEN the elevator is silent, look around and ask: "Is that your beeper?"

12) TRY to make personal calls on the emergency phone.

13) DRAW a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers: "This is my personal space."

14) WHEN there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder, then pretend it wasn't you.

15) PUSH the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.

16) ASK if you can push the button for other people but push the wrong ones.

17) HOLD the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say "Hi, Greg. How's your day been?"

How to Tell if You're a Writer

If you talk to yourself.

If you talk to yourself about talking to yourself (i.e. ‘I wonder why I talk to myself so much?’)

If, when you talk to yourself, you sometimes speak as if talking to another person (i.e. ‘Okay, so have you ever noticed that the word ‘deliver’ could mean removing someone’s liver?’)

If, after uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand in awe and say, ‘Wow, this is good stuff for sugar highs!’

If you live off of sugar and caffeine.

If people start to notice that you tend to check your e-mail every day for a week, then suddenly disappear off the face of the planet.

If your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random. (Heck, yeah!)

If, when replying to someone else’s e-mail, you are sometimes so random that you fail to address the original message altogether. (Sometimes...most of the time... *nibbles cookie so doesn't have to speak more*)

If, no matter where you are in your room, you never have to so much as get up to reach a pen/pencil and paper. (I have literally thousands of pencils scattered around my house, and, like, nine objects used to write. Two laptops, three notebooks, over two hundred sticky notes, another carry-me-in-a-purse notebook, agenda, and hand. Yes, I write on my hand. A LOT.)

If the letters are starting to wear off on the keys of your keyboard.

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this because in the Bible it says "If you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven."

FANFICTION- UNITED NATIONS! Has anyone else noticed how a lot of us get along and make friends on here and we can be from completely different countries? We're here making world peace on the INTERNET and we have all those ambassadors and senators and whatever struggling with it! If you realize this (or read this and agreed) copy and paste this and add your name and country (country is optional) to the list. SPREAD THE PEACE!:

Naruto-fan-Okami-chan (USA), DGMSilverAirHead03(USA), Crystal Amethyst (Armenia), InoueR0xO (Pakistan), poohxebony (USA), DreamingInThePast (Spain), loves2readandwrite (USA), SeaDevil (Sweden), Vampgal212 (U.K.), Verdigurl ( New Zealand), Animerockchic (Republic of Ireland), Momoka64 (USA), Ve Kuraresa Bleach (USA), AFleetingPhantom (U.K.), EpicHeroLaugh(USA), Fruity-Dragonfly (USA), 9foxgrl (USA), Potato Jam 7 (USA), Bookworm1756 (Canada) candyland7 (USA),LiveRatherThanJustSurvive(U.K)

Month oneMommy, 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 TwoMommy, 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 ThreeYou 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 FourMommy, 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 FiveYou 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 SixI 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 SevenMommy, 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.

A STORY DISCLAIMER: THIS ISNT MINE

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.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Girls

are like

apples on trees.

The best ones are

at the top of the tree.

The boys don't want to reach

for the good ones because they

are afraid of falling and getting hurt.

Instead, they just get the rotten apples

from the ground that aren't as good,

but easy. So the apples at the top think

something is wrong with them, when in

reality, they're amazing. They just

have to wait for the right boy to

come along, the one who's

brave enough to

climb all

the way

to the top

of the tree.

Girl: Slow down, I'm scared!

Guy: No, this is fun.

Girl: No, it's not. Please, I'm scared.

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: I love you, now slow down!

Guy: Now give me a big hug.

Girl: *She gives him a big hug*

Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself, it's bothering me.

In the newspaper the next day, a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it and only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized his break wasn't working, but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him one last time that she loved him. Then he had her put on his helmet so that she could live.

YOU KNOW YOU ARE ADDICTED TO FANFICTION WHEN:

10. You no longer refer to comments as "comments." They are now known only as "reviews."

9. Pens are for idiots, and you wouldn't be caught dead with one. How on earth are you supposed to erase when you want to rewrite?

8. You start laughing at the most inopportune times because you remembered something funny from a fanfic.

7. You pretend to take notes, but really you're getting a head start on your latest ficlet.

6. Short disclaimers are for losers. Whoever thinks up the craziest (or goriest O.O) gets a cookie.

5. You can't write for English class because you've used up all your ideas for fanfiction. (YES)

4. A story idea isn't a story idea. It's a plot bunny.

3. You hear people talking about a ship (the water variety), and you jump, like, five feet in the air and act like you've never heard the word used outside of the fanfiction context.

2. Whenever something inspiring happens, you screech, "Ooh! Fanfic idea!" and then immerse yourself in writing for the next three hours.

1. You repost this onto your profile! :)

This is the stupidity test! 100 stupid things that people do! Bold the ones that you have done!

1. Forgot to put the lid on the blender, turned it on, and had everything fly out2. Gotten your head stuck between the stair rails3. Broken a chair by leaning back in it4. Had gum fall out of your mouth while you were talking5. Choked on your own spit while you were talking6. 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 head7. 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 pull10. Tried to pull open a door that said push11. Have actually believed someone when they said that they knew how to make a love potion12. Have hit yourself in the process of trying to hit something else14. Have actually exploded marshmallows in the microwave15. Have gotten gum stuck in your hair16. Had gum fall out of your mouth while trying to blow a bubble17. Have had the juice from a mini tomato squirt out and hit somebody else when you bit into it18. Have had your drink come out your nose because you were laughing so hard19. Have called one of your good friends by the wrong name20. Have skinned your toe because you were playing soccer or kickball with flip flops on or you were barefoot21. Have put a sticker on your forehead, forgot it was there, and went out in public with it on22. Have fallen out of a moving vehicle.23. Have run into a closed door24. Have almost shot someone with a real gun while trying to shoot something else25. Searched for your cell phone while you were talking on it26. It has taken you longer than 5 min to get a joke27. Have gotten your hair stuck in a blow dryer28. Have gotten your hair stuck in a fan29. Tripped on a crack in the sidewalk30. Said o'clock after saying how many min after the hour, example: 5:30 o'clock, or 6:15 o'clock31. After someone told you that there was gum on the ground, you stepped in it32. Put on a white shirt even though you already knew it was raining outside33. Have ever walked up to a stranger because you thought they were someone else34. Ever been kicked out of a grocery store off their property35. Touched the stove, the curling iron, a hot pan, etc on purpose even though you knew it was hot36. Picked out your change of clothes, took off the ones you had on and then accidentally put the old clothes back on37. Wondered why something wasn't working then realized it wasn't plugged in38. Put the cereal in the fridge, or put the milk in the cupboard39. Walked into a pole40. Wore two different earrings or shoes by accident41. Put your shirt on backwards/inside-out without realizing it then left your house42. Tried to take a picture of your/someone's eye with the flash on43. Gotten a ring stuck on your finger because you put it on even though you knew it was too small44. Walked out of the bathroom with toilet paper stuck to your shoe without realizing it45. Went to go do something/go get something, then when you got there forgot what is was that you were going to do.46. Picked up someone else's drink and drank out of it by accident when your drink was right next to it47. Fallen out of your chair while trying to pick something up48. Have poked yourself in the eye49. Have gotten in the shower with your socks still on50. Melted your hairbrush while blow drying your hair51. Have done enough stupid things to make a test52. Have accidentally stabbed yourself with a pencil53. Have sung the wrong verse to a song without realizing it54. 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 were56. Looked into an overhead light purposely while it was on57. Got up early and got ready for school/work/meeting, then realized that you didn't have school/work/meeting that day.58. Have tripped on a cord after someone told you to watch out for it60. Have ever laughed at a joke or movie that no one else thought was funny61. Done the Macarena to the electric slide or vice versa62. Said funner, then had someone make fun of you for it63. Have repeated yourself at least twice in the same sentence64. Brought up an inside joke with the wrong person65. 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 side66. Did more work than you had to on an assignment because you didn't read the directions67. Corrected someone's grammar/pronunciation then figured out that you were the one that was wrong68. Put something in a special place so that you would remember where it was, then forgot where you put it69. 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 caught71. When wearing goggles, you pulled them away from your face and let go so that they would come back and snap you in the face72. Forgot to make sure that the lamp was off before you replaced the light bulb73. Ran into a door jamb74. Told someone that you hardly ever do stupid things, then immediately did/said something stupid75. Told someone to watch out for something, then you were the one that ran into it76. Have purposely licked playground sand77. Have purposely and repeatedly flicked yourself with a rubber band78. Gotten so hyper that someone actually thought you were drunk when you weren't79. Have been so hyper you actually scared people80. Put duct tape on your body then pulled it off to see if it would pull your hairs out81. Put duct tape on your hair/someone else's hair then pulled it off82. Put a clothes pin/hair clip on your lip, figured out that it hurt, then did it again83. Sat and wondered why men’s dress shirts have a loop on the back84. 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 about85. Have gotten a hairbrush stuck in your hair86. Used the straw to blow the straw wrapper at someone 87. Shaved your tongue because you thought your taste buds looked weird88. When at a restaurant/cafeteria, you used your spoon to fling stuff at people89. Have flung forks at people in a restaurant/cafeteria90. 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/pencil92. Have drawn finger puppets on your fingers then named them (I once named the birthmark I have on my palm.)93. Have wrapped someone in a roll of toilet paper 94. Have used somebody else's toothbrush without even realizing it wasn't yours95. Started telling a story and forget what you were talking about or what happened in the story96. When you saw a ‘beware of dog’ sign, you told the owners to beware of the dogs not realizing they owned the dogs97. You have spelled your own name wrong before98. When lying in bed you look for pictures in the texture of the ceiling99. Have used your calculator as a form of communication in class100. Have popped a balloon in your mouth

School – 1957 vs 2007:

Scenario: Jack goes rabbit shooting before school, pulls into school parking lot with rifle in gun rack.1957: Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack's rifle, goes to his car and gets his rifle chats with Jack about guns.2007: School goes into lock down, Star Force called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his ute or gun again. Counsellors called in for traumatized students and teachers.

Scenario: Johnny and Mark get into a fistfight after school.1957: Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies.2007: Police called, SWAT team arrives, arrests Johnny and Mark. Charge them with assault, both expelled even though Johnny started it.

Scenario: Robbie won't be still in class, disrupts other students.1957: Robbie sent to office and given six of the best by the Principal. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.2007: Robbie given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. Tested for ADD. School gets extra money from state because Robbie has a disability.

Scenario: Billy breaks a window in his neighbour’s car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.1957: Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman.2007: Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy removed to foster care and joins a gang. State psychologist tells Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has affair with psychologist.

Scenario: Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school.1957: Mark gets glass of water from Principal to take aspirin with.2007: Police called, Mark expelled from school for drug violations. Car searched for drugs and weapons.

Scenario: Pedro fails high school English.1957: Pedro goes to summer school, passes English and goes to college.2007: Pedro's cause is taken up by state. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist. AFRE files class action lawsuit against state school system and Pedro's English teacher. English banned from core curriculum. Pedro given diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.

Scenario: Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from 4th of July, puts them in a model airplane paint bottle, blows up a bullant nest.1957: Ants die.2007: Star Force, Federal Police Anti-Terrorism Squad called. Johnny charged with domestic terrorism, Feds investigate parents, siblings removed from home, computers confiscated, Johnny's Dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.

Scenario: Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.1957: In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.2007: Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy.

...What kind of sick world do we live in!?

A science professor begins his school year with a lecture to the students: "Let me explain the problem science has with religion."

The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

"You're a Christian, aren't you, son?"

"Yes, sir," the student says.

"So you believe in God?"

"Absolutely."

"Is God good?"

"Sure! God's good."

"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"

"Yes."

Now the professor asks, "Are you good or evil?"

"The Bible says I'm evil," replies the student.

The professor grins knowingly.

"Aha! The Bible!" He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"

"Yes, sir, I would."

"So you're good…!"

"I wouldn't say that."

"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't."

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"

The student remains silent.

"No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"

"Er… yes," the student says.

"Is Satan good?"

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."

"Then where does Satan come from?"

The student falters. "From God," he answers after a few moments.

"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"

"Yes, sir."

"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?"

"Yes."

"So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil."

Again, the student has no answer. "Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?"

The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."

"So who created them?"

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Who created them?" There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues onto another student. "Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?"

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor, I do."

The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?"

"No, sir. I've never seen Him."

"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"

"No, sir, I have not."

"Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?"

"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."

"Yet you still believe in him?"

"Yes."

"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?"

"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."

"Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith."

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own. "Professor, is there such thing as heat?"

"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."

"And is there such a thing as cold?"

"Yes, son, there's cold too."

"No, sir, there isn't."

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest, minus 458 degrees.

"Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

"What about darkness, professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?"

"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation. "What is night if it isn't darkness?"

"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word.

"In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?"

"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed."

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you explain how?"

"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure.

"Sir, science can't explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.

"Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?"

"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."

"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

"Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an ongoing endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?"

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean."

The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out into laughter.

"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir."

"So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?"

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll have to take them on faith."

"Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life," the student continues. "Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?"

Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course, there is. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."

To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."

The professor sat down.

If you take comfort in the fact that God gave the world his only son, add this to your profile.

97 of you wont repost this:when Jesus died he was thinking of youif you care repost this,watch what God will do96 of teens wont stand up for God...copy and paste if ur one of the 4 who will

Her hair was up in a ponytail, her favourite dress tied with a bow.Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.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, 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, 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 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 offend her; 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 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 favourite 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.

"My Daddy 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 closed 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 saw before them, or 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 star.And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.

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

Feel honoured to serve such a leader who loves us...

If you believe in the tiune God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

then copy and paste this in your profile

If you ignore him, in the Holy Bible, Jesus says...

"If you deny me before man, I will deny you before my Father in Heaven...

Deck of Cards

It was quiet that day, the guns and the mortars, and land mines for some reason hadn't been heard.

The young soldier knew it was Sunday, the holiest day of the week.

As he was sitting there, he got out an old deck of cards and laid them out across his bunk.

Just then an army sergeant came in and said, 'Why aren't you with the rest of the platoon?'

The soldier replied, 'I thought I would stay behind and spend some time with the Lord.'

The sergeant said, 'Looks to me like you're going to play cards.'

The soldier said, 'No, sir. You see, since we are not allowed to have Bibles or other spiritual books in this country,

I've decided to talk to the Lord by studying this deck of cards.'

The sergeant asked in disbelief, 'How will you do that?'

'You see the Ace, Sergeant? It reminds me that there is only one God.

The Two represents the two parts of the Bible, Old and New Testaments

The Three represents the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost.

The Four stands for the Four Gospels: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John .

The Five is for the five virgins, there were ten, but only five of them were glorified.

The Six is for the six days it took God to create the Heavens and Earth.

The Seven is for the day God rested after making His Creation.

The Eight is for the family of Noah and his wife, their three sons and their wives -- the eight people God spared from the flood that destroyed the Earth.

The Nine is for the lepers that Jesus cleansed of leprosy. He cleansed ten, but nine never thanked Him.

The Ten represents the Ten Commandments that God handed down to Moses on tablets made of stone.

The Jack is a reminder of Satan, one of God's first angels, but he got kicked out of heaven for his sly and wicked ways and is now the joker of eternal hell.

The Queen stands for the Virgin Mary.

The King stands for Jesus, for he is the King of all kings.

When I count the dots on all the cards, I come up with 365 total, one for every day of the year.

There are a total of 52 cards in a deck; each is a week - 52 weeks in a year.

The four suits represent the four seasons: Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter.

Each suit has thirteen cards -- there are exactly thirteen weeks in a quarter.

So when I want to talk to God and thank Him, I just pull out this old deck of cards and they remind me of all that I have to be thankful for.'The sergeant just stood there. After a minute, with tears in his eyes and pain in his heart, he said, 'Soldier, can I borrow that deck of cards?'

Please let this be a reminder and take time to pray for all of our soldiers who are being sent away, putting their lives on the line fighting for US.

Prayer for the Military.

Please keep the wheel rolling. It will only take a few seconds of your time, but it'll be worth it to read on...

Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands.

Protect them.

Bless them and their families.

I ask this in the name of Jesus, our Lord and Savior.

Amen.

When you read this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our servicemen and women all around the world.

There is nothing attached, but this can be very powerful.

Of all the gifts you could give a Soldier, prayer is the very best one.

Do not stop the wheel, please -- just send this on.

Johnny Brought A Gun To School

Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school, he told his friends that it was cool, and when he pulled the trigger back

It shot with a great crack! Mummy I was a good girl, I did what I was told, I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold

But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye, I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry

When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another, and all because he got the gun from his older brother

Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much, and please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush

And tell my little sister that she is the only one now, and tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best

Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest, mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class, and never to forget this and please don't let this pass

Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this, mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss

And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try, I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry

Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest, but mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest, mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack

Mummy listen to me if you would, I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new, I guess I'm not going with daddy, on that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid, I wanted to be an actress

Mummy I wanted to live, but mummy I must go now the time is getting late

Mummy tell my Chris, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date , I love you mummy I always have, I know you know it's true

Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you", In memory of the Columbian students that were lost

Please if you would, pass this around, I'd be happy if you could

Don't smash this on the ground, if you pass this on, maybe people will cry

Just keep this in heart, for the people that didn't get to say "goodbye"

When you were 5, your mom gave you an ice-cream cone. You thanked her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming to soccer to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mom paid for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thaned her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mom paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mom drove you to college. You thanked her by saying goodbye outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to in front of your friends.

When you were 26, your mom paid for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.

When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents are to their children.

Then on night she died quietly and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If you love your mom, copy and paste this in your profile. If you don't, then you won't care if your mom dies, will you?

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

To all other young fiction authors out there. Copy and paste if you wish. It just needs to be said, and needs to be heard;

You may be a reject. You may not be smooth with the spoken word. You may be the most popular kid in school. You may be the boss at your office. You may be short or tall or heavy or light or anorexic or white or dark or struck by an unfriendly label. You may be the homeless guy on the corner or the one inside the store signing books as you hand them out. You may listen to Justin Bieber or to Three Days Grace. But what you are is a writer; never doubt the power of what you can do. Tell me, what did you learn more from this year; the President, or the Hunger Games? The senator or Rick Riordan? The public speaker or Clarissa Fray? Your boss or Pi Patel? American Idol or the Twilight Saga? A list of facts or Harry Potter? Which of them stole the most of your time? Which is more well-known?

It's the book. Every time. People fail to realize flaws in our society in their own lives, but they see it in District Twelve and in the Capitol. Books make clear what we can't see with the naked eye. Authors are the ones that speak to people's hearts. Writers are the ones people turn to for lessons and entertainment. It's been this way for thousands of years. We are the teachers of every child who opens a book. The themes we write are the themes they learn. We are there in every life, a quiet influence bound in a pretty cover, months' worth of work and reading, colored with imagery built around the lightning rod of an unforgettable plot line. A story spent months reading is memorable more than a speech listened to for just five minutes. I can't name all the leaders of the world right now, nor what they decide to preach about, but I can tell you all the characters from Percy Jackson, and every little thing they taught me. And they are things worth learning.

So don't think there's a better way to make a point. Don't think there's a better way to reach your audience. Fiction stories have been striking the hearts of their readers farther back than anyone alive can remember. And striking the heart is what makes literature so different from everything else. Don't ever doubt your ability to show someone something new, to teach them a life lesson, or the importance of what you have to say. Say it in this foreign language everyone knows. Decorate it with characters and light it with sights and smells and sounds and touches and tastes and give it to the public gift-wrapped with your finest effort. Because I guarantee you, someone is bound to hear you clearer than they've heard anyone else before.

I hope you've found some words of inspiration. The world needs it desperately. Do us all a favor, all you writers, and come out of hiding. We've had the greatest influence of all over people of the past, and as we act now, we are the ones influencing the future. We have more knives and pens than the BVB Army, more sway in society than the Senate, (whom we have proved this to before), more power than any celebrity you could name. I'm calling on you now. Rise up. I dare you to write something today that readers won't forget. I challenge you to make someone cry with one thin little page of text. I urge, no, I demand you to put something down on paper that'll be copied and produced and remembered for longer than Ancient Mythologies have been. I dare you to slam a revolving door*. I demand you to write a message in the folds of a book and watch how, in awe, people unwrap it. Watch your footprints stand bold against the falling snow and refuse to be covered. It is all possible, I assure you. You have no idea just what power you hold in a pen - or a keyboard - until you use it.

And right now, the world needs you to use it more than ever.

We, writers, have made history. We were the ones to record it. And that ability has not changed at all, just our awareness and will to use it. We were given the gift language and storytelling for a reason.

This is that reason. It's calling. So ask yourself what message you want to send. Ponder about what you want to say. Because the world is listening to us above all other beings currently on this earth. Us, not the movies, not the official-labeled politicians, not the superstars. And it's our job to give it a story worthwhile.If yuo can raed tihs, cnorgadluatoins! you are one of the samrt peploe who dno't need to look at the wrod idniviudlaly, but as a wolhe! Olny samrt poelpe can raed tihs bceuase tehy are good raedres. Msot good raedres can raed wrdos wehn the frist and lsat ltetres of the wrod are the smae, and tehre are the smae auomnt of lteters in the wrod...if you could read that, copy and paste this onto your profile

"We read to know that we are not alone." -C.S. Louis.

"People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long." -Johnny Depp.

"Destinity is for losers. It's just a stupid excuse to wait for things happen instead of making them happen." -Blair Waldorf.

"Anything that comes easy, must come wrong" -Josephine Tessier

"I keep six honest serving men (They taught me all I know); Their names are What and Why and When and How and Where and Who." -Rudyard Kipling

"Writers aren't exactly people, they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." -F. Scott Fitzgerald

"A writer is a world trapped in a person." -Victor Hugo

"Oh look, I survived, I love when I do that." -(I can't remember)

19 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity

1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars.

2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.

3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that.

4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label it "In".

5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.

6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Smuggling Drugs".

7. Finish All Your sentences with "In Accordance With The Prophecy".

8. dont use any punctuation

9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.

10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.

11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go".

12. Sing Along At The Opera.

13. Go To A Poetry Recital. And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme?

14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play tropical Sounds All Day.

15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In The Mood.

16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom.

17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won! I Won!"

18. When Leaving the Zoo, Start Running towards the Parking lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives! They're Loose!"

19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner, "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."

XXX

If you have ever tripped over air, copy this into your profile.

If the majority of your free time is spent reading manga, watching anime, playing video games or writing fanfiction, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you easily finish one novel a day, copy this onto your profile.

Post this on your profile if you hate child abuse!

Please. Everyone of us can do Something to stop child abuse.

I don't know what it is.

Maybe you know someone who is abused. Maybe you can help them in some way.

I don't know what it is.

Maybe you where abused when you where a child. Maybe you know someone who abuses there child.

I don't know what it is.

Maybe The only thing you can do is Pray, Pray that it ends. Pray that someday people will see that its bad, Your prays WILL help make it stop.

I don't know what it is.

But I CAN tell you that EVERY. SINGLE. One of us can do something to help make it stop.

That EVERY. SINGLE. One of us WILL make a difference. EVERY. SINGLE. One of us can help make this world a better place for the children of this world. WILL make this place a better world.

I know what I can do. I know it might make people think ill of me, I know it might make people not like me, but I KNOW its the right thing to do and I WILL do it.

But the question is, are you willing to do what you know is the right thing? Are you willing to help make Child Abuse STOP? Will YOU help make this world a safer place for all the children in the world that God gave us?

Its up to you, no one can make you

We all know what we can do, But the question is.

Will. You. Do. It?

Its up to you...

Dear Bullies,

That boy you made fun of today in class? He killed himself a few minutes ago. That girl you called dumb? She has dyslexia. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. That woman you called bald? She has cancer. That man you laughed at for having scars on his face? He fought for our country. That boy you punched in the hallway? He's already abused at home. That child you called retarded for being in a wheelchair? He risked his life to save a four year old.

You think you know them? Wrong, you don't.

97% of you will ignore this, but 3% will copy and paste this. Those 3% have a heart.