Hey people!

Anyone here is totally welcome!

Anyway, here is some things about myself!

Name: I'm not going to say that so... call me whatever you want!

Age: Again I'm not going to say so... sorry.

Gender: Male

Favorite Sports: Basketball, handball, swimming, running, and a lot of different other stuff.

Favorite Movie: Comedy, Action, Adventure, Sci-Fi Romance, and for the movies... EVERYTHING!!!

Favorite Books/Series: Harry Potter, Chronicles of Narnia, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Artemis Fowl, Heroes of Olympus, The Kane Chronicles, The Hunger Games, Holes, Toby Wheeler and the 8th Grade Bench-Warmer, Small Steps, I.Q. Series, and MORE

The books I am most comfortable with: Harry Potter and Percy Jackson. Dunno why.

Favorite Hobby: Being active and playing sports.

I like to: Imagine, think, hang out with friends, listen to music read books, organize, be clean, go to the beach, celebrate, learn new facts and knowledge.

I am: Christian, human, male, weird, crazy, humble, and sometimes awesome!

Siblings: Two older sisters.

I want to: help people, and really, really want to experience what its like to be poor and and have hardships and difficulty.

Favorite Subjects: Reading, History, Science , Math, Geography, P.E.,(That's a subject, right?) and art.

I am obsessed with: Assassins Creed, Books, Internet, and T.V.

Favorite Songs: I don't really have favorites

QUESTIONS I HAVE INSIDE MY BRAIN!

WHY DID J.K ROWLING HAVE TO QUIT WRITING HARRY POTTER!!!??? T_T

WHY IS RICK RIORDAN SO GOOD WITH CLIFFHANGERS?!

IS HE GOING TO QUIT WRITING ABOUT PERCY JACKSON AND THE KANE CHRONICLES?!

CAN you get drunk on soda?? My made up word: SODAHOLIC!! GET IT? ALCOHOLIC=SODAHOLIC

I love and hate time!!!! Why does there have to be time??!! Its always too late or too early for me.

Why does people find nudity and poo disgusting??!! Its natural.

If you could control water, could you control other humans because they have water inside their blood or would they explode like my friends say?

Why do you feel like you NEED a series after you've read good book?

Stories I found on other profiles:

Month One

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

Month Two

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

Month Three

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

Month Four

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

Month Five

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

Month Six

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

Month Seven

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

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

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

3 Choices: 1) Re-post this 2) Put it on your profile 3) Ignore it

Another Story I found on another profile:

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall." Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister." Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!" Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me! I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses." A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

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