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Hi everyone, thanks for taking the time to look at my profile, obviously you were either curious or deemed me worthy of a visit. =) So I have written alot of Twilight stuff but thats not really my thing anymore. I love Chuck, Firefly, Anything Marvel and yeah a whole lot of other stuff that I can't think of atm. Feel free to message or whatever for whatever reason. I won't bore you with the details, really I just wanna go and eat my dinner. =)

You know you live in 2008 when...

1. You go to a party, sit down and take MySpace pics.

2. You haven’t played solitaire with real cards in years.

3. The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is that they don't have AIM/LiveJournal/MySpace.

4. You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the button on the TV.

6. Your evening activity is sitting at the computer.

7. You read this list, and keep nodding and smiling.

8. You think about how stupid you are for reading this.

9. You were too busy to notice number five.

10. You actually scrolled back up to check if there was a number five.

11. And now you're laughing at your stupidity.

12. Put this in your profile if you fell for it...You know you did.

Very sad story...

A guy and girl were speeding over 100 mph on a road
Girl:"Slow down. Im scared."
Guy:"No, this is fun."
Girl:"No, its not. Please, its too scary."
Guy:"Then tell me you love me."
Girl:"Fine, I love you. Slow down!"
Guy:"Now give me a BIG hug."
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: "Can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself? Its bugging me."

Paper the next day: motorcycle crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people riding. Only one survived.
The truth: Halfway down the road, the guy realized the brakes went out, and he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug him one last time, then had her put on his helmet. So that she would live, even though it meant that he wouldn't.

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could do to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael would sing to his sister in Mommy's tummy.

The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen. Then the labor pains came. Every five minutes . . . every minute.

But complications arose during delivery. Hours of labor. A C-Section was required. Finally, Michael's little sister was born, but she was in serious condition. With sirens howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital in Knoxville, Tennessee.

The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, "There is little hope. Be prepared for the worst." Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. The had fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby — now they plan a funeral. Michael, kept begging his parent to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he says.

Week two in intensive care. It looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care.

Karen made up her mind. She would take Michael whether they liked it or not. If he didn't see his sister now, he would never see her alive.

She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed in ICU."

The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"

Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael


"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray —"

Instantly the baby girl responded. The pulse rate became calm and steady.

"You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away —"

The ragged strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr.

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms . . ."

Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her. Tears conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away."

Funeral plans were scrapped. The next day, the very next day, the little girl was well enough to go home! Woman's Day magazine called it "the miracle of a brother's song." The medical staff just called it a miracle.






!Fake friends ask for food ,

reall friends are the reason you got no food.

FAKE FRiENDS: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.
REAl FRiENDS: Call your parents Dad/Mom

FAKE FRiENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAl FRiENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "DAMN . dat was soo fun1 lets do dat again!

FAKE FRiENDS: never seen you cry.
REAl FRiENDS: cry with you

FAKE FRiENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAl FRiENDS: keep your stuff 4 so long they forget it's yours.

FAKE FRiENDS: know a few things about you.
REAl FRiENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRiENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAl FRiENDS: Will kick the whole that left you.

FAKE FRiENDS: Would knock on your front door.
REAl FRiENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"

FAKE FRiENDS: Are for a while.
REAl FRiENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRiENDS: Will hold an umbrella for you in the rain.
REAl FRiENDS: will take the umbrella and say "Run run run!"

FAKE FRiENDS: will talk rubbish the person who talks rubbish about you.
REAl FRiENDS: Will knock them out




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: Do you think i'm pretty?

Boy: No.

Girl: Do i ever cross your mind?

Boy: No.

Girl: Do you like me?

Boy: No.

Girl: Do you want me?

Boy: No.

Girl: Would you cry if i left?

Boy: No.

Girl: Would you live for me?

Boy: No.

Girl: Choose...Me or ur life.

Boy: My life.

The Girl runs away in shock, pain, and tears. The Boy runs after her and grabs her arm.

Boy: I don't think you're pretty because i think you're beautiful. You don't cross my mind cause your always on my mind. I don't like you because i love you. I don't want you i need you. I wouldn't cry if you left i would die. I wouldn't live for you i would die for you. I would choose my life because you ARE my life!!!


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