Okay, ummm, I guess I'll start with who I am?
About me: Essentially I'm Afro-Canadian but I have a very big background that I'm not gonna get into. Umm, I was born in 1996 (you do the math) and my personality...Well, I'm random at times, moody to the point where one of my friends playfully called my bi-polar (ouch) aaand I'm told by many people that I'm intelligent but I don't use it much...Oh! I'm very skillful in the things I find interesting and I do poorly at the things I LOSE interest in...horrible I know. I'm an 'in the closet' pervert too.
Things I like:
Stories that are well written grammatically speaking and in general.
Dark Chocolate and mint (mixed or not doesn't matter)
I like teasing the people who are very close to me and I know I can get away with it! XD
Masochist at times so...think what you want about me.
Seeing guys cry (it's nice to show a bit of emotion at times right?)
There's more about me that I actually can't think about right now! Might update later
Things I hate:
When girls cry (including myself) I don't know why it just...looks gross :(
People who manipulate others into doing bad things. (ex: peer pressure...)
The fact that I can't think of anything else to say at the moment (will update)
Things I fear:
Being abandoned by the ones I love
Colors I like:
Black (though it's a shade)
Red (dark or semi-light)
Colors I hate:
Even if it's not neon sometimes: yellow, orange (except on Halloween)
White (shade) It reflects off of EVERYTHING!!!!!!! Even snow when it's only a BIT sunny out burns my eyes (blinding me!!!!)
Favorite subjects in school:
Basically languages in general.
Subjects I hate!!!!:
MATH!!!!!!! WHY DOES IT EXIST!?????
starting to dislike French since I've had it since kindergarten and it's the same every year since grade 2
Geography (it's the same as every year and I've lost interest in it.)
Fruits I like (for the hell of it):
Bananas and Oranges (ironically, their orange and yellow) :D
The reason why I might be an S or M: My friend is really...something. She's so mean at times! She's blunt and direct and doesn't hold back with any comments! She also bites, scratches and kicks...but I suppose that's why I like hanging out with her? Anyway, she's the reason I am the way I am...
something I will absotively NOT tolerate is...: Bullying. I hate it and don't support it in any way.
I really like BL (boy's love)
there's a LOT more I want to write down but...well I'm bad at writing about myself like this, can't think of anything really. :) Bye
oh wait! Please read this story. It's a true one and it touched my heart deeply. I actually sat there crying. No it did not happen to me:
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:
you can go on and forget about this or you can copy and paste in it on your profile. whichever you pick is you desicion!
1) Repost this message, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
They say "Guns don't kill people, people kill people." Well I think the guns help. If you stood there and yelled BANG, I don't think you'd kill to many people.
In 1903, a young woman by the name of Lulu was killed by her father, George. She was drowned in a bath tub where George had slit her wrists to make it look like a suicide. The body was found several days after and George was nowhere to be found. Investigators searched and searched and finally two days later, George was found dead in an abandoned bath tub, killed in the same way his daughter was. Now that you read this story, you must post this in your profile or else...you won't die. :) (Chain Stuff=Annoying)
I don't believe in this. I just wanted to put in my nice side comments. :D
You know that every night before you go to sleep there is a person of the opposite sex who is thinking about you (Awkward). They want to kiss you, they want to be with you, they are always thinking about you (Stalker, much?), this is all true, not fake. If you post this within the next 5 minutes the person that is longing (How do they even know who I am!? Stalker-ish) to be with you will approach you within the 1 month and ask you out and grab you and kiss you (Some, by that I mean most, people consider that to be Sexual Assault.) but if you break this chain, no one will like you or ask you out for the next 5 years...(Well good, then I won't be stalked.)
This one too: :D
This is a true story (Liar). A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu (What?! Where's my translation?!)," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling(That's f'd up.). She will suffocate you like she was suffocated(What'd I do?!). If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you(But this ain't real..). Your kindness will be rewarded. Lucillia
"They hurt her..."
About six years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by five girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn't submerge, the police were called. They went down and brought up 17-year-old Carmen Winstead's body, with her neck broken from hitting the ladder, then the concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone she fell... They believed them.
FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.
Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.
If you don't repost this saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.
F*G HAAAAAATE Chain mail like the one above but I got scared, so...sorry to anyone and everyone who's read it already