There's not a whole lot to me, but I'll try and fill in this empty space.

Writing -- I write down whatever comes to mind --dreams, random scenes, whatever-- and if it looks pretty okay to me I'll post it here. I like to try new things. I love when people push me towards my goal which, half the time, is to write another chapter of a story.

Music -- My primary love is Weezer! I listen to anything, but I really like alternative rock and pop.

Books -- To name a few...
Unwind by Neal Shusterman
Full Tilt by Neal Shusterman
The Demonata Series by Darren Shan
The Cirque Du Freak Series by Darren Shan
The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
Tex by S.E. Hinton
The House of Night Series by P.C. Cast and Kristen Cast
The Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins
Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series by Rick Riordan

Hobbies -- Reading, writing, drawing, teaching myself how to play piano (Actually, I'm teaching myself how to teach myself how to play piano. Confusing, no?) and band!

Hm, that was short! Told ya there wasn't much to me. :P

I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cell phone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.

But, I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with a lot of things, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things.

You Know You're Obsessed With the Outsiders When...

You laugh every time you drink a soft drink for reasons unknown to people around you.

You name your horse (Or any other pet) Ponyboy.

You've looked up Robert Frost poems before, just to read Nothing Gold Can Stay from a million different sources.

You've read Gone With the Wind, even though it's more than a thousand pages long, for no other reason except because it was mentioned in The Outsiders.

If you HAVE read Gone With the Wind, you get randomly excited and squeal at the page where it quotes exactly, "riding into sure death because they were gallant".

You've started wearing black leather jackets, old jeans, and white t-shirts a lot more than you usually do.

You've researched the 60s for fun, and you have asked questions concerning the 60s to your baffled history teacher.

You've tried slicking back your hair with hair gel/grease and squealed happily at the results.

You've bleached your hair just because Ponyboy did.

You've started caring about your hair a lot more than you did before.

You've stopped getting haircuts.

You've started using the words, "ain't", "golly", "gee", "dig", and other old slang words proudly, not paying attention to the weird stares you're getting from people around you.

You've read the book so many times you could quote entire pages from it.

You love your English teacher for getting you to read it.

You announce to your stunned parents that your new favourite cartoon character is Mickey Mouse.

You want to hit people when your teacher's showing the Outsiders movie, and they don't pay attention to it/laugh at it.

You rush up to every random person reading the book, squealing and babbling about how amazing the book is, and how much they're gonna love it so much. You say these thing to COMPLETE STRANGERS too.

You suddenly wish you had a southern accent, and you love people who actally do.

You've developed a sudden interest in old movies.

You do a double take each time someone says the word "Soda" or "Pony".

You laugh every time you drink Pepsi (Ponyboy's addiction) or Coke. (Dally/Cherry incident)

You write "Stay Gold" as the last line of every letter you write.

You've paused the movie at the very beginning when Ponyboy writes in his composition book, and tried to copy his handwriting.

You've wondered what it would be like the live as a greaser in the 1960s.

Copy and paste to your profile if you have done any of the above things! XD I sure had fun writing it... :) Also add to it... Original by EternalBookworm

I found this a while ago... probably in an e-mail. I laughed so hard while reading it though! XD It's hillarious!

Billy Connolly’s 13 things I hate about people.

1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time…I know where my watch is pal, where the fuck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?

2. People who are willing to get off their arse to search the entire room for the tv remote because they refuse to walk to the tv and change the channel manually.

3. When people say “Oh, you just want your have your cake and eat it too”. Fucking right! What good is cake if you can’t eat it?

4. When people say “It’s always in the last place you look”. Of course it is. Why the fuck would people keep looking after you’ve found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?

5. When people say while watching a film “Did you see that?”. No tosser, I paid ten quid to come to the cinema and stare at the fucking floor.

6. People who ask “Can I ask a question?”. Didn’t really give me a choice there, did you sunshine?

7. When something is ‘new and improved!’. Which is it? If it’s new, then there has never been anything before it. If it’s an improvement, then there must have been something before it.

8. When people say “Life is short”. What the fuck? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever fucking does! What can you do that’s longer?

9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone says “Has the bus come yet?”. If the bus came would I be standing here, Knob Head?

10. People who say things like “My eyes aren’t what they used to be.”. So, what did they used to be? Ears? Wellington boots?

11. When you’re eating something and someone asks “Is that nice?”. No, it’s revolting. I always eat stuff I hate.

12. People who announce they are going to the toilet. Thanks, that’s an image I really didn’t need.

13. McDonalds staff who pretend they don’t understand you if you don’t insert the ‘Mc’ before every item you are ordering…. It has to be a McChicken burger, just a chicken burger gets blank looks….Well I’ll have a McStraw and jam it in your McEyes you fucking McTosser!

Favorite Quotes from The Outsiders (movie)

Two Bit: Hey baby, you wanna see what's hangin'?
Guy in the car: Gonna hang you, Two-Bit.

Johnny: I used to talk about killing myself all the time, man. But I don't wanna die now. It ain't long enough. Sixteen years ain't gonna be long enough. Hell, I wouldn't care so much if there hadn't been so many things I haven't done yet. So many damn things I ain't seen or done. That time when we were in Windrixville was the only time I've ever been away from my neighborhood.

Cherry: Can't you leave us alone? BE NICE AND LEAVE US ALONE!
Dallas: I'm never nice. Can I interest you in a Coca-Cola or a 7-Up?
Cherry: GET LOST HOOD!
Dallas: God, I didn't know you had this problem with, with yelling in my face.

Ponyboy: (after climbing through the church windows) Is the guy coming?
Johnny: No.
Ponyboy: Why? Too scared?
Johnny: Naw, too fat, man.

Nurse: Where's your gown?
Dallas: I threw it away.
Nurse: (rolls eyes) I can't wait till you're outta here.
Dallas: Get out, just get out! You make my stomach sick.
(laughs)

Dallas: We gotta win that fight tonight. We gotta get even with those Socs! Let's do it for Johnny, man. Let's do it for Johnny!

Steve: Hate to tell you this buddy, but you have to wear clothes to work. There's a law or something.

Steve: Beer for breakfast there, Two-Bit?

Johnny: Leave her alone, Dal.
Dallas: What'd you say?
Johnny: Come on, you heard me. Leave her alone.
Dallas: What'd you say? What'd you say to me you little sh-t? What'd you say to me? Wise a.

Johnny:I killed him. I killed that boy.
(Quiet, scared voice)
Johnny: I killed him.
Ponyboy: I think I'm gonna be sick
Johnny: Go ahead man, I won’t look at you.

Favorite Quotes from The Lightning Thief (movie)

Annabeth: (leaning in as if to kiss Percy, then swiping his sword) First rule of battle strategy. Don't ever let your opponent distract you.

Percy: (Gabe slaps Sally's butt) Oh, come on, man. You have to do that right here? That's disgusting. We're in a kitchen.

Grover: (the ferry man just burned the money he gave him) Come on man, You could've warned me...
(grumbling)
Grover: We're in a recession!

Percy: ...and you were a human - goat hybrid... thing
Grover: The politically correct term is satyr.

Annabeth: (from trailer) I definitely have strong feelings for you. I just haven't decided if they're positive or negative yet.

Chiron: (from trailer) They found him.
Percy: Who found me?.

Chiron: (from trailer) Use this to defend yourself. It's a powerful weapon.
Percy: This is a pen.
Chiron: Only use it in times of severe distress.
Percy: This is a pen.

Percy: I wish I could spend all day in the water instead of this place.
Grover: Oh, like High School without the musical.

Grover: Seeing the daughters of Aphrodite in the hot tub, and turning to Percy Daughters of Aphrodite... You know that that means man!

Favorite Quotes from Percy Jackson and the Olympians (books)

"Let us find the dam snack bar," Zoe said. "We should eat while we can."

Grover cracked a smile. "The dam snack bar?"

Zoe blinked. "Yes. What is funny?"

"Nothing," Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. "I could use some dam french fries."

Even Thalia smiled at that. "And I need to use the dam restroom."...I started cracking up, and Thalia and Grover joined in, while Zoe just looked at me. "I do not understand."

"I want to use the dam water fountain," Grover said.

"And..." Thalia tried to catch her breath. "I want to buy a dam t-shirt."

"Think positive. Tomorrow you're off to camp! After orientation, you've got your date-"

"It's not a date!" I protested. "It's just Annabeth, Mom. Jeez!"

"She's coming all the way from camp to meet you."

"Well, yeah."

"You're going to the movies."

"Yeah."

"Just the two of you."

"Mom!"

She held up her hands in surrender, but I could tell she was trying hard not to smile.

Ever had a flying burrito hit you? Well, it's a deadly projectile, right up there with cannonballs and grenades.

Grover was sniffing the wind, looking nervous. He fished out his acorns and threw them into the sand, then played his pipes. They rearranged themselves in a pattern that made no sense to me, but Grover looked concerned.

"That's us," he said. "Those five nuts right there."

"Which one is me?" I asked.

"The little deformed one," Zoe suggested.

"Oh, shut up."

In a way, it's nice to know that there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong. For instance, when you're walking away from a bus that's just been attacked by monster hags and blown up by lightning, and it's raining on top of everything else, most people might think that's just really bad luck; when you're a half-blood, you understand that some devine force is really trying to mess up your day.

It seemed weird calling a teenager 'sir' but I'd learned to be careful with immortals. They tended to get offended easily. Then, they blew stuff up.

Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face.

"Dreams like a podcast,
Downloading truth in my ears.
They tell me cool stuff.

"Apollo?" I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.

He put his finger to his lips. "I'm incognito. Call me Fred."

"A god named Fred?"

"I feel a haiku coming on." Apollo cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.

Green grass breaks through snow
Artemis pleads for my help
I am so cool.'

That last line was only four syllables," Artemis said.

Apollo frowned. "Was it?"

Yes. What about, 'I am so big-headed'?"

No, no, that's six syllables. Hmm." He started muttering to himself.

Zoe Nightshade turned to us. "Lord Apollo has been going through this haiku phase ever since he visited Japan. 'Tis not as bad as the time he visited Limerick. If I'd had to hear one more poem that started with, 'There was once a goddess from Sparta--"

I've got it!" Apollo announced. "'I am so awesome'. That's five syllables!" He bowed, looking very pleased with himself."

Hades raised an eyebrow. When he sat forward in his throne, shadowy faces appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment,as if the garment was stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out. The ADHD part of me wondered, off-task, whether the rest of his clothes were made the same way. What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades' underwear?

She said this in the same way you might say Fields of Punishment or Hades's gym shorts.

"Dance you guys!" Thalia ordered. "You look stupid just standing there."

I looked nervously at Annabeth, then at the groups of girls who were roaming the gym.

"Well?" Annabeth asked.

"Um, who should I ask?"

She punched me in the gut. "Me, Seaweed Brain."

"Oh. Oh right.

"Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot."

"He's the sun god," I said

"That's not what I meant."

"Percy, meet Gladiola. Gladiola,

I stared at Annabeth, figuring she'd crack up at this practical joke they were playing on me, but she looked deadly serious.

"I'm not saying hello to a pink poodle," I said. "Forget it."

"Percy," Annabeth said. "I said hello to the poodle. You say hello to the poodle."

The poodle growled.

I said hello to the poodle.

We did all the standard camp numbers: "Down By The Aegean," "I Am My Own Great-Great-Great-Great Grandpa," "This Land is Minos's Land.

"A demigod!" one snarled.

Eat it!" yelled another.

But that's as far as they got before I slashed a wide arc with Riptide and vaporized the entire front row of monsters.

Back off!" I yelled at the rest, trying to sound fierce. Behind them stood their instructor--a six-foot tall telekhine with Doberman fangs snarling at me. I did my best to stare him down.

“New lesson, class," I announced. "Most monsters will vaporize when sliced with a celestial bronze sword. This change is completely normal, and will happen to you right now if you don't BACK OFF!"

To my surprise, it worked. The monsters backed off, but there was at least twenty of them. My fear factor wasn't going to last that long.

I jumped out of the cart, yelled, "CLASS DISMISSED!" and ran for the exit."

Ever come home and found your room messed up? Like some helpful person (hi, Mom) has tried to "clean" it, and suddenly you can't find anything? And even if nothing is missing, you get that creepy feeling like somebody's been looking through your private stuff and dusting everything with lemon furniture polish?

"Dude!” said a party pony as he unloaded his gear. “Did you see that bear guy? He was all like: 'Whoa, I have an arrow in my mouth!"

What I did next was so impulsive and dangerous I should've been named ADHD poster child of the year.

Chiron insisted that we talk about the Labyrinth in the morning which is like 'Hey, your life's in mortal danger. Sleep tight!

I'd like to say I took the news well. The truth was, I wanted to strangle the Hunters of Artemis one eternal maiden at a time.

I'd love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera.

The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhhh!

"Hey, can I see that sword you were using?"

I showed him Riptide, and explained how it turned from a pen into a sword just by uncapping it.

“Cool! Does it ever run out of ink?"

“Um, well, I don't actually write with it."

“Are you really the son of Poseidon?"

“Well, yeah."

“Can you surf really well, then?"

I looked at Grover, who was trying hard not to laugh.

“Jeez, Nico," I said. "I've never really tried."

He went on asking questions. Did I fight a lot with Thalia, since she was a daughter of Zeus? (I didn't answer that one.) If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff? (I tried not to strangle Nico for asking that one.) Was Annabeth my girlfriend? (At this point, I was ready to stick the kid in a meat-flavored sack and throw him to the wolves.)

"You weren't able to talk sense into him?"

“Well, we kind of tried to kill each other in a duel to the death."

“I see. You tried the diplomatic approach."

Annabeth ran in right behind him, and I'll admit my heart did a little relay race in my chest when I saw her. It's not that she tried to look good. We'd been doing so many combat missions lately, she hardly brushed her curly blond hair anymore, and she didn't care what clothes she was wearing - usually the same old orange camp T-shirt and jeans, and once in a while her bronze armor. Her eyes were stormy gray. Most of the time we couldn't get through a conversation without tryign to strangle each other. Still, just seeing her made me feel fuzzy in the head. Last summer, before Luke turned into Kronos and everything went sour, there had been a few times when I thought maybe...well, that we might get past the strangle-each-other phase.

Annabeth wiped a tear from her cheek. "I'm glad you're not dead, Seaweed Brain."

"Thanks," I said. "Me too."

We locked eyes. I thought of a different time last summer, under Mount St. Helens, when Annabeth thought I was going to die, and she kissed me.

She cleared her throat and looked away. "Prophecy."

"Right." I put down the scimitar. "Prophecy."

Annabeth blushed. It dawned on me that she knew I'd been hanging out with Rachel, and I felt guilty. Then I felt angry that I felt guilty. I was allowed to have friends outside of camp, right?

I found myself staring at her, which was stupid since I'd seen her a billion times. She and I were about the same height this summer, which was a relief. Still, she seemed so much more mature. It was kind of intimidating. I mean, sure, she'd always been cute, but she was starting to be seriously beautiful.

Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up.

"You're cute when you're worried," she muttered. "Your eyebrows get all scrunched together."

I pulled her up and we lay trembling on the pavement. I didn't realize we had our arms around each other until she suddenly tensed.

"Um, thanks," She muttered.

I tried to say "Don't mention it," but it came out as "Uh duh."

"You're still my best friend."

He grinned. "Except for Annabeth."

"That's different."

"Yeah," he agreed. "It sure is."

Favorite Quotes From the Twilight Saga (book)

"I didn’t say it wasn’t the best night I’ve ever spent. Just that I didn’t get a lot of sleep. I thought Bella was never going to shut up."
-Jacob Black

"He’s like a drug for you, Bella. I see that you can’t live without him now. It’s too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun."
-Jacob Black

"Stupid leeches. Think they’re so superior."
-Jacob Black

"He’s brave. Brave as you are. Didn’t pass out or throw up or anything. I gotta say, I was impressed. You should’ve seen his face when I started taking my clothes off, though. Priceless."
-Jacob Black

"After a few minutes, he asked, real quietly, if you turned into an animal, too. And I said, ‘She wishes she was that cool!’"
-Jacob Black

"I wondered – would a bullet through my temple actually kill me or just leave a really big mess for me to clean up?"
-Jacob Black

"Go fetch a space heater. I’m not a St. Bernard."
-Jacob Black

"He thinks my translations leave something to be desired. What he actually thought was, ‘That’s really stupid. What is there to be worried about?’ I edited, because I thought it was rude."
-Edward Cullen

"I infuriate myself. The way I can’t seem to keep from putting you in danger. My very existence puts you at risk. Sometimes I truly hate myself."
-Edward Cullen

"I may not be a human, but I am a man."
-Edward Cullen

"Would you like me to help you sleep, Jacob?"
-Edward Cullen