Hey! I hope you enjoy reading my profile! I also have a quizilla account (bookluver3), a youtube account (shynotscaredhinata4), and a gaiaonline account (ShyShinobi97). So, if you need a friend or anything, just message me or something!

NOTICE: Updates will be in infrequent. I will try to update Those Nights as quickly as possible. I normally write stories based on songs that I have heard (because music is my life) or big issues in the world today (child abuse, bullying, etc.). Please feel free to send me any request with stories you would like me to write (They will probably be in the Naruto fandom, unless you give me a different specific one). I can't promise you I'll write it quickly, but I'll try to write any request I get, none-the-less. If a lot of time passes and I still haven't published it, you might want to send me a message and remind me about it! I'm kind of scatter brained sometimes.

I wasn't sure what else to put on my profile, but I looked at other peoples and they said a little about themselves so that's what I did!

First and foremost, I love Skillet! They're amazing, and if you like them too, we'll be great friends!

Favorites!
Book(s): Harry Potter series

Movie(s): The Wizard of Oz, Bridge to Terebithia, Howl's Moving Castle, and Spirited Away (Yep, I'm a dork)

Music: Country and Rock

Band/Musical Artist(s): Skillet [My absolute favorite, Evanescence, Dixie Chicks, Within Temptation, Simple Plan, Martina McBride, and Nickleback (There are more, but I don't want to list them all)

Color(s): Black, Purple, and Green

Song(s): It changes from day to day, so I won't go through the trouble of updating it, since no one's going to read this anyway. . .

Anime(s): Naruto, Bleach, and Inuyasha (I like Fruits Basket a lot too, but I'm not sure if it's a favorite)

Manga(s): Vampire Knight, Mamotte Lollipop

Anime character(s): Hinata [Naruto, Momiji, and Kisa [Fruits Basket]

Fandom(s): Naruto

Food(s): Ice cream (of course!)

Pairing(s): NejiHina, SasuHina ShikaIno, KibaHina, LeeTen (Naruto) Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny (Harry Potter) Inuyasha/Kagome, Miroku/Sango (InuYasha)

Least Favorites!
Movie(s): Napoleon Dynamite and Kung Pow: Enter the Fist (Two of the stupidest movies ever.)

Music: Rap (You can't spell crap without rap.)

Color(s): Pink

Food(s): Cheese and Apple Sauce

Pairing(s): ShikaTema [I'm starting to tolerate it, but I still like ShikaIno better, SasuXAnyFangirl [Sakura, Ino, Karin] (Naruto) Ron/Lavender (Harry Potter)

Does anyone else get annoyed when people watch/read something made/wrote for a pairing and then bash the pairing in their comment? If you don't like the pairing, then go find a video/story of a pairing you do like and stop wasting everyone's time. Sheesh! Same goes with music, if you don't like a certain type of music, then listen to something else. Don't waste your breath and everyone else's time.

Extra Info!
I'm the shy, quiet girl you either don't notice or don't think twice about. I'm in my second year of highschool. I love ice cream, especially Mint Chocolate Chip! I love to read and write. I'm obsessed with music and love the rain. I love anime and manga. I'm currently learning Japanese and French. I like dark colors. I have four brothers, a sister, and two boys I'm forced to share a house with. I don't like stereotypes or hypocrites. My parents are divorced and I have a stepdad. That's pretty much me in a nutshell.

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."

Without GOD, our week would be:

Sinday,
Mournday,
Tearsday,
Wasteday,
Thirstday,
Fightday,
Shatterday.

Repost this if you are not ashamed of GOD.
Seven days without GOD will make one weak.

PUT THIS ON YOUR PROFILE
('.') IF YOU HATE
(")_(") ANIMAL CRUELTY

If you hate child abuse and want it to STOP, copy and past this on your profile

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. 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 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. Copy and paste this onto your account, if you are anything like me.

Edward Cullen: He sparkles and jumps really high. Lets face it he's not a vampire, he's a fairy.

Stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed.

It's all fun and games 'til someone gets hurt, then It's freakin' hillarious!

Sarcasm isn't an attitude; it's an ART.

Call me weird, call me strange, call me different, I won't change.

Rules are like paperclips. Meant to hold things together, fun to bend, and easy to twist out of shape.

Don't follow in my footsteps, I walk into walls.

Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.

A loser is a window washer on the 44th floor who steps back to admire his work

Isn't it funny how the word 'politics' is made up of the words 'poli' meaning many and 'tics' as in the bloodsucking creatures?

I don't suffer from insanity... I enjoy every minute of it.

If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving isn't for you!

Don't be jealous just 'cause I'm a ninja

An amatuer built the arc, Professionals built the Titanic.

I'm not one of those girls you can play around with. If you want one then go buy a barbie.

After a year of therapy, my therapist finally said "Maybe, life isn't for everybody."

I'm here because heaven wouldn't take me and hell was afraid I'd take over.

Forgive your enemies, it messes with their mind!

Less than 1 precent of teenagers don't use make-up. Are you one of those who don't? BE PROUD AND GLUE THIS THING IN YOUR PROFILE!

95% of all teenage girls would jump off a cliff if Stephanie meyers made Edward Cullen die in the Twilight saga. Copy and paste if you'd be one of the ones laughing themselves to death!

93 percent of American teens 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.

If you think that Rap is the most God-awefulest thing to be called 'Music', copy and paste this to your profile. --And remember, you can't spell Crap, without Rap.

98% of the internet population has a Myspace. If you're part of the 2% who don't, copy this into your profile.

Copy & Paste this into your profile, if you know someone or have a loved one who has DIED or is living with Cancer.

92 percent of American teens would die if Abercombie and Fitch told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this in your profile if you would be part of the 8 percent that would be laughing your ass off.

If snobby, obnoxious people get on your nerves PLEASE copy and paste this in your profile.

If you think that being unique is cooler than being cool, copy this on your profile.

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

If you are against fur coats or killing animals just to look good, copy this into your profile.

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted," Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiilling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

This about a little girl who was abused, if you care copy and paste this in your profile:

My name is sarah,
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen;
I cannot see.

I must be stupid,
I must be bad.
What else could make
my daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe mommy
would still want to hug me

I can't speak at all;
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
all the day long

When I awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark,
my folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get
just one whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
from Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse;
My name he calls
I press myself
against the wall.

I try and hide
from his evil eyes
I'm so afraid
now I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
that he suffers at work

He slaps me and hits me
and yells at me more.
I finally get free
and I run for the door.

He's already locked it
and I start to bawl.
He takes me and throws me
against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
with my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
with more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream,
but it's now much to late
His face has been twisted
into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain
again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops
and heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
sprawled on the floor

My name is Sarah,
I am but three.
Tonight my daddy
murdered me.

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.

If you're against abortion, re-post this

Dear Mommy,
I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus’ lap. He loves me and
cries with me; for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be
your little girl.
I don’t quite understand what has happened. I was so excited
when I began realizing my existance. I was in a dark, yet
comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty
far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my
surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.
Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between
you and me. Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with
you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard
Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better
soon. I wondered why you cried so much.
One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I
couldn’t imagine why you were so unhappy. That same day,
the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came
into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I
began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe
you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I
was screaming and screaming,”Mommy, Mommy, help me
please; Mommy, help me.”
Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I
thought I couldn’t anymore.Then the monster started ripping
my arm off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It
didn’t stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror
as it ripped my leg off. Though I was in such complete pain, I
was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you
say how much you love me.
I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans
to make you happy. Now I couldn’t; all my dreams were
shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain
of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything
to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful
death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had
done to you.
I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I
didn’t know the words you could understand. And soon, I no
longer had the breath to say them; I was dead. I felt myself
rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful
place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.
The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap. He said He
loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked
Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered,
“Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels.” I
don’t know what abortion is; I guess that’s the name of the
monster.
I’m writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I
wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted
to live. I had the will, but I couldn’t; the monster was too
powerful. It sucked my arm and legs off and finally got all of
me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I
tried to stay with you. I didn’t want to die.
Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.
Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through
the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.

Love,
Your Baby Girl

If you think that abortion is wrong and as terrible as it really is
then you will send this to everyone you know to inform them
of how terrible it is if you dont, you’re heartless. Please send
this too anyone you can.

If you ignore this without reading it you have no heart...But if you find you cannot stop until you reach the end then you must have a very big heart.

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"

Now you have two choices:
1) repost and show you care
2)ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart

The boy woke up, just 14 years old.
He brushed his teeth just like he'd been told.
He rushed to the door & grabbed his books.
around & around he then looks.
From the second he reaches the bus the names start to be called.
They made fun of his clothes & the book-bag he hauled.
The boy never really fit in school.
Being smart just didn't make you cool
I remember one day i saw him drentched in mustard.
kids were throwing pizza & school custard.
Then one poored milk over his head.
he walked to the office wishing to be dead.
& the girl he liked had no heart at all.
He gave her a flower & told her to call.
she took the flower & through it in the trash can.
& told him she'd never date such an ugly man.
so that night he said good night to his mother.
kissed his dad & tucked in his little brother.
He put on his shoes & walked through the night.
until his middle school crept into sight.
as he grabbed onto the rope he said his goodbye.
for then he decided he wanted to die.
so he took a step & down he fell.
he hung there right infront of his own hell.
Jon Gettle hung himself in front of his middle school in Illinois at midnight. He left a note. it stated: "Bullying is a Problem"
repost this if you have a heart

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it
(No, I'm not a lesbian or anything, but I do think homophobia is stupid and needs to be ended.)

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.
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.
If you would do this for a loved one copy and paste to your profile.