Hi! Wuzup? My name's Ghost, because I can disappear without a trace, and then appear without warning. :)

My favorite manga is...From Far Away! (or Kanata Kara as it's sometime's called).

My favorite anime switches from day to day, depending on my mood and what I'm feeling.

BTW, Ms. Kyoko Hikawa, the author of From Far Away, is 100% a genuis!! :D

My biggest pet peve is when the characters don't talk the way I imagine them too. OOC-ness is serious business!

My Rule: I only fav. one fanfiction for each story. So for example, I only favorite one story from Shugo Chara, and one for Case Closed. The obvious exception is From Far Away. HORAY!

True Story (From Flying Dragonite's Profile):

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer then planned, and had to walk home alone. She hasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he was waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley way just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recogize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she can identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man have been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they can do for her. She asked if they can ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking either side of her." Amazingly, wheather you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98% of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93% of the people that read this won't repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God.

PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what, and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you.

What an amazing story I am a christian and may God always protect you

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/98 percent of teens do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy & paste this in your profile./

/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 the 8 percent that would be laughing your off.\

Yes I copied this from VanessaxAtalanta's profile. So far, she is my favorite writer on this site! Keep writing girl!

From Girl Supersonicboy's Profile:

I saw this and loved it!

I am The Girl

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 cellphone or regular phone.

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 with words, and knows the importance of the little things.

I happen to be one of those people...

I am one of the girls who will laugh when Aeropostale and other prep stores go out of business...

I am one of the girls who love going into Hot Topic and finding clothes that my best friend wouldn't wear.

I am one of the girls who will read books over and over again until the pages are ripped out or even puffed up.

I am one of the girls who stare in one direction and can talk to the person next to them.

I am one of the girls who have no trouble talking to a guy about guns or cars.

If Fanfiction is to you is what Facebook is to other people, copy this into your profile.

If you are OBSESSED with fanfiction, copy this into your profile.

If you are insane but intelligent, put this in your profile!

-Too many people have smoked marijuana. If you haven't, write this to your profile.

your skin is not paper, don't cut it
your face isn't a mask, don't cover it
your size isn't a book, don't judge it
your head isn't a target, don't shoot it
your neck isn't a hanger don't hang it
your heart isn't a locker don't lock it
hate isn't a key don't lock your heart with it
your life isn't a film don't end it

Please don't end your life... I know it's a hard thing... Ending yourself is just gonna make you go to hell... I know it's hard... but we all need to keep fighting Always remember this

The world doesn't like you because the world LOVES you
The world doesn't want you because the world NEEDS you
The doesn't have a place for you because the world has a SPECIAL PLACE for you
You will never see the people who love you... because you need to LOOK for the people who love you...
They can't hear the tears because they LISTEN to your tears
The world doesn't feel your suffering because the world CARES for your suffering
You're not pretty because you are BEAUTIFUL
Killing yourself won't make them cry... it would make them KILL THEMSELVES TOO
You are a flower who can't bloom they say it is because it is not your yet time to shine
The world doesn't want your existance because the world CARES FOR YOUR LIVING...
"Everyone wants happiness, no one wants pain, but you can't make a rainbow... without a little rain"
Those fake smiles... can still be recycled into real smiles...
You see there is alot of great stuff in this world...

I can preach more if you want too...

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE, Copied from Titans R Us's profile

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He was outlived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

RIP: We shall remember

If you can read this message, you are blessed because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all:
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The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid.

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy,

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The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.

Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef,

but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?

Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!

If you could read that put it in your profile!