My name is Traci Van Meter. I think it is a Dutch name (at least that is what I'm told). I also have a fanfiction account with the same name. I live in Franklin, which is in Pendleton County, which is in Highland region, which is in West Virginia, which is in the Eastern part of the USA and etc.(If you don't know this, the places in Wrong Turn and Silent Hill aren't really.)
Looks well okay. I'm short only 5 feet 2 1/2 inches. I have light brown hair or if you would like to call it blond well okay (I still have stricks of blond from when I died it a while ago). My eyes are a lovely shade of blue (I so love looking in the mirror at them). I have extremely curly have (I so hate it. I kept it up all the time until like last week). I don't have any other holes in my body besides the ones God have me because I'm afraid of the pain.
I so love doing that. I also love writing (I really have over 7 chapters of my story writen I just hate typing it), reading, playing music (I play Flute, Piccolo, Piano, and Guitar), Procrastinating, listening to music, playing with animals, emailing people (I have no life so please someone email me), talking on the phone, yelling at my twin sister, just sitting in my room hanging out and etc.
If you're like me, and like using emails but hate going into the little email address thing here is my email-
vanmeter_traci2010@yahoo.com
I'm always up for chanting with people, except Tiffany Parker (just kidding Tiff).
Favorite Books
Anything by Anne McCaffery
The Notebook
Harry Potter (So can't wait for the next book)
Anything by Dan Brown
Holy Blood, Holy Grail
Tamera Pierce
Robin something (I can't remember her name. She wrote Hero and the Crown)
The Banned and The Banishe series by James Clemens (thanks to David Snelling)
I like some secret society stories fic and nonfic
Favorite show
Charmed
Avatar: The Last Airbender
Reba
Still Standing
Sabrina the Teenage Witch
Digging for the Truth
Stop following me. Ha ha ha.
Don't you hate people who don't update their stories. I get so annoyed with people who write good stories and then will only update every 4 weeks.
Evil people who don't update.
Thing I really hate
People who dis Jesus (Jesus rocks, so don't dis him because he'll know.)
Something I found and loved
Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Tsuyu Mikazuki, WeaselChick, Revenant666, darkflame1516, AirGirl Phantom, Agent of the Divine One, pointless people of Pluto, ZeratheNightDancer, Acegik13, Ryuu-Chiyo, Akemi-Chiyo, Archangel's Requiem, DarkHikariDevil, anime-manga-twist, CrazyGirla101,shadowx101, Emogrl, The Phoenix of Dumbledore.
98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy & paste this in your profile
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost
Thou ill-form'd of my feeble brain,
Who after birth did'st by my side remain,
Till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true
Who thee abroad, expos'd to publick view;
Made thee in rags, halting to th' press to trudge,
Where errors were not lessened (all may judge)
At thy return my blushing was not small,
My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,
I cast thee by as one unfit for light,
Thy was so irksome in my sight;
Yet being mine own, at length affection would
Thy blemishes amend, if so I could:
I wash'd thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.
I stretcht thy joints to make thee ,
Yet still thou run'st more hobbling than is meet;
In better dress to trim thee was my mind,
But nought save home-spun cloth, i' th' house I find.
In this array, 'mongst vulgars mayst thou roam
In critics hands, beware thou dost not come;
And take thy way where yet thou art not known,
If for thy father askt, say, thou hadst none:
And for thy mother, ,
Which caus'd her thus to send thee out of door.
1678
Anne Bradstreet
Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
1. The Road Not Taken TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5 Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, 10 And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. 15 I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. 20
I love these poems
My Favorite Bands and Artists
I love Panic at the Disco, Taking back Sunday (I just want to bring you down), The Used, James Blunt, My Chemical Romance, AFI, Breaking Benjamin, Fall out Boy, Flyleaf, Green Day, Lifehouse, Meatloaf, Papa Roach, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Taking Back Sunday, Trapt, Staind, Nickelback, Evanesents, Seether, and many more which I can't think of (actually I could find out but that would involve me going up stairs and getting my ipod).
The most important day of the year is coming up on March the 4th 2007. Any guesses. My 16th birthday. I'm counting down the days. Mom can't deny me my license then. Ha ha ha ha ha. He he he he he
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