I DON'T SUFFER FROM INSANITY, I ENJOY EVERY FREAKIN' MINUTE OF IT!

Check my sisters stories and profile, SeriouslyInLoveWithYou ...yeah, so...hmmm...oh yeah, here ya go, totally awesome copy pastey thingies! Woohoo! (these are also on my fanfiction account)

Random sayings:

People say I have A.D.D., but they just don't understand... oh look, a chicken!

I'm dain bramaged.

Germophobes need love too, just wash your hands first.

I'm not hard of hearing, I'm trying hard not to hear you.

Don't just applaude, THROW MONEY!

Careful, or you'll end up in my novel.

Things you say are called "opinions". Things I say are called "facts".

It's uncredible how well I am at grammar.

Doesn't expecting the unexpected make the unexpected expected?

You probably don't recognize me without my cape.

Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with ketchup!

Shut up voices, or I'll poke you with a Q-tip again.

If you can't stand the heat, don't P off the F-ing dragon!

College is going great except for that "education" part.

Everyone has the right to be stupid, but you're abusing the privilege.

I came, I cast, I kicked bass.

Interview (sent by my sister, modified by me):

REAL NAME: Michael

WHERE I RESIDE: Fuquay-Varina, NC

NAMED AFTER: Nobody

SIBLINGS: Jessi

WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? no clue

DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDS? uuuuhh...

FAVORITE LUNCHMEAT: Salami

KIDS? eventually...

IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? DUH!

DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? No

DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Maybe

DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yup

WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Off what?

FAVORITE CEREAL: none of the above

DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU REMOVE THEM? Not usually

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Sorta

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Rainbow Sherbet

SHOE SIZE: 8 1/2

RED OR PINK? RED!

WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOU? I'm still single (hint hint ladies)

WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Cyrus in CA

DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO PUT THIS IN THERE PROFILE? Yes!

WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? South Park...no shoes

LAST THING YOU ATE? Pizza

WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Nothing

IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Potatoes

FAVORITE SMELL? air!

WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My grandma

FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? face...usually

DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Dude, She's my SISTER!

FAVORITE DRINK? Pepsi

FAVORITE SPORT? Fencing, even though I've never done it

EYE COLOR? brown

HAT SIZE? Uuuuuh...

DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Nope.

FAVORITE FOOD? chocolate

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? Scary Movies without happy endings.

LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATER? The Simpson's Movie

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING? South Park PJ pants

SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer.

HUGS OR KISSES? Uuuuuuuuuuhh...

FAVORITE DESSERT? PIE!

If you like copying and pasting things to your profile, copy and paste this to your profile!

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, then weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!

If there are times when you wanna annoy people just for the heck of it, copy this into your profile

If you hate those obnoxious snobby people, PLEASE copy this into your profile.

If you've ever tripped up the stairs, copy this into your profile!

98 percent of teens have tried smoking pot. If you are one of the 2 percent that hasn't copy this onto your profile.

If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile. I DO ALL THE TIME!

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, Yavie Aelinel, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Shadow929, The Astrology Nerd, brown-eyed angelofmusic, piratesswriter/fairy to be, The Gypsy-Pirate Queen, xGabriellaxBoltonx, xEarlySunsetsOverMonroevillex, Mrs. Radcliffe-Efron,charmed4eva112 ,Mileyrocks95, SmileyMiley, Frances Flick, finelinebetweenloveandhate, Only In Your Wildest Dreams

Lord of the rings:

Pippin: What's that?

Merry: This, my friend, is a pint.

Pippin: It comes in pints? I'm getting one!

Sam: But you've had a whole half already!

Famous peepsles I share a B- day with: (if I know who they are)

Annie Oakley

Bert Lahr (the lion from the wizard of oz)

Fidel Castro (... great...)

Famous people who's B-day is within two days of mine: (again, if I know who they are)

Steve Martin

Magic Johnson

Hulk Hogan

Ban Affleck

Websites:

www.albinoblacksheep.com

for hilarious and bloody cartoons:

www.happytreefriends.com

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of sand, pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Viva La Vida lyrics brought to you by LyricsYouLove
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

--Viva La Vida, Coldplay

In the real world

as in dreams,

nothing is quite

what it seems.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Life without meaning

cannot be borne.

We find a mission

to which we're sworn

--or answer the call

of Death's dark horn.

Without a gleaning

of purpose in life,

we have no vision,

we live in strife,

--or let blood fall

on a suicide knife.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

All of us are travelers lost,
our tickets arranged at a cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
--enigmatic, strange, unreal--
leaves us unsure how to feel.
No postmortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Tremulous skeins of destiny
flutter so ethereally
around me--but then I feel
its embrace is that of steel.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken,
amazed to see where I have come,
where I'm going, where I'm from.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

This is not the path I thought.
This is not the place I sought.
This is not the dream I bought,
just a fever of fate I've caught.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

I'll change highways in a while,
at the crossroads, one more mile.
My path is lit by my own fire.
I'm going only where I desire.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken.
One day, walking, I awaken,
on the road that I have taken.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

The sky is deep, the sky is dark,
The light of stars is so damn stark.
When I look up, I fill with fear.
If all we have is what lies here,
this lonely world, this troubled place,
then cold dead stars and empty space...
Well, I see no reason to persevere,
no reason to laugh or shed a tear,
no reason to sleep or ever to wake,
no promises to keep, and none to make.
And so at night I still raise my eyes
to study the clear but mysterious skies--
that arch above us, as cold as stone.
Are you there, God? Are we alone?

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Beaches, surfers, California girls.
Wind scented with fabulous dreams.
Bougainvillea, groves of oranges.
Stars are born, everything gleams.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

A weather change. Shadows fall.
New scent upon the wind--decay.
Cocaine, Uzis, drive-by shootings.
Death is a banker. Everyone pays.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Under the winter moon's pale light,
across the cold and starry night,
from snowy mountains soaring high
to ocean shores echoes the cry.
From barren sands to verdant fields,
from city street to lonely wealds,
cries the tortured human heart,
seeking solace, wisdom, a chart
by which to understand its plight
under the winter moon's pale light.
Dawn is unable to fade the night.
Must we live ever in the blight
under the winter moon's cold light,
lost in loneliness, hate, and fright,
last night, tonight, tomorrow night
under the winter moon's bleak light?

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Hope is the destination that we seek.
Love is the road that leads to hope.
Courage is the motor that drives us.
We travel out of darkness into faith.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

At the point where hope and reason part,
lies the spot where madness gets a start.
Hope to make the world kinder and free--
but flowers of hope root in reality.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

No peaceful bed exists for lamb or lion,
unless on some world out beyond Orion.
Do not instruct the owls to spare the mice.
Owls acting as owls must is not a vice.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Storms do not respond to heartless pleas.
All the words of men can't calm the seas.
Nature--always beneficial and cruel--
won't change for a wise man or a fool.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Mankind shares all Nature's imperfections,
clearly visible to casual inspections.
Resisting betterment is the human trait.
The ideal of utopia is our tragic fate.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Winter that year was strange and gray.
The damp wind smelled of Apocalypse,
and morning skies had a peculiar way
of slipping cat-quick into midnight.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Those who would banish the sin of greed
embrace the sin of envy as their creed.
Those who seek to banish envy as well,
only draw elaborate new maps of hell.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Those with passion to change the world,
look on themselves as saints, as pearls,
and by the launching of noble endeavor,
flee dreaded introspection forever.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Rush headlong and hard at life
Or just sit at home and wait.
All things good and all the wrong
Will come right to you: it's fate.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Hear the music, dance if you can.
Dress in rags or wear your jewels.
Drink your choice, nurse your fear
In this old honkytonk of fools.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Living in the modern age,
death for virtue is the wage.
So it seems in darker hours.
Evil wins, kindness cowers.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Ruled by violence and vice
we all stand upon thin ice.
Are we brave or are we mice,
here upon such thin, thin ice?

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Dare we linger, dare we skate?
Dare we laugh or celebrate,
knowing we may strain the ice?
Preserve the ice at any price?

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

When tempest-tossed,
embrace chaos.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Faraway in China,
the people sometimes say,
life is often bitter
and all too seldom gray.
Bitter as dragon tears,
great cascades of sorrow
flood down all the years,
drowning our tomorrows.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Faraway in China,
the people always say,
life is sometimes joyous
if all too often gray.
Although life is seasoned
with bitter dragon tears,
seasoning is just a spice
within our brew of years.
Bad times are only rice,
tears are one more flavor,
that gives us sustenance
sometimes we can savor.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

In the fields of life, a harvest
sometimes comes far out of season,
when we thought the earth was old
and could see no earthly reason
to rise for work at break of dawn,
and put our muscles to the test.
With winter here and autumn gone,
it just seems best to rest, to rest.
But under winter fields so cold,
wait the dormant seeds of seasons
unborn, and so the heart does hold
hope that heals all bitter lesions.
In the fields of life, a harvest.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Life is a gift that must be given back
and joy should arise from its possession.
It's too damned short, and that's a fact.
Hard to accept, this earthly procession
to final darkness is a journey done,
circle completed, work of art sublime,
a sweet melodic rhyme, a battle won.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Death is no fearsome mystery.
He is well known to thee and me.
He hath no secrets he can keep
to trouble any good man's sleep.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Turn not thy face from Death away.
Care not he takes our breath away.
Fear him not, he's not thy master,
rushing at thee faster, faster.
Not thy master but servant to
the Maker of thee, what or Who
created Death, created thee
--and is the only mystery.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows

Every eye sees its own special vision;
every ear hears a most different song.
In each man's troubled heart, an incision
would reveal a unique, shameful wrong.

--The Book Of Counted Sorrows