Hey, y'all

I'm Isabel Johansen

I live in Jacksonville FL (GO GATORS AND JAGS!!) USA.

For those of you who are going to ask no Isabel is not my real name, it's Carolyn, but that's all you're going to know. And, no, Johansen is not my real last name, and no, I will not tell you. There is a reason I don't put my real name on this.

Link to my profile on Fanfiction.Net: http://www.fanfiction.net/~isabelgibbs922. It's the same as this one in regards to what I have on it with the exception that I have more stories posted there.

1. FIRST NAME: Carolyn

2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? yes

3. SIBLING NAMES: Only child. (Ha-ha-ha-ha)

4. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Cry? What's crying? Oh, right. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I don't have tear ducts.

5. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDS? Sure, when it comes to defending myself, writing and typing, but not so much in any other scenario

6. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCHMEAT? BOLOGNA!

7. KIDS? Gee, I'm 14, do you think I have kids?

8. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Of course I would, i would take pity on the school bullying target

9. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Yes, but I rarely use it

10. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? yes

11. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Nope, had 'em removed at four.

12. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? No, scared that the cord would break.

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? I don't eat breakfast, therfore I don't eat cereal.

14. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU REMOVE THEM? Nope.

15. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Well, I can lift a cinder block, does that mean I'm strong?

16. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Double Fudge Brownie

7. SHOE SIZE? 11 in womens. (Sad, I know.)

18. RED OR PINK? Red.

19. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOU? Mouth (I can never seem to shut up at the right times...)

20. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? I'm a loner, I have no one to miss.

21. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO PUT THIS IN THERE PROFILE? Doesn't matter to me, I just thought it would look cool on mine.

22. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Black sandals, black jeans.

23. LAST THING YOU ATE? Uh...I had pasta for dinner last night.

24. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Born in the Boodocks, no clue who the artist is, I just know it's country.

25. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Black.

26. FAVORITE SMELL? Lavender.

27. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Some idoit who has a crush on me

28. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? Body build

29. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Copied from a profile

30. FAVORITE DRINK? Sprite

31. FAVORITE SPORT? Swimming

32. EYE COLOR? Hazel

33. HAT SIZE? I only get the one size fits all.

34. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Nope

35. FAVORITE FOOD? Pizza

36. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? Scary Movies.

37. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATRE? Dear John.

38. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING? Black Jacket

39. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter

40. HUGS OR KISSES? Niether

41. FAVORITE DESSERT? CHOCLATE ANYTHING!

I, IsabelGibbs922, do solemnly swear to review all the fics I read, regardless of the number of reviews, its age, or anything else. I have joined the Review Revolution. Copy and paste this into your profile to join the Revolution.

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 girl!
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' 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 your against abortion, or if you almost or did cry reading this repost this on your profile.
If we want to stay United, like we claim, abortion has to be stopped...
Save another voice...because that next voice might be able to save us all...

Ninety-five percent of teenagers are concerned about being popular. If you are one of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list: Queen S of Randomness 016, Queen B of Randomness 016, AnimieKittyCaffe, The Gypsy Pirate Queen, That Bloody Demon, The Astrology Nerd, Shadow929, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Yavie Aelienel, Hyperactively Bored, Spymaster E, Shanny-Boo, Gem W, Brown-eyed angelofmusic, piratesswriter/fairy to be, Bara-Minomoto, Em Quagmire, Buffy The Mary-Sue Slayer, Random Little Writer, SamanthaFantasyFan, The-Good-Die-Alone, shadowkat 2701,Afw,charmedcrazy14, charmedbaby11, thesistersthree, Charmedn1, KittyKat835, DethRose, Ying-Fa-Dono,Bara-tsuki, NinjaWafflePublishingCo, Kanameisawesome, IsabelGibbs922.

1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished
cleaning."

2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."

3 . My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"

4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
"Because I said so, that's why."

5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."

6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."

7. My mother taught t me IRONY.
"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."

8. My mother taught me about the science of DIFFUSION.
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."

9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"

10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."

11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."

12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"

13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."

14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"

15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't
have wonderful parents like you do."

16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION .
"Just wait until we get home."

17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"

18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that
way."

19. My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"

20. My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don 't come running to me."

21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."

22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."

23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"

24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."

25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!"

If you are against racism, COPY THIS ONTO YOUR PROFILE. The only race is humanity.

If you can't stand preppy people who talk like this: "I like, can't believe, I like, chipped my manicure!!", copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have a very wide range of interests, copy and paste this into 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, than weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!

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

A recent study shows that 92 percent of all teenagers have moved on to rap, put this in your profile if you're one of the 8 percent who stayed with REAL music.

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

If you've ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you think that being unique is cooler than being cool, copy this onto your profile!

If you're a tomboy and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!

If you've ever copied and pasted something onto your profile, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you get a kick out of explosions, copy and paste this to your profile. (Explosions are so awesome, duh.)

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've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this onto your profile,

If you're hyper, like being hyper, and are hyper all the time, COPY THIS INTO YOUR PROFILE!

Admitting you are weird means you are normal. Saying that you are normal is odd. If you admit that you are weird and like it, copy this onto your profile.

Weird is under-rated. Copy and paste this in your profile, if you agree and add your name to the list: Celiana, SuperSidney, Wisegirl101, Seweedbrainrocks314, Shorty and KG Inc., BookWormBandGeek, Stargirl844, Hazelstar, Sailor-TimeLord, IsabelGibbs922

If you think that Writer's Block sucks, copy and paste this into your profile.

65 percent of teenagers spend more time watching TV than reading. If you are part of the 35 who read more than you watch TV then copy and paste this onto your profile.

98 of teenagers do drugs, have sex, and drink alcohol...put this in your profile if you like chocolate chip cookies.

If you hate those obnoxious preppy people PLEASE copy this in your profile.

Being unique is thinking outside the box, reading between the lines, coloring out of pictures, dancing to the tune of your own drummer, and having a heck of a better time than other people. If you're unique, copy and paste this in your profile.

If you have ever slapped your self on the head and/or banged your head on a table then put this on your profile.

98 PERCENT OF THE TEENAGE POPULATION DRINKS OR HAS BEEN AROUND ALCOHOL.
PUT THIS IN YOUR PROFILE IF YOU LIKE BAGELS.

If you hate back stabbers, PLEASE copy this into your profile.

If you have ever just wanted to SLAP someone, copy this onto your profile.

If you know someone who should get run over by a bus, copy this into your profile.

THINGS TO PONDER:

Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin?

Why don't you ever see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"?

Why is it that doctors call what they do "practice"?

Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?

So what's the speed of dark?

How come abbreviated is such a long word?

A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station.

If quitters never win, and winners never quit, what fool came up with, "Quit while you're ahead"?

How much deeper would oceans be if sponges didn't live there?

Why don't they just make mouse-flavored cat food?

If you're sending someone some Styrofoam, what do you pack it in?

Why do they sterilize needles for lethal injections?

Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns because they taste funny?

Isn't Disney World a people trap operated by a mouse?

Wouldn't it be smart to make the sticky stuff on envelopes taste like chocolate?

Why are the commercials for cable companies on cable but not on regular television? Don't they want the people without cable to buy the cable?

If Mars had earthquakes would they be called marsquakes? (OMG! Doesn't that sound like an awesome candy bar!)

Just because you aren't paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get you! ~It's worse when you think they are out to get you!

My mother told me not to talk to strangers I don't talk to myself anymore.

Are we insane yet? Are we insane yet? How many times do I have to tell you YES!

People think I'm crazy, but actually I'm just insane.

Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
Was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
Unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"God, why? Why is
My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was beaten
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest!"

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile. If you don't then you have no soul!!

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

Love vs. Sex

A teenage girl about 17 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 than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was

a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. As she walked along 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 were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking

for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as 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 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 recognize 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 could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man

she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.

The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would 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 on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you

know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God? Repost this as Love vs. Sex if you truly believe in God...

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. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out ever, 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 NCIS, who can express herself better with writing than with words, and knows the importance of the little things.

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.

Copy and paste this poem in your profiles if you are against child abuse:

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 have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my 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 its now much too 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

And I am but three,

And tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry
That my body's not curvy enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your girl"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random girl.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another girl

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new girl slapped you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your girlfriend with another guy and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your girlfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry
That I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

Guys always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good girls out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well guys, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in her head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.
If your a girl who feels like this, copy and paste this on to your profile as 'I'm Sorry.'