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Who am i?... well i'm me? of course! hehe ok now really, my name is cheyenne gray, i live in texas and i love to read write listen to music and have an all around good time.
why do i love to write... well it lets me escape from the real world, and i can make my world any way i want it. i dont post alot of my stuff because i dont ever get it the way i like it. or it just plain annoys me... hehe
ok random fact bout me... i have a childish mentality, i get distracted easily-- ohh shiny!~ ok, and i LOVE sweets and root beer and mountain dew!
why do i love to read... well basicly the same as why i love to write, except i can escape into another persons world so none of my problems can come to haunt me... hehe
RFAM. (random fact about me)... well i have an amazing fiancé and Amazing bestest friends! who love and support me
more randomness... my favorite thing is COOKIES!! hehe sorry deep breath ok all better...
I love to meet new people so if anyone just wanna talk i'll be glad to... and i always wanna know whats the peoples think about my stories... it helps me write... not to be a review whore or anything... but i like them alot... cause then my insanely overactive imagination cannot take over my mind and make me think everyone hates it and wants to destroy me!!
But ... just a little note: the characters in my story and the story line itself is all outta my own mind so its mine and i'd like it to stay that way pretty please!! oh an my avatar is my cousins computer drawing so if ya'll wanna use it... please ask... smiles childishly
The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
Post this on your profile if you hate racism
Some girls are pretty,
some girls are wimpy,
some girls are girly,
and cry when they break a nail
but some girls are tough,
they are smart
They know how to survive on their own,
some girls are independent,
and those girls are great,
not the sissy beautiful divas,
who can't take care of themselves,
its not the looks of an girl that make her admirable,
It is all about the state of mind.
A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, "Mom." With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:
Dear Mom: It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I've been finding real passion with Ahmed and he is so nice-even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Mom, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. Ahmed taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Ahmed can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grand children.
Your daughter, Judith
PS: Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk center drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.
A stranger stabs you in the front; a friend stabs you in the back; a boyfriend stabs you in the heart, but best friends only poke each other with foam swords.
A LOGICAL SOLUTION.
Now here is a problem that finally has a formula for getting to the bottom of an age old problem.
What Makes 100? What does it mean to give MORE than 100? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100. How about achieving 103? What makes up 100 in life?
Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:
AND, look how far a kissing will take you.
So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that While Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the Bullst and A Kissing that will put you over the top.
Boys, just do it!--
Tell her you think shes cool.
Tell her why you think shes so cool.
Smell her hair.
Talk to her in movie theatres.
Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it.
Hold her hand and skip.
Hold her hand and run.
Just hold her hand.
Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her.
Tell her she looks pretty.
Let her pay for stuff if she wants to.
Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know
Sit in the park and talk to her.
Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations.
Tell her dirty jokes.
Tell her stupid jokes.
Write poems about her.
Just walk around with her.
Throw pebbles at her window at night.
When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her.
Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of.
Hold her hand in the mosh pit.
Let her fall asleep in your arms.
Call her back if she calls you.
Sing to her, no matter how bad you are.
Carve your names into a tree.
Get her mad, then kiss her.
Give her piggy-back rides.
Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great.
Give her space if she needs it.
Push her on swings.
Stay up with her all night when shes sick.
Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones.
Teach her guitar.
Lend her your cds.
Write on her.
Make her mixtapes.
Write her letters.
If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip.
Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones.
Listen to all the bands she mentions.
Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck.
When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything.
Buy her ice cream.
Let her take all the photos of you she wants.
Look into her eyes.
Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast.
Kiss her in the rain.
When you fall in love with her, tell her
1. Your real name: FallenFey
2.Your Nobody name (Take all the letters of your first name, mix them around and put an "x" where you think it should go): FelenxFaly
3. Your Gangsta name (the first three letters of your name plus "izzle"): Falizzle
4. Your Detective name (fav. color and fav. animal): BlueKitty
5. Your Soap Opera name (your middle name and the street you live on): Alyssia Pecan
6. Your Star Wars name (first three letters of your last name, first two letters of your first): Grach
7. Your Super Hero name (2nd fav color, fav drink): Green Root Beer
8. Your Witness Protection name (middle names of your parents): Lee Ray
9. Your Goth Name (Black plus the name of one of your pets): Black Baby
Mommy...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, huge crack.
Mommy, 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!
When I went to school that day,
I never said good-bye.
I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Zack; 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; I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best
Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.
But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try
I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest
When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could
please 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, I really wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true
And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"
In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech Students Who Were Lost
Please if you would,
If you pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".
All Done!! NOW!!