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Just a fun-loving Carribean weirdo who's obsessed with Percabeth. Anything else you wanna know? My name's Samara. I'm 17. I'm good at drawing. I like drawing. I LOVE Percabeth. I hate math. I like Social Studies. I am a demigod. My godly parent is Hermes. I love my friends with all of my heart and I am a naturally crazy freak. I live for fanfic, comedy, Percabeth, friendship, family, and love!! Read my stories and be taken to a whole new perverted world!!

Wuvvv, Samara

THE END

Does that float your boat????????????

Favorite Greek Gods

Poseidon

Hermes

Apollo

Favorite Greek Goddesses

Athena

Aphrodite

Artemis

Favorite Minor Goddesses

Nemesis

Iris

The Muses

Favorite Monsters

Medusa

Furies

Minotaur

When you were 5, your mom gave you an ice-cream cone. You thanked her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming to soccer to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mom paid for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thaned her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mom paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mom drove you to college. You thanked her by saying goodbye outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to in front of your friends.

When you were 26, your mom paid for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.

When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents are to their children.

Then on night she died quietly and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If you love your mom, copy and paste this in your profile. If you don't, then you won't care if your mom dies, will you?

You know you are obsessed with PJO when:

You write fanfiction constantly, even when you're not at your computer.

When your mom grounds you from the computer, you blame it on a combination of Nemesis, Hera and Hermes' little joke.

You want Hephaestus to fix your iPod when it breaks.

You give all your siblings and/or friends god parents (Poseidon, Zeus, Hades.)

You call the "Ares kids", or school bullies, Martians.

You quiz fellow fans on the minor gods and win.

You spend time doing pointless research, just because Rick Riordan linked it on his site.

You still think Thuke could happen.

You plan several statements to avoid Apollo's lines and remember he's a player, should he ever hit on you, and several ways to get out of being cursed.

You imagine the gods alone, and what they really do on the Superbowl.

You think Percy's extended family needs extensive therapy.

You have a countdown to the Demigod Files because of the mention of Percabeth.

You want Kronos buried under Witchita, Kansas in a safe deposit toothpick box. No one will ever look there, and hopefully he'll be too tiny to bother the locals.

Your mother thinks you need (I did one time, and my mom looked at me all weird) to get a boyfriend, as does your father to cure your obsession.

You blame your little brother's desire to turn off your Internet in the middle of this review on Hermes' anger that you've joked about all of them.

You imagine random unwritten PJO moments during class and laugh. When one brave soul unaware of your obsession broaches the question of why you were laughing, you try to explain.

They think you are nuts because you are laughing at Hades' wild card of Nico

You think of creative names for Percy besides Seaweed Brain, such as kelphead16 because his head is full of kelp and there's an 85 chance he'll die at the age of sixteen.

You wonder if you'll be able to drive a car come your 16, provided Percy saves the world, because of that.

You know you're obsessed when you lose something, and say, "Come on Hermes! Give it back!!"

You think all the popular girls at your school are children of Aphrodite. And say to all the braniacs at your school if Athena is okay.

You go on YouTube and look at PJO themes for characters.

You read page 287 of BotL over and over again or say the lines in your head

Your internet homepage is Rick Riordan's blog.

You and your other PJO obsessed friend cracks up if any one mentions the word Canada or Canadians.

You and your PJO obsessed friend start a fan club with only you two in it.

You get other people obsessed.

You have constant vivid dreams about the fifth book.

You spend most of your time thinking what will happen in the fifth book.

You jump up and down at the idea of LT becoming a movie.

You know exactly what someone means when they say LT, SoM, TC, BotL, TLO, PJO and use it in conversations.

Your favorite quote of all time comes from PJO.

You and your friend has "diss-wars" using PJO CHARACTERS (My friend Athena is going to make up dumb, oh wait you already are).

When someone dies, you give them a sack of red rubber balls for Cerberus.

Every time you see a guy in a wheelchair you think "Chiron!!”

You find yourself saying things like "Oh my gods!" and "What the Hades?"

When your boyfriend dumps you, you take the oath of the hunters

When you burn yourself, you curse Hephaestus/Hestia.

You put an offering to Demeter next to your garden.

You go up to a teacher in a wheelchair and say, "I know who you really are, Chiron…"

You say "Maia!" when you are wearing shoes.

Dear Math,

I am not your therapist.

It is time for you to grow up and solve your own problems.

Also, stop asking me to find your X.

She is NOT coming back to you.

Don't ask Y, just accept it.

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