Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead. Just walk beside me and by my partner. ~ Albert Camus

So, I just got a new fan and he had this thing posted there and I thought it was amusing, so now I'm posting it on my site.

You know you live in 2009 when...

1.) You accidentally enter your password on a microwave.

2.) You haven't played solitaire with real cards for years

3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they dont have a screenname or my space

4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV

6.) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.

7.) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.

8.) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.

9.) And you were too busy to notice number 5.

10.) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.

11.) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.

12.) Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did.

So I finally had the guts to publish my first fanfic. I had this fic in my notebook since forever. But I finally did it. It was hard but worth it. I hope I have at least some people read it. -7-8-09

I'm new n have no idea what to write about in this space. I guess it'll get filled up when I get used to this site. I love harry/Draco slash n is hoping to write some of my own. I'm not much of a writer but my essays do be decent. at least that's what my teacher say. decent in slang means great n much deserving of praise. n i believe they do. 'cause my writing do be decent but i never wrote just for fun. of course i got a journal but that boring also. Just like this "about me" crap. Well if i ever do consider writing i do hope you review n i gladly accept requests.

If you can read this message, you are blessed because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all:

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uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal

pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a

rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't

mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the

olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer

be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl

mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.

Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed

ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling

was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!

If you could read that put it in your profile!

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Copy the bunny onto your profile to help him achieve world domination. Come join the dark side. (We have cookies)

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

If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, copy this into your profile.

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, Touch of the Wind, Soelle, Liria Nai, myrtja.

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

(Please just copy and paste this on to your site and show that you care)

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided my mother that I an a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working on the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I an the sister who holds her gay brother tight trought the painfull, tearfilled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital bacause they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had.I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in an other year I mill probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before gruduating high school. It was simply to mutch to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows wich bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed and raised. The courd says I am an unfit mother because I now life with an other woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant whan they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating as soon they realised I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not always have to deal with sociaty hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, noy because I don't belive, but because they clossed ther doors to my kind.

I am the person who hides what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another man.

Re-post this if you belive homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it and you don't have to be gay to do so. Stand up against anyone who has a problem with homosexuality.