Hi! I'm Native Newyorker777. As you might have guessed I'm natively New York. Brooklyn to be exact. I love it here! I'm 15 years old and going to be a freshmen at a local high school.

Favorite couples:

RachelxPuck (Glee)

QuinnxSam (Glee)

BrittanyxArtie (Glee)

FinnxSantana (Glee)

MercedesxMatt (Glee)

KurtxBlaine (Glee)

WillxHolly (Glee)

ChloexAlek (Nine Lives of Chloe King)

AmyxPaul (Nine lives of Chloe King)

ClaryxJace (Mortal Instrument)

AlecxMagnus (Mortal Instruments)

SimonxIsabelle (Mortal Instruments)

EricxDonna (That 70's show)

HydexJackie (That 70's show)

Birth months and their meanings:

Jan: Jealous type

Feb: hard to love, moody, sometimes crazy

March: sweet, kind of picky or hard to please

April: sometimes naughty or bothersome but falls in love hard

May: honest but sometimes sways to other people other than partner

June: lover, user, playboy/girl

July: stick-to-one, serious

Aug: loyal, caring

Sept: scared to fall in love and get hurt

Oct: not satisfied with just one, deceiver

Nov: serious, bossy, hot-headed

Dec: loving, two-timer

I Am totally and completely September. I refuse to fall in love because I'm afraid that if I love someone they will hurt me. My dad walked out on my family when I was six. So its kind of rational

YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF...

You talk to yourself a lot. (Yes I do seem to have that habit!)

You talk to yourself about talking to yourself. (Yes I've tried to talk myself out of talking to myself. )(It doesn't work.)

When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. (e.g I'm hungreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Well get some food! But theres only fruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuit! Well fruit is good for you. I want chooooooooooooooooooooooooooooocolate!!)

After uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand with awe and say, "Wow,this stuff is great for sugar highs...'(I want a cookie now...)

You live off of sugar and caffeine (Chococlate and iced coffee best things in the worlds!!)

You'll check your e-mail every day of the week and then disappear off the face of the earth. (sorry, gotta go check my e-mail!)

You're e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random. (Yes, How did you know?)

When replying to an e-mail, you'll never actually address the point of it. (Yeah, that does tend to happen...)

Scary-a.. thing..
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted," Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiilling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

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's 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 you're against abortion, re-post this

15 THINGS IM GOING TO DO AT WAL-MART

1. Set all the alarm clocks in Electronics to go off at 5-minute intervals.

2. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest rooms.

3. Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone,
" 'Code 3' in housewares"... and see what happens.

4. Go the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on lay away.

5. Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.

6. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you'll invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.

7. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask,
"Why can't you people just leave me alone?"

8. Look right into the security camera & use it as a mirror, and pick your nose.

9. While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti - depressants are.

10. Dart around the store suspiciously loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.

11. In the auto department, practice your "Madonna look" using different size funnels.

12. Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through,
say "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"

13. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream..
"NO! NO! It's those voices again!"

14. Go into a fitting room and shut the door and wait a while and then yell, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!

15. Get several bouncy balls and throw them down an aisle shouting "pikachu, I choose you!"

Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.

Silence is golden but duck tape is silver

You call me a b? Because a b is a dog. Dogs bark. Bark grows on trees. Trees are a part of nature. Nature is beautiful. I know I'm beautiful, thanks for noticing.

If you still have to think 'righty tighty, left loosy' when opening, well, anything, copy this into your profile.

Friend: Helps you when you fall

Best Friend: says "Walk much?"

Friend: Knocks on the door of your house.

Best friend: Walks in even if you aren't home

Friend: comforts you when you get dumped

Best friend: walks up to the guy and says "I knew you were gay."

Friend: Shares there umbrella's with you.

Best Friend: says "Its a good thing you quick, huh?"

Friend: will visit you in jail.

Best friend: Will be sitting next to you playing texas hold em' with your inmates reminding you how epic it was.

Friend: Will laugh when you make a fool of yourself

Best Friend: Will make a fool of themselves with you.

This is what happened last night (August 11th 2011) when my brother's fiance went into Labor.

So I am the youngest and only girl out of 6 kids. I'm 15 and my older brothers (but 1. he's 3 years older then me) are all either in or out of college. but this summer they were all home. My oldest brother is 25 and going to get married to his fiance next month after she had their kids and lost all the baby weight. But all of us siblings were going to head up there on her due date. So i stayed with my brothers at their apartment. (They made me sleep on the floor!) But at 6 PM the night before she was supposed to go into labor.. Guess what? She went into labor. So we rush to the hospital that is an hour away and find out that she had a little bit of time. So we see her and then she starts sending all of my brothers and my parents everywhere to do stuff for her. Like get her ice chips, and food, and another pillow, so she can get comfortable. I'm the last one in the room and I can tell she's going to ask me to go get her something. I brace myself and then i hear her scream. It took me awhile but i figured she was getting ready to deliver. I start swearing in the middle of the hospital and the nurses all look at me like I'm insane (Which I kind of am) and then tell me i have to help deliver the babies. They put me in all the garments needed for delivering a baby and let her squeeze my hand (I'm pretty sure she fractured something in my hand) and then finally my oldest brother (the father of the twins) comes rushing in and knows exactly what to do. I ran out of the room and waited, sitting on my mom's lap.

After the kids are born and cleaned up everyone goes into see them as planned they are fraternal boy and girl twins. And the boy's name is Davian Thomas and the girl's name is Katheryn-Abigail Grace. So everything worked out, but if they have anymore kids, I will be the first person out of that room when she asks for ice chips.