Pick the month you were born: January-------I kicked February------I loved March--------I kissed April----------I licked May----------I jumped on June----------I smelled July-----------I did the Macarena With August--------I had lunch with September----I danced with October-------I sang to November-----I yelled at December-----I ran over
Pick the day (number) you were born on: 1-------a birdbath 2-------a monster 3-------a phone 4-------a fork 5-------a snowman 6-------a gangster 7-------my mobile phone 8-------my dog 9-------my best friends' boyfriend 10-------my neighbor 11-------my science teacher 12-------a banana 13-------a fireman 14-------a stuffed animal 15-------a goat 16-------a pickle 17-------your mom 18-------a spoon 19------ - a smurf 20-------a baseball bat 21-------a ninja 22-------Chuck Norris 23-------a noodle 24-------a squirrel 25-------a football player 26-------my sister 27-------my brother 28-------an ipod 29-------a surfer 30-------a llama 31-------A homeless guy
Pick the color of shirt you are wearing: White---------because I'm cool like that Black---------because that's how I roll. Pink-----------because I'm crazy. Red-----------because the voices told me to. Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want Green---------because I think I need some serious help. Purple---------because I'm AWESOME! Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader. Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway. Brown---------because I can.. Other----------because I'm a Ninja! None----------because I can't control myself!
(I think she had a sugar high when she worte this) Ok so there's this new boy at my school and his name is Oobi. And he's, like, really hot. Like, ON FIRE hot. ??? Here is his pic to prove it:
http://www.chuggnutt.com/images/oobi.jpg
See? I told you he was hot!!! But you can't have him... He's MINE! ALLLL MIIIIINE!!!!!!MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
So anyways we are having a date Friday night. Well he actually doesn't know yet because I've never spoken to him... (but I got his number from his sister's friend's mother's cousin's boyfriend's uncle.) I have his address too because I followed him home from school one day and almost got hit by a car. And then I watched him through the window for the rest of the day. (Let me tell you a secret... Oobi wears Buzz Lightgear underwear. How is that not HOT??? ???????????????) my friends think I'm a stalker... oops, that was a lie. I don't have any friends. My conscience thinks I'm a stalker... but I'm not! I just follow him everywhere I can!!! *sigh*
Alright well I better call him now before I get off topic again. But I can't go crazy when I hear his angel voice. I will not scream. I will not scream. I will not scream. *dials number*
Oobi: Hello? Me: *screams* Oobi: Hello?!? Me: *screams again* Oobi: Ummm... is anyone there...? Me: *screams again* (The sound of my scream breaks window, my cat runs out of the room and crashes into table, lamp falls over and hits me on head, sound of my skull cracking and me screeching in pain) Oobi: Oh my gosh. Hold on... I'm calling 911. *hangs up and calls 911*
Me: *slowly opens eyes, notices I am in hospital bed with people standing around me* Oobi: Guys! She's waking up! Me: *Groans* How long have I been unconscious??? Doctor: Oh, just 56 years. JUST KIDDING!!! *bursts out laughing, does not seem to notice that everyone is staring at him like he's some kind of freak* Father: About half an hour. how are you feeling? Me: *just notices Oobi staring down at my face and screams* Doctor: Maybe we should let her sleep some more. I think she may be traumatized. Mother: You THINK?!?!? What kind of doctor are you?!?!?!? Doctor: uhhh... *reads from ID* age: 38. weight: 170 pounds. height: 5'11". birthday: November??? Mother: Oh, never mind! Father: Wait a minute!! let him finish!! I think I know this guy!! Doctor: Okay then... *continues reading from ID* Me: *has been staring at Oobi the entire time and is drooling* Oobi: (uncomfortable) Ummm... hi...? Me: *continues to stare and drool* Oobi: Are you okay...? Me: *continues to stare and drool*
This goes on for about 5 more minutes until it is decided that I am not fully recovered from my concussion and should be left alone. I fall asleep and have a dream:
I am swimming in the strawberry cheesecake I had for breakfast. (did I mention my incredibly healthy diet? xD) I have scales on my hands and arms. I see an island and swim up to it. As I enter the island, it becomes my room and I am watching myself call Oobi, break the window, and get a concussion. Then I leave the island to swim. (I seem to have forgotten that I can't swim.) I begin to drown, but I soon realize that I am just drowning in Oobi's eyes. ????????? We are on a cloud. He looks deep into my eyes, and asks me out to dinner. I literally melt. But this is a dream, so he is still talking to me like I'm completely normal. (Of course I never was normal, but that's a different story...) He asks me to go with him to "Fancy French Restaurant," which is the fanciest French restaurant in town. You'd never guess that from the title, though. Seriously, they could at least make it a little more obvious. Anyway, he leans closer to me and whispers my name. When I think I barely could take anymore of this heaven, I wake up.
I'm still in a romantic daze. I'm also still in the hospital bed. I feel completely recovered, so I get up and walk around. I go into the room where my family, the doctor, and ?????????Oobi????????? are waiting.
Oobi: *looks at me with those gorgeous eyes* How are you feeling? Me: A lot better, now that you're here. *bats eyelashes* Oobi: *is a bit shocked* Uhh... thank... you...? Me: *leans against wall* Hey... are you busy Friday night? Oobi: *uncomfortable* I... don't... think... so.... Me: *grins* Good. Then do think you might want to go to "Fancy French Restaurant" for dinner? Oobi: Ummm... sure, I guess... Me: *trys to contain excitement, but cannot. jumps around in circles and screams, runs around in circles and shouts for joy, jumps and runs around in circles and loses control of self. slips on non-slippery floor and cracks head open (in a different spot than before) and screams in pain* Oobi: Oh my gosh! Hey! Doctor! Doctor: NO!! I'M INNOCENT, I SWEAR!!! SEE? PROOF!!! *runs out to car and runs back in holding a corpse* Mother: AAAAAHHHH!!! Doctor: Oops. I grabbed the wrong thing. *trys to hide corpse* Me: *unconscious* Father: *talking to doctor* You are hereby arrested by the order of... *sighs* I don't know what I'm talking about. I'm a baker, not a policeman. All my life I hidden my true self behind a cold mask. ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE ACCEPTED!!!! But that was not an option for me, you see. *sobs* All my life... *sobs* ...wasted... *sobs* WHY CAN'T I BE MYSELF?!?!?! *bawling* Mother: Oh, shut up already! *slaps father with magazine* Father: *doesn't shut up* Mother: Ugh! I'm sick of this! *get in car and drives away, gets hit by another car and dies* Father: *bawling, runs into the street, gets hit by car, and dies* Me: *bleeds to death from head wounds*
The doctor was caught and put in prison for life. He soon dies from deppression. Oobi spends the next year thinking that it was his fault that everyone died and soon kills himself because he can't take it anymore.
My name is Becky 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 Becky And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky. And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are effected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.
Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please put this on your site if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~* a little poem
> > You might agree with it, but when it actually happens 99% of girls don't realize it 'til it is too late and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice. > > From a guys point of view: > > We don't care if you talk to other guys. > > We don't care if you're friends with other guys. > > But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him without even introducing us, yeah, it ticks us off. > > It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. > > We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. > > Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till he morning. > > Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. > > Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. > > The best thing about a girl is her confidence. > > Yeah, you can quote me. > > Don't be mad when we hold the door open. > > Take Advantage of the mood im in. > > LET US PAY FOR YOU! DON'T 'FEEL BAD' > > We enjoy doing it. > > It's expected. > > Smile and say 'thank you.' > > Kiss us when no one's watching. > > If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed or in general happier. its the same as telling everyone back off this is my girl. > > You don't have to get dressed up for us. > > If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own. > > We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are. > > Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up. plus, if you wear too much make-up its bad for you in the long run. > > Don't take everything we say seriously. > > Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it. > > Don't get angry easily. > > Stop using magazines/media as your bible. > > Don't talk about how hawt Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. it just WOW I LOVE Marapetses me off when girls do that. You have girl friends for that. > > Whatever happened to the word 'handsome'/'beautiful'. > > I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with 'Hey handsome!' instead of 'Hey baby/ stud/ cutie or whatever else you can think of. > > On the other hand im not sayin i wouldn't like it ether. > > Girls: I cannot stress this enough: IF YOU AREN'T BEING TREATED RIGHT BY A GUY, DON'T WAIT FOR HIM TO CHANGE. DITCH HIS SORRY DISGRACE-TO-THE-MALE-POPULATION A$$, AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL TREAT YOU WITH UTTER RESPECT AND HONESTY. i believe the best kind of guy is an honest one. though sometimes the truth hurts. > > Someone who will honor your morals. > > Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest. > > Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes. > > Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel. > > Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say 'i love you' ..........AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT! > > *****Give the nice guys a chance***** > > Holdin Hands- Girls : If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times. you can also try poking him, it generally gets their attention. > Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once. but don't squeeze her hand to the point it hurts. common sense. > > Cuddling- Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold. > Guys : Automatically move closer to her. and sometimes its a good thing to give her your jacket if you have one and just hold her to you. > > Movies- Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder > Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her. > > Loving each other- Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it. but more than that. show her how much you love her. anyone can say it but not everyone can show it. > > Laying below the stars- Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat > Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.
Now > make a wish about something you would like to happen Between you and your > crush.... > > guys: no grabbing!!! > > ****************************** > ****************************** > Stop!! Stop!! Stop!! Stop!! > > If you havent stoped.Seriously stop! > > Guys repost this if you agree. > > Girls repost this if you think it's cute. > > Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this .
