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If you wish to contact me, I ask that you please do so via PM. Much more personal that way, and certain graphics work better that way. ^^ 
 
My eyes are hazel, I think. What's strange, is when I wear white, green, and a few other colors, their actually green; compared to when I wear black, blue, and grey, when their blue. They have this darker sun/circle around the pupil as well. 
I'm tall for my age, but the shortest person my age and up in the family. 
 
 
I have one of the hardest to follow brains ever though. I can go from thinking of crayons to remembering Mercedies, my best friend in the third grade who I havn't spoken to since. 
Have fun when you meet me, and if you don't, I'll make sure you have fun sometime. 
 
 
I am 7.5x years old and I plan to stay that way untill October. Then, I will be 8x. If you can't tell, I'm a bit of a math dweeb. Though, it doesn't matter because if you look at me, or talk to me [except for Hiddi!] you will think I'm 9x. That's just how it's been my whole life.
 
No matter my age, there are a few quotes that will live with me forever: 
 
Live and let live. 
 
Don't loose sight of your light. 
 
Never give up. 
 
Screw hugs, I'm tackling you when I see you! 
 
I love you. 
 
Look forward to the morning, it might bring something worth living for. 
 
I think your amazing, now deal with it. 
 
Get it? No? Good. 
 
If I had to choose between him, and life itself I would look to him, and my last words would be "I love you." 
 
Love your neighbor as yourself. 
 
You can't take treasures from this world into the next with you, so what's the point in having them? 
 
[Proverbs] 
5: 18: May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth. 
 
10: 19: When words are many, sin is not absent. But he who holds his toung is wise. 
 
10: 23: A fool finds pleasure in evil conduct, but a man of understanding delights in wisdom. 
 
12: 6: The words of the wicked lie in wait for blood, but the speech of the upright rescues them. 
 
"Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, 
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, 
I will be brief: your noble son is mad: 
Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, 
What is't but to be nothing else but mad? 
But let that go." -Shakespear 
 
It is no coincidence that our country has not been attacked since 9-11. Our initiatives to protect the homeland and aggressively take the fight to the terrorists have been factors in that success. 
-Roger Wicker 
 
It is such a complex matter we live within, it is impossible to track logic and decision making really, so therefore each choice can actually only be seen as coincidence. 
-Alva Noto 
 
Many applications of the coincidence method will therefore be found in the large field of nuclear physics, and we can say without exaggeration that the method is one of the essential tools of the modern nuclear physicist. 
-Walther Bothe 
 
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. 
-Ingrid Bergman 
 
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy. 
-George Jean Nathan [Andrew >.>] 
 
 
A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea. 
-Honore de Balzac 
 
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires. 
-Francois de La Rochefoucauld 
 
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. 
-Plato 
 
 
Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times. 
-Rita Rudner 
 
 
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. 
-Lao Tzu 
 
 
 
 
 

Andrew<3 
 
Recently I have fallen in love harder then anyone my age ever should, I think. I am head-over-heels, give-it-all-up, I-will-marry-this-guy, I'd-do-anything-for-him, Forever-Love, in love with him. His name is Andrew, and he is -hands down- the most amazing guy I've ever met. 
He's smart, humble, slightly insane, funny, but perfect for me in almost every way imaginable. 
When I'm with him it's like the outside world doesn't matter anymore. I don't have to worry about the future, and no one else matters, but he and I. When we're together, nothing can stop me from smiling -except my parents. I've been told that when I talk about him to friends, my eyes "Glitter and shine." All of my friends can see how in love we are, just by standing near us. Gosh, I wish I could get him off my mind once in a while though, because when I'm in class trying to finish a test and he pops into my mind, I get so distracted! Not that it bothers me, untill I look at my grade anyway. >.-- 
Still, I plan on marrying Andrew as soon as I turn 18 -well, according to a certain friend of mine, it will be 7 months after I turn 18. lol. Man am I in love. 
He understands every little thing about me, and I love that. No offence to those who thought otherwise, but he is the only one who knows exactly what I mean, from the shallowest meaning, to the deepest. He hears all my secrets, and knows things about me that no one else would have ever guessed. The only time I'm perfectly happy anymore is when I'm with him. Andrew, baby, if your reading this, I love you more then I could ever promise. More then anyone else reading this could ever comprehend. It took me one day to know you, a few hours to be your friend, but only a glance to know I loved and love you. 
No matter what happens, you will be my love and my life. Nothing will ever change that. All I want is for you to be happy. So smile, babe, and we'll be together forever and ever.
 
x=2
 
 
 
Poems by Edgar Allen Poe 
 
The ring is on my hand, 
And the wreath is on my brow; 
Satin and jewels grand 
Are all at my command, 
And I am happy now. 
 
And my lord he loves me well; 
But, when first he breathed his vow, 
I felt my bosom swell- 
For the words rang as a knell, 
And the voice seemed his who fell 
In the battle down the dell, 
And who is happy now. 
 
But he spoke to re-assure me, 
And he kissed my pallid brow, 
While a reverie came o'er me, 
And to the church-yard bore me, 
And I sighed to him before me, 
Thinking him dead D'Elormie, 
"Oh, I am happy now!" 
 
And thus the words were spoken, 
And this the plighted vow, 
And, though my faith be broken, 
And, though my heart be broken, 
Here is a ring, as token 
That I am happy now! 
 
Would God I could awaken! 
For I dream I know not how! 
And my soul is sorely shaken 
Lest an evil step be taken,- 
Lest the dead who is forsaken 
May not be happy now. 
 
 
 
Thank Heaven! the crisis- 
The danger is past, 
And the lingering illness 
Is over at last- 
And the fever called "Living" 
Is conquered at last. 
 
Sadly, I know 
I am shorn of my strength, 
And no muscle I move 
As I lie at full length- 
But no matter!-I feel 
I am better at length. 
 
And I rest so composedly, 
Now, in my bed 
That any beholder 
Might fancy me dead- 
Might start at beholding me, 
Thinking me dead. 
 
The moaning and groaning, 
The sighing and sobbing, 
Are quieted now, 
With that horrible throbbing 
At heart:- ah, that horrible, 
Horrible throbbing! 
 
The sickness- the nausea- 
The pitiless pain- 
Have ceased, with the fever 
That maddened my brain- 
With the fever called "Living" 
That burned in my brain. 
 
And oh! of all tortures 
That torture the worst 
Has abated- the terrible 
Torture of thirst 
For the naphthaline river 
Of Passion accurst:- 
I have drunk of a water 
That quenches all thirst:- 
 
Of a water that flows, 
With a lullaby sound, 
From a spring but a very few 
Feet under ground- 
From a cavern not very far 
Down under ground. 
 
And ah! let it never 
Be foolishly said 
That my room it is gloomy 
And narrow my bed; 
For man never slept 
In a different bed- 
And, to sleep, you must slumber 
In just such a bed. 
 
My tantalized spirit 
Here blandly reposes, 
Forgetting, or never 
Regretting its roses- 
Its old agitations 
Of myrtles and roses: 
 
For now, while so quietly 
Lying, it fancies 
A holier odor 
About it, of pansies- 
A rosemary odor, 
Commingled with pansies- 
With rue and the beautiful 
Puritan pansies. 
 
And so it lies happily, 
Bathing in many 
A dream of the truth 
And the beauty of Annie- 
Drowned in a bath 
Of the tresses of Annie. 
 
She tenderly kissed me, 
She fondly caressed, 
And then I fell gently 
To sleep on her breast- 
Deeply to sleep 
From the heaven of her breast. 
 
When the light was extinguished, 
She covered me warm, 
And she prayed to the angels 
To keep me from harm- 
To the queen of the angels 
To shield me from harm. 
 
And I lie so composedly, 
Now, in my bed, 
(Knowing her love) 
That you fancy me dead- 
And I rest so contentedly, 
Now, in my bed, 
(With her love at my breast) 
That you fancy me dead- 
That you shudder to look at me, 
Thinking me dead. 
 
But my heart it is brighter 
Than all of the many 
Stars in the sky, 
For it sparkles with Annie- 
It glows with the light 
Of the love of my Annie- 
With the thought of the light 
Of the eyes of my Annie.
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