people who feel they can judge me when they barely no me,rapists,murderers,people that r racist,or just drive me mad can get lost or jump of a cliff

me bestest buddies

WARNING: i no how to use a gun and have plenty of em at my house,can use a bow and arrow,i no how to torchor people in many ways,i kno how to make a weapon out of basicly anything in the room at that time, and i kno martial arts so if u value ur life u wont mess wit family or friends

looks around yells "i got monkeys in me"

"they popped out of the snow like daisiesO.o"

"i need tacos i need them or i will explode"

dont question the randomness on my profile

whispers"ur in davey jones locker" "i kno that i kno where i am and dont think i dont"

"im not afraid of the dark im afraid of wats in it im not afraid of heights im afraid of falling im not afraid of loving im afraid of being loved back"

"gentle men i wash my hands at this madness"

D: i dont member anymore quotes how sad T.T

jack leaves "hm i miss him already" he is quit charming isnt he" "nobody move i think i dropped me brain"

"gentlemen,i wash my hands at this madness"

"im just a singer of simple songs"nananananananana

When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; When health is lost, something is lost; When character is lost, all is lost!

The only thing I regret about my past is the length of it. If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner.

No woman ever shot her husband while he was doing the dishes.

The best way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once.

There are three signs of old age: loss of memory ... I forget the other two.

Flying from the U.S. to Tokyo takes approximately as long as law school.

When people ask me if I have any spare change, I tell them I have it at home in my spare wallet.

I've always been well liked. I was so popular in school, everybody hated me.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire

Happiness is a mystery like religion, and it should never be rationalized.

We are never so happy nor so unhappy as we imagine.

We must travel in the direction of our fear.

Michael's Night True Story -- Worth Reading!!! At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Wondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Overthe years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students. However I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils. One such student was Michael. Michael was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Michael. But Michael said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Michael began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Michael tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn. Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, ' My mom's going to hear me play someday.' But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Michael off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in. Then one day Michael stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching! Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Michael (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing. 'Miss Hondorf I've just got to play!' he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital.Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Michael up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer.' Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Michael came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. 'Why didn't he dress up like the other students?' I thought.' Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?' Michael pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by a person his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo. And everyone was on their feet in wild applause. Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Michael in joy. 'I've never heard you play like that Michael! How'd you do it?' Through the microphone Michael explained:'Well Miss Hondorf . .. Remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning And well ...She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special.' There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Michael from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy, and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Michael as my pupil. No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy. . Of Michael's! He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why. Michael was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995. And now, a footnote to the story. If you are thinking about forwarding this message, you are probably thinking about which people on your address list aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message. The person who sent this to you believes that we can all make a difference.So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we act with compassion or do we pass up that opportunity and leave the world a bit colder in the process?

It’s true we don’t know what we’ve got until its gone, but it's also true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives.

A celebrity is a person who works hard all his life to become well known, then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognized.

An expert is a man who tells you a simple thing in a confused way in such a fashion as to make you think the confusion is your own fault

The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.

I plan on living forever. So far, so good.

Love your enemies. It makes them so dang mad.

When somebody tells you nothing is impossible, ask him to dribble a football. i so disagree with this but its funny XD

A prisoner of war is a man who tries to kill you and fails, and then asks you not to kill him.

All my life I've wanted, just once, to say something clever without losing my train of thought.

I learned law so well, the day I graduated I sued the college, won the case, and got my tuition back.

NO VIOLENCE ISNT THE ANSWER!!!!!!!!its the question nd the answer is yes :D

LOOK PEOPLE MY AVI IS FAT XD

If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?

THE "I BEFORE E RULE" I before E except after C nd when sounding like A its a neighbor in way nd on weekends nd holidays nd all throughout may ull always be wrong no matter what u say!!!!!!!