Hey everyone.

My name is Jessica, but you can call me Jess. I prefer it anyway.
Marmori is not my real surname, people! Oh yeah, I'm 15, nearly 16.

I love Pop and Rock:

My Chemical Romance
Avril Lavigne
Cascada
t.A.T.u.
Evanescence
Three Days Grace
Ana Johnsson
Fall Out Boy
Muse
Green Day
DHT
ATC
Savage Garden

And I'm constantly after new music, so surprise me.

I absolutely adore Mew Mew Power/Tokyo Mew Mew.
Both the anime and the manga.
I'm an encyclopedia on it.
Might be a little bit obsessed O.o'
I especially love Dren/Kisshu.
Mine.
Only mine.
You can't have him.
Go away.
I'm just kidding! Come baaaaaaaack!
But you still can't have him.


Aaaaaanyway... I love to read, write, RP, especially fantasy, be on the computer and watch TV. I also love swimming, one of the few sports I like.

I HATE running. Because I have asthma. I try to run, school marathons and so on, and I can hardly breathe. And if I have an adrenaline rush and try to run, I don't realize I can't breathe until I am practically on the ground gasping for air as the adrenaline wears off. It's not fair.

My parents wish I would go outside some more, but I don't because I can't breathe after just a little playing around. My mom tells me I am bringing it on myself by believing I have it. But it came before I was even sure I had it. The doctor told my mom to get her head out of the sand, I have asthma. I don't have a pump or anything.

I also have glasses. I'm near-sighted. It took 3 months of complaining to get my mom to take me for eye testing, because the last time she took me they told me it was all in my head.

I seem to get that a lot, huh?

I love to just sit quietly sometimes and think. My younger brother has it better than me. He's smarter than me too. He skipped a grade.

There are some things I like about me, though. My teeth, for one. They're perfectly straight, I never had braces, and I've never needed a filling. My brother has a lot of fillings, and he will need braces. He can run fast though.

I like my hair. I'm practically the only girl in the school with short hair.

I'm not exactly thin. But I don't mind. That's just me. I'm ok with myself in general.

I have great friends, who are always there for me. Thanks guys!

I guess I don't have it too bad, huh?

~Jess

P.S. If you need to know anything else about me, you're probably a stalker.



I was far from the perfect warrior, but then again, so was she. Her shaking form confirmed as much. She was just a girl still, not ready for the battle and turmoil of war, we both weren't.


98 percent of those who like Tokyo Mew Mew only like it. If you are one of the 2 percent who are OBSESSED, copy and paste this into your profile.


IF you have ever run into a door, copy and paste this into a file
If you have ever run into a tree, copy and paste this into your file
If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your file
If you have ever fallen up the stairs, copy and paste this into your file
If you have ever tripped down the stairs, copy and paste this into your file
If you have ever pushed a door that says pull, or visa versa, copy and paste this into your file
If you've ever laughed so hard tears streamed down your face, you banged your head repeatedly on a table, and received strange looks from everyone in the immediate vicinity, copy and paste this into your file.
If there are times you want to annoy people just for the heck of it, copy and paste this into your file
If you hate those obnoxious, snobby people, PLEASE copy this into your file
If you believe PREPS TRAVEL IN PACKS, copy this into your file
If you hear voices in your head, copy this into your file
If you think being unique is cooler than being cool, copy this onto your file.


Ninety-eight percent of teenagers do or have tried smoking pot. If you're part of the two percent who hasn't, copy this, and paste it in your profile.


If you know a video game/book/movie/anime/manga character or weapon that need(s) to exist, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you love and hate your life at the same time, copy this to your profile
If you laugh secretly at some people or keep on comparing them with characters because they resemble some characters, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this into your profile.
If you've ever asked a really stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this one your profile.
If you hug cute toys when no one's looking, paste this to your profile.
If you like/love copying and pasting stuff into your profile, copy and paste this into your profile.
If your dad gets a kick out of explosions, copy and paste this to your profile.
If YOU get a kick out of explosions, copy and paste this to your profile.
If you think your Profile is getting a little cramped, post this on your profile.
If you like snow days, Copy and Paste this onto your profile.
If you have ever said something that had nothing to do with your current conversation, copy and paste this into your profile!
If you are insane, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you think Masaya (from TMM) should be: shot, ripped open, choked and buried (if still) alive, then RE-POST this!


What I wish I’ve known sooner: Copy and paste this to your profile and add something to the list!

Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.
Dropping a cellular phone in a bathtub full of water kinda will kill the phone.
Your mother will find out if you dye your hair purple. Or any colour that isn't your natural colour, really.
If you fall with your friends rollerblades on and end up with a huge scar on your leg from falling, don't use the same friends rollerblades again when you have brand new pants on!
Don't do cheers off a diving board.
Ten years from now (or sometimes even next year) what we freak out about or are embarrassed by won't matter.
Zits always pop up when you really can't afford for them to pop up.
When in doubt, duck. When certain don't bother, cuz you're already screwed.
Sometimes smart people can do very, very stupid things.
You can't light fireworks in the basement and not get caught.
Hair is flammable. VERY FLAMMABLE.
Never ever trust your friend with scissors against your hair.
Someday you will look back on this and it will all seem funny.
If you can laugh at yourself, you are going to be fine.
If you allow others to laugh with you, you'll be GREAT!
Kissing is the most fun thing. Dancing is almost as fun.
There are two kinds of people in this world...those that play hopscotch and sing in the shower, and those that lie alone at night with tears in their eyes. Everyone has a choice as to which we want to be...and everyone is a little of both.
If you're smaller than the person you want to stand up to, then just forget it.
If you walk into a window that opens outward around your friends fuss, you're more likely to cry if they fuss.
If you walk into said window, and start laughing like a lunatic, you are DEFINITELY going to get strange looks.


Friends:

FRIENDS: Lend you their umbrella.
BEST FRIENDS: Take yours and say 'RUN b***h RUN!'
FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.
FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!
FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.
BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin' "THAT WAS FRICKING AWESOME!"
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Won't tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when you're not down anymore.
FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.
FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
BEST FRIENDS: Loses your crap and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."
FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd's butt that left you.
FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."
FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.
FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college.
BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.
FRIENDS: Will comfort you when the guy rejects you
BEST FRIENDS: Will go up to him and say 'It's because your gay isn't it?'
FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter.
BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this crappp!!


When someone annoys you it takes 42 muscles to frown about it but it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and punch the crap out of them!
"The dinosaurs extinction wasn't an accident. Barney came and they all committed suicide."
All things considered, insanity may be the only reasonable alternative.
When angry, count to ten, when very angry, swear.
Education is important; school however, is another matter.
I am on a quest to the deepest, darkest corners of my room in search of what some would call "a floor" - a long and difficult task awaits me. Wish me luck my friends for I may not return alive.
When life gives you lemons, alter their DNA and make SUPER LEMONS!
Music is like candy-you throw away the rappers. (Darn straight!)


To Every Girl:
To every girl that is SCARED to
put her heart out there again,
because she has been HURT
too many times or so badly.
To every girl that has been
cheated on,
because she's not a slut
who gives it up to any guy.
To every girl that
dresses cute,
not skanky.
To every girl who
just wants to be called
beautiful.
To every girl that will spend her
whole day looking
for the perfect present for you.
To every girl who gets her heart
broken, because he
chose that b***h instead.
To every girl that would die
to have a decent boyfriend.
To every girl who would just once
like to be treated like a princess.
To every girl that cries at night
because of another heartbreak.
To every girl that
just wants to hold hands.
To every girl who
just wants him to call.
To every girl who lies
awake at night thinking about him.
To every girl that
just wants to cuddle.
To every girl who shows how much
she cares and gets nothing back.
To every girl that thought:
"Maybe this one could be the one."
To every girl who is just
looking for that one and
only. and is having a rough
time along the way.
To every girl that doesn't want
a guy who just plays with her
emotions but actually cares about
how she feels.
To every girl who wants
words backed up with actions.
To every girl that fell for all the lies
only to find themselves alone in the end.
To every girl that gave her heart away
to have it shoved back in her face.
Never again.
To every girl that has faith that
"tomorrow will be a better day."
And it will be.
If you are a nice girl put this on you profile under the title : "To Every Girl:"


1 out of every 4 people are insane. Look at your three best friends; if it's not them, it's you.
Some say the glass is half full, others the glass is half empty, all I want to know is who's drinking my water!
When life gives you lemons, make grapefruit juice, and let life wonder how the heck you did that!
Two things are infinite; the universe, and human stupidity... not so sure about the universe.
If the left side of your brain controls the right side of your body, then only left handed people are in their right mind. (... so THAT's why I'm crazy.. ohhh)
Silence is golden but duct tape is silver
Boys are like slinkeys: useless, but fun to watch fall down the stairs.
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.
The newscaster is the person who says "Good evening" and then tells you why it's not.
What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
When you get caught looking at him, just remember, he was looking back.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away, if well aimed.
As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two...
If God had intended for Man to smoke, he would have set him on fire.
When life hands you lemons... ask for a refund.
Bad pickup line #138: "So... you're a girl, huh?"
Everything here is eatable. Even I'm eatable, but that, my children, is called cannibalism, and is frowned upon in most societies. - Willy Wonka

You are a writer if:
You talk to yourself a lot. (e.g. Hmm, what would happen if it was sunny the day Bella got hit by the van? Oh, story idea!! Must get to computer!)
You talk to yourself about talking to yourself. (e.g. 'Why do I constantly ask myself random things?')
When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. (e.g. 'Have you ever noticed that deliver could mean someone's liver?')
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..."
You live off sugar and caffeine (the two greatest things ever discovered!)
You'll check your e-mail every day of the week and then disappear off the face of the earth. (guilty look)
Your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random (but they also have impeccable grammar).
When replying to an e-mail, you'll never actually address the point of it.
You tend to collect Bic Stics off the ground like picking pennies off the ground.
No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.
The letters on your keyboard are wearing off.
Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.
People think you have A.D.D.
You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.
You zone out even with other people.
You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.
You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason
Your friends stopped looking at you funny a loooooong time ago.
You're profile is REALLY long.
Your computer runs out of memory.
You can't stop writing!
And FINALLY, the one way to tell if you're a good writer: You failed English 101.
I guess I'm an author. . .



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 boy!!
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 and if you almost cried post this in your profile.



Did you read all the way to the bottom?
Wow.
You're awesome.
*Hands you a cookie and then disappears in a puff of smoke, probably to pash Kisshu.*