My Guy

Haha So my friend was bugging me today, about what kind of guy I like and I had a hard time answering. So I've decided I'm going to list all the things that would, if combined, make my perfect guy...maybe. He'd have to be smart and independent, kind and generous. He'd have to be artistic, spontaneousness and up for just about anything. He shouldn't be afraid to express himself, he'd have to be a little dominate. He'd have to be patient and passionate. He'd need to love animals. He should be taller,and older than me. He's have tattoos and morals. He'd love me for me.

Quotes

‎" don't be pushed by your problems, be led by your dreams."- One of my Facebook friends who probably stole it from some one else. 
"Never let ANYONE else control YOUR happiness!!! It's YOURS!! YOU own it!! It's the ONLY thing in life you will ever really own!
Keep it... love it.... live it!!"- My best friends dad. 
"Why do we kill people who kill people to show people that killing people is wrong?"-unknown
"FINALS stands for 'F*ck I Never Actually Learned Shit!"- My friends ex-friend 
"I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ."- Mohandas Gandhi
"Marilyn Monroe wasn't even her real name, Charles Manson isn't his real name, and now, I'm taking that to be my real name. But what's real? You can't find the truth, you just pick the lie you like the best."-Marilyn Manson

"When you're taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love?"- Marilyn Manson

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
Mark Twain

It is not length of life, but depth of life.  Ralph Waldo Emerson

I not only use all the brains that I have, but all that I can borrow. Woodrow Wilson

Story beginning 2

Okay this is the other story I think I like the other better. These will fallow the same plot after a little while but I need to know witch to continue. I've changed the names but other than that there should be several similarities you should already see that once I continue the plot will become important, that's why there in both it's not because I'm uncreative or something. If you have comments, suggestions or opinions I'd love to hear them.

“Hey, Maggie,” says Mickey a boy who I meet and started hanging out with about a year ago. He’s been livin’ on the streets sine he was fifteen, that was three years ago. He’s tall and has real light blonde hair and big green eyes, he reminds me of a dog, he can be real sweet and playful sometime and other times he’s yellin’ and getting into all sorts a trouble.

                “Hey, Mick what’s on the agenda for tonight?”

                “Oh nothing much, I was thinking about hanging with Roger and Pete, if you’re up for it.” Ugh. I hate those two the three boys have been friends for who knows how long. But the other two don’t like me and they’re different from Mick they’re mean all the way through. They get into trouble constantly not caring who they hurt, or what they damage. They cost me my job about a month ago, they came in and were asking all sorts of stupid questions and breaking things and making a real big mess. I got so fed up with them I started yellin’ at them to leave and they filed reports and talked to the manager who hated me and was looking for a reason to fire me.  I haven’t found another job and I hadn’t been working there long enough to pay for anything, so for now I’m stuck on the streets with Mick.

                “Yah, sure that’s cool,” I say flatly.

                “Sweet!” Mick says pretending not to notice how much I obviously don’t want to go. “Let’s go I told them I’d meet them up by the park.” When we get to the park, or what’s left of what was once a park it’s really old and rusty and very few people ever come here, I see Roger and Pete standing by the slide. Roger’s a big guy who’s not very bright but will punch your brains out if you say anything about it; he’s got dark hair that’s been shaved close to his head. Pete on the other hand is a bit smarter but is one of the skinniest people I’ve ever met; his medium brown hair is long and hangs in his face.

                “Oh, hell why’d you bring her?” Says Roger, looking at me as if I had so kind of disease.

                “What’d you mean? Why wouldn’t I bring Maggie?”

                “Oh just forget it,” snarls Roger.  

Story beginning 1

So I've been messing around with writing and I've started a story and would like to know your opinions on it and I'll probably post an alternate and I'd love it if you'd tell me witch you like best, how to improve/ continue. Remember though these are just starts and I have a plan the story will get better but I've always been horrid at starting/ ending my stories.
    As I climb out my second story window, I begin to wonder how great this idea really is. I’ve done it a few times but it still gets to me and being afraid of heights doesn't help any. I start crawling my way over to where the chimney is, there’s a vine that’s been there so long I think the only way it would come off the chimney is if we knock out the whole chimney. It’s pretty far away from my room but I make it there after a few minutes of crawling. I grasp the thick, dark green vine and find a place for my feet. I climb down quickly I was always better a climbing down it than I was going up. I jump to the ground when I’m about five feet off the ground and land gracefully on my feet. I guess the ten years of karate I was forced to take paid off. I can’t take any of the cars because they all have trackers in them and my parents will figure out I’m gone so enough, so I walk around the house to the back where there’s a garden and there’s also a spot under the fence I can crawl through. After pulling myself free of the fence I hop off my stomach and dust myself off, the part of my sleeve got caught on the fence and it got ripped. It wasn’t bad so I wasn’t too worried, actually I kind of like how it looks.

                 Right behind my house, it’s more of a mansion actually, is a forest I used to play here when I was little I loved how I could me myself and no one judged me, not out here. I don’t ever come out here anymore though because there was an accident when I was twelve so I avoid these woods as much as I can. I start walking out towards the road I won’t have to walk to far because Hunter my closest friend and the only one that I really trust and talk to has a car and is picking me up not too far away. I round the corner of the street and my house disappears and I see Hunter’s black pickup sitting there waiting for me with him in the driver’s seat.

                “Hey, Melody,” Hunter calls.

                “Hey, so what’re our plans for tonight?”

                “Hmm well we could go to Madison’s party,” he says while he scrunches up his nose. He doesn’t like Madison at all; he dated her for about a day and said she was one of the meanest people he’d ever met. I’m not too fond of her either.

                “No thanks,”

                “Alright we could go hang out with Robby and Chase, they said they didn’t have anything going on but I’m sure we could think of something.”

                “Yah, sure that’s always fun,” I said thinking of the last time we hung out with them and we had a scavenger hunt with lawn gnomes. It didn’t work out that well considering the people who lived over where we were didn’t really have lawns; they’re more like a box with some grass in it.

                “Haha yeah,” Hunter said obviously thinking of the same thing. It takes about thirty minutes to get over to where Robby and Chase live, once we make it over there we meet up with them at this run down park. All that’s left of it is some rusted playground equipment, but it makes a decent hang out spot.

                “Hey, hey,” yells Robby

                “Hey,” Hunter and I reply at the same time.

                “God, do you two always do that?”

                “No,” we say again at the same time and burst out laughing.

                “Haha very funny,” Rob says in a monotone voice. 

Stuff about me

Okay so newbie here.. I figured I'd just tell you some stuff about me because well I can. I'm a nice person generally but there are a few people who annoy the hell out of me. I don't like a lot of  people really but I can tolerate most of them, but the people who think of nothing but them selves and don't care how it affects others. I just can't stand people like that. I avoid conflict as much as I can but if I feel strongly about something I'll speak out about it.I hate animal abusers and people who act like we're so much better than animals, because I don't think we are any better. An animal does what it has too to survive. We kill and destroy because we enjoy it or are just to ignorant or lazy to do any thing about it. So you can make your own decision but that's what I think. I also am very excepting I'll let you think what you want to think if you'll acknowledge my opinion and let me explain why I think what I think and if you'll tell me why you think what you think. If you treat me with respect then I'll treat you with respect. I don't care if your 50 years older than me or 50 year younger than me (Although it's not possible at the moment) if you don't respect me and the people around me I won't respect you. I'm horribly afraid of needles, but hope to one day be a vet.(maybe I'm still looking at other options) I love animals they're my passion and I will work with them when I get older. I want a job that lets me work with animals, draw/take photos, travel a lot, make a difference, make quit a bit of money, and settle down some where when/if I want to.(You can see why I'm still looking at my options.) I love art and music. I'm currently in band, playing the flute but also learning guitar, and in art and I love both. I'm blond, (and smart believe it or not) blue eyed and so pale it hurts (Literally I get sunburned all the time). I'm a sophomore in high school and along with my forced classes taking French 2 and trying to deiced if I should take French 3 next year. I kind of suck at French though so you know if you speak French and English well and you wouldn't mind helping me, mainly through summer, then I'd love you for ever. (Not really....well maybe.) My favorite color is blue and my parents are divorced. I think I've bored you all enough with all this stuff about me so I'll stop now.