Lexi.

18
Student
Coffee Girl
Bit of a Rock Chick
Anime/Manga Lover
Future Best Selling Author (=P)
Supernatural Fan Girl!:

winchesterisms

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As a rule I try to be nice to everyone...
...That's not to say I always succeed!

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I’m a hopeless dreamer,
Caught in my webs of fantasy,
Wishing and wanting and hoping,
For what I know can never be.

I'd rather be a dreamer, try for the impossible and fall short than not try at all! =D

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I’m not the person I used to be,
I’m not sure what’s happened to me,
I’ve changed so much in such a short time,
Is what I’m aiming for such a crime?

Sometimes you have to be selfish, your real friends will forgive you for it and you'll feel better for being true to yourself.

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AND NOW...

...For a little bit of pointless nonsense

There is a place deep in the jungle where weird and amazing sites can be seen it is called wat-u-lookin-at. This is where our story definitely doesn’t begin. There is a place in the desert where it rains more than anywhere else in the world; our story doesn’t begin here either. There is a sea that is dry, plain that is colourful and a country where people never see the sun (if you live there don’t be insulted i live there as well) its called Britain, our story takes place in none of those places.

There is a man with a long beard and a bird’s nest in his hair, now THAT is more like it; I’ll begin our story here. The man was old, older than the earth it would seem, those wise enough to not to listen to him were told of the time he had spend just listening to time, the age he had spend studying age and the dawn in which the world had dawned. Of course no one believed him he was just a mad old timer who had lived in a cave for too long, never cut his hair and told tales to mislead the God-fearing people of jin-de-bar.

The children of the town created tales of the devil that visited him and the things he had done, “you know Milly broke her foot yesterday,” they would mutter, “it was old timer’s fault, the devil told him to knock John’s ladder onto her!” but then some child with half a brain cell would ask “How did he manage to do that from 2 miles away, huh?!” and another would mutter “well, you know the devil has loads of power he gave some to old timer and now he has mind power!” and a knowing child with his nose in a book would inform every one “it’s telekinesis not mind power.” And soon every one would be arguing and some hot head would swing his arm in despair and hit Jonny the Thumb in the face who would hit Fred and Billy and soon they would all be fighting. 

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Why am i surprised that people still surprise me?

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And that my friends is that!

Note: All poetry and prose used on this page are my own and if you wish to use any of it you will need to get my permission first. =D