PinkSlippers

There is a parasite that comes from cow feces. A snail eats the feces. Then, the parasite burrows out of the snail, covered in a ball of slime. An ant comes along and eats said ball of slime. The parasite gains control of the ant's brain. For whatever reason, the parasite makes the ant sit upon the top of the tallest blade of grass it can find at night, and it stays there, all night.

The first bulletproof vest was invented by a woman.

Birth control pills also work on gorillas.

All of these. I don't hate them, actually, I just prefer to stay away from people in general. Aside from the choice few in my special circle.

WOOOO! Minecraft and Portal! Doesn't make me a gamer girl, but those are my favorites. C:

oh my... where to start?

In the past week, I have:

1. Slid rockstar style down a hallway and then two flights of stairs, resulting in the loss of a layer of skin on my bare legs...

2. Eaten a bug (on accident)...

3.Told my boyfriend to "go play with his balls", referring to the tennis balls he had in his backpack...

4. Taught my teacher the "Yes" dance (If you don't know it, Youtube is a wonderful thing.)...

5. Fallen out of a desk and into a guy's lap.

Lovely. Such grace, amiright?

Personality-Wise: I generally hope that they have a good sense of humor, have a happy outlook on life, and is someone who likes to have a good debate once in a while. I don't like when they agree with everything I say. Also, obviously, they need to be kind to me AND others.

Appearance-Wise: Lively eyes, taller than I am, which is five foot three, and a nice smile. Not super skinny, but slim with some strength behind it. Someone who cares somewhat about his appearance, but isn't obsessed with it.

As you can see, I like a nice, happy medium.

She looked down at the little filly as she picked up the ice cubes.

"Do you need any help picking those up?" She knelt to help her. "I'm Pink. Pink Slippers. And what is your name?"

Dead space. ALL Dead Space. >_<

Big Macintosh or Brae Burn. Big Macintosh because he's big and strong, Brae Burn because I'm a sucker for a guy with a southern accent.

I love the hunger games. Peeta is my favorite. He's so adorable and funny! xD

"Lets see..." Pink Slippers mumbled as she began to unfold her map. "I don't see a 'River Rock St.' on this map." She continued to scan the map, trying to find her street. *Where is it??* She thought as panic began to rise in her throat. *Did I write down the wrong street name??* She recognized some of the street names, but she couldn't find hers.

For the first time, she noticed the title at the top of the map.

"Map of.... Canterlot??" She sighed with frustration. That would explain why she recognized the streets... that was where she used to live! "Now what do I do?"

Across the street, she noticed two ponies and a small filly standing near what appeared to be a sandwich shop. "I know! I'll ask them. Maybe they'll happen to have a map handy!"

"Um... Hello!" she called out. She trotted across the street so she wouldn't have to yell. "My name is Pink Slippers. I'm new here. My map is... well..." She blushed, embarrassed. "Well, it's the wrong one. I accidentally grabbed my dad's map of Canterlot. Do you think you could help me find River Rock Street?"

Pink Slippers trotted underneath shady trees and beside bushes blooming with pale yellow flowers, wondering what this foreign place was going to be like for her. Her saddlebags carried her prized posessions, clothing, baked goods from her mother, a few bits from her father to get her started, and a map. A thousand different thoughts bounced back and forth in her head- so many that she was certain a headache would be in her very near future.

What will the ponies be like? Wow, these buds are simply marvelous at this time of year! Will my dance class be able to prosper here? Will anypony actually be interested in dancing? It will be difficult transferring to a big town house from a small ranch house. I miss my friends in Ponyville. Maybe I'll get a pet?

I'm in!

Mine is also my username! This is my main pony, but I'm making others too.

I want my funeral to be a huge party! With lots of balloons and pasta and a petting zoo. I want people to celebrate me, not mourn me. So I asked my friend to, when I die, take the liberty of spiking the punch.

Hm. I hate it in multiplayer games like Black Ops when as soon as you use your (female) voice, all of a sudden all these people begin to hit on you. I actually talk in a deep voice when I play so no one hits on me.

Hurting people who are close to me, the ocean and other choppy deep water, dark rooms, bugs, drama, locked rooms, being buried alive, ax murderers, rapists, CLOWNS.

Oh god, clowns.

I bite M&M's in half.

I eat the cake before frosting.

When I eat Lucky Charms, I eat all the cereal bits first so I have just marshmallows at the end.

I have drank Ketchup before (I was hungry, and there wasn't a whole lot of options.)

I like color coding skittles, M&M's and other candies before eating them (when I eat the very last one, that color is named the supreme overlord of candy.)

Online- Pink, Pinky.

IRL- Kellie Bean, Pinky, Kerrie Rae, Smiles-a-Bunch, Sunflower, Kell, Sweet Pea, Grasshopper, Little-Miss-Artsy. <3

Here's 15 year old me... C: Hehe. This is quite possibly the best photo that has ever been taken of me.

My Friend did this to poor cleverbot.

User: I want your body.

Cleverbot: I want yours too.

User: Have you ever sneaked into the girl's bathroom?

Cleverbot: No one goes in there because of moaning myrtle.

BAHAHA!

WELCOME TO THE HERD~

YAY! Welcome to the herd!

I'm 15! Welcome to the herd!

OH YES.

Death Note

Bleach

Durarara

Fooly Cooly

Kuroshitsuji

Hetalia

Full Metal Alchemist

The Dreaming

Special Agent Luna

PROUD OTAKU.