Drako

- Books - Dancing - Music - Internet - Alyssa - Intelligent discussions. - Yoga - Sleeping - Fashion - Hair - Nails - My cat - Johnny Depp - Orlando Bloom - Languages - Cooking - Tiramisu - Egypt - The fact that I'm smarter than nearly everyone I know (Well, we all have ONE selfish one, don't we?) - Life's opportunities. What can I say? I love to learn, and I know I'm smart. I'm a huge opportunist and I'll take advantage of the moment. Without Alyssa I wouldn't be half the person I am now; I owe her a lot. She's my best friend.

1- I would handle the AIDS problem. Mandatory testing for EVERYONE. If you have it, off to Antarctica with you. Without a jacket. 2- There would be none of this equal opportunity crap. I don't mean racially, though. I mean stupid people. If you are an idiot, you'll be taking the next ship to Antarctica. On the same note, there won't be any lax school systems or testing programs. 3- Things that piss me off just have to go. Everyone wave bye-bye to baseball, professional wrestling, Scientology, and the Bush family. Okay. Probably I should stop. I've put a great deal of thought into how/when I would take over the world, and what I would do with it once it was mine. So, before I get ahead of myself and start doing the evil laughcackle thing, I am going to stop. **ya know, after reading over the thread, I've decided to continue. I COMPLETELY agree with ridding the world of McDonald's and its every parallel. Every person would be treated equally. As for crime: I'd bring back the good stuff. Child molestation, rape, murder, and attempts to overthrow me would be punishable by death. And not any sissy death like the needle... We're talking being drawn and quartered, hanging, burning, stoning, firing line. Pretty much whatever struck my fancy on execution day. And for your trial, you get no appeals. If you're guilty, you're guilty. And I get to be present at the trial. Theft and related crimes would be punished by removal of small extremities. With a dull saw. In public. Okay. Now I'm really quitting... I actually typed up an entire profile on what I'd do if I were dictator... I'll have to find it and post it...

There is no love at first sight. That would be lust.

Can I put this here? I think I can. Well, anyway, this is fanfiction of the Harry Potter variety. I hope you like it! WARNING: Mature audiences, please. This is all there is to it, but it contains some... less-than-pleasant images, so do be careful. Seriously, I'd say... 16+ on this one. Journal - June 22, 2004. 6:29 AM. I've killed again. I didn't mean it, but I just... had to... I saw him there, after we'd made love in my bed. He was so beautiful - too beautiful for me; I couldn't let him live if I couldn't keep him... So, even now as I write this, I wonder if he would have let me keep him. But no, I was just a one night stand to him. One night of sex and drinking and then we were done. No, he was done. I wasn't. He's number seventeen on a list that is sure to become longer. Since we'd been drinking, there are large portions of the evening I don't remember. I do remember lacing his drink in the pub, and I do remember offering to carry him up to my apartment where he could sleep for the night as he couldn't walk very well. I remember laying him down on my bed... I vaguely remember starting to kiss him... From there I can only assume that as I kissed him, one of my hands found its way up the front of his shirt, my fingers playing softly over his stomach. Maybe my other hand undid the buttons on his jeans. Maybe.. maybe... But no, journal, I won't speculate on things that I can't be sure of. All of this took place just hours ago - he's still on my bed. If you looked at him, just a glance, you couldn't tell he was dead. He looks like he's asleep. Just sleeping. He's on his back, his legs spread apart. Naked and drenched in sweat, both his and my own. Still beautiful. What I do remember, very clearly remember, is me tightening that cord around his neck. I remember.. the sound of him struggling to breathe... struggling to push me away. He tried. He failed. Obviously, he failed. If he had succeeded, it might be me laying there on my bed. Yes, journal, it could have been me laying there with that length of cord pulled around my neck, choking the very life out of me. But, journal, it wasn't, it was him. I remember... I felt tired and he was asleep... it's from this that I draw the conclusion that any sex we had was tiring and therefore very good. Pity, I'll never know . . . he may have been the best I ever had. I was laying next to him, my arm draped over his stomach and my head leaning on his, my lips pressed to his shoulder. I wouldn't allow myself to sleep. If I slept, he might leave me. I couldn't let him leave me. That's when I knew I had to do it, journal. I had to kill this man. Just like I had the others. This time it was different. I felt truly disgusted by what I was about to do. I lifted my head from his shoulder and softly kissed his lips, watching him sleep. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I could just stay awake. When he woke, I could just ask him not to leave. It seemed so simple... so easy... too easy. I sighed, journal, a heavy, heavy sigh, knowing what I was about to do. I stood, pulled his boxers over my legs, leaving my own somewhere on the floor. Left them where he'd tossed them I'm still not sure where. I then crossed to my dresser from which I withdrew a length of rope. As I held it in my hands I paused. Can I really do this to him? Yes, I decided. Yes. Not a matter of 'could I', but a matter of 'I have to'. If I didn't, he'd leave me. There I stood, my mind running over everything that we'd done together - I could remember it then, journal, but I can't remember it now.. I will forever be haunted by memories I don't have and things that I'd rather forget. I crossed the floor and got back onto the bed. He shifted his position just slightly; he faced the other way, still on his back, and his arm fell from his stomach. It was almost inviting me to lay next to him so he could pull me close. How I wanted to give into that unconscious invitation. But no, journal, I couldn't do that. I crawled over him, straddling him. Again, I leaned forward, touching my lips softly to his. Not really a kiss, more of a weak goodbye. Part of me wanted to wake him - to tell him to run while he still could. But no - him running would be him leaving me. By then I was obsessed with keeping him, journal. I had to have him. Look at him, even now he's still beautiful. Eyes you could just get lost in, journal. He woke up when I pulled my lips away. His arm raised from the bed and weakly touched my wrist as if to say he wanted me to kiss him again. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to touch him and feel him.. but I couldn't. As long as he lived, he could leave. Now journal, let me tell you, once I start feeling like that, it's all over for someone. I can't explain it, but this feeling of being pushed away and unwanted rushes over me and takes over. Now, as I moved my hands forward to place this piece of rope around his neck, he slept on. It wasn't until I started to tighten it did he wake up. I felt my skin growing hot, flushing, even, as I felt his eyes on me, panic growing in them. They were brilliantly green, his eyes were. That was the first time I took notice of that. He tried to scream, but no - the cord that was growing ever tighter around his throat stopped him from yelling. He couldn't yell, couldn't talk, couldn?t breathe. How long that lasted, I am not quite sure. I just remember leaning forward to kiss his forehead after he stopped breathing. I just left him there, came over here to write this. Journal, this is the only account of murder I will ever write in you, even though there were 16 before and will surely be more after him. Maybe someone will find this someday, find out what I did... hopefully I'll be long gone by then. Now, excuse me, please . . . I have to find something to do with this body. It's a shame to have to bury him, he's still so beautiful.... - DAM

[QUOTE=Zhara][SIZE=1][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Sturgeon eggs and triple ply for you and only you! Unfortunately, you seem to have developed a fish egg allergy and you use all your toilet paper because of the diarrhea that never ends. [B]I wish I was the best graphic artist on the OB.[/FONT][/SIZE][/B][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1] Wish granted, m'dear. With a catch, however. Being the best is very demanding! With skills like yours, your talents are in high-demand, everyone wanting something from you. Eventually, due to listening to excessive amounts of whining, lack of sleep, and eyeaches from staring at a computer screen CONSTANTLY, you go completely insane. They find you in your closet, hugging your knees to your chest screaming "No more pixels! Pleassssseeee!" [B]I wish for shoes. And a haircut. And a new outfit. But they have to be cute shoes.[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Alyssa, Alyssa... Honestly. Diseases. I can't get you to shush about them in real life, and now you're on about them on here. Lol, that's okay - it's interesting. And now, onto Ebola HF! -copy/pastes- Ebola HF typically appears in sporadic outbreaks, usually spread within a health-care setting (a situation known as amplification). It is likely that sporadic, isolated cases occur as well, but go unrecognized. A table showing a chronological list of known cases and outbreaks is available [URL=http://www.cdc.gov/ncidod/dvrd/spb/mnpages/dispages/ebotabl.htm]here.[/URL] The exact origin, locations, and natural habitat (known as the "natural reservoir") of Ebola virus remain unknown. However, on the basis of available evidence and the nature of similar viruses, researchers believe that the virus is zoonotic (animal-borne) and is normally maintained in an animal host that is native to the African continent. A similar host is probably associated with Ebola-Reston isolated from infected cynomolgous monkeys that were imported to the United States and Italy from the Philippines. The virus is not known to be native to other continents, such as North America. Infection with Ebola virus in humans is incidental -- humans do not "carry" the virus. Because the natural reservoir of the virus is unknown, the manner in which the virus first appears in a human at the start of an outbreak has not been determined. However, researchers have hypothesized that the first patient becomes infected through contact with an infected animal. After the first case-patient in an outbreak setting (often called the index case) is infected, humans can transmit the virus in several ways. People can be exposed to Ebola virus from direct contact with the blood and/or secretions of an infected person. This is why the virus has often been spread through the families and friends of infected persons: in the course of feeding, holding, or otherwise caring for them, family members and friends would come into close contact with such secretions. People can also be exposed to Ebola virus through contact with objects, such as needles, that have been contaminated with infected secretions. Symptoms include: High fever, headache, muscle aches, stomach pain, fatigure, diarrhea, chest pain, shock, sore throat, hiccups, rash, red and itchy eyes, vomiting blood, bloody diarreha, blindness, bleeding, and death. Love disease. -shudders- [/SIZE]

[size=1]You are now swimming happily in a giant bowl of Jello. Unfortunately, someone neglected to tell you that it is radioactive Jello, and it has come to life and begun digesting you. [b]I wish I could change my hair color at will.[/b][/size]

[SIZE=1]I don't know; I have a lot of different views on things. I think that if we're going to be the so-called "land of the free/home of the brave" or whatever, then we shouldn't be threatening to build a gigantic wall, similiar the the Great Wall of China, between Mexico and America to keep the Mexicans out. I also think there's something to be said for staying in your own country. I'm by no means racist, but I'm ALSO not of the opinion that humans are naturally a migratory species. *EDIT* ... pushed "enter" a little sooner than I meant to. Anyway, as I was saying. If I had my way, we'd all stay where we were born and call it good. I'm not into that whole personal imperialism deal. However, if we must we must, and some people feel that they MUST move to another country, and as long as people feel the need, they should be allowed to do so without all the complications.[/SIZE]

I personally prefer the "Scientific" view of things. I have a hard time wrapping my mind around other things. I like things that can be proven, can be tangible, and that make sense. Chances are that if you can't prove it to me, I'm not going to believe it.

-pets my Alyssa- Very pretty, dearest. Where, precisely, are the ones you did of me...? Hmm? Lol. Love them, lovely.

Hi, I'm Rochelle and I'm 17 from the lovely land of Oregon. Drako [Malfoi] is my fanfiction penname, because yes, I'm a Harry Potter nerd. I got an account on here with encouragement from my best friend, Alyssa, whose UserID is Zhara. 'twas the Random Facts thread that lured me in. Lol. I'm a junior in high school, I live with my friend's family (Looooooonnnnng story.), and I'll be moving in with my oldest brother in the relatively near future (also a long story.). I -heart- message boards, because I'm a nerd... so this should be a fun place. xox Me.

[QUOTE=Soliel][color=green][font=Comic Sans MS]"Workers" in social insect colonies (ants, bees, etc.) are females with no reproductive organs, the only males in the colony are drones who's only purpose is to mate with the queen. It is physically impossible for a human to be a true hermaphodite (posess a full set of both male and female sex organs), but all earthworm are. All human embryoes start developing female, until a particular hormone is releised by the male excusive Y chromosome in the 15th week of pregnancy; this is why men have nipples. Oh, and it's plausible for an inmate in prison to kill a guard using a cross-bow made out of newspaper (I'm watching Mythbusters right now :animesmil ). I'll put some more up later![/font][/color][/QUOTE] I always wondered why men had nipples... and now I know. Lol. Anyway, here's more. The longest one-syllable word in the English language is "screeched." On a Canadian two dollar bill, the flag flying over the Parliament Building is an American flag. Barbie's measurements if she were life size: 39-23-33. All of the clocks in Pulp Fiction are stuck on 4:20. No word in the English language rhymes with month. A coat hanger is 44 inches long if straightened Canada is an Indian word meaning "Big Village". "Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt". The word 'byte' is a contraction of 'by eight.' The word 'pixel' is a contraction of either 'picture cell' or 'picture element.' Isaac Asimov is the only author to have a book in every Dewey-decimal category. Cat's urine glows under a blacklight. The average ear of corn has eight-hundred kernels arranged in sixteen rows. The first Ford cars had Dodge engines. Chrysler built B-29's that bombed Japan, Mitsubishi built Zeros that tried to shoot them down. Both companies now build cars in a joint plant call Diamond Star.

[SIZE=1][QUOTE]But Salaam is Arabic word for peace. I thought the Hebrew word for peace is Shalom (still similar, since Arabic and Hebrew are similar).[/QUOTE] ... hi, this is Rochelle, with my own account on here now. I thought it was the other way around. Hmm... I think I'll look. -does so-[/SIZE]