My name is Samantha and I usually go by Sami. I'm a total dork, crazy and random. Yeah, I'm pretty awesome ^_~
Some facts about me:
My birthday is December 21, 1991.
My parents are divorced, and I just refer to my dad as Donnie. And sometimes my mom as Sherry, depends on if we're fighting or not.
I have a younger sister and an older sister. My younger sister used to have an account on theO but she has abandoned us XD
I live in Ohio.
I'm a Christian.
I've had problems with depression so occasionally things can get a little dark here. But I'm doing much better now.
I go to an AMAZING church. I can't get there very often, but I go whenever I can.
I do not have a boyfriend as of yet. But I'm in the market ;p
I am very random. VERY. Crazy and I love it. So be prepared ^^
I like to write fanfics and random stories. I have a fanfic on my other world and it will be finished eventually, I swear!! Just... Don't hold your breath, ne?
I love music.
I've been home schooled since the tenth grade and recently graduated high school.
I have a kitty named Artemis. He's my baby and he's what helped me through my depression the most.
I babysit and I like to talk about the baby and post pictures because while I may not have the "math gene" I definitely got a double dose of the "mothering gene."
My email is [email protected] if you want to email me. Please do, because I never get email. BUT ABSOLUTELY NO CHAIN MAIL!!!

Poem/Challenge Entry

Well, I wrote this poem I'd say about... Three, four years ago. This was when my depression was very bad. I wrote poems a lot then. This is an entry for the Emotional Writing challenge by shannenking. It doesn't have a title. I should say, I never let people read my poetry. Never. I entered a poem in a library writing contest once, but I wouldn't read it at the awards ceremony when they asked me to. So please be nice.

Is a family still a family
When the father doesn't care?
Is a family still a family
When the mother's never there?

The father never comes around.
When he does, he just stares.
The TV's easier to listen to
Than his children who are there.

The mother never listens
When you tell her why you're scared.
Something's always more important
Than why you're standing there.

Is a family still a family
When no one seems to care?
Is my family still a family
Or are we all just living here?

So that's my poem. I hope it's good ^^"