For anyone who doesn't believe in ghosts, I beg to differ. I just found out that my room is haunted...either that or I'm going insane. Now, you may be wondering why I'm positive that my room is haunted. Here ae several good reasons:

1. Electrical appliancesoccasionally malfunction or turn off randomly.

2. Every time you walk in, it feels like someone is behind you.

3. On a few occasions, my door has opened and closed repeatedly.

4. Even when it's summer, the temperature drops for random intervals of time.

5. Occasionally, I can hear soft footsteps.

Now, I also have reason to believe that it's just haunting me. Reasons for that:

1. No one feels anything besides me and, in the event that they do, I'm standing right next to them.

2. Doors swing open further when I walk past them, even if I don't touch them and make virtuallyno air current.

3. I can hear my name being called...and then there's no one there.

4. I can hear noises all around me when there's not any real reason for them to be that loud or there in the first place.

5. About ten seconds ago, music started going off randomly on my computer. And that music wasn't even on my computer! I'd never even heard it before!

Yes, every single one of these is true. So...do you believe in ghosts now?

Okay,I decided that now would be a good time to check on things around here. I've been on fanfiction so much I hardly ever come around anymore.

Quick update: I am fourteen, a clone of Sam and...what? Yeah, I practically am Sam's clone. Why? I am a fourteen-year-old Goth vegetarian. That answer your question? Good.

My favorite series is now tied between Maximum Ride and Twilight. They're both awesome. Vampire Kisses is really cool, too.

Danny Phantom is still and will always be my favorite TV show.

My Mom said that if the timing is right, I can go to the 2008 Danny Phantom New York Rally. Yes, that doesmean thatmy whole familycurrently knows that I like Danny Phantom. And since I've now officially dragged my brother into liking DP, he'll want to go, too.

The person I hate has finally moved away. All the way to Scotland.

Any and all reminders of Danny Phantom have still been following me around like crazy.

I just realized that my two favorite colors are the colors of Danny Fenton'seyes and hair.

Yeah, I think that's about it. Okay, back to fanfiction!

I'm not completely leaving these forums, but I'm going to be on a lot less. I practically live on fanfiction.net now (I'm still DPcrazy). Yes, I'm still completely obsessed with Danny Phantom, that's not changing any time soon. Yes, I am still suffering the heartbrake (how dorky is that?). I think that I've narrowed it down why, though. I'm sure that at least a few of you will agree. This whole cruddy situation, it's like losing a best friend, one that we've had for four years. Suddenly,he's moved away into an isolated town where you'll never seehim again and all you have left to remember him by are pictures and videos, but you can never experience more of their life again. You know part of it, but now you'll never see him through more of it. Trust me, I speak from much, much, much experience. I've had around ten of my friends move away from me and I never heard from them again. It was the same thing every time. Make a friend, keep them for a year or two and become close, and then watch sadly as they move away and leave my life for good. You'd think that I'd be used to it by now, but I'm not. What's worse, out of the many friends that I've had, I've only been able to keep one for more than three years...and I only get to see her once a year (because I moved and had to leave most of my friends behind). The other twenty, they've either moved or we've lost touch (like the one I'm losing right now; more fun). Some of them became real jerks. One of them turned me down just for her spot in the popular group (at least she's moving out of the country near the end of November (yes, I was extremely happy. Not only out of state, out of country)). Another one ditched me and then laughed at my fifth grade autobiography project (thank goodness for blackmail. I had a picture in there of her at my birthday party and she had cake all over her face). Anyway, enough of my rambling and life story, Danny was kinda like a friend (plus, I'm a lot like Sam too: Goth...ish, vegetarian, cares about the enviornment, creature of the night doomed to a family of morning people), and losing him after so long...not fun. So, once again, I fall down that path. If only someone would put an "off limits" sign on it.

In other news, I'm officially 14 as of September 28th, and my favorite books are now the Maximum Ride series. Thanks for the tip, guys! School sucks as usual, but I'm still alive...I think. Unless this is my ghost typing this...Okay, people, it's 1am and I've been watching my downloaded eps of DP for the last hour, give me a break.

Weird things that have happened to me lately;

-The names "Danny," "Sam," and "Tucker" have been following me around like crazy.

-I saw the "V-man Concrete" truck again.

-I saw another truck with "McLane" or "McLain" written on it.

-I went to a midevil fair today and thee was this jousting thing. Get this; one of the jousters' names was Danny and his colors were green and blue.

If these aren't signs (maybe that I'm losing it), then I don't know what the heck are.