Aphrodite

While I was at camp half blood I stayed in the hermes cabin. Throughout the weeks I became very skilled with a dagger, and I loved the arts and crafts. Every siku I went to arts and crafts and created the most colorful thing I could think of. Rachel and I became good friends. She alisema I was probably a daughter of Hephatuas au Athena since I like crafts so much. But I don't think so. It turns out Rachel is the camp oracle. Which I think is pretty cool.

That siku during practice something weird happened. I was practicing fighting with my dagger against Nico and I was dephanitly getting beaten....

now for a long time i thought and i thought and at first i hated it because it was sooooo different from the vitabu and i guess that is still partly true but it is not that that bugs me it is the fact that the movie is just plain bad. lets think about this kwa making some examples of great vitabu that have bin made into great sinema that are completely different

1 Jurassic Park: i read this book and i have to say it is probably one of the best vitabu i have ever red but the movie is completely different. wewe know what??? i don't care i upendo the movie.it is one of the best movie making achievements...

wewe might want to read the chapter one of this book before kusoma this chapter.

There were only two words to describe that moment. Very Freeky. wewe should know why I am describing the situation with those words. I mean, I was an eight foot tiger, that was supposed to be human not a tiger. Yet in a way, I felt very,a, strong. I could roar, jump, run. I could do so many unhuman things that i felt like I could fly. I felt free. I felt happy. (Thats a start! My dad had just died!!)

"RRROOOOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!" I jumped out and pounced on the giants."This is way to easy!" I said, but it came...

Found this on fanfiction. So it's all copied & pasted. Enjoy!

You Know You’re Obsessed With Percy Jackson When…

You go to the Empire State Building and wewe ask for the 600th Floor.

There’s a thunderstorm going on and wewe scream, “CALM DOWN, ZEUS!”

Every time wewe use the Internet, wewe thank Hermes.

When wewe see Harry Potter, wewe think of Percy with glasses.

You burn chakula to see if it smells good.

You see an owl, wewe go, “Hi Athena!”

You’re in a running/swimming race and you’re praying and sacrificing to Hermes/Poseidon.

You think that your inayopendelewa singer is a child of Apollo.

Someone...