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»Cadioli.Walter.Pirovano.
- «CAD &/or CAY
« Eighteen
« Bouncing Baby Boy.
« I like the things with Boobies.
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- « I am 5’10½”
« I am 147lbs.
«If you haven’t seen yet, the only things I have pierced are my ears. No nose, No Belly, No Lip, No Eyebrow, ETC. I also don’t have any tattoos, and I’ll tell you why later…
• Uh, Hey, pleasure to meet you... Well, not really, but eh... I guess you want to learn something about me right? Heh, if that wasn't obvious enough by the fact you are most likely reading this. Anyway, back to talking about me. Let's start with how I came to be, shall we. Okay... So like, my parents met at a Shoney's, yes a Shoney's... My Mother was the waitress and my Dad was waiting for his actual date to show up, but she stood him up, and my Mom felt sorry for him so they talked for a while and got to know each other better. Four years later they decided to get hitched, then two years later I came along. I was born on March 25th. On the birth certificate, my parents couldn't decide between having my first name be ‘Cadioli’ like my Dad wanted, because he is Italian, or ‘Walter’, because my Mom just liked that name. But when you finally have the kid, I guess you can make that decision pretty quick. So that is why I am named that way, they comprised over it, and they are kind of fund of it.
For my younger years, they were pretty good. My Parents were full time workers. So I was raised by the neighborhood ladies who had nothing better to do in there lives than babysit for a living. She had teenage kids and they would always change the Channel from Cartoons, to ‘Goosebumps’. I was probably five at this time; I was really scared and thought it was real! I didn’t tell my parents till there was a thunderstorm and I ran into there room. Yep, never saw them again. I then went to a Youth center where they liked to watch ever move you do. It was like you had to do something or they yelled at you. If you just sat there, they’d yell. So you had t take a nap, but even naps at times were considered nothing... Yeah, it was sort of weird I guess.
So want to hear the story on why I only have my ears pierced? Okay, well by sixth grade going into seventh, someone told me ear piercings were the thing and that all the girls would love you if you had it pierced. I practically jumped at the chance to get a girlfriend. When I asked if they hurt at all they told me just put ice on it and it won’t. Put ice on your ear, sounds easy! Well, afterschool there was a line of kids waiting to get there ears pierced by the swings. Some out of the twenty, only a hand full of us stayed. Now the person doing all the piercing was this creepy buff looking guy with tats up and down his arms. He had a needle like the thread ones. I sat down on the swings, God it hurt so bad. I went home and for a week it was cool, my parents didn’t notice, but then it got infected. When I showed my parents they flipped. And the reason I hate needles, if not evident enough, it hurt, and my ears got infected and they used more needles to squeeze in the medicine. And it just plain, ugh, I can’t… And the fact that I was so naïve and believed that it didn’t hurt is kind of a big reason people think I’m dense, that and various others.
In high school, I made some pretty cool friends. And people crushed on me, I thought me and this one girl made a perfect couple. But I never once told her the three little words, because I never thought I had to. And she broke up with me. I really am to naïve for my own good, I can’t tell when people are lying to me, and I can never tell when someone is trying to make their words have a deeper meaning of sorts. But trust me it’s so hard to see the little picture any, so looking at the bigger one just blinds me. And yeah, that’s my life story I guess…
• I am so extroverted it is not even funny, even though I shall admit I do have some introverted qualities. I like to express my viewpoints on every subject, I don't care if you disagree with me, I'll tell it to you straight even if it is rude. The rudeness is on accident a slip of the tongue shall we say. I can’t tell when what I say is bad, or not, so that is sort of why. I appear lonely and shy while in a large group of people because I won’t talk a lot versus one on one. But that’s how I appear; in fact I’m quite content sitting on the sidelines. Plus I don’t stay on them for long that is for sure! When meeting new people depending on the situation I tease them. I am just think of it as lighting up the moment, but I guess it is quite the opposite. Oops… Heh, sorry..? But after you get to know me, And I mean know me... Then you find that I don’t usually try to act that way it just sort of happens, and if I ever catch myself I am extremely sorry. I am unbelievably dense, as we have already previously stated. I can’t tell what anything outside of the box is. I like it when it goes by the book because I can understand it then. So yeah, I think that is me in a nutshell…
For my younger years, they were pretty good. My Parents were full time workers. So I was raised by the neighborhood ladies who had nothing better to do in there lives than babysit for a living. She had teenage kids and they would always change the Channel from Cartoons, to ‘Goosebumps’. I was probably five at this time; I was really scared and thought it was real! I didn’t tell my parents till there was a thunderstorm and I ran into there room. Yep, never saw them again. I then went to a Youth center where they liked to watch ever move you do. It was like you had to do something or they yelled at you. If you just sat there, they’d yell. So you had t take a nap, but even naps at times were considered nothing... Yeah, it was sort of weird I guess.
So want to hear the story on why I only have my ears pierced? Okay, well by sixth grade going into seventh, someone told me ear piercings were the thing and that all the girls would love you if you had it pierced. I practically jumped at the chance to get a girlfriend. When I asked if they hurt at all they told me just put ice on it and it won’t. Put ice on your ear, sounds easy! Well, afterschool there was a line of kids waiting to get there ears pierced by the swings. Some out of the twenty, only a hand full of us stayed. Now the person doing all the piercing was this creepy buff looking guy with tats up and down his arms. He had a needle like the thread ones. I sat down on the swings, God it hurt so bad. I went home and for a week it was cool, my parents didn’t notice, but then it got infected. When I showed my parents they flipped. And the reason I hate needles, if not evident enough, it hurt, and my ears got infected and they used more needles to squeeze in the medicine. And it just plain, ugh, I can’t… And the fact that I was so naïve and believed that it didn’t hurt is kind of a big reason people think I’m dense, that and various others.
In high school, I made some pretty cool friends. And people crushed on me, I thought me and this one girl made a perfect couple. But I never once told her the three little words, because I never thought I had to. And she broke up with me. I really am to naïve for my own good, I can’t tell when people are lying to me, and I can never tell when someone is trying to make their words have a deeper meaning of sorts. But trust me it’s so hard to see the little picture any, so looking at the bigger one just blinds me. And yeah, that’s my life story I guess…
• I am so extroverted it is not even funny, even though I shall admit I do have some introverted qualities. I like to express my viewpoints on every subject, I don't care if you disagree with me, I'll tell it to you straight even if it is rude. The rudeness is on accident a slip of the tongue shall we say. I can’t tell when what I say is bad, or not, so that is sort of why. I appear lonely and shy while in a large group of people because I won’t talk a lot versus one on one. But that’s how I appear; in fact I’m quite content sitting on the sidelines. Plus I don’t stay on them for long that is for sure! When meeting new people depending on the situation I tease them. I am just think of it as lighting up the moment, but I guess it is quite the opposite. Oops… Heh, sorry..? But after you get to know me, And I mean know me... Then you find that I don’t usually try to act that way it just sort of happens, and if I ever catch myself I am extremely sorry. I am unbelievably dense, as we have already previously stated. I can’t tell what anything outside of the box is. I like it when it goes by the book because I can understand it then. So yeah, I think that is me in a nutshell…
“Somebody notice me, I'm fading away here...” She Wants to be me – Busted
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Casey Ulrich Thompson
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‘Beep... Beep...’ rang Casey's alarm clock. He stayed idle not moving one bit, his eyes open and staring straight at the clock hoping it would just go off on its own. Casey had been out partying last night and he wasn’t in the mood to get up, but after ten minutes staying still in his bed and the alarm clock not shutting off on its own. He kicked his way out of bed, some of his bed sheets falling to the floor. Casey was a restless sleeper and it held true for both ways. A smirk formed across his lips as he pressed the ‘Off’ button on the clock. “Take that b***h.” he said to the inanimate object. Turning on his heal he made his way to the bathroom door connected to his room. He let out a sigh as he looked at his lucid reflection. Casey scratched his cheek, it had the slimy feel that you have when you forget to wash make-up off your face and go straight to bed. This was technically what he did. Walking over to the tub he took a glance out of the room to look at the clock. “I got time…” He muttered. Casey then heated up the shower, took off the t-shirt, blue jeans, socks and shoes he wore to bed and got in the tub. He usually went right to sleep without taking off his clothes if he didn’t feel like it, and yesterday… He didn’t feel like it.When he finished taking a bath, Casey turned the faucet off and walked out of the tub. He wrapped one bright yellow towel around himself, and used another, smaller, white towel to dry the light blonde hair on the top of his head. Looking in the bathroom mirror he decided he’d shave before leaving the house. He put the shaving cream on his face shaving off the stubble that gathered on his face from last night. He could never see himself with facial hair, Casey and the two never seemed to go together one bit... Or at least that’s what he always thought... Walking out of the bathroom he threw the white towel in the pile of dirty clothes he had accumulated over the month. ‘I’m not in the mood to do laundry...’ He shook his head with this thought. He’d have to sooner or later but right now it wasn’t on his mind. Casey walked over to his closest, where he picked himself, out a pair of dark blue almost black, blue jeans, a baseball sleeved ‘Chiodos’ t-shirt, a studded belt. Before he closed the closest doors he picked up his black and red plaid Vans shoes, a pair of white socks already in them. Then letting out a yawn closed the door.
He walked over to his bed and sat down as he pulled up his socks and laced up his shoes. Standing up he pulled his shirt down a little. Then looking up he gave himself a nod, ‘I look pretty good.’ He thought with a smirk. Making his way over to his dresser, he picked up the comb that was sitting write there and comb his hair. Casey was trying to style it just enough to have some attention on him, but not enough that he would get fussed at by his parents when he walked out of the house. As he set the brush down he reached for the hairspray and spiked it up a little in the back, not a lot, just enough. Looking at his lip, he put in his silver piercing before he forgot. He usually took his piercing out before he went to bed, and this was because he is known for drooling in his sleep at times. And it’s quite nasty, to have a silver piercing that you kiss people with to have dried drool on it. So he took it out figuring he was being considerate to those he kissed. He placed a silver necklace, with the French emblem on it, around his neck. He took one last look in before closing the door. ‘I think I have everything…’ Casey was a little uncertain, but his cell phone and Mp3 were in his book bag and that was downstairs, so yes he probably did have everything.
Casey decided he would eat some breakfast before he left his house. In the kitchen he opened up the drawers to find a box of S’mores Pop-Tarts. Casey shrugged with a grin on his face, “Good enough.” Taking a bite of the chocolaty marshmallow goodness, He decided against putting his Pop-Tarts in the toaster. And began to eat them raw, not that they tasted any different to him but he did prefer them toasted. But the thought of going to school made him impatient to say the least. ‘God, I don’t want a lecture again on what I want to do with my life…’ Casey grabbed his book bag from behind the dining room table chair. Peaking inside it he was pleased to see he had a can of beer in it. He wasn’t going to take that out just now. Maybe at lunch time he’d go to the bathroom and drink it while he took a smoking break too. ‘Maybe…’ he thought surreptitiously. As he walked out of his house, Casey took one last peak inside, gave himself a nod, and then locked the door behind him. He made his way over to the bus stop where he stood and waited for it to show up. Casey went into his back packs frant pocket and took out his Mp3 sticking it in his ears while he waited.
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Casey Ulrich Thompson
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- ‘Beep... Beep...’ rang Casey's alarm clock. He stayed idle not moving one bit, his eyes open and staring straight at the clock hoping it would just go off on its own. Casey had been out partying last night and he wasn’t in the mood to get up, but after ten minutes staying still in his bed and the alarm clock not shutting off on its own. He kicked his way out of bed, some of his bed sheets falling to the floor. Casey was a restless sleeper and it held true for both ways. A smirk formed across his lips as he pressed the ‘Off’ button on the clock. “Take that b***h.” he said to the inanimate object. Turning on his heal he made his way to the bathroom door connected to his room. He let out a sigh as he looked at his lucid reflection. Casey scratched his cheek, it had the slimy feel that you have when you forget to wash make-up off your face and go straight to bed. This was technically what he did. Walking over to the tub he took a glance out of the room to look at the clock. “I got time…” He muttered. Casey then heated up the shower, took off the t-shirt, blue jeans, socks and shoes he wore to bed and got in the tub. He usually went right to sleep without taking off his clothes if he didn’t feel like it, and yesterday… He didn’t feel like it.
When he finished taking a bath, Casey turned the faucet off and walked out of the tub. He wrapped one bright yellow towel around himself, and used another, smaller, white towel to dry the light blonde hair on the top of his head. Looking in the bathroom mirror he decided he’d shave before leaving the house. He put the shaving cream on his face shaving off the stubble that gathered on his face from last night. He could never see himself with facial hair, Casey and the two never seemed to go together one bit... Or at least that’s what he always thought... Walking out of the bathroom he threw the white towel in the pile of dirty clothes he had accumulated over the month. ‘I’m not in the mood to do laundry...’ He shook his head with this thought. He’d have to sooner or later but right now it wasn’t on his mind. Casey walked over to his closest, where he picked himself, out a pair of dark blue almost black, blue jeans, a baseball sleeved ‘Chiodos’ t-shirt, a studded belt. Before he closed the closest doors he picked up his black and red plaid Vans shoes, a pair of white socks already in them. Then letting out a yawn closed the door.
He walked over to his bed and sat down as he pulled up his socks and laced up his shoes. Standing up he pulled his shirt down a little. Then looking up he gave himself a nod, ‘I look pretty good.’ He thought with a smirk. Making his way over to his dresser, he picked up the comb that was sitting write there and comb his hair. Casey was trying to style it just enough to have some attention on him, but not enough that he would get fussed at by his parents when he walked out of the house. As he set the brush down he reached for the hairspray and spiked it up a little in the back, not a lot, just enough. Looking at his lip, he put in his silver piercing before he forgot. He usually took his piercing out before he went to bed, and this was because he is known for drooling in his sleep at times. And it’s quite nasty, to have a silver piercing that you kiss people with to have dried drool on it. So he took it out figuring he was being considerate to those he kissed. He placed a silver necklace, with the French emblem on it, around his neck. He took one last look in before closing the door. ‘I think I have everything…’ Casey was a little uncertain, but his cell phone and Mp3 were in his book bag and that was downstairs, so yes he probably did have everything.
Casey decided he would eat some breakfast before he left his house. In the kitchen he opened up the drawers to find a box of S’mores Pop-Tarts. Casey shrugged with a grin on his face, “Good enough.” Taking a bite of the chocolaty marshmallow goodness, He decided against putting his Pop-Tarts in the toaster. And began to eat them raw, not that they tasted any different to him but he did prefer them toasted. But the thought of going to school made him impatient to say the least. ‘God, I don’t want a lecture again on what I want to do with my life…’ Casey grabbed his book bag from behind the dining room table chair. Peaking inside it he was pleased to see he had a can of beer in it. He wasn’t going to take that out just now. Maybe at lunch time he’d go to the bathroom and drink it while he took a smoking break too. ‘Maybe…’ he thought surreptitiously. As he walked out of his house, Casey took one last peak inside, gave himself a nod, and then locked the door behind him. He made his way over to the bus stop where he stood and waited for it to show up. Casey went into his back packs frant pocket and took out his Mp3 sticking it in his ears while he waited.
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Hullo! My name is Joshua Roberts Garrison, but I go by Josh, though. I was born on March, 26, however that was 18 years ago... If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m kind of a b*****d. I weigh 147lbs, and am 5 feet 11 inches tall. I’ve been told I’m the Loser Guy. Oh, and before I forget to mention, I have a thing for Babes in Bikinis.
It all began when… At least a three paragraph bio and personality.
My Loves in this world are…
At least 7 things they love.
Things in this World I despise with a passion, are…
At least 7 things they despise.
I’ve been listening to… Stay on the Ground by ‘Armor for Sleep’… This whole time.
rajio_obake has me strung up like a puppet. Just so you know.
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Hullo! My name is Joshua Roberts Garrison, but I go by Josh, though. I was born on March, 26, however that was 18 years ago... If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m kind of a b*****d. I weigh 147lbs, and am 5 feet 11 inches tall. I’ve been told I’m the Loser Guy. Oh, and before I forget to mention, I have a thing for Babes in Bikinis.
It all began when… At least a three paragraph bio and personality.
My Loves in this world are…
At least 7 things they love.
Things in this World I despise with a passion, are…
At least 7 things they despise.
I’ve been listening to… Stay on the Ground by ‘Armor for Sleep’… This whole time.
rajio_obake has me strung up like a puppet. Just so you know.
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Hullo! My name is Joshua Roberts Garrison, but I go by Josh, though. I was born on March, 26, however that was About Eighteen years ago... If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m kind of a b*****d. I weigh 147lbs, and am 5 feet 11 inches tall. I’ve been told I’m the Loser Guy. Oh, and before I forget to mention, I have a thing for Babes in Bikinis.
It all began when… At least a three paragraph bio and personality.
My Loves in this world are…
♥Breaking the Rules
♥Not Caring or Taking things seriously
♥Mustangs (Cars)
♥Reality T.V. Shows
♥Comedies Movies
♥My Mp3 player
♥Pineapple Pizza
♥Alcohol
♥Drugs (Il/Legal)
Things in this World I despise with a passion, are…
♠Being Locked in a Room without my Mp3 player
♠Trends
♠Romance Movies
♠Raisins
♠People who tell me I should care about my life
♠The News Channel
♠Sunshine (It blinds me)
I’ve been listening to… Stay on the Ground by ‘Armor for Sleep’… This whole time.
rajio_obake has me strung up like a puppet. Just so you know.
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Hullo! My name is Joshua Roberts Garrison, but I go by Josh, though. I was born on March, 26, however that was 18 years ago... If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m kind of a b*****d. I weigh 147lbs, and am 5 feet 11 inches tall. I’ve been told I’m the Loser Guy. Oh, and before I forget to mention, I have a thing for Babes in Bikinis.
It all began when… At least a three paragraph bio and personality.
My Loves in this world are…
At least 7 things they love.
Things in this World I despise with a passion, are…
At least 7 things they despise.
I’ve been listening to… Stay on the Ground by ‘Armor for Sleep’… This whole time.
rajio_obake has me strung up like a puppet. Just so you know.
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Hullo! My name is Joshua Roberts Garrison, but I go by Josh, though. I was born on March, 26, however that was About Eighteen years ago... If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m kind of a b*****d. I weigh 147lbs, and am 5 feet 11 inches tall. I’ve been told I’m the Loser Guy. Oh, and before I forget to mention, I have a thing for Babes in Bikinis.
It all began when…
Nineteen years ago, my Mom turned twenty-one, and went to Vegas for the first time in her life. She had gone there with a few close friends, but I guess they weren’t close enough because she got separated from them, somewhere between the open bar and the Black Jack table. Luckily some nice gentleman offered to take my Mom back to the hotel in which she and her friends were residing. All she had to do was get in his car. She agreed to it without a second thought. She was suffering from, what I would like to call, ‘The Fourth Drink Instinct’. Anyway, he said he needed to go to a bathroom and went into a Drive-In Chapel. My Mom came out too, because she needed to puke out some of her lunch. Well, they walked inside together, and the nice fellow suggested they follow Elvis to the front. He told my Mom to say ‘I Do’ and she’d win a prize. She did… And got married right then and there to my Father, great right? When they finally made it to the Hotel, my Mom woke up with a hangover, a ring on her left finger, and a man going through her luggage. Ends up the nice fellow was wealthy man down on his luck after his first wife cheated on him with an older man, and meeting my Mother was the greatest thing in his life. Plus he couldn’t let her leave him so soon, so he had to marry her in order to protect her from other men… I think this is a bunch of Bull, but that’s just me…
Yeah, well about Nine Months later, I came along and ruined everything. Dad says I look and act nothing like him. I laugh in his face, because all his cousins say I’m a spitting image of him, excluding the hair. I think having a kid wasn’t in his master plan. If that was the case maybe he should’ve remembered a condom on their honeymoon. My parents are very strict and don’t approve of half the things I do. Even though they don’t approve it doesn’t mean they do anything about it, because they don’t. Not that I care, it just makes it easy to swipe the liquor from the liquor cabinet. And my Dad has never noticed the money in his safe disappears about twenty-five dollars a week. That is about a hundred dollars a month. Oh well, At times I’m told by my Dad that if I hadn’t been born a boy I would’ve looked more like mother than I already do… I think this is an insult seeing as how I wear eyeliner at times. I heard from a reliable source girls like a guy in make-up. And it is very true. I am also a lady killer, and just like my Dad once was. Once was… Hard to believe I know… But I think I’m better him.
Before I high school, I really wasn't planning on making friends. But I made this really good friend and we could tell each other everything. Well, in eighth grade I had a crush on this girl, but I wasn't ready to ask her out. But he kept pestering me. When we IM'd each other one night he said 'Life is short ask her out.' and I replied 'Well I can make my life shorter, no.' And I guess he took it too seriously because I was taken out of class early and charged for being suicidal... But I was just joking, that's how I am. I don’t really care about half of the things that come out of my mouth, which is how I am. Course when I went to talk to him he ignored me. And he was the only person I had opened up to freely at that time. I was angry and sad that my best friend ditched me like that. By the rest of the school year I didn't go to parties I stayed in my room and hibernated practically not talking to anyone. My Mom and various others accuse me of having trust issues. But you know what, I don't want to try and make a friend only to lose that friendship in the end. It is a waste.
Well, high-school came and I gave up on that and ended up making friends with the ‘Emo Kid’. He’s fun and all, and I like to hang out with him at times. I think he already knows that I do drugs; my favorite would have to be heroine, then pot, than just plain old cigarettes. I was held back for junior year, so now I’m just finishing up. My parents fussed at me and told me that I should’ve tried harder. Maybe if I wasn’t in the ‘AP’ classes I would’ve been passing. This year I got my wish and am in the ‘Stupid’ classes. I’m still failing, but it’s not like I care. It’s better to go through life without a worry, right? So why should I worry about some little thing that is just a letter on a report card. My Dad is a millionaire, well sort of, and he hasn’t disciplined me yet. So I have nothing to worry about, I can live in that mansion for the rest of my life if I wanted and no one would question me why.
Well, it’s Halloween and I’m not a little kid anymore, so I can’t go around begging the old people around the neighborhood for candy. So instead My Friend and I went to this new park to score some dates, the normal guy thing to do, really. I brought my fake I.D. with me so I could order the special drinks. I have a pack of cigarettes in my pocket. I thought I was all fine and dandy until I woke up in the ‘House of Mirrors’. How did I get there and what is going on?
My Loves in this world are…
♥Breaking the Rules
♥Not Caring or Taking things seriously
♥Mustangs (Cars)
♥Reality T.V. Shows
♥Comedies Movies
♥My Mp3 player
♥Pineapple Pizza
♥Alcohol
♥Drugs (Il/Legal)
Things in this World I despise with a passion, are…
♠Being Locked in a Room without my Mp3 player
♠Trends
♠Romance Movies
♠Raisins
♠People who tell me I should care about my life
♠The News Channel
♠Sunshine (It blinds me)
I’ve been listening to… Stay on the Ground by ‘Armor for Sleep’… This whole time.
rajio_obake has me strung up like a puppet. Just so you know.
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But they call me Rach, but mostly by Rachel. I was born on April 29th, about seventeen years ago. I'm such a liitle girl and you should know that big boy's make my world go round.
The story of my Life My parents met in high-school and fell in love instantly. They got married straight out of high-school in Grandma’s backyard. It was a happy life, we lived next door to Grandma and it was fun. Till one fateful night when I was four and Grandma was babysitting me so my parents can go have fun on their anniversary. They got married on New Year’s Eve and wanted to have there New Year’s kiss in the park where they met. Well, there was a drunk driver on the road. The Police came and knocked on the door telling her what happened. I asked her why she was crying, she said they were happy tears because mommy and daddy got to become stars in the sky.
The next day all of my things came moved into her house and I have lived with Grandma ever since. She plans on making me an incredibly good young lady. So I’ve had to take up the chores around the house. This includes, but is not limited to; laundry, dishes, cooking, cleaning, sweeping, you get the point. I do find creating new cooking recipes to be fun. Sometimes Grandma complains, but there are other times when she likes it. Those are my favorite times. And creating new clothes is fun too. I think I might want to become a fashion designer. I also like when grandma tries to wear my creations. And I’m going to be nice and say they do not flatter her figure. But there are a few that do and I give those to her on her birthday and Christmas.
I am a total sweet heart! I guess I kind of want to make the world a better place if you know what I mean. But there's no way I'm the only person who wants to do that. I work at community kitchens and help give gifts to the homeless. Most people like my helpful aura. Expect the ‘Big Bad Wolf’, he doesn’t like it. He bullies people and I think that it is wrong. You can solve the problem out by talking not fist fights. I think he needs to get this through his head if he doesn’t want to end up in jail in the near future. We’ve argued about this subject some many times I wonder when it will end. But there is some part of me that doesn’t want this subject to end. I like that we talk to each other, even if it isn’t in the best of ways. I wouldn’t say I have a crush on him per say. But I just don’t want him to ruin his life the way ‘Prince Charming’. I could careless what happens to the ‘Prince’, but I don’t want to see the ‘Wolf’ behind bars.
I let my friend ‘Cinderella’ stays at my house whenever she wants to, because I feel sorry for the girl and how she is treated at her house. We usually have makeovers and bake cakes together. Since we are both good around the house and all. I hope that she can find someone to help her out more than I can. She doesn’t tell me everything at times and it makes me wonder what is really going on.
I own one dog and he is a very big ‘Yorkie’, his name is “Angus”. I don’t know what made me want to name him that. But I wanted to own him because I was doing community that my Grandma signed me up for. At first I didn’t want to, but then I saw ‘Angus’ and when the man told me that his previous owner kept him locked in a bathroom without any food or water. I felt so sorry for him I just had to adopt him right then and there. It was all my allowance for that year. I pampered him and groomed him. My Grandma doesn’t like him because he has a tendency to ‘GO’ in the house. And my grandma doesn’t like steeping on a wet spot in the morning she yells her head off. She signed me up for dog training class. Even though I believe he doesn’t need it. So he wouldn’t go in the house.
I totally love
ღ__ Family
ღ__ Friends
ღ__ Guys
ღ__ Flirting
ღ__ Music
ღ__ Makeup & Hair Products
ღ__ Electronics
ღ__ Cooking & Sewing
ღ__ Fashion
ღ__ Shopping
While I absolutely hate
••__Bullying
••__ Cry Babies
••__ Loud Noises Coming Out Of No Where
••__ Ignorant People
••__ Hot Weather
••__ Being Alone
••__ Ugly Things
••__ Liars
••__ School Quizzes
••__Losing Things
My song is Freaxxx by Brokencyde.
My puppet master isEmo+Elmo=1
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Hullo! If you haven’t heard my name is Jesse Theodore Winthrop, but people
- sometimes call me J.T.. I was born on June, 20, however that was Nineteen years ago... If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m kind of a b*****d. I weigh 154 lbs, and am Six feet tall. Oh, and before I forget to mention, I have a thing for those little girls.
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Okay, I think I come off as…
- A Leader! Along with an incredibly extroverted person when I’m on the drugs, however the moment I’m off I become quite introverted. I like to express my viewpoints on every subject, I don't care if you disagree with me, I'll tell it to you straight even if it is rude. The rudeness is on accident, a slip of the tongue shall we say. I can’t tell when what I say is bad, or not, so that is sort of why. It also comes off as pretty random, to the effect where I mix my words up. I never appear lonely or shy while in a large group of people because I am the one to talk a lot. I’m very confident and cocky and usually do before I think. I like it when people follow my lead, because usually my judgment is right 99.9% of the time. So let’s just say, I trust my decisions way more than I trust yours. I am unbelievably smart, you know how Rockers can play while high like Jimi Hendrix; well I can pass exams High. On my SAT I took it while under the influence and got over a thousand. So yes, I know I’m just that good…
It all began when…
- My Mom and Dad were life long neighbors. My Mom wasn't the, cutest of kids, in fact I'm going to say she was kind of ugly (Sorry Mom!). My Dad was a geek/nerd/dork/whatever, he was the kid your parents didn't want you to hang out with, not because they were a bad example, but because he was the kid parents secretly thought had mental problems he was not diagnosed for. Luckily, for my Mom her parents encouraged who to make a friend and they didn't care what/who said friend was. So one day at the playground my Dad was playing in the sand box, Mommy walked up to him and asked if she could join. He said yes, and they were glued to each other's side like that. Anyway, by Middle school Mom grew up and got a pair of melons and Dad... He was still a dork-wad, but my Mom stuck with him. It paid off, because in High school, he matured, and... He Asked her out Freshman homecoming and then asked her to marry him at Prom. She did. And Then they had me! And I'm the oldest, I have a little brother but he is ten years younger than me. Don't ask why, I don't know…
Both my parents were pretty smart, so they sent me off to Daycare. I stayed there from six in the morning to seven at night, at times my parents didn't pick me up till later, they weren't supposed to but they left me there anyway. It was fine with me being the oldest there I had the most 'cred'. But it did suck when you wanted to go home but couldn't. For my Elementary school years I was the nerd, my parents picked out the clothes and all, I was forced to study an hour a day, the days my parents were home! I had all 'A's it was okay I guess... Take that back, it wasn't fun at all. It actually kind of sucked since I got picked on a lot and it sucked because I'd come home with a black eye and my parents would act like it was my fault saying I should be more careful and crap like that. Not that I cared, I stayed in my room and read when books, lame as it sounds, chapter books were my friends in Elementary school.
Then middle school came around the corner, and I made real 'Human' friends. It was grand, we sat at the lunch table and chatted about the weirdest of things, I will admit it, though I am not proud. I was as big a dork-wad as my Dad was in middle school. I didn't talk to many girls at that time, in fact I thought that boobies were scary and created by the devil. I wore big rimmed dork glasses, and my parents still shopped for me. I should've taken control of my life back then, but I didn't have the balls to do that back then afraid I'd shatter my parents dreams. But I was their perfect child and still am, all 'A's again. I tutored and did the A/V club, Chess Club, Mathlettes, and some other club.. What was it... Oh that's right the Key club! Just so it'd look good on a college application. That was all really. When I look back on it, I think I was just going through the motions I wasn't really living my life.
Well, Freshman year of high-school one of my friends invited to his party, he told me that his parents were there just so my parents would allow me to go. Once, I was there though, no parents around. I was flipping out; What if my parents caught me? What if the cops did? What would I do? Some guy told me to chill and handed me a drag. I took it, but instead it did quite the opposite. I became more hyper active and was bouncing of the walls. It was grand! The next day I went to school I was invited to more classes and got more drugs it was the best. My favorite would have to be heroine, then pot, then cocaine... Than just plain old cigarettes. I then took my life by the reigns, I bought my own clothes and got more dates than I ever had before. I still took the honors classes and I still passed. I graduated all Honors! It was great I got a scholarship to Harvard University, I can't pay for it all, so I do a side job on the side. My side job I tell people is waitring, which is true. I do waiter at a local five star restaurant. But I also sell drugs to make up the back up money. You know just in case...
I needed more money still! So I looked for a job and found one waitring for a Holiday Cruise that was going on. It was during summer break and I needed to cash. So I put in my application, and what place is going to pass up a all Honors guy with no police record. I'll tell you. Nobody. I got the job. I mostly walked back and forth between the deck and dining hall getting drinks and food for the younger ones. Okay they aren't that young, but were any of them working for the company, no, so yes, then they were the younger ones. I usually hung out with the rest of the crew when we were on break, we got high and well, just the usual stuff. Somehow this storm came out of no where, the captain said it wasn't even on the radar. I was a little inhibited at that time, so I have no clue what happened after I was told to abandon ship. But I woke up on an island with seven other people. I just want of this damn place, and the sooner the better in my opinion.
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The things that makes my world go round …
- ♥Being the Leader
♥Sounding Logical
♥Drugs (Il/legal)
♥Reality T.V. Shows
♥Alcohol
♥My Mp3 player
♥Fries Dipped in Chocolate Pudding
♥Concerts
♥The Nearest Drug Store
♥Partying it up on the Weekends
Things that stop my world…
- ♠Coconuts
♠Trends
♠People Demeaning Me, For Any Reason
♠Not getting the same high I got when I took my first hit
♠People taking my Headphones out of my Ears
♠The News Channel
♠Old People
♠Snow
♠Being Away from it All
♠Party Poopers
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I’ve been listening to…
- Back to the Middle by ‘The Pink Spiders’…
- This whole time.
- rajio_obake has me strung up like a puppet. Just so you know.
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How your Character says 'Hi'! If you haven’t heard my name is Full Name, but people
- sometimes call me nicknames?. I was born on June, 20, however that was age 19 - 23 can go a year above or a year below depending on your charcter years ago... If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m kind of a gender. I weigh wieght, and am Hieght tall. Oh, and before I forget to mention, I have a thing for Sexuality.
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- A/n "NOUN"! Then one paragraph personality
It all began when…
- Four paragraph Biography. Use the mini info.
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Things that stop my world…
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- This whole time.
- username has me strung up like a puppet. Just so you know.
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