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 Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 8:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 8:27 pm
• JonLuc • Ave • Williams •
RADIO ATTACK TIVE ///////////////////• • • P e r s o n a l i t y :///////////////Many people notice that my personality is off beat. It seems like I keep chasing time around, but I'm always a second slower. People tend to not like me, but as far as I'm concerned I don't see why they shouldn't. Perhaps that is my issue. Alright, I'll admit it. I'm a little self centered at times, but who isn't these days. We all can't be Mother Teresa. Thank god! If I was an sweet old lady I'd end up jumping off the nearest cliff. That sounded harsh, but it's a little preview of what I'm like when I talk about you behind your back. I'm constantly looking at myself in the mirror. I don't know what it is about my reflection, I guess I'm just a miniature Narcissus. There are good sides to me, believe it or not. But if I ever let you see them, I wouldn't take it to heart, I'm probably manipulating the situation. Well of course I'm blowing things way out of proportion! How else am I supposed to sound interesting? If I ever am really nice to you it's because you've done something right. Don't expect anything more.
///////////////When it comes to girls, I absolutely adore them. Everything about them, as a matter of fact. They make the whole world go round. If this was just a world full of boys, aside from us being all dead from lack of breeding, I would be totally bored. Girl's generally take everything I say seriously, so they go gab it to one of their friends and a whole lot of problems are made. It's like my own little soap opera. But I'd never let you know I was doing all of these things. Oh, no! If you were to find out that I was the puppet master, there would be no chance that I'd be able to do it again. So good luck, Sherlock. There are times when I act like a flamer, but underneath this mask I'm still straight. Like I was saying, I love girls too much. That's why I party hard. I can't act like a guy without having to be stupid. I'm an a** all the same, just in a differently done manner./////////////• • • B i o g r a p h y :///////////////In reality, my life is very boring. Thats why I make things up. I'm completely scared of setting myself up for a boring existence. I tried to make friends as my normal self, but I was clearly too boring to make any fun friends. My high school years rolled around and I still had no party friends to speak of. I started to gain an interest in clothing, I started my first fib to get into a conversation, I kept lying to make up for my first lie, and eventually I got so good at it everyone believed nothing was wrong with me. I had created a flawless being without even the slightest suspicion. Now people did hate me. Everyone is hated by someone, even Ryan Seacrest has haters. And hey, I don't blame them. If it weren't for my lying, I wouldn't have made it onto the soccer team. Or so I was to believe. Over my freshman year I made a lot of friends. People just assumed I was a new kid because they didn't remember the quiet boy doing nothing in the corner. The way I saw things was I could either lie or go insane from the lack of friends. Friends was the obvious choice, and still is today. It's a wonder how well I've kept them out of the loop.
///////////////During the summer of two thousand and one, my father died of consumption. Trust me, I don't have a pity party over it. As a result, I spend most of my days with my mother. Her girlish personality rubbed my brain the right way, and her foolish television shows sparked an idea and interest. I had become a monster without a father figure in my life. I needed someone to discipline me, take me out to chop wood, go look at cute girls (like I don't do that one anyways), or sit around and watch crude guy shows with. Because of him, this is what I've become. And in turn, made me want to run away. Running away was just another spice in the cooking pot. Who knew I'd spend it with four girls and three guys in a mansion. The possibilities of me having more fun there were outrageous./////////////• • • W h a t - I - L i k e :///////////////It's pretty obvious what I like, really. The reason why I say this is because if I don't like something I will let you know. And if I like something I'll do it a lot. Things that I do a lot are generally behind closed doors, but that's a victoria secret if you catch my drift. I also like to what I can to get what I want. I'm very goal oriented, so expect me to want to get things done. I find pleasure in completing any of those goals. Another thing I like is adding spice to a situation. Life is so boring with the truth, why can't we just live it up and lie. I do have normal hobbies such as playing soccer, but like I said, boring. I mainly just like to make things interesting and party. That makes me sound like a drinker, I know. I just wish I could prove you wrong in that./////////////• • • W h a t - I - D o n ' t :///////////////As I said before, if I don't like it you will know. The thing I hate the most though would have to be not getting what I want. It absolutely kills me when things don't turn out like I had expected them to. It's almost as if I were playing the super bowl and we lost by one touch down. Yes, it's that bad. Another thing I hate are messes. Don't leave your crap in my space. I will get very upset and go into a cleaning frenzy. Aside from the abnormal dislikes, I have common ones. I'm terribly scared of heights, I can't stand the sight of blood, and ever since teletubies came out of vhs I've been having nightmares of them dancing around in my head (just kidding about that one). But, in all seriousness, I hate being bored. The end.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:08 pm
• sedona • alyna • armstrong •
carnage couture ///////////////////• • • P e r s o n a l i t y : ///////////////My personality generally gets me into a lot of trouble. For one, I`m most likely the most curious human being you will ever have the pleasure of coming across. I`m always getting into places I shouldn`t be, and into situations that weren`t any of my business to begin with. But what can I say? I like the excitement, not to mention being the center of attention, whether negative or positive. I`m also pretty loud and outspoken, never thinking twice about voicing my opinions and making my presence known. Yet another trait of mine which gets me into quite a bit of s**t, mostly because I don`t give a damn about what anyone thinks of me, or if I hurt anyone`s feelings. Hell, I`m the girl that will tell you when you`re being a little brat, and if you try to start something, won`t hesitate to connect my fist with your mouth. Sure, I may be tiny, but feisty is my middle name! However, don`t let me intimidate you; if you`re nice from the start, I`ll treat you in the exact same way. And if we`re friends, then it`s all the better for you, because I`m loyal till death, not to mention you`ll have a tiny, 5`3" bodyguard and support group at your heels.
///////////////On top of all that, I`m also an adrenaline junkie. I`m the kid at the fair that rides the same roller coaster a thousand times, and laughs at the people vomiting off to the side. I love for excitement and adventure, which is why I will never pass on a challenge of any sort. I take everything head on, confident as hell, and I always succeed. Sure, I guess you could say I take my confidence to a level of cockiness, but what`s wrong with being sure of yourself? And when it comes to dating, HA! Can you seriously picture me in a relationship? I`ve heard it all. I`m too harsh, selfish, stubborn, proud, and just plain mean. But I, naturally, disagree. I simply need someone who`s going to keep me in check and not take any of my bullshit. Thing is, said bullshit is too overwhelming for most. /////////////• • • B i o g r a p h y : ///////////////I was born to a single mother in a run-down, sketchy neighborhood in the middle of nowhere. She was a waitress, and refused to give me up for adoption as advised. Instead, she dumped me upon dear old grandma during the day, and went out to do whatever she could do cover the costs of raising a child. And let me tell you, I was one hell of a kid. Apparently, as a baby, I cried constantly and never slept, leading my mother to the conclusion that there was something wrong with me. I remember growing up, my mother still thinking the same thing; what the ******** is wrong with my daughter? She always asked me where she went wrong, what it was she had done to make me the way I was… And I would merely shrug in reply, hoping that if I didn`t respond, the crazy lady would leave me alone. I started babysitting for the neighborhood kids, all demons and monsters, and made very little, but everyone around there did. It was a poverty stricken neighborhood, inhabited mostly by druggies who couldn`t afford anything else with their current lifestyles, or ex-cons that had the same issues. As for my mother, well, she was there for one reason and one reason only. Laziness. She had dropped out of high school at 16, and so refused to pursue any further education, ruining her life, and in the progress, mine.
///////////////When I was 14, everything changed. I guess my mom had been flirting with some old dude at work for several months, and much to both of our surprise, he proposed to her. They got married in Vegas, only to come back for me. We didn`t take a damn thing from that house, seeing as there was nothing worth taking, and headed straight for `paradise`. After all, this guy was loaded, which I immediately assumed was the main reason for which mommy dearest married him. Anyway, he lived in some posh neighborhood up north, in a fancy house with several of his children. My mother was his fourth wife, and I was his ninth `child`. I say I was his child loosely, because even though he called me `kiddo` and `sweetheart` and spoiled me rotten, I still found him revolting in every sense of the word. As I`m sure you`ve noticed, it takes a lot to get me to like a person, and very little to despise them.
///////////////Anyway, I was tired of my bullshit life. Spending all the old man`s money lost its appeal quickly, and I immediately wanted something more. So I left. I left and I never looked back. I packed my s**t, took all of the cash I could find in the old dude`s house, and bolted. And now here I am, in yet another mansion, but this time I`m surrounded by people my age who are also sick and tired of their lives. The possibilities are endless! /////////////• • • W h a t - I - L i k e : ///////////////I openly admit to liking very few things, simply because I`m not exactly a very open person in general. I don`t want to make it easy for people to please me; after all, I firmly believe that they should work to gain my approval. However, there are a few things that I`m quite the sucker for, and I make it kind of obvious judging by the way I act. For one, I`m like a freaking fish girl. I love water and swimming, and hell, being outdoors in general. I also enjoy competition, not to mention winning! I`m probably the sorest loser AND winner in the entire house, whether it be at sports, board games, or whatever. I also like making people feel uncomfortable, as terrible as it sounds. I love initiating awkward conversations, or making people feel embarrassed, probably because it establishes a feeling of being in control, which also happens to be one of my favorite things. But not everything I like supports my bitchy attitude; I enjoy reading, painting, and dancing as well, all things which I do specifically when I`m alone. /////////////• • • W h a t - I - D o n ` t : ///////////////As opposed to things I do like, I dislike many, many things, which I openly talk about often. I can`t stand people that are ignorant, whiny, close-minded, clingy, overly sensitive, and submissive. I also can`t stand your stereotypical, blonde bimbo types, and always give them s**t. Now, getting away from people, some other things I hate are losing and not being in control. In addition, I`m not really a big fan of being cooped up, not to mention rules. I do everything I can to break free from any restrictions put upon me, and you`d best bet that I won`t take it lightly. In conclusion, I also hate having nothing to do, and having people tell me that I resemble my mother.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:44 pm
• GASPAЯD • BEAU • MAЯIENTO •
something sexual ///////////////////• • • P e r s o n a l i t y : ///////////////When it comes to me I’m not like everyone you’ve seen, but I’m just the same. I have the issue to talk when no one’s talking but not say a single word when everyone is asking a question. I have a disgusting tendency to give my heart to people who honestly don’t deserve it. It was the way Mairanne taught me, to always wear my heart on my sleeve no matter what. It’s the way we get stronger. But I hide myself so much it’s hard to do that. I’m scared, always. I’m not like a scardy-cat but I never really let people in before judging them, which I curse myself for doing. I hate authority; I hate being told what to do, and when to do it. People tell me to stop skating, I skate into them, people tell me to stop smoking, I puff smoke in their face, I’m not mean, I just liked to make the point that I don’t give a s**t. Another thing is that I curse in large amounts. It’s just an old habit. I'm not really looking for anyone, but when I do, I get Jealous easily. I'm always emotional attached to people, and I always seem to get hurt no matter what I do. I must say that when I do talk it's in small, and simple sentences that usually make people laugh. I really don't know why. I apologize a lot too, and I really don't know why. Some people don't like me because of how 'emotionless' I am. Sorry, you're just not funny. I like to be random, it's more of an impulse then a hobby, per say. People are surprised on how deep on how deep I can get, when I talk to people, well about certain stuff. I do have quite hyper side. Everyone knows me, but I know no one. I'm that kid that everyone's friends with. I’m that one funny kid, the kid that makes Boring Math into some funny fest. I'm loved, or hated by teachers and I'm just all around random, and hysterical. I do prank's and I'm basically just friends with everyone. Everyone knows me. /////////////• • • B i o g r a p h y : /////////////// Mother; a full blood French woman and my father born and raised in Italy. He moved to France for College studied their Language, and when they met in French history class. But that’s not how it started, It all began with a simple good bye, and he was gone. Mother and father were no longer ‘mother and father’ to me. They were just people, when they were married they could be called as so but now? No, they couldn’t be called much more then that they were, Joseph and Marianne. I was only five; Joseph was an entrepreneur Doctor, working at a highly respected hospital, which he devotes his life too and Marianne a lap dog for the most famous fashion designer. Joseph lived in a New York City town house worth over Two Million, and Marianne lived in France living in Paris. I, bi-lingual, knowing Italian, French and English, since I’ve lived a five different countries, I haven’t grown to make friends. Marianne worked for this man; he lived all the way in Italy. He ran some designer company that makes 50% of the world’s jeans, and used her as his lap dog, moving her from country to country. It made me angrier when I wouldn’t be able to see her for weeks on end, because she was in France or England. Though she was being paid more than some people make a year, it hated seeing her rush around the house before almost missing her flight. Marianne was never around to see me do an Ollie off the bathroom tub, or when I got an A+ on my test, which I guess made me feel lonelier then some forty year old basement dwellers. Though, I did have Tery my house keeper. She’d play with me, watch me skate, I have to say she was maybe my best friend. She was my inspiration to skate. Her husband, Tony, is a professional skater. When he’d drop her off when I came home from school, I saw all of his skate board company stickers on his bumper, and once she brought me to one of his rallies, and I watched him skate. He taught me a few tricks and I loved him, he… I wish I could call him my father, I wish they could comfort me as my mother and father, but no, I have Marianne and Joseph.
///////////////Joseph lived in a busy place, and he went into court for my seize, he took me by force and I lived with him since I was ten. I said good bye to Terry and Tony, and I left for the Big apple, which I thought didn’t look like an apple at all. I met Cathy, but I called her Cath… she was my Joseph’s girl friend. What a b***h she was, she’d ignore me, and yell at me. When her and Joseph got into fights she leave to shop and she’d take me with her, or leave me in a day care which only ‘rich’ kids went to. So I couldn’t skate, or listen to my music or anything, I’d have to sit there and watch some old women teach me house to do math, when I’d just have to go to school the next day. Though I was alone in France, I’d rather be there then here. Though, when I got to see Joseph, he was always nice, he’d bring me to Jet’s and Giant games, watch me skate, and bring me to the central park skate park. Though, during it all, he’d be on his phone, or laptop, tapping away no watching the game, or me skate. Though, I liked the company either or not he participated. Joseph wanted me to take his place, and so did Cath, though I didn't really want too. Though, I see blood when I tripp or wipe out on my board I can't take any of those surgery's, where I would be seeing guts, and brains... EW! It makes me vomit. I want to live my life skating, I want to do 24/7.
///////////////I guess, Marianne, Joseph, Terry, and Cath have all shaped me quite awkwardly. I’ve made my way to stay quiet, skate when possible and do as well in school as I could or I’d be beaten with a purse by Cath, which always seemed to be filled with the heaviest make-up and change wallets. I like to be free, be something different, say something you wouldn’t think of. I like to be alone in a crowd of people because then I don’t feel discourage when someone comments on my dirty jeans, or bruises from falling. Skating is the only thing that keeps me at peace. When I’m not skating, I’m sleeping or listening to music. I eat, breathe, bathe and smell like skating. Though Joseph buys me a new one each year, I only use two skate boards. Tony gave me one for my Seventh birthday and another one when I left. I use them the most, and fix them to new each year. Though, I might not look very smart, I am. I’m a math and physics wiz, and I love learning about the study of psychology. I write, a little bit, but not much. /////////////• • • W h a t - I - L i k e : ///////////////One thing I love is skate boarding. I’ll do it till the day I die. I love it, I truly and utterly love it. I can ramp off anything, and do it whenever. I hold it by my side where ever I go. It’s my one and only love, well at the moment. I love music, music, music, music. I can play guitar but not very well. I listen to it everywhere and at places where I can’ have it out, I hide ear phone wire under my shirt and lead it up to my ear. I listen to it when people don’t notice and when people do. I addicted, it keeps me going. I know it’s bad for my health, but I think with out my Cigarette’s I would rip everyone’s faces off. They chill me off, and keep me at ease. I know they can kill me, but hell we’re all going to die sometime. There I things I do without consent and that’s usually what people don’t see. I write, I love hearing my words spill on to paper and just listen to them be read back, I think that I’m a genius when I think of thing’s I don’t think anyone else could ever seem to make up. I don’t like talking about deep s**t, and that only comes out when it’s on paper. That my life, just wood with wheels and paper. /////////////• • • W h a t - I - D o n ' t : /////////////// Like I said before I hate Authority, not because I’m all fists in the air, not because everyone is, it’s because I was never able to do anything, and that pissed me off to no limit. When people tell me I can’t, when I know clearly that I can. I can, I promise you. I hate holding grudges but I do, I hold them longer then you might think. I can not stand when people are extremely obsessed with one thing. I know I sound like a hypocrite but honestly, if you’re obsessing always about how big those girls boobs are for about seven hours, I will punch you in the face. It’s a pet peeve when people rant on about something that happened two hours, two days, two week’s, months, years! Shut the hell up! I get it. I’d rather listen to Cath talk about her shopping spree and that’s saying a lot.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 3:28 pm
• Noelle • Marina • Hayden •
Stardust Typhoon ///////////////////• • • P e r s o n a l i t y : ///////////////I've been told that I'm an intellectual snob, a drama queen, that I'm mentally stuck in a perpetual Film Noir, that I have a twisted sense of reality...
The actuality of my situation is rather close to the last two things I listed. I'm an intellectual, sure, but I think 'drama queen' is pushing it. I do love black and white movies--they're my escape. As things are, when s**t gets a little too intense at my house, I'll lock myself in my room and sink into a world of intrigue and mystery; of red-lipped vixens and fedora-clad, hard-boiled, gentlemen.
///////////////Okay, so yeah, I do wish life was a little more like the movies. It'd be nice, that's for sure.
I tend to be a little introversive. I like to keep to myself for the most part, but I will, from time to time, sit down with friends and just chat. I get a little dreamy sometimes; and I space out a good deal, which I guess translates into: I have a hard time keeping my attention on things.
I'm bored with things. I disappear off into Lala-land because I'm unhappy as things are, and I'm a solitary kind of person.
I think if I was ever going to look for a companion, I would want someone who was that gentleman to counterpart the lead female. The detective to counter the femme fatale. The guy who can match me intellectually, and who's gonna love me for me, who'll play along with my little games, who'll be that hard guy on the outside, but who'll stick with me and who'll be the protector when I need it.
/////////////• • • B i o g r a p h y : ///////////////Well...my life has been ordinary, I suppose. There honestly isn't too much to say about me--though I wish there was. I could thrill you with all kinds of stories of mystery and romance and intrigue...but even though I'm a first-class storyteller, that wouldn't be truthful, and I don't think lying is going to help anything. Everything has been plain in my life. A mother and father, I have an older brother, but he's moved out and rarely calls or drops by. I made the grades, I did the work, I had the friends... And then I hit ninth grade and I realized that I was a hollow individual. What was I doing? What was I accomplishing? What was I working for? It was around this time that mom and dad started to argue more. They'd been a little rocky for a while, but I managed to ignore it. When this whole epiphany of mine took place, things were getting a little harder to ignore. It used to be that I would go out sometimes, that I'd do homework...but I was losing interest in things. My friends all looked phony and frivolous and just as empty as I was. I didn't really know any of them--we all knew what we saw on the outside of each other. Things just went downhill from there. I broke off friendships, I started to go out less and less, my grades began to suffer because I neglected schoolwork...everything was losing luster.I had a job at a bookstore, but I felt like things were missing, even when I was making money and meeting more people.
///////////////I was disillusioned with life--and then one day I saw a poster in an antiques shop I'd wandered into, a poster of a beautiful woman with smooth pale skin and wavy hair and ruby red lips; with mysterious eyes that drew me in and told me that she'd seen so much in her lifetime that I couldn't even imagine. I wanted that. I wanted that mysterious gaze that told people I knew things that they didn't. I started to collect all kinds of things that reminded me of the poster of that woman--I bought clothing, movies, books, makeup...I tried to make myself into that gorgeous woman who gave you the sultry gaze from the shadowed corner of the room. Meanwhile my parents seemed to have lost it--arguments were a nightly thing, if dad was home, and one of them would just blow up--mom threw things, dad raged and shouted, doors slammed, dishes broke, and I worried that I'd have to call 911 half the time. I immersed myself in that monochromatic world of the old films, the black and white world dotted with ruby red lips, colorful characters, and scarlet bloodstains. It was a hell of a lot more fulfilling than my real life. I drowned in the beautiful, stylized world of old hollywood, the silver screen, and fiction. Everything else seemed drab in comparison--and I was in love with a realm that was in tones of black and white, which is saying something.
///////////////I had changed myself; my hairstyle, my makeup style, my clothing too. I dressed to impress; which seemed to confuse people at school and amuse the teachers, occasionally I'd have someone come up and ask me what perfume I used, where I'd gotten a blouse or a necklace, or maybe what brand of makeup I was using, and it might bloom into a conversation. I do have a few friends, but I think even they think this is all just a phase and let it go. Who knows. I guess it IS nice to have people to talk to every now and again...Even if they're just people I can tell stories to and watch movies with. Of course, I think that even though they call themselves my friends, even they get irritated when I wander off on tangents about a movie I've just watched or an old actor who's now past their prime. Sometimes I almost wish I wasn't such a daydreamer and could just stay in the real world for a long enough time. And then I look around me again, at my decorated room, and I can hear the shouts coming from downstairs and I lay back against my pillows and just drift off again.
///////////////Finally I got pushed over the edge. I was already practically a loner in my current state--and then mom and dad were going to split. Who would I live with? Mom who wanted to move to Montana to live near family, or Dad who wanted to get back to New York to be near the big business and hustle and bustle of things. No more of our Washington home. Mom and dad were both fairly wealthy even on their own--mom's an accountant and Dad's a lawyer--but if I was to move...God, just imagine that, trying to move into a completely new society to me. Find a new job, find a new place to try and fit in, new places to hang out... I was NOT going to do that. I kept thinking, 'I need to get out of here before things get serious...' and then I found my window of opportunity. A letter from someone called 'M', to come to their mansion to stay and be cared for. A bag of personal stuff and an open mind...I've got both, so here I come. /////////////• • • W h a t - I - L i k e : ///////////////What do I like? Well, a lot of things. Black and white movies, obviously. I love jazz and piano music, and there is nothing I enjoy more than sitting at my windowsill on a rainy day and listening to some soft jazz music on my stereo. I love peace and quiet--crowds? Loud noises? Shouting? Count me out. I like nothing more than a pleasant day to sit and listen to music and watch movies, or read. Grey days are lovely--sometimes I wait for a rainy day just so I can pull on a raincoat and take out my umbrella and go for a walk. I love hot showers and bubble-baths, and lucky for me I can take them a lot, too, since I'm the only kid in the house now, with a bathroom all to myself. Romance novels (love stories of any kind, really), and roses, and birds, and red lipstick, and pillbox hats with lace or net veils on them...
Hey, I half-expected myself to start off on that 'Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens' thing too... /////////////• • • W h a t - I - D o n ' t : ///////////////Well, for starters, I hate loud noises, screaming, things like that. Maybe it's stemming from ol' mom and pop fighting constantly, but it's something I'm just not fond of. Bright lights, too, and weather that's too hot. People who're too grounded in reality, horror movies, people who get angry too often, rudeness, intolerance, and idiots in general. Spiders, too--I was bitten by one once and it scared the hell out of me.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 7:46 pm
• Cadence • Annabelle • Miller •
x - - s t i l l D0LL ///////////////////• • • P e r s o n a l i t y :///////////////My personality? Well, I've been told that I'm a demure kind of person. Introverted, I guess you could say. I'm definitely not the kind of girl to go out partying. I prefer to sit at home and read a book. Away from the thumping music and the gyrating bodies. I don't say much about things, and I really prefer to keep my mouth closed rather than voice my opinion. It's rare that anyone asks how I feel about something in the first place. I guess that's because I tend to fade into the background, never to be heard or seen. I won't draw attention to myself if I don't have to. Because I don't voice my feelings and opinions, the things that are going on in my life tend to eat me up on the inside. Causing me to start crying for no in particular reason. I've been deemed a freak because I wear loose fitting clothes and a hoodies most of the time. But that's only because they haven't taken a peek inside the life of Cadence Annabelle Miller... /////////////• • • B i o g r a p h y :///////////////My past... I try not to think about it much. Actually, I try not to think about it at all. The past should remain in the past, right? I guess I'll tell you... There was a point and time in my life when I was happy. I was happy and popular and I have a boyfriend who supposedly loved me. I was on the cheerleading team and the honor roll. I had a kind and loving family. I was an only child, but my pet cat Jinx helped dispel some of my loneliness. My mom was a lawyer and my dad was an MD. So money was never really an issue. I was happy and I thought nothing could ever go wrong in my life. It all ended that day when we were on our way to a restaurant for dinner. It was raining and night time and we were on a long stretch of the road. No other car was in sight. My parents were laughing and joking in the front seat of the car. I sat in the back, adding my opinion every once in a while. It seemed to have happened in slow motion. There were the blinding bright lights and the sound of our horn. But the huge eighteen wheeler that was barreling towards us didn't take notice. Dad veered off the road and into the woods the encroached on either side of the road. Straight into a tree. My parents were killed on impact. Half of the car was completely obliterated. I barely escaped with my life.
I was in the hospital for an entire month. After I was released, I was placed in a foster home. I wouldn't speak to anyone, not even the psychiatrist they hired me. I became mute for about four months. I was bounced around from home to home. The households simply got worse and worse. I never liked any of the families. Either the parents fussed too much, or their children would constantly pick on me, or the parents were abusive even though I wasn't their child. It was various things. When I would go to school, the kids there would pick on me because I wore hoodies and baggy pants. I wouldn't talk to anyone and was therefore named a freak. My high school life was hell. I had tried running away plenty of times, but each time either I would stop myself thinking, "Where would I go? What would I do?" Or my foster parents would catch me before I could make a run for it and punish me by either beating me or depriving me of food for the day.
I was sure I wouldn't be able to deal with my life anymore. I was absolutely sick of it. I was tired of tears and the loneliness. No one seemed to get me, or at least seemed remotely interested in trying. I was always the loner, cast to the side like last years Barbie. Thankfully, I came across the note. At first, I thought it was merely some kind of prank, another sick joke conjured up by the sick mind of my high school's reigning queen bee. But there was something about it that told me it was not a joke, but something meant for me. I wondered about it for a while. "Who would care enough to send me this? Did they understand what was going on in my life?" That note was my only ticket out of my hell of a life and I was taking it... /////////////• • • W h a t - I - L i k e :///////////////I like a lot of things. Like the rain, for example. When I was a kid, I used to love to go outside and run wild in the rain. The feel of the mud squirting in between my toes made me feel so... I don't know, alive. Moonlight was always something that I loved as well. I always thought that long, moonlit walks was the most romantic thing a guy could do for me. It's just something about the stillness of the night, and calm. The cool air and the way the silver moonlight seems to bathe everything in hues of black and white. It makes everything seem so magical and wonderful. Like an escape in your own backyard. I love taking pictures of things. Like the rain and things at night time. I prefer taking pictures of nature, but if I'm sitting there with my camera on a train and I feel inspired, I will snap away. I remember my mom used to always scold me because I would take pictures of people without their permission. I liked my family. And most teenage girl things, even though it may not look like it. I love baggie jeans and hoodies, although if you would have told me a few years ago that I would have preferred this look over mini skirts and tank tops, I would have thought you had lost it. /////////////• • • W h a t - I - D o n ' t :///////////////Liars and lies. I absolutely hate them. Especially the people who pretend that they care about what happened to me, and wish that I was well. When all there really trying to do is impress someone. They could give a rats a** about me and my life. Bitches. Does anyone like them? They have everything they could possibly think of and prey on the more unfortunate kids in the school just so they could look superior. And since I'm pretty much as low as it gets in the social food chain, I am constantly the one being picked on. And if she picks on someone, then everyone thinks that I can simply be their punching bag. And I let them. I don't ever really see anything that I can do about it. I just ignore them and try and continue living the through the hell hole that is my life. Therapists. They don't really care about you, they don't really want to get to know you. They just sit there and listen while you spill your guts out and write crap down on a board and call you crazy. And they get paid for that. Surprising? I think not...
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RADIO ATTACK TIVE Captain
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 7:53 pm
• Rika • Komori •
Alykia ///////////////////• • • P e r s o n a l i t y : /////////////// In general, most people like me and I tend to get along with everyone. I don’t think that would be the case if they really knew me. They see me as someone who is outgoing, smart, open, nice, funny, and happy. I am not saying that they are wrong, because those are a part of who I am. They just aren’t the core part of my personality; more like the surface. It also doesn’t take them long to realize that I have a very active imagination and laugh a lot. Most people I have met only touch the surface and think that is all there is to me. For that reason, I have a tendency to surprise even longtime friends. After a while, some might realize that I am tolerant and stubborn. At some point, I hope that someone would be able to see the deeper part of me.
/////////////// Oh, would you like me to tell you more? Well, many people seem to think that nothing would ever bother me. Everyone has his or her limit, and when I reach mine; it isn’t pretty. In fact, it would scare a lot of people. I really need to get that under control. In general, I am only open about past events, not my true self. It helps to feed people the illusion that they actually know me. Not that I am trying to trick them. It never occurred to me that you could tell people everything about yourself, but not really show them who you are as a person. I tend to be trusting but am observant as well. Ever since I was young, I never cared about what others thought. If that was the case, why didn’t I rebel at all? I definitely didn’t really do anything that I wanted to do. Did I ever really know or think about what I wanted? Secretly, I am a twisted person, but no one believes me if I try to let it be known. I am daring and will try almost anything once. This might sound a little off, but I am shy when it comes to certain things. I also have a tendency to hide my deeper emotions. Having someone try to look underneath the surface of my personality would scare me. /////////////• • • B i o g r a p h y : ///////////////I was born in America but we had to move back to Japan for family reasons. I am not going to talk about those reasons because I was too young to understand. At the time I was around three years old, so I didn’t really remember anything about America either. My bother was seven at the time, so he would tell me stories about it. In general, my family was pretty normal. My brother was always there to protect me and I had the love of my parents. They were only slightly more westernized than most of the other people I knew.
/////////////// Around the age of ten, my brother decided to go to America for high school. Not even a year later, he was hit by a drunk driver while riding a bike. He managed to survive but ended up in a coma. Thankfully, he came out of it in a month, but he had memory loss. They said he would never remember the last ten years of his life. The whole time he stayed in America and even decided to continue to live there. You had to wonder how he remembered things you needed to know in order to get through each day, but couldn’t remember people or events. It was a wonder that my parents didn’t force him to come back. In the end I never got to see him; and something changed.
/////////////// By the time I got to high school I went back to America with my parents. I think they were worried that I would go to America like my brother and then something horrible would happen again. I must admit, the change was a little difficult for me at the beginning but I adjusted rather quickly. It didn’t take long for me to figure out the differences between the two cultures. My parents continued to push hard when it came to my academics and extra curricular activities. After school, I either spent time practicing ballet, the piano or tennis. I was used to being busy and barely having a social life. That part of my life was very much the same, but my mindset changed a bit. After all, America was different and it confirmed something I felt uneasy about when I was living in Japan. At first, I found that school was a bit harder than it was in Japan. After I became better with my English, the classes seemed a bit too easy for me. As for my brother, he didn’t live nearby but he did come to visit. I never liked the look in his eyes when he did come over. He was different in general and treated me the complete opposite of what I remember. Yea, that is my wonderful past. Now I want to get away to figure myself out. It is time for a change. /////////////• • • W h a t - I - L i k e : ///////////////In general, I like too many things to mention. I like people that are blunt and honest. It might hurt to hear the truth but I would rather hear that than a lie. I enjoy almost anything that is creative. One of the reasons I like to play sports is because I am a competitive person. I like things that make me think: like nature and music. Freedom and independence are important to me. I crave those two things the most and like to see others that have them; even if I might get a little jealous. /////////////• • • W h a t - I - D o n ' t : /////////////// I don’t like it when my health issues start causing a problem out of nowhere. With that said, I don’t like taking medicine either. I don’t like it when people try too hard. Compliments are annoying. There are rare occasions where I actually believe them and I don’t really know how to deal with them. I don’t like waiting; it is a waste of time. Did I mention that I hate it when I laugh really loud? It doesn’t always happen but there is something that I don’t like about it. I wish I could figure out what that is.
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