Simply a W I L DC H I L D . . . . . . .
Simply a title;; Eugene S. Teige. Bet you're wondrin what the 'S' is all about, huh? Well, I kind of kind that middle name a tad embarrassing. Yeah, I know! Me? Embarrassed? Are you kidding me? But in all reality, this is the one thing that I won't tell just anyone.
I may be older then I seem;; Seventeen candles to blow out this year. My grandpa tried to give me the ole "seventeen slaps and one for good luck" jig, but those are times when I'm kind of glad he has a bad hip, cuz he can't chase me too far!
Damn this ruler is too short;; Literally! I'm effing short! Seriously, who would of thought that such a huge surprise would be bundles up in such a small package! But, being 5'2 can have it's quirks. I can run around the children's jungle gym without being harassed for my age, and it's easy for me to maneuver around people to get to my destination!
The scale...IT LIES;; 126lb
Can I slap you now or later;;
Just look a little c l o s e r;;
[ Piercings ; ; ] Piercings? Do I have piercings? I simply cannot believe my ears! Which are pierced, by the way. I have, to be completely, and utterly exact, have six piercings. Three snakebites on my lower lip, one on my right, and two on my left ear. The snakebites were to be a tad original. I saw people mostly with only two, and I thought, ‘what the heck’, right? I always am trying to look different, no matter what. And piercings are not saved from that novel concept.
[ Tattoo ; ; ] Ahaha...yes. About that. I know that it's kind of bad to get those at my age, and there would be absolutely no way that my Gram would let me do this, but I have a friend that works at a professional tattoo parlor, and you know how the story goes. I have two. Well, technically, three. You see, I tend to draw a bit, and I had drawn these pair of wicked awesome wings that I had fallen in love with. They're small, and look like decaying angel wings. Yeah, I don't draw very often, but these I had fallen in love with, where it had come to the point that I had begged me friend to get them on me forever. Bing botta boom, I know have dead angel winds on my shoulder blades. To make the story even more sweet, you know how I'm so short? Well, I had taken advantage of that, because both my grandparents are much taller than me. I have a tattoo of a little gingerbread man on the underside on my jaw, and when I tilt my head back, it looks like he's standing straight up. Hey, I said I like to be different don't I?
Done on a daily basis;;
[ Stylish ; ; ] I have a terrible habit of simply throwing everything on at once. My wardrobe consists of anything and everything that I’ve ever asked my grandparents for. Sure, each item by itself might look normal, but I love looking like the odd one out, and I love putting on many things at a time. But the funny thing is, it usually looks good for me. Hats, cat ears, strange ties, checkered shorts, hell, on the last day of school for my eighth grade, I was worn a long skirt to school, just for kicks! Yeah, I guess I am kind of odd, but that’s what’s great about me, is it not?
[ Stalk ; ; ] Yeah, I stalk. I’m pretty good at it too, if it weren’t for the fact that the one guy that I’m currently on the trail of seems to actually notice me. It’s not like it makes me angry or anything, but what’s the point of secretly following him around and softly humming the Mission Impossible theme song if he’s always catching my eye? No fun, right? So sometimes when he sees me, I tend to puff out my cheeks in frustration, and glare daggers as if he had done some sin or another. No, he never did anything wrong…well…at least in my eyes, but I want to follow him around and see what he’s like without me around to change his already bad mood to worse.
[ Snort ; ; ] I laugh a lot. I’m just an incredibly happy person, but I’ve also got this edge in me that screams ’hidden anti-Christ’ to the world, so don’t look at me like I’m completely innocent! I’ve done some dirty deeds before, gone a little too far during a simple game of Seven minutes in Heaven. But I like to play jokes on the unwilling, such as the b***h-she-devil-teacher, Mrs. Orin. I give her hell everyday, just for my own enjoyment. Sure, I do get a s**t load of detentions for such behavior, but that’s only more reasons for me to hang around my little prince, whom seems to also get his fair share of after school stays with the b***h-she-devil-teacher. I’ll do anything for a laugh, and anything to make others laugh. Whoever said that laughter was addictive probably died from it.
This could possibly annoy you;;
Just a little spazztastic, aren’t we?
I’m the wild child. I always have been, trust me. I will be that kid that you see falling down the stairs, and when I finally stop, I’ll be laughing my a** of saying something along the lines of ‘I wanna do it again’. The way that people look at me, you’d think that I was on crack or the likes, because I’m so loud and hyper, but all in all, I’m just really good natured, and I love attention. But going along the lines of that, if you’re ever in need of someone fun to hang around, I’m definitely your guy! The movies, the Happy Coffee Shop (a really popular place in this town of ours). I like to jump, scream, skip, shout, and fall. Yeah…that might be the bad part about me. I’ll practically do anything for attention these days.
Sometimes, obsession can get under my skin.
When I love something, I might fight for it, but a sure thing is that I will stalk it. Mostly, this goes along the line of people, but it can be other things too. Like, chocolate for example. If I don’t have any money, and I see chocolate, I’ll just stand there and stare at it for a while, mentally beating myself up for not having enough money to purchase such a beauty. But this usually ends up in someone being a tad frightened of me to the point of paying for it so I would leave. If I have a friend that I’m obsessed over, I’ll stalk that person. If I have a goal, I will stalk it until maybe myself, or perhaps someone else accomplish it. Yeah, I know, it’s a weird thing, but it’s just how I work. I’m really good at stalking too, because I can make hardly any sound if I so do wish.
What does it take to be so loving?
Yeah, people might see me as a friendly guy, but this doesn’t necessarily mean that I have a lot of friends. No. I have a lot of acquaintances, but only three real friends. They had known each other since kindergarten, but I had met them in middle school, and was instantly pulled into their group. Hey? What can I say, middle school was hell for me. No one wanted to be friends with the crazy kid, so I took what I could get, and I’m glad that I did. These guys are probably the smartest that I’ve ever come across, from the secretly betting genius, to the hungry athletic star, to Cinderella himself. I’m pretty loving toward them, well, except the hungry one. We’re…ok with each other, and really only stay friends for Cinder’s account. But other than that, I care for them all, probably more than I should. When Cinder’s Dad died, I was always there for him when he needed something. When either of them got hurt and didn’t have anything, I would help them out, since I kept a first aid kit with me at all times. But I guess this also goes along with the fact that I’m really really really an out of the closet romantic. Yeah, sure, the guy that I’m into might be seen to others as a s**t head, and I kind of think so too, but I simply love the way he angrily looks at me! I love those words he throws at me, thinking that he’s actually putting me down with them. I love the way his face gets kind of red when he’s pissed at finding me stalking about. Someday, I’ll make him mine, wait and see.
Such a klutz they say I am.
Yeah, people could say that I was a klutz, but I’m probably the only one that knows the truth. You see, I found out a long time ago, in middle school, that people laughed when I hurt myself. That had started in sixth grade. At first it was nothing. I was purposely trip myself to make people laugh, or cut my finger while sharpening a pencil. But by my first year of high school, I had done the farthest thing from all of that. I had purposely broken my arm, and then had completely ignored the pain, only so people would want to sign the cast. It just simple went downhill from there. Now, I even hurt myself even if it’s not to get attention. And I’m not emo! I don’t cut…all the time. No, it’s just I think that my sense of happiness had connected itself to my sense of pain. Earlier, I would be happy after I hurt myself, because people would pay more attention to me. Now…it just makes me happy. I could be seen with bandages on my cheek, an ugly purple bruise on my arm. And I don’t try to hide it, because that’s just cowardly. So now days, since I can get all my attention from elsewhere, so when people ask, I just say that I fell. I’ve actually been called to the office, because they thought that it had been my grandparents or something. No. My grandparents are too bliss for something like that. But now…it’s just too habitual for me to stop. It’s torture really, unable to stop hurting myself, and sometimes I cry when I’m doing it. No…I don’t have a problem, I have an addiction.
I could write a book;;
The birth of a legend.
Ok. So I was born. So what? Everyone is born. Babies, adults, fetuses…ok, sometimes not fetuses, but we would call that a stillborn. I was almost one of those. For one, during the entire pregnancy, I was upside down, or right side up if you look at it one-way. Babies are supposed to grow with their heads the furthest down, but I did with my head up, closer to her lungs. This can provide complications because the babies shoulders usually stretch the you know what so that everything else can get out easily. And to make things worse, when I was born, my heart rate had already stopped because of my stupid umbilical cord. It was wrapped around my neck. I had no breath, and no pulse. I was born dead. Cool huh? But then they had managed to get me breathing, which was great and all, but it had killed my mom. I didn’t really know her, but obviously, my dad had, and for a long time after that, he hadn’t been the happiest with me.
The death of loved ones.
I grew up with my dad, and he tried his best, no matter how much he loathed me. Maybe, he thought that I couldn’t tell because of how young I was, but I could feel it. Every time he held me, it was stiff and rigid, every time he told me that he loved me, I could literally taste his regret and hate within those words, but I still played along with it. I grew up being the hyper child. I didn’t like team sports, because I didn’t like working with other people very much. Bike riding was fun for me, and my Guitar instructor had clearly lost his mind trying to get me to sit down long enough for a learning session, but I learned as much as I could. And then my Dad had remarried when I was ten, and I got a new sister. She was eight, and we had a freaking blast together. My dad was a lot softer towards me after that, and we were pretty happy. But then the car accident had happened. We had been on a 23-hour road trip to California, to Disney Land for the first time. There were so stops for sleep, so everyone but the driver slept in the car. It had been my dad’s turn, at around five in the morning. All I remember was waking up while being carted away on a stretcher, something stiff around my neck, and blood trickling into my eye. I had found out after that, that the rest of them had died, and immediately my mother’s parents had adopted me into their family. Another sad thing, we had been going there for Emily’s birthdays and mine. I was turning thirteen, and she was turning eleven on the same day.
Adopted by the old folks.
My grandparents were wondrous. That sad thing was that I never seen them before that. I’m guessing that my mother and them had had some kind of disagreement, or something. Maybe because of the marriage. My father was Greek. My mother had been Japanese. I was guessing that my grandparents hadn’t accepted that, but when the rest of my family died, they took up the responsibility for me, to take care of me. And I’m glad that they did! I love my grandparents. At first I had been a bit…angry and them and everyone else, for the death of my sister and step mom and dad, but I got over it. I mourned their deaths quickly, and then went on in life. Now I spend a ton of time with my grandparents. They never seem to notice all the bruises. Maybe because they’re sight is bad or something, but they aren’t too old for a little DDR every now and then! It’s hilarious watching my grandma bust out her moves wearing a Muu muu.
A Ball of a time.
I had gone to the ball. I know, shockers, right? Most of the time I had spent my time with both the mice of our group, while little Cinderella went and did his thing. I don't know much, but I have a feeling that he had met someone, because of the face I had seen on him before first period while he was looking at all those fliers. But I had a lot of fun at the ball! Can you guess what I went as? A kitty! An orange kitty, and I had made the costume myself. I guess having a grandma can help, because I'm really good with my fingers. I had worn really short spandex looking shorts, and under that was a black leotard that went under the shorts, covered my stomach and chest, and went all the way down my arms and stopped just before my fingers. Over that I wore a really short baggy orange T shirt, that stopped just before my rips. I had kitty paws, and bright orange giant looking sneakers, and a home made cat ears and tail. A lot of people thought I had looked really cute! But I was kind of sad, because my love hadn't really paid attention to me. He had...actually kind of stalked his Ex, the prince charming, so I had left him alone to have a good time. Maybe he had noticed my wardrobe, maybe he had not. Oh well.
The love of my life.
I've fallen head over heels for someone, and his name is Alex. I simply cannot help it! His demanding personality just intrigues me to the point that i can't breathe! I want to get close to him, but he's always pushing away any kind of attention of wish to be friends. Why does he do that? But I won't give up! Someday, I will be his little kitty kat, whether he likes it not!
A little Extra;;
[ x ] I’m in love with someone, but it’s only one sided.
[ x ] Strawberries make me high…
[ x ] I like manga, and Anime Conventions.
[ x ] I have a pet kitty! He's an orange tabby, and I spend a lot of time with him. Hell, I practically curl around his nice and warm fuzzy body every night, and it's hard to fall asleep without my little Nixers.
I play the part of the;; Here kitty kitty...
The Mastermind;; Sadistically Oblivion
