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 Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:22 am
 !ZZY
Elizabeth || Leisel || Spelling
Slytherin, 1st year
[ updated July 28th ]
I don't care what you might think about me
You can vibe without me if you want
I could be the one to take you home
Baby we could rock the night alone
If we never get down it wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget what you already know
I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge me by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away
Like the geek in the pink
Like the geek in the pink, pink, pink
The geek in the pink, yeah
"Geek in the Pink" - Jason Mraz
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:27 am
 [she gets annoying sometimes] x a r r e [if I wore a name-tag, it would say] Elizabeth || Leisel || Spelling [but ignore it. my real name is] Izzy, Iz, or Spelling [do NOT, under no circumstances, call me] ELIZABETH. I will literally kill you with my bare hands. [people who know me think me as] an extremely curious girl who‘s too clever and nosy for her own good. [if you go beyond that, I‘m just] a real person looking for someone who can understand me and talk to me. Someone with patience... [mirror says] female [and I prefer] the male species [thank you very much] [I‘m better than you, so that means] Slytherin [I demand presents on] November 23rd [and, yeah, that‘s right. i‘m a] Sagittarius, but on the cusp of Scorpio. [I sure am young] 11 years old ['sup, I'm a] 1st year [those people I live with] Richard and Wendy Spelling [Richard's an idiot and didn't tell Wendy] Half-and-half. Shhh, don‘t tell the other Slytherins. Or I'll torure you until you're about to die, then leave you alone for a while, and then repeat the process. [weapon:] 9 [inches and] 4 [centemeters of] Reed [wood, containing a] Peruvian Vipertooth heartstring [the other weapon:] Cheetah [dis the] tree frog [I have named] Peter Pan [and you die. Period.] [I HATE sports] so what makes you think I‘d play Quidditch? Idiot. [if I were a lasor, I'd be set on DESTRUCTIVE] I’m not exactly what you would call a sweet, cute looking little 11 year old, no. You look at me, and think “Whoa, where the hell did that come from?” But that could just be me when I see my reflection in the mirror when I wake up in the morning. Anyway. My hair: electric black, the blackest of blacks, not even a strand of dark brown. In the sun, it shines a color blue rather than a dusty brown. It is thick, short, choppy, and my bangs are always, always in my eyes. I’ll explain why, later. I’m not a fan of brushing it in the morning or even taking the slightest care of it besides washing it when I take a shower, so you can expect it to be sometimes sticking up everywhere like I just woke up--which is exactly what I just did. When I feel like doing something different with it, you can expect some little pigtails that look more like sprouts growing on my head. Otherwise, it’s just down, and is only long enough to where the bottom layers brush lightly against the back of my neck.
Now, there’s one feature on my that sometimes… well, freaks people out a bit. And this is why I keep my bangs in my eyes. The color of my eyes is yellow. Yes. Yellow. Kind of like a cat. You may, if you wish, call it a light, light honey or a strange form of Hazel, but I say they’re yellow. I inherited them from Richard, though his are green, so I don’t really undestand. They look extra, er, bright when I have such naturally dark, thick eyelashes. It doesn’t help that I sometimes have circles under my eyes from lack of sleep for… uh, days. But anyway. Yeah. There’s a bit of green around them, too, fading into yellow as it reaches the pupil. I guess… sometimes people will look at me whenever I have my hair out of my face, and just kind of stare since it’s not really normal for someone with yellow eyes. My skin is pale, soooo very pale. But, not ghostly pale, just kind of average, I suppose, for someone who hates the sun and hates even the word “sport.” I have a small button nose, abnormally pink lips, and a sharp jaw line, especially for an 11 year old. Told you I don’t look like how I’m supposed to.
My bone structure is that of a “model”, I suppose, like Wendy, but somehow I ended up being like a miniaturized size. I mean, sure, I guess 4’ 10” is an average height for an 11 year old, but I’m stick thin and it just makes me seem extra small. Of course I’ve never been bothered by how tiny I am; it allows me the opportunity to squeeze into those tiny places. Heh. Anyway. I wear a size 6 in shoe.
Ugh. Sometimes I even have to shop in the little girls’ section. It’s pretty degrading. Clothing was never a real interest to me and I mainly just wear a lot of t-shirts and jeans, when I don't feel like picking out an outfit in the morning. Skirts? Gross. That’s one of the downfalls of Hogwarts: UNIFORMS. I mean, yeah, the tie is going to be pretty wicked, but the fact that I have to wear a skirt just makes me want to chew off all my already shortened, black nails. My legs are white, and I just hate the feeling of air between my legs; it makes me feel exposed. Maybe they’ll let me wear a pair of shorts underneath. I’ll just do it, anyway. Do you think they’ll let that slide? Well, anyway, I'll figure it out somehow. I like to wear a lot of wrist bands, and brightly colored skinny jeans are acceptable. I just love to burn everyone's eyes out with my neon wardrobe. I get a lot of fashion zombies attacking me because of it. My clothes are pretty spiffy.[it's not important, but read it anyway] "So my dad, Richard Spelling, right? My dad wasn't the smartest student in Hogwarts. In fact, I'm thinking he barely graduated and had the lowest scores. He was one of those big, ugly Slytherins who had nothing but air in their thick skulls and thought things being blown up was the coolest thing in the universe. Now, Richard wasn't interested in the whole Dark Lord rubbish like some of his friends, but he wasn't the most brilliant or holy, either. After leaving school, Richard went to work as assistant manager for a rather un-popular wizard shop that sold things from forever lasting candles to text books. His parents, Geraldine and Larent Spelling, didn't give him any of the fortune in the bank for him to live off of, so he did his share of odd jobs from time to time just to live. And he did this for a straight 5 years.
And then he met Wendy Marrlow, my mother. Wendy was a dark-haired, pale muggle woman who worked as a model for a living, wealthy in every way possible, and always got what she wanted. Except for love, that is. She hadn't found it, and dated a nice looking man for a little while. But what she really wanted was to start a family. And when she either mentioned this to a man, they would always run away from her. Richard was dumb-struck, and I'm not even using the figure of speech, when he saw this gorgeous woman at a dinner party with his friends. She was there are one of his better-looking friend's date, but only for the occasion, because, of course, she was a muggle. But that really didn't matter to Richard. He fell in love with her the moment he saw her.
But Wendy was the least bit interested in him, since he wasn't the best looking man on the planet. Plus, his finace situation was repulsive. And, yet, somehow they got together and dated. Wendy always said, "I decided to give him a chance, since he seemed so nice." Oh, please. Well, it turns out that Wendy fell in love with Richard, despite his faults and everything bad about him, and they married two years after dating, and moved into a nice home in Oxford. But, unfortunately, Richard kept the little secret of him being magical from her. They were happy for a few more years, but Wendy wanted a child, and that's when little ol' me came.
I, Elizabeth (-shudder-) Leisel Spelling, was born November 23rd, 1979. Of course Wendy was estatic, especially since I was said to have been one of the cutest little babies everyone had ever seen; I inherited my mother's beauty, by the looks of it. Pft. Anyway. Wendy showed me with all my dark hair and honey eyes to everyone in town, and Richard just followed her. They were pretty back then, my eyes, but as I grew up, they became a bit more bright and had a very cat-like mischevious appearance to them.
So I was a rather... dangerous child, and I did almost the opposite that my parents told me. I ran around with scissors, colored with crayons on the walls, and screamed at the top of my lungs when I didn't get what I wanted--and that was when I was really scary. Plenty of strange stuff would happen when I got mad, like if it was a toy at the store, and I wanted it, and then Wendy would tell me I couldn't have it. But when we left the store, somehow it ended up in the car. I was accoused of stealing plenty of times, but no one could figure out how I actually snuck whatever I took out of the store. Being interrogated all the time and punished for what I didn't do just made my attitude a bit... well, "bitchy" would be a very good adjective.
Well, I got my letter just recently, but no one came like with the muggleborns, so I was a little confused. Then Richard decided that he'd now decide to be honest with Wendy and I and told us of what he was: a wizard. At first I thought it was comical, almost throwing the letter in the trash, but Richard made me keep and it once we went to Diagon Alley, I made up my mind that this wasn't close to a prank.
Wendy wasn't too happy, however. In fact, she was furious when she found out, since Richard's been keeping it from her for over 11 years. I didn't really care, but she announced before I left for school that she's 2 months pregnant.
Joy. [read this, too] I’m not aiming to be someone to trust; I just want to know everything about you. But I already know more than you think I do. I just pestering you about it because I want to prove my suspicions. And usually all of my suspicions are correct. I’m one of those people who has common sense. A little too much, sometimes. I tend to not believe everything a person says, and take out the bits and pieces that I don’t approve of, replace those blank spots with what I think, fix a few typos and mistakes, and then print a new copy, convincing myself that it’s true and completely better this way. Which means spreading rumors can be a bit of a dilemma with me. I truly don’t mean to most of the time; I just want to get the newest word out. But then again, I play a mask for most of the time I’m in public and interacting with other human beings, and could very well possibly have the cruel intention of severely cutting your precious ego in front of every one just for my own pleasure. I don’t like people to know too much about me, so I sometimes change my personality from time to time. And another reason is that I find amusement by confusing people, saying random things that don’t really make sense, but they do. Or talking to you through riddles and questions. If one asks a question, I swerve around it by asking them one in return.
Curiosity is certainly a problem, also. I can‘t keep my small nose out of anything that’s exciting or takes my interest for one second, and I almost always sacrifice everything just to get the dirt on someone, even if it costs myself “friends“. Which, I don’t really have many, now that I think about it.. I have no time for real friends because of my snooping around and getting into mischievous trouble. And if I do make a new friend, they quickly regret asking for my friendship, due to my witty, but tactless, comments that could be cutting. So don’t take anything I say to heart.
Take out all of the probing and cunning comments, deep down there’s a young 11 year old girl. A girl who feels deeply and is severely hurt by those little things that mean nothing. I tends to think a lot. What about, it usually varies from about everything. I’m inclined to broad over things a little too much, and sometimes gets caught up into reading between the lines of what your intentions truthfully are. And frequently, when I decide whatever you did to me was, it isn’t positive.
 But when you catch me on a good mood, I’m usually quite the entertainer, and I’m more than willing to chat about… well whatever you want. I honestly don’t really care. All I want to do is talk, talk, talk, and the subject really doesn‘t matter to me, at all. Some people have actually said that I’m funny at my moments, and I often smile and laugh. But that’s only if you don’t begin to tick me off by being a real stick in the mud or irritatingly boring. From my opinion, being bored is almost as bad, maybe even worse, than dying. There’s nothing on this planet that’s worse than sitting around, doing absolutely nothing. Ugh. I get pissed off just having thoughts about it.
But, still being a girl and all, I tend to have those lonely moments, and where I want to slow down for a moment. I do get a bit overwhelmed when a lot of people have something against me. I get really frightened and upset when I’m yelled at or scorned. I don’t know why, but that hurts me deeply to be screamed at, and I’ll try my best not to cry.
I’m only timid when I’m around people I don’t know or around a certain someone that I like. Well… Yeah, I like boys, but right now, at this age, they’re all idiots. Pretty entertaining, actually. I like boys who give me a challenge, mental games, perhaps, and isn’t afraid to talk or be around me. People who just come up and talk to me (when I’m in a good mood!) are my favorites, because they save me from doing something that’ll divert me from burning the hair on my arms… erm- don’t ask. Heehee… heh. [<3]Zombies.
Horror novels.
Anything not good for my health.
Sidewalk chalk and coloring.
Causing mischief.
Idiots (because they just prove that I’m smarter than them).
Using big words to confuse idiots.
Getting into people‘s minds.
Gossip.
Watching people's faces when their hopes crash down. [ Sometimes my eyes...
Boring people.
Girly girls.
Being emotionally attached, which rarely ever happens.
Anything that‘s slow.
A lot of stuff.
You. [and you're still reading...] I call my parents by their first name, never "Mom" or "Dad"
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:38 am
True Love
Current Boyfriend
Never Gonna Be
I'm dreaming bout those dreamy eyes
Possibility
Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
Shameless Flirting
Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill
Double Take
Best Friends
Getting Closer
Average Friends
Used To Be / Old Friends
Wanna Be Friends?
Friend Of A Friend
Familiar Face
Mutual Hate
Secret Hatred
Using Izzy
Jealous Of Izzy
Ex Boyfriend
Friendly Rivals
Annoyance / Embarrassment
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:37 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:37 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:38 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:39 am
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