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 Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 11:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 12:24 am
  played by Klakie93 YukishiroJuttya  //..dOn+ jUdge mE <3I am this many: Seventeen and a Half, Eighteen in April, on the 20th. People like to laugh at my birthday, the ones who know it at least because they think I get high on my birthday because it’s supposed to be Stoner Day or whatever they call it. Others think I’m a Nazi because I share a birthday with Hitler. Personally I don’t give a s**t. They hate me because I act all: I am what is to be called different among others. They all look at me with disdain, judging my my looks, my clothes. What right do they have to look at me with their criticizing eyes? None whatsoever. They roll them over me like I am fresh meat to be devoured. Not in the sick way because they couldn’t lay a hand on me or else I would have to whip out some Judo skills on their asses. To some I am thought of as cold to the way I treat them. It's because they have to make some comment, have to act so sarcastic. To my friends I am the same. On occasion I’ll open up to people who show me some decency, a smile maybe.
With people I am totally comfortable around I show my dorky side. Like my love for anime and all things Hello Kitty. Or the fact that I read too much along with drawing anything in sight. Like my foot on random occasions. Or maybe that when I’m excited I’m hyper and clingy and agreeable, joking on random occasions and laughing at myself. Laughing so hard that when I look at my belly when I laugh and it jiggles I can’t breathe because I’m laughing so hard. The people that get on my very best side will have a friend for a lifetime. Never revealing their secrets, fears, or dark and ruthless lies. When people mess with people I love or care strongly about they’re in for it.. Not many people have seen this side and I keep it that way. People don't need to know about me. Some do like it's their mission in life. I just turn around and flip em' the bird. To the ones who come off of as being intelligent and interesting with a flair, those are the ones for me.
Seems to me like I'm a pretty good person. Wouldn't you agree?The last thing I remember is: I grew up in the same town, in the same city I do now but my childhood was better than what my life is now. My mom had a job, she was beautiful, and kind, my dad was working at a firm that was prestigious and known for it’s top of the line service and whatnot, he was caring, funny and always knew how to cheer me up. Then everything went downhill when I was eleven. My dad was laid-off when the firm suddenly went out of business, my mother said that she quit her, work when we all know that she got fired for lack of work, and stayed home everyday doing nothing but bitching about how her daughter wasn't perfect like the people in her magazines, with their anorexic bodies and layers of make-up plastered to their bowtox injected faces. ******** fake. That’s what I hate about them because they are so fake, like those dolls you pick up in the store and you want to rip off their heads.
My parents don't understand my goal of being an artist. They would pick up one of my pieces and grunt and go,’What in the hell is this s**t?’ and walk away. Or they just go about their dreary lives just ignoring me. My mother comes home and sits at the kitchen table, smoking, reading a magazine, and saying how nothing gets done in the house. Leaves all the work to my dad who personally, gets all the money from selling crack and meth on the streets. He picked it up after getting laid-off when one of his friends came over to our house and was talking about it to him. He instantly got hooked and wanted money and more of the s**t. My mother doesn't notice, more or less care at all how he gets the money, just so long as she knows it's there for her to spend on nonsense. Her clothes, her cigarettes, her magazines. I sneak some wads of it too, to buy my school supplies and my own clothes and things that I need. They forgot about me really.
I sit in the middle of the class being quiet and reclusive, answering only when called on. Who would raise their hand and openly embarrass themselves for being a self-centered know-it-all. I know most of the crap and I pass all of my classes except for math. It’s stupid. Drawing while I'm sitting at my desk is the only thing I do, never making interaction with others. Maybe if they throw something at me or pass me some kind of rude note or whatever but even then I don’t react. I dress eccentrically to show my peers that I’m not into the latest style and I don't really care. Ellen seems to think she has the best style and the best body. I could care less about her. I do whatever I want and no one is going to tell me how to live my life.
Never having a real friend for years, I've yet to meet someone who understands me. I'm attracted to: Boys that aren’t overly cut-myself-I-hate-the-world because seriously, they should damn well kill themselves if they don’t think anyone cares, because personally they don’t. A guy that would argue with me and kiss me out of nowhere for the hell of it and then go on like it never happened. Someone who would do little secret things to show he cared even if they seemed like nothing in actuality. I'm crushing on: It's his eyes that make my knees feel like jello. Like I’m going to fall flat on my face out of nowhere and suddenly I’m drowning in them, not wanting to float back to the surface. Or maybe it’s his tight jeans that hug him in all the right places or his blinding silver lip-rings. Oops. I think you’ve figured out who it is. Call me: Yukishiro, if you don’t know me at all because I won’t respond to anything else if you think you know me. Yuki, if we’re acquaintances. Yukishi, if we’re buddy-ole’-pals. Yu-Yu, if you’re, well,….nah. No one has ever been that interested or close to me before….. I chill with: The Loners. Those few people who really don’t belong in another group. It’s like we don’t even know each other, like a group that’s not really a group but a bunch of people who have no friends and socialize with barely to no people. Some are alright with me, others I don’t even talk to. Just someone to hang out with at school to at least maybe fit in.Schedule:1//Creative Writing - The only class I enjoy going to. I actually do something in it and I'm normally happy with it. Like writing about the most random sceneros that pop into my head.
2//Web Design - While everyone in this class is freaking out over making a new website, I already know how to do it. A free period for me to chat on MSN or browse around the internet.
3//Anatomy and Phsiology - Mmmmm. Science. I know everything there is to know about it but I don't really care. Stupid disections.
4//Phys. Ed. - One of those calsses I really don't need. It makes me hot and sweaty and irratible because I can't seem to avoid the eye of the teacher who constantly makes me run laps for no reason.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 1:39 pm
Ellen Holt  The glamorous life.I am this many: Seventeen and six months. My birthday is May 15th. Last year, I had a huge party and this year it's going to be even bigger. They hate me because I act all: I don't think that many people hate me. Well, I guess if I could describe my personality into a word, it would be perfect. Popular, pretty and rich. It doesn't get much better than that. I will admit to being a little mean to certain people, but I swear I'm not a bad person. I'm not the smartest person but I'm not a dumb blonde. If you call one me, I'll probably slap you across the face. If you talk about me behind my back, expect me to confront you about it.
I guess I'd consider myself the most popular girl in school. I'm friends with almost everyone, well by everyone I mean all the important people in the school. None of those suicidal emo kids or those disgusting goth kids. I always seat in the middle of the classroom, that way all the attention will be on me.
I like to dance; I’ve been taking ballet lessons since I was six, and party. I love listening to music. My iPod is filled with Kelly Clarkson, Christina Aguilera and Gwen Stefani. I don’t like any of that rock or screamo stuff, it makes my ears hurt.
I've been called an ice queen, a b***h and a whore many times before. When people call me that, it just adds another layer to my hard exterior and it makes it hard for me to let people see who I really am. I'm sure that no one would believe that I can be compassionate and that everytime I've watched the Notebook, I've cried through the whole thing. No one would believe the stress that is on me to look good everyday. No one would believe that I've been taking flute lessons since grade eight and love to play it in my spare time.
I'm Catholic, so I go to church almost every Sunday. Only my close friends know that, not that I'm embarrassed by it. It just never comes up in normal conversation. I always wear a cross around my neck and I believe that it keeps me safe. I pray every night and I believe it keeps me close to God.
Most of my friends expect me to skip with them and I usually don't. I usually come up an excuse and they leave me alone. If my parents found out that I was skipping class, they would take away my cell phone, laptop and my credit card.
I live in a huge mansion in the gated part of the town. It's a fifteen minute walk, but I always make my dad drive me in the Mercedes Benz. It's much more fashionable then having to walk or god forbid biking. My dad doesn't let me drive the Benz because I crashed the Bentley last July. It wasn't my fault, I swear.
When I was fifteen years old, my parents bought me a dog. The dog was named Ronny and he was a Rottweiler. I used to be afraid of him, but now he's best friend. Most people are intimidated by him because he's huge and gets really excited when he meets new people, but afterwards he's a sweetheart. My brother's supposed to walk Ronny but he's always "busy with homework" so I usually walk him around the block.
I'm on the track, soccer and volleyball teams. People always ask me why I'm on them and I always ask them why not. People assume I'm some little princess afraid to chip a nail, well yeah that would suck but I love to play sports.
The last thing I remember is: I was born May fifteenth, seventeen years ago. My mom is a fashion designer and my dad owns Holts Renfrew. You’ve heard of Holt Renfrew, right? Well, if you haven’t a big mall that has stores like Louis Vinton and Tiffany’s. Well anyway, two years late my brother William was born. I’ve lived a very privileged life and love to brag about it.
My parents are what I call, a "power couple". They both makes tons of money and are extremely good at what they do. My mom designs clothing for celebrites, Scarlett Johanson, Paris Hilton, Beyonce, ecteras. My father is a buisness man, attached to his Blackberry. He spends most of his time in his office making business offers and plans. He also likes to buy and sell shares on the stock market and has made hundreds of thousands of dollars. I hope to be as rich and powerful as them when I get older.
My little brother William is a bigger snob than I am. He looks a lot like me, blond slightly wavy hair and blue eyes. He's goes to the same prep school I did and seems to have taken my place as most popular kid in school. He just turned fifteen and my parents want him to stay in the private school because he's gifted. He seems to rub it in my face at times that he's "special" and gets more attention from our parents. I guess I'm sort of jealous of him that he's so smart and learns things so quickly.
Lately, my parents have been fighting more than usual. I heard my dad saying something about getting divorce papers a few weeks ago. If they get divorced, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’ve never thought about it, they seemed so happy with each other. If they got divorced I don't know what I'd do. I'd probably decide to live with my dad, my mom is always going to Paris to go to fashion shows.
When I started high school, I guess I just starting making friends with the right people and then I found myself as the most popular girl in school in the middle of grade eleven and I will make sure that no one takes my place. I started being mean to other people to impress them, but I guess it's grown as a second nature for me. My parents don't know about the many girls that I've made cry.
Most people don't know that I want to be a lawyer when I grow up. I've been working really hard to get into Harvard. I'm sure that if I told my friends they'd all think I was joking and laugh in my face. I've been reading stuff online and buying books on law, it's really hard but it doesn't discourage me. I've already choosen what program I want to take at Harvard, the off-campus house I want to stay in and the new laptop I want my parents to buy me. I know university is going to be hard, but I'm ready to work my a** off to do what I have to do.
I'm attracted to: Boys that wear khakis, have nice cars and are captains of their sports' teams. The ones that aren't afraid to show their emotions and talk about anything. The ones that don't act fake around me just to impress me. I'm crushing on: He's the one I can't get out of my head when I'm trying to fall asleep. He's the one I talk to when I'm upset and makes me feel a million times better. He's the one I daydream about kissing when I'm in the middle of class. He's the only one who I want to impress. He's the only one that makes my heart skip a beat when I see him in the hallway. Call me: Almost everyone calls me Ellie. My mom calls me Ella, because she thinks I look a bit like Cinderella. My dad calls me Elle, because he thinks it makes me sound more mature. My grandma is the only one I allow to call me Ellen. I chill with: The Preps. The kids wearing polo shirts and driving expensive cars. We're the ones that give you dirty looks in the hallways and ignore you when you speak to us. We're the ones that tell you to move and you do as quickly as you can. We're the ones that you love to hate, but still try to impress. We own you and this school.Schedule1. Advanced Calculus - I'm not stupid, I beat I'm better at math than you.
2. Law - I want to be a lawyer... seriously. This is the only class that I actually find intersesting and pay the most attention in.
3. Anatomy and Physiology - I'm better at math than I am science, but it's necessary if I want to go to Harvard.
4. Dance - A bunch of my friends and I take dance together. We have to wear really shanky black leotards all the time, but they're more comfortable to dance in. People think that dance is an easy class and that if you go into it you'll get a good grade, those people are morons. We have to run laps, dance and do aerobics. I'd like to see a football player do all of that straight for sixty five minutes. It's almost as hard as my track practices.
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