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I'm bored. And I haven't posted anything in a while. And since I originally created this LJ to stalk Phim (*creepy, open-mouthed breathing*), I decided I'd post this silly little meme update thingy, so Mr. Phim knows what's going on in my life. Yes, I'm going to assume he cares. XDDD
1. FIRST NAME:
Stephanieeee. Fortunately, that hasn't changed.
I find I prefer to go by Steph, though. Even if people don't know me very well.
2. AGE:
Eighteen, biznatches.
Overall, it's uneventful.
3. LOCATION:
Commerce City, CO. I moved here in May, the day after I graduated, to live with my mom. And although this has been its very own cornicopia (spelling?) of shit and candy, I don't regret it. For the most part.
4. OCCUPATION:
College student/part time phone-answering monkey at Pudge Brothers.
5. PARTNER?:
Currently single. Currently okay with that. Broke up with Trevor back in July, for various reasons. Had a couple of confusing moments with him since, but, for now, things are ironed out and we're both very aware of the realities of our friendship, which has taken a hit in closeness since the most recent confusing moment and confrontation.
(And, someday, I'll ride off on a unicorn into the megical sunset with a glittery boy who I will manage to stay with for more than two months.
Or become a lesbian. Whichever.)
6. KIDS:
I'm eighteen, in college, and living with my mom. I'm also not with anybody. Clearly, having kids is not on my horizon right now, and that's more than okay with me. I'll probably eventually adopt at some point in my life, but that's not going to happen any time soon.
7. BROTHERS/SISTERS:
I'm the youngest of three girls. Both of my sisters are out on their own. Leah recently broke up with her boyfriend of one-year and is now dating an energetic guy named Ted. She's also living in the upstairs half-room of the creators of her sword fighting group, Mottistone, and is, for the most part, quite happy. She's working at Nordstrom's coffee shop, still, but put in her two week's notice a little while ago. She just turned 23 on Wednesday. Ashley is living with her boy-ance (boyfriend/fiance) Vitaliy. They have an adorable cat named Puma, and are, for the most part, quite happy. She works at Pudge Brothers with me, though not at the same time, and is always looking for other work. She's 20.
8. PETS:
Here at my mom's, I have a dog named Snort, who is a boxer-bulldog mix and the best dog on Earth. We also have a lot of fish, most of whom are third-generation and were born in the tank, and a frog named Clyde. With my dad, as far as I know, they still only have the three dogs - Lizzie, a border collie/austrailian shepherd mix; Roxy, a fat beagle/cocker spaniel mix; and Sammy, a purebred border collie.
9. LIST THE 3-5 BIGGEST THINGS GOING ON IN YOUR LIFE:
1 - College. Adjusting to being a good student again. Trying to get through my first two years, focusing on the end result to get myself through the irritating pre-req's that make up an Associate's degree. I'm going to Community College of Denver, but I'm planning on transferring to Red Rocks next year. I've hit a snag in registering for classes next year, because I supposedly need an advisor to hold my hand. Boo!
2 - Work. I started working at Pudge Brothers, a pizza place down the street from my house. It's very unprofessional and unorganized, for the most part. I stupidly decided to get this job while in the midst of final exams, so I'm stressed about the amount of work I have piling up in front of me. I'm also learning how to deal with bosses, bitchy customers, and cleaning when I don't have anything else to do. Fun times. I work weekends, which sort of sucks, but a job is a job.
3 - Social life. For the most part, it's dead, but when it's not, it's really, really good. I love having my license, and I get out to Aurora whenever I can to see people and blow off some steam. I'm planning on heading out there on Tuesday, for an unrelated reason, but I hope to see some friends while I'm there. After that, I'll be going there on Saturday to see New Moon. Woo!
4 - Dealing with my alcoholic mom, which I would rather not elaborate on.
10. PARENTS:
In case you've been hiding under a rock the whole time you've known me - MY MOM IS GAY!!! Literally. Not in the sense of "stupid", like that idiotic slang definition would like you to believe. My parents are divorced, they have been since I was nine months old. I lived with my mom and her partner Esther until I was 12. Esther took off, so I went to live with my dad for five years. I graduated high school, moved back in with my mom, and woo! Here I am today. I also have a step mom, and an "auntie" figure who is technically no longer with my mom.
11. WHO ARE SOME OF YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS?:
Moony, Chelsea, Cami, Jullia, and Drew.
Not much has changed there.
I can't seem to let go of the high school crowd, and, for the most part, I'm okay with that.
All right...school work's calling me.
- Location:living room
- Mood:
creative
Only, it's a completely different person, in a completely different circumstance.
Even still...it's funny, the parallels I often find in my life.
Uncanny, really.
Sunday I return to Aurora, for a week, to see my friends and blow off some steam. I want to dye my hair some strange color and go streaking. Sounds like a party too me. Much more like a party than tonight will be.
Happy Birthday, America.
Eh, really. I'm not that upset. Just contemplative. Feeling impulsive...summers that involve break ups seem to do that to me. Oh well. Next week will be fun!
Sincerely,
Steph.
PS - I'm trying out for American Idol...tehe!
Deep down inside me, past all of this pettiness we've both been involved in lately. I still remember what made me fall in love with you in the first place, and I know, I know more surely than just about anything, that those qualities still exist inside of you. I know that you are still, somewhere in your heart, the same girl with the infectious laugh and fun, generous personality. I could still find reasons to love you as a friend, too, if I tried.
Only...I'm tired of trying.
And it's time for both of us to move on.
I think I may have hurt you. And for that, I'm sorry. I didn't want to, I only did what I had to to protect myself from being hurt by your indifference. Maybe if you'd shown a little interest, called me once in a while, acted like you actually cared...instead of all this backhanded, ninja-style stealth of checking up on me, and then passive aggressive responses. I'm not saying I'm any better than you, or that I handled this ending any more maturely, but I'm not, for once, taking the blame entirely onto myself, either. We both had our hands in this mess. I just chose to cut and run, instead of hanging on to someone who I truly felt didn't care about me anymore.
I think that shows I've grown. Maybe. Maybe it shows the exact opposite - that I'm like a scared child, who can't deal with relationships that change but don't end. Both seem to fit, honestly.
It hurts me, too, if it makes you feel any better. It hurts me a lot. But I have to do this so I can avoid what I know would shatter me. What has been cracking at my strength and sanity all year, ever since I first sensed that you were about to be a much smaller part of my life. I gave you until the end of the year to prove just how much you still wanted me around. You didn't prove anything, other than what I already knew. I don't like this. But it's what needs to happen.
I love you, though. I always will. And I wish no ill-will on you. Here's the things I didn't say on the phone - you may not have been saying goodbye, but I was trying to. I was trying to, because I knew that things wouldn't change, even after we hung up, and were on good terms again. We both admitted something was off. Neither of us could come up with what, or how to fix it.
I think I'll always cry when I hear Ending Theme, now. It's too fitting.
I'll miss you, Stanzi. You were one of the best friends I've ever had. But it's time we both grew up, and went our separate ways. I'll never, ever forget you. And if, someday, you want to grab a coffee or something, give me a call. Don't be a stranger. I cannot, will not, consider you a best friend anymore, but I never want you to be a stranger. I never want you to be any less than a friend.
Love, always,
Steph.
PS - Thanks for the memories.
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:The Chauffeur by Deftones
Right...?
Cami was the first love of my life, at least in terms of a person. I still remember how hard it was to wrestle with that. How much I wanted her to love me back, even though I knew it could never happen. How much I fooled myself into believing she was flawless, perfect, the greatest person I'd ever met. Obviously, since then, I've been disillusioned. But...I can't help but try and think of her in the light I used to see her in. Because even if it was fake, it was beautiful, and it gave me some hope that there are good, generous people left in the world. I just...she's not the same girl I fell in love with, you know?
I thought I did so well at separating my love for her from our relationship as best friends, but I didn't. It seems that, as soon as she started to change into someone who I couldn't love "that way", I didn't want anything to do with her. I wonder if I'm going to regret it. When I think of her...there's so much bitterness, now. Bitterness, regret, longing. I miss the way she used to be, and the way we used to be. I miss her being that perfect best friend. I miss feeling like she actually wanted to be around me. I'm still afraid to lose that, on some level, though...I'm pretty sure that I've already lost her. I think I really lost her months ago. For once, I'm just taking the steps to ensure that I'm the one making that clean break I'm so fond of. I don't want to be the one left behind, when she goes off to Utah and new experiences and a new life. I want to leave her behind. I guess, then, I won't feel so pathetic.
I guess it doesn't really matter. I saw this coming back in August. I knew I was going to lose her, even before she really changed. I knew our Senior year was going to be our last year as best friends. Maybe it was self-fulfilling prophecy. Maybe it was some sort of strange premonition. Who knows, who cares. It doesn't change the truth - I've lost her as a best friend. I guess I'm just getting sentimental about her because I've made the changes, and I'm not sure how she'll receive them. Maybe she'll be relieved. Maybe she'll be hurt. It won't change the way I feel about how she's been treating me.
But there's still other bones I have to pick with you, you know. There's too many situations popping up in my life, lately. I want some answers.
Trevor.
Yes, him.
I really, really, really like him. Did you know that? I think you did. I'm scared of this. Why? All those letters I wrote to Nick come most readily to mind. I don't want to be that girl again. Ever. I've already slipped up twice and said, "I love you".
Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. BAD! That's so bad, there is really no way to emphasize just how bad it is. I cannot feel that way about him, and screw it up like I did with Nick. Ugh. I don't know if I'm so ready to deal with this one. Fuck me with a spoon, dude.
And also...
My mom. I mean...really. How could you? How could you do this to me? It wasn't easy to distance myself from my father and his drinking, no. It wasn't the hardest thing I've ever done, but it still gave me very little pleasure. And. I. Well. I don't. I don't want to have to do that with my mom. It isn't fair. I mean...really? I...
Fuck.
I know that I'm probably going to lose my dad by the end of the year. I say it to myself every day, now. He's a ticking time bomb. He's constantly sick. He's suicidal. He's just...it's only a question of time. He didn't give up drinking, and now...well. I just know I don't have long with him.
So...fuck you. Fuck you for making me deal with that, and then, on top of it, trying to present this unbelievably unnecessary bullshit with my mom to me. I'm already losing one parent to alcoholism. And I had to severely damage our relationship in order to feel better about it. I...I won't do that with my mom. I don't care how bad it gets. It's going to kill me if I can't help her, but...I've got to try. She's my mom. This is so much different than it was with my dad. My mom is my rock. And you think...you think I'll just take losing her, on top of losing him, quietly?
I won't. I can't.
Ugh.
It's just too much.
Sincerely,
Me.
PS - No, seriously. Really?
- Location:living room
- Mood:
overwhelmed - Music:Fast Car by Tracy Chapman
But I totally think we need to talk more. D: So IM me sometime, eh? :D
- Location:Meh bedroom.
- Mood:
accomplished - Music:Mindcircus by Way Out West
Mostly because one person reads this. <.<
HIIII ERAAAA! :D How are you? Are you ever on AIM anymore?
And do you still read my Xanga? >.> 'Cause, otherwise, I'd feel weird LJ-stalking you.
And, that's it.
LATER!
For once, I want to think only of myself. Not even an ounce of taking others into consideration. Not even an inch of anyone else in my mind. I need some closure.
I hate my dad. I hate him for not wanting to be alive, and I want him to die. I want him to be dead because of it. I don't want him to be breathing. If that isn't what he wants, if he will really be so selfish as to prevent me from being able to live freely and exist in his space without bursting into tears, then he just deserves to die.
I want to go home. My real home. With my mom. I haven't wanted to move in here with more than I do now. I haven't wanted to be as far away as possible from my dad more than I do now. I'm sick of home. I'm sick of feeling dead. I'm sick of bad week after bad week, and just surviving, and just moving. I'm sick of having to keep a solid head on my shoulders and a mindset of the future when everyone else is so stuck in the past.
To be honest, I'm already sick of everyone. Yes, you. It's not your fault. It's not your problem. But I'm sick of you. Because I can't be happy. It's not your fault. It's not your problem. You can't DO anything to fix it, SAY anything to make it go away. Because the problem is in me - in my inability to be happy, to smile in the face of tragedy, to laugh when I feel like screaming.
I am jealous of you. All of you. Because you can cope, because you can exist. Because you still find and a reason or two to smile, because your defenses aren't quite yet paper thin. I am envious of the way that another day passes, and you can just look to the future or find your solace in the past. I'm jealous of how easy breathing is for you, of how your thoughts aren't (so far as I know) interrupted with images of bloody wrists and chests. Your own blood on your hands, dying in your room, no one cares enough to check, even though you've told them, "Suicide seems best."
Take it seriously? I don't know. Probably. But maybe not. Maybe it will pass. Maybe I will stop feeling like it's an effort of spirit to even open my eyes in the morning, to not go to bed earlier, and earlier, and earlier, so sleep can come and I can't think. Never deep enough to dream...dreams are the enemy, they tell me what I really feel, so I can't escape it even when I sleep.
I miss myself. I miss feeling like I'm worth something. I miss believing that Cami actually wants to hang out with me because of who I am, not just because I'm all that's left. I'm sick of feeling so torn, between loving Jullia and wondering if it's still best to just let go. I'm sick of feeling so detached from the people of my past, of simultaneously hating and loving Moony and Chelsea, of feeling like they understand me best and feeling like they don't even know who I am.
I'm sick of being alive.
I'm sick of worrying about everyone, and worrying more when they tell me not to worry, because I know it means that I've worried them, which worries me because I don't want to worry them more because it worries me more, and the cycle spins and spins and just doesn't shut up. I am falling down this hole, but I don't want your help. I don't want you to spare the energy. I don't want you to feel like I'm weak, or like I'm any less than what you already think I am.
I feel like a zombie. Walking and moving without support of my soul. Breathing without wanting to. Crying yet again, over things I can't change, and people who probably don't cry about me nearly so much.
"You can't change people." The suicide hot line woman said, as I tried to stop crying, "You can't make them what you want them to be." Then she suggested seeing a real counselor.
But would they understand this utter emptiness I feel? This lack of support, of oxygen? This overwhelming sense of pain and voidness? I don't know.
I don't care.
I can't cry anymore.
I've become a dead. A zombie. A creature without will or desire. I've become emotionless, blank on the outside, a bloody hurricane on the inside.
I've become everything I'm against.
I hate myself.
I <3 Kitties. No, seriously. See, first, I went to my eldest sister's house a couple times over the break, and got to play with and cuddle her kittie/my former kittie, Lizzie. That is a devil kittie, though. She is quite evil. She'll randomly bite you or scratch you when you're cuddling her. But still! She's KITTIE! And that makes her cute.
And then, and then, my mom's partner's friend, Justine, brought over her animals, including her gigantic black lab/rottweiler mix, Sheba, and her husky mix, who's blind, Brock, and her KITTIE, Solei. Ohmygosh. Sooo cute. She's the type of cat that's basically okay with anytime you want to pick her up, or play with her. So I was doing both all night. She's really fluffy and all black and god I'm in love with that cat. She even curled up next to me when I was trying to sleep, but then Justine had to leave, and took her home. :(
On a sadder note...
I THINK I'M ALLERGIC TO KITTIES!
Because now I've broken out in little red bumps on the backs of my hands and on my face. DX
Either that, or it was the Halloween makeup.
WHICH IS ALMOST EQUALLY SAD!
D:
But life is good.
- Location:officeohowhatasurprise
- Mood:
chipper - Music:Papa Roach - Last Resort
...of hating myself and my body. So unbelievably sick.
This new diet/excercise thing has just opened up a ton of insecurites that I had locked away and it's made me so much more sensitive.
I AM SO SICK OF THIS.
My family doesn't know I was practically anorexic before. So they don't know that saying the wrong thing could shove me off the right path and straight onto the unhealthy one.
So it isn't their fault.
But still...I'm just so sick of it all.
Later.
- Mood:
nauseated
He won't, though. I'm goin' to my mom's house. First time in oh...probably about two weeks, maybe a week. For the first time since I came to live with my dad...I don't really want to go over there. She's been drinking a lot, and...well, it's kinda sucked. I don't even really like calling her anymore, unless Tracie picks up. She's...turning into my dad.
Wow, that sucks to type. But...it'll pass. Life for me, otherwise, couldn't be better. My best friend in the world is back home and we've just been hanging out non-stop. We've gotten to that point where we don't always have to talk, y'know? Where we can just sit there and enjoy the silence. Haha, been watching a LOT of Avatar: The Last Airbender. I don't care what anyone says, it's a really good show! We've gotten a wee bit...obsessed with it. <.< But it's all good. When she gets her computer back, we might start an RP based off the show, teehee. We'd have to lay down a ton of rules, though, like only a few good firebenders, and only one airbender, that being the main character...
I'm a nerd. >.< But that's okay!
I'm also really looking forward to going back to school, too. And there's an improv show coming up in about two weeks...that should be fun, just about everyone I know is going to be there...and a few other people besides...
So...life's really very good for me. :)
I'm excited for the future...but I'm pretty happy in the present, too.
I just hope it lasts...I'll appreciate it as long as it does, though.
LATER!
- Mood:
dorky
Why here? 'Cause if I post it to my Xanga or my Myspace, Jullia might, unfortunately, think that I'm bragging about the fact that Cami and I are allowed to talk to each other. What a downer way to start what's supposed to be a happy post...huh.
ANYWAY....
I am so super excited (again) for the new school year! I was kinda dreading it once more, because things seemed stuck in such a limbo, but now, I'm excited again! Whee!
I went and played tennis, in the rain, at nine o' clock with Cami, Phil, and Erica. It was so much fun! We got really soaked, and my shoes were absolutely full of water, but it was well worth it. Now I'm considering trying out for tennis with Cami, teehee. Of course, the improv troupe has to come first, because I already committed to them and would take them over tennis anyway, but still! If I can manage it, I really would like to join. Tennis is actually pretty fun, good workout, and it feels good when you actually hit the ball, heehee.
So now, I've got Spontaneous Combustion, Peer Counseling, and hopefully tennis. It looks like I'm going to be too busy to be depressed. :) I know that last year, when I was in the Murder Mystery, I was so unbelievably busy that I didn't have time to think about all the things that were bugging me. So I was happy most of the time. XD
There's also just the fact that Cami is back. I missed her so much, it really did hurt. So now that we're hanging out pretty much every day, things have really improved. I just feel...I don't know, happier. Her mom said that if I'm bored, and Cami's bored, we can go and hang out at her house, so long as we help clean up. So I'll be trying to spend as much time as possible over there. And Monica, Cami's cousin, will be coming from MN to stay for a little while, which'll be fun. She, Cami and I might go to the Mystic Wok (this really good Chinese place in CO) next Wednesday. It sounds like fun, and the Mystic Wok has such good food...
Things are looking up. I'm actually excited for the rest of the summer, instead of depressed and dreading it. And I'm actually a little excited to see my dad tomorrow. I haven't seen him in like, two weeks. So...I'm really glad that he's coming home. For once. And my sister, Ashley, will hopefully be living all right with her friend Kim at their place. And...my mom had a job interview today. Lee's got her engagement party on the 18th of August. CRAP. Wait, I just realized that's when Moony's birthday is. o.o Uhh...
That's not good.
Well, minor bump, I'll figure it out.
Yeah, well...I'm still very excited for the future. Busy-ness is good. Having things to do...
It's nice. :D
LATER!
- Location:the OFFICE
- Mood:
happy - Music:Rihana - Unfaithful
These days I go from being bone-crushingly depressed, to giddy and happy, to exhaustingly bored, to bitchy and irritated, and right back to bone-crushingly bored.
I hate summer. This I have decided. I hate the limbo it creates, all the waiting...I just hate it. Given that this is my second to last summer as a high school student, it takes a little getting used to. Summer used to be the glory days. Now it just feels so...uneventful.
Not to mention...I really, really, really miss Cami. So much, it hurts. Which sucks, because my happiness shouldn't depend on her being around. Not even remotely. But...I feel like there's this hole in my chest, whenever I think about how many days until she comes back (just six, now.) And I really just miss her.
Bleeeeeh.
Going through the writing phases, too. I'm very excited about this new story...it's been the first one that's taken off like this since Omniscience. But if I want it to go in the direction I'm prodding it in, it's going to take some planning. So it's sitting untouched on my hard drive now, while I gather up the motivation to crack open an old notebook upstairs and jot down the basic plot. PLANNING EATS MY CREATIVITY. But I'm gonna have to get over that. This new one is looking too complicated to keep it all in my head...
Crick in my neck...PAINFUL.
I had some fun with the girlie scouts last night and yesterday. Some crazy, wild fun I haven't had in awhile. Better to go out than feel like a fat useless slob, I always say! *triumphant fist in air* My parents...sometimes they really just don't know that some topics should be taboo. Like my dad today, said, "You're not shy about food." Is that a bad thing? Not necessarily. Is that a bad thing to bring up to your daughter who feels fat as it is and once tried to starve herself? Well, yes, that is a bad thing. Duh. And then my stepmom said, in reference to my sister not coming home, "She's treating you unfairly by keeping you up all night worried. You don't go out much [me: ouch] and you've got a big day today!" Insert me feeling like unruly toddler that needs a nap...here. Irrational, slightly. I dunno, maybe I'm just PMSing or something. Being sensitive, etc, etc, yadda yadda bleah.
I'm just really sick of summer. July 21st should be a good day, even if I don't get to see Cami. She'll be back in the same state, and the Harry Potter book'll be out! *wiggles*
Why did I stick this here? Certainly not to get a rise out of you, Era, or burden you with my issues. It's just...too many people have access to my myspace anymore, Jullia reads Xanga and, no offense to her, I just can't stand her preachy "look at how much more my life sucks" bullshit at the moment.
Ya don't need to comment or anything. :) Just need to rant in a place that few know about.
- Location:Office
- Mood:
exhausted - Music:Evanescence - Thoughtless
I don' t have quite the headworlds that Phim does. (Maybe I should just say -you-. 'Cause you're the only one that knows about this place, heh!) Buuuut...I saw this on her/your profile and it's Saturday night, and I'm bored, so I'm gonna do eet.
(I sure hope I can use characters from different stories...I dunno if I have enough combined. <.<)
Rules
1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions
Characters Chosen:
I. Kara from Omniscience
II. Sylvester Gordon (of course!)
III Darryl from Omniscience
IV Tia from Omniscience
V Lyle! From same! Hey, I did have enough!
How Old Are You?
Kara: 15, but I'll be 16 next May. If I make it that far.
Gordon: 34. Or so I say. (Okay, fine, 39.)
Darryl: 'Bout 25, I think.
Tia: 15. I'm two months younger than Kara.
Lyle: 15.
Height?
Kara: Last time I went to the doctor they said I was 5'6".
Gordon: Eh...5'10" or so.
Darryl: *grunts* 5'9".
Tia: Ha! 5'7"!
Lyle: Uhhh...I think I'm 5'6"...
You Got Any Bad Habits?
Kara: Omniscience isn't a habit. It's a downright addiction. I can see that now...wish I could've before.
Gordon: Eh, drink too much sometimes. And I've always gotta make lists to keep my head straight. You would too with a job like mine, sugar.
Darryl: Listening to Gordon. He doesn't pay me enough.
Tia: Sometimes I think I care too much...and I definitely slept way too much after Kara disappeared. And taking Omniscience with her was probably a bad idea. Oh, and I'm too hard on myself. Ha!
Lyle: *shrugs* Not really. Uh, sometimes I guess I try to impress people too much. But...I don't know if that's actually a habit...
You a virgin?
Kara: Yep.
Gordon: With dashing good looks like these? Ya gotta be kiddin' me, sweetheart!
Darryl: Mm, no.
Tia: ...no.
Lyle: Uh, uh...uhm...yes.
Who's your Mate?
Kara: I don't have a boyfriend. I don't really want one.
Gordon: Psh, like I got time for a girl? I'm too busy keeping drugged up maniacs from swindlin' kids into that crazy cult, thanks.
Darryl: Used to. 'Fore I started working for Gordon.
Tia: Nah.
Lyle: Well, no. But...I like this girl...
Have Any Kids?
Kara: Um, whoa, fifteen-year-old virgin, here!
Gordon: Yeah, back with my ex-wife. Don't see 'em much. Two boys. Both about...eh...seven or eight.
Darryl: No.
Tia: Not yet, but I want some someday.
Lyle: No!
Favourite Food?
Kara: Mmm...Dad's french toast.
Gordon: Whatever's easiest. Pre-packaged ramen noodles are nice.
Darryl: Whatever.
Tia: I looooove french fries. And hamburgers...and pizza...and funnel cakes...and ice cream...and...
Lyle: I like Italian stuff. And some Mexican.
Favourite Ice Cream flavour?
Kara: Mm...chocolate-chip mint. To die for! Well, not really...
Gordon: Coffee ice cream's pretty good once in awhile. Don't really got time for ice cream, sugar.
Darryl: Strawberry, I guess.
Tia: Hmmm...chocolate, probably. Or, no, wait! Chocolate chip cookie dough...yeah...
Lyle: I dunno. Rocky road, I guess.
Killed anyone?
Kara: Wh-what? No!
Gordon: Those filthy, drugged up rats don't count, sorry.
Darryl: Not yet. But I will when the time comes. If Blondie up there doesn't lost her friends...
Tia: Uh, no!
Lyle: Of course not! I'm only fifteen!
Hate anyone?
Kara: ...even now...no. Even after everything that Marco did to me...I still can't...hate him. Is that bad?
Gordon: Bloody rats. And whoever they're follower is. 'Course, without them it'd be back to pushing drugs. Hahaha! Just kidding, sugar. But really, you shoulda seen the look on your face.
Darryl: Heh. Might surprise you.
Tia: Ugh, my mom can be so annoying sometimes! And well, Marco. For throwing that stupid party in the first place. Ugh. Dick.
Lyle: No. I couldn't hate anyone.
Any Secrets?
Kara: Ha, I wish. But they are no secrets between Tia and I. I guess that's a good thing.
Gordon: Meh. Just the giant protection business I'm hidin' from the cops. Nothin' big.
Darryl: So much more than I could ever say.
Tia: One really big one. I can't tell you. It's too embarrassing!
Lyle: D'oh. Yeah. I do. But I can't say it. She might hear me! She's right there.
Love Anyone?
Kara: Oh, lots of people! My mom, dad...Mitch...Tia...even Gordon, a little bit!
Gordon: Eheh, no offense sugar...but I haven't loved anyone since my ex-wife.
Darryl: Yeah. I guess.
Tia: Duh! Kara, my dad...other people.
Lyle: I think so...I mean, besides family and stuff. I think I do...
Ever slept in All day?
Kara: I used to at home. But these days, I don't sleep much at all.
Gordon: Whew, would that be nice!
Darryl: No.
Tia: Yeah...especially after Kara left. All I did was sleep.
Lyle: No...I'm always up pretty early, studying and stuff.
Favourite Show?
Kara: I loved Laguna Beach, and Degrassi, and Charmed back at home.
Gordon: I watch CSI when I can. Mostly for laughs.
Darryl: Don't watch TV.
Tia: I remember how Kara and I would watch Degrassi together...and Laguna Beach! I miss her.
Lyle: I like The History Channel a lot. And anything to do with astronomy, or the weather...
Favourite Movie?
Kara: Bring It On. So classic!
Gordon: Eh, I don't really like movies.
Darryl: I liked A Beautiful Mind.
Tia: Oooh, definitely The Notebook!
Lyle: Uhm...uh...erm...well...Star Wars...
Favorite Band?
Kara: Well, whatever's on the radio, really. I've...been avoiding the radio, though. Ever since I heard my own Amber Alert...
Gordon: I loved Sublime, back in the day.
Darryl: I don't like music.
Tia: Bands? Like...rock and stuff? I'm kinda over that phase. More into hip hop, these days. Ever since that stupid party...
Lyle: I like Maroon 5...The Fray...
Eye Colour/s?
Kara: Green. I'm told they look like emeralds. *smiles*
Gordon: Brown. Pretty much black.
Darryl: Brown.
Tia: Brown. I'm Latina, so...
Lyle: They're light brown. No one really notices them, though.
Skin?
Kara: I'm really pale. I never tan.
Gordon: I'm lightly tanned.
Darryl: I'm darker than him.
Tia: I'm darker than all of ya'll!
Lyle: Pale...but I'm really freckly.
Shoe Size?
Kara: About eight in women's.
Gordon: Er...huh. Been awhile since I had to buy shoes, sugar. I think ten...
Darryl: Nine.
Tia: Kara and I used to trade shoes all the time...I'm eight.
Lyle: Erm...eight or nine in men's...
Fat/Average/Slim?
Kara: I'm pretty average.
Gordon: *kisses arm muscles* You tell me.
Darryl: Who gives a shit?
Tia: I'm slim.
Lyle: I'm average...I guess. Don't really think about it...
Rain, sunshine?
Kara: Sunshine. Please, sunshine. I've had too much rain.
Gordon: Doesn't matter to me.
Darryl: Again...who gives a shit? You ask some stupid questions, you know that?
Tia: I like rain...
Lyle: Both...a nice, rainy, sunny afternoon...
Pool, Beach?
Kara: Oooh...neither. The sun doesn't treat my skin very well.
Gordon: I don't mind the beach. Pools can be a bit obnoxious, though.
Darryl: I, uh, can't swim. Gonna say something about it?
Tia: The beach! Definitely. Sun, sand, surf. What more could a girl want?
Lyle: The beach. That is, after all, when I started talking to her...
Camping, staying home.
Kara: ...I want to go home...so badly.
Gordon: Depends entirely on necessity, sugar.
Darryl: I don't mind camping, I guess. I don't got much of a home to speak of, though.
Tia: Uhm...well, I don't go my farther than my backyard when I camp...so home.
Lyle: Camping. You can see the stars so well.
Dog, Cat?
Kara: My parents don't like animals.
Gordon: I've had a few good dogs in my day. Gave my kid one...
Darryl: Cats. Less care.
Tia: Oooh, cats! I love my cat.
Lyle: I like dogs...they're really faithful.
Believe in aliens?
Kara: After this summer, I'll believe in anything.
Gordon: Yeah, sure. Why not?
Darryl: Anything's possible.
Tia: Not really. Well...maybe.
Lyle: Of course! That's half the reason I'm so fascinated with space!
Last Time You went Potty?
Kara: Uhm...what?
Gordon: Uh...I don't swing that way, sugar.
Darryl: *punches*
Tia: Oh, only like five minutes ago.
Lyle: Oh my.
Natural Born, or Clone?
Kara: Uhm...they don't clone humans right now.
Gordon: What she said.
Darryl: ...
Tia: What kinda question is THAT? Weirdo.
Lyle: Well, natural...
Teeth?
Kara: They're pretty nice and white and straight. Gotta keep my smile pretty! Well...I used to have to.
Gordon: Meh. Little stained.
Darryl: Who the fuck cares?
Tia: Ooh, mine are a little crooked. Papi can't afford braces. But I try to keep them white!
Lyle: I brush them. That's pretty much it...
Car or Ship?
Kara: Well...one goes on land..the other goes on the sea. I've never been on a ship. I'll go in a car as long as Darryl isn't driving.
Gordon: A car.
Darryl: You're really starting to piss me off.
Tia: I've only got my permit...but I like cars!
Lyle: Uhm, well. Cars. I guess.
Ever destroyed something out of blind rage?
Kara: Well...yes and no. I was blindly enraged after I cut off my bangs...
Gordon: Heh. This mirror of my ex-wife's. I'd rather not talk about it.
Darryl: No. Not yet.
Tia: I just about broke my arm when my mom grounded me last...accidentally slammed it in the car door.
Lyle: No...I don't really get mad. Except when it comes to my brother.
Any Unusual Things about you?
Kara: Well...I used to be in this cult...
Gordon: I protect people. And have about three hundred notebooks, full of names, addresses, and dates.
Darryl: I don't yammer on like an idiot.
Tia: Um...not really. I'm a pretty normal teenage girl.
Lyle: No. Nothing spectacular...
How much food/drink do you need a day?
Kara: Whatever I cook, anymore. So about two meals a day, sometimes one, depending on what time Darryl gets home.
Gordon: I eat when I have time, sugar. So...maybe once every two days. I try to eat every day, but...well, it gets kinda hard, when you're chasing around frightened teenagers.
Darryl: Whatever the girl cooks.
Tia: Well...it depends. Before Kara left, I ate pretty much like a teenager. After Kara left...like, right after...I ate less and less. I'm trying to eat more these days, but finding Kara is taking a lot of time.
Lyle: Well, it depends on what I'm doing.
Favourite Place?
Kara: Home...
Gordon: My kitchen. I don't cook, but...it's a nice place to just sit and relax.
Darryl: Don't have one.
Tia: Kara's house. Or that's what it used to be.
Lyle: My room.
Phew! That ate up nearly an hour! Kinda refreshing...I don't often let my characters take the wheel and talk. Tia and Kara are much more bimbo-ish than I originally thought...especially Tia. <.<
- Location:office
- Mood:
bored - Music:Uh, whoa. Where'd it go?
Like, I'm kinda...mixed. I think I've been alone in the house too long today, eheheheheeh. But it's not just that. Y'know, Jullia's moving at the end of this month, Cami's leaving for Oregon on the 24th, Chelsea might get shipped off to her grandparents, and Karol might already be gone.
:( That leaves me with the Moony. And I love Moony. But she's not the most social person in the world.
Siiigh! Whee!
Both, yes.
Well, there's always Terin. That neighbor kid of mine. And oh, yeah! I have a boyfriend, uhduh. I keep forgetting that. <.< That's not good either, 'cause I was wandering around the mall on Friday with Cami and we passed by this really hot Italian guy and I bought a nail kit from him JUST because he was hot and he made me blush. Cami would not stop giving me shit about it. -.-
Hm, what else, what else, what else. Oh, well I've been having trouble with too much creativity and no where to put it lately. Stories just aren't working. My brain doesn't like them. :( I hate it when that happens.
Yeah...so life's been interesting. I suppose. Though I am rather bored. o.o
See ya!
- Location:Office!
- Mood: bored
- Music:Ohio by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young
This is my third LJ account, can you believe it!? Yeees.
Well, this place will probably not be used very often. Just so ya know. Except to post random things like this!
I want Nintendogs DS. Jullia let me play it today. It's so adorable! >.< SOO adorable, I pretty much could barely stand it! Not a game I could play in public...I would get looks for cooing unexpectedly.
Yes. Yes.
Well...okay then! BYE!
- Location:Homeofficeplace.
- Mood: drained
- Music:Evanescence - All That I'm Living For
