Post by maxinekeene on Mar 3, 2009 12:28:24 GMT -5
* MAXINE LYN KEENE ,
wasting away (s e v e n t e e n) summers in the sun.
when the lights go off, watch the way i take the stage by storm.
(m a x i ), i see my name in the lights.
if only i had the heart for you.
* MAKE I T COUNT ,
I'm really not the perfect person to ask to describe myself, but I guess who knows your own body and looks better then yourself? I won't lie, my blonde hair, just past the shoulder length, isn't my own. Infact my natural hair color is a few shades darker, I just dye my hair this blonde since my natural hair color just bores the heck out of me. I don't just leave my hair as one color, or even one style for very long. I love to mix and match colors on my head as much as possible.
I'm only 5'1", I'm very small and petite. My clothing style is never the same from day to day. I could be all decked out in comfy clothes one day, then out in something bright and wild the next. My eyes are a very simple brown, and mostly hidden with black eyeliner and bright eyeshadow. People say I have a pixie type face, but how could they say that when my nose always looks like it's flared out? Not saying it's a bad thing. Just sitting here complaining is all.J U N I O R
When I want to get something done, or prove to someone that I can do something, nothing can really get in my way. I hate letting people have the satisfaction of being able to say, 'told ya so'. It really makes me mad. I push myself very hard to get the grades, and the things I have today. I always put school and my future first. You have to work hard to get anywhere with any type of respect around here and boy do I know that one. I used to slack off, but once I realized life won't just hand things to me, and started to fight, fight, fight! I may be small, but don't underestimate me.
I can be a bit shy at times, I really hate meeting new people. I'm so used to people already stereotyping me when they first see me, that I don't even want to get to know them. I guess it all goes both ways, I judge a book by it's cover just like they judge me. I think I'm most shy when it comes to guys though. It's something about their little smirks on their faces that make me melt. I can't help but watch the girls with boyfriends and wonder when it's gonna be my chance. But those girls with boyfriends are outgoing, something I'm not really.
With all the studying I do, I know how to let loose. I love to go out and have a good time. Even though I'm shy, when I get around my friends it seems to go all out the window. When I do get to know people, I tend to show them more of myself. I show them that I'm not just a nerd, or someone who seems stuck up, or even drugged up. I try and crack a joke or two, and I even try and put on a little show for a sad friend. If my friends need my help, you best believe I'll be there to hold their hair back, or be that shoulder for them to cry on.
When I'm in an angry mood, you're probably not gonna be able to talk to me without me trying to throw you out of a moving car or something. I really take my bad moods to the extreme. It's probably not the best way to deal with things, but I manage. If I'm sad, though, I don't like to talk to anyone about anything. I'll let it bottle up until I break myself down. I can literally talk myself crazy. Let's talk about something more happy, like ME, on most days. I always look upset, but that's just my normal expression. I'm actually a pretty happy person most of the time. To get me mad or sad it takes a lot, which no one really tries too hard at.STRAIGHT
The Loves:
I have a lot of intrests, actually. I love to ride my bike, it's a great way to relax and keep in shape at the same time. Maybe this is hard to believe, but I actually really enjoy break dancing. It's weird to see little me get on the floor and do a pike, or even a windmill. It took a lot of practice, but I love what I can do and I'm really proud of how much I really can do. Breaking's not as easy as it looks, it takes a lot of upper body strength most people don't think I have. And, like every other girl these days, I like to play with hair. Dying it, cutting it, or even simply styling it. I think it'd be amazing to own my own shop one day, but hey, who knows? Have I mentioned boys at all yet? Well, as shy as I am...I really love looking at them, you could even say it's one of my greatest hobbies.
The Hates.
It's funny how people compared me to my older sister all the time. I think it was because we're so different. I really don't like it when people try and compare me to her, or anyone really. It makes me feel like they are limiting me, and i really hate that feeling. Also I really don't like it when people cough or sneeze without covering themselves, HELLO! Your germ are getting aaall over my breathing area...and who said I wanted to get sick? I don't like it when people ask me to go out and party with them, and then exspect me to pay for everything. I don't have the money to be spending all around on you! Oh, and I hate little tiny yapper dogs. Ick, they make me wanna kick them.
* GAMBLE W I T H DESIRE ,
It's funny, I really can't tell you what I was like as a baby, or remember much of my past, by choice, but I'll do my best. I was actually born in Ireland. Surprise to a lot of people, acutally, since my accent doesn't show much, only with certain words. I lived there for about most of my childhood with my mom and dad. We had our own house with a big backyard, which actually when I think about it wasn't that big, it was just because I was so small. It was a small town, only about 900 people. Our next door neighbor was basically ontop of us, but boy were they pretty houses. Everytime I visit my old town it just seems to get dirtier now, it's kinda sad, I don't like going there much anymore.
When I was about seven years old, I had to move. My dad got a job, here, in Lillyton, Maine. I hated the fact that I had to go. And the fact that I had to leave all of my friends. It was a big change for me. Ontop of moving, my mom and dad were keeping a huge secret from me too. I really didn't know what was happening until we finally went on the plane and moved offically. From one small town to another, and I hated every minute of it. I became a real angry little kid. When I think back about it, it was kinda silly how I would act, but I think it was a pretty normal reaction to hate, but that's just me. The house we moved into was a lot bigger then our old one. I spent most of the first few weeks exploring it and all the rooms. I picked my room out first out of everyone. It had a pretty bay window that overlooked the backyard. It was painted a pale blue, with bright white trimming. I just fell inlove with it.
Now, here's where that secret comes in. I had an older sister? I know, shocking to me too. I found out a year after we moved to the states, making me eight. Eight years old, eight years of being an only child...and now to find out I have a twelve year old sister? Juuust great. I never knew, but my dad was married and had a kid before my mom and him got together. Hm, didn't take him too long to get over his other family. I felt so betrayed. And now this girl had to live with us, with ME, in our new home. They wanted us to share a room, but noo way was I having that. I threw a fit until I got my way. I was not having that. I spent a lot of time alone in my room, just playing with my toys by myself, I'd take my food up to my room. I had a rough time getting used to so much change. I had a small TV in my room where we had this weird hip-hop dancing channel. I started to practice break dancing, it was really funny at first, I have home videos of me trying to do little babies, it's great to get popcorn and watch them every once and a while.
I was home schooled up until my seventh grade year. Public schools scared me at first, and I didn't really hang out with a great group of friends. I got into drugs real fast. My dad was disappointed, I can't blame him. I used to be such an innocent child, and now look what I've gone through. I smoked pot everyday, went to parties and drank a lot. I had a reputation within the high school and I didn't even go there yet. I'd either be called the fun girl, the easy girl, or Tiffany's, the step sister's, little sister. I'd always get compared to her. It made me lash out more. I hated it so much. I just don't like her, even now. I can't stand how perfect she seems to be.
Once I got into high school, it was hell. I got into worse things, I tried coke a few times, and acid. Freshman year was my worst year yet. I was out of control and everyone knew it. I'd get people trying to help me and drag me down at the same time. Around the middle of sophmore year I slowed down. I refused to hang out with anyone I used to. I just had a change in my attitude. I was failing a lot of classes, I was going down hill. I was such a failure at life, and I knew it. So I had to change. I did it mainly for myself. I felt so terrible with how I treated everyone around me too, I knew I was a bad person. I went straight-edge from then on. I haven't touched a single drop of alcohol to my tounge since, and I haven't smoked a single bowl since. Most people around here still call me a druggie, and still think I do all that stuff, but I really don't. I'm not who I was back then. I kinda hate the old me. If I could go back in time...I'd change it all up.MIDDLE CLASS
* TENSION L I K E FIRE ,
Darren McdadeListening to all the noises going on around him, Darren really couldn't concentrate at all. Normally he would be able to go to a library and get so much done, but today was just one of the days where everyone had something new to talk about except for him. Not like he'd really have anyone to talk to. He didn't know a single person, he kinda liked to keep it that way. Normally when Darren's doing school work he'd prefer to do it without anyone in his ear talk about their day. He just could never get anything done. And if it did get done it wasn't his best.
Putting his skull-candy DJ headphone, which made his head look even bigger then it already is, he flipped his ipod out and put it right to shuffle. Say Anything's The Last Great Punk Rock Song came on. Darren bobbed his head to the beat, tapping his pencil against his leg so he wouldn't disturb anyone. As if they were really working. He tried to concentrate on the questions being answered from his book, his with all the moving he couldn't help but look up a little too much. Everytime he'd look up he's find someone to watch.
Creepy, slightly, but Darren was a people watcher. He loves to watch people and just see how they move. It's actually pretty fun to just sit and stare at someone in a natural state instead of it being forced. A smirk played on his face as he watched a girl talking to one of her friends. Her body language told the whole story, she was probably upset about something. Probably a boy, she kept rolling her eyes and over doing all her facial expressions. Darren looked back down at his book, he was starting to feel like an even biggere creep once the girl saw him staring. And he could only imagine how it much have scared her. Maybe he'd start studying and doing his work back in his room or something.
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Vanek, Jac
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