Post by diane julianna jean on Nov 4, 2008 20:07:21 GMT -5
Diane Julianna Dean
is a junior
from Vansworth Academy
LOOK DOWN YOUR STREET FOR ME .
[/color][/font][/center]been roleplaying for 2 and I found this lovely site
through advertisement. you can contact me on pm as
well as email. I'm also
in charge of no one else.
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I'M ALONE BUT I'M NOT LONELY .
[/color][/font] [/center]most of my friends call me Dee. I was born on the
November 15th and I'm 21 years old. I have beautiful brown hair
hair and crystal blue eyes, and everyone seems too notice my curvy body.
people say that I look a lot like Megan Fox.
my ancestors come from London. maybe that's
where I get my looks! I'm pretty sure that straight is the thing for me[/size]
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MAYBE IT'S THIS THING IN MY CHEST .
[/color][/font] [/center]some of my favourite things are: singing, dancing, taking the lead, having fun, shopping, gossip, making out, sex, boys, parties, sunny weather, ipods, colourful nail polish, colors in general, her dog, animals in general, music, trying on clothes, being a bitchy person, having fun, being boss, being considered high on the social ladder, cameras, photography, fashion shoots, fashion in general, computers, wordless comic books,karate, archery and kickboxing[/color][/font][/blockquote]
but I tend to hate: having no fun, chores, bad clothes, not being leader, getting her heart broken, seeing herself in pain, seeing her family in pain, having to do homework, high school in general, stupid fights, getting yelled at, trying to be out bitched by anyone, bad photographs, bad designers, people who think there better, not getting what she wants,
I think I'm pretty cool, seeing as: intelligent, funny, beautiful, seductive . some people say I'm:
selfish, mean, manipulative, bitchy.
you know I have this terrible habit of i twirl my hair, bite my lip, and run my hands through my hair
when I'm in that mood I like romantic movies, flowers, chocolate. and just so
you know, bad breath, bad moves, pigheadedness totally kill the mood!
I don't like to tell people that spiders, death, heavy metal gothic music scare the living
nuts out of me. but you know i have plans, one day I'll become a actress or singer, have a family, get a decent boyfriend, fall in love
if I, or someone else, was asked to describe myself
I guess it would go something like this:
YOU DON'T MAKE IT EASY BABE .
[/color][/font] [/center]I was born to Sophia Marie and Andew[/color][/font][/blockquote]
in Sydney, Australia. it was okay, because my mother was a
teacher and my dad was a professor. as for siblings, I've
got 0 of them, and here's a little bit about them:and if my life were an autobiography on the new york best seller's list,
then my book would probably go something like this:
I FEEL I'M OWED SOME JOY .
[/color][/font] [/center]I want to be adelta xi omega. and just so[/b][/font][/color][/size]
you know, I did read the rules, and I can prove it by saying
living the life. as for a sample of what I can offer, well,
here you go:
[this is an average post of what i do, if i start a thread!]
i'm sitting in a room,
made up of only big white walls
and in the halls there are people looking through the
little window and they know exactly what we're here for
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[/color] insley Emerlyn was in her Ward Room, her ipod music on blast and she drowned out the sounds of the outside world. She really hated being stuck in this place. The walls were a pale white color which basically said "kill yourself now". But, unfortunately, Ainsley Emerlyn couldn't actually commit the crime because she was locked up in the asylum and was being watched. She hadn't earned herself a title yet, but planned on it soon. The multi-colored haired girl scowled at the word. Asylum. It was so ugly sounded. It could make any normal teenager in the world shuddered and recoil in terror. But not Ainsley, Ainsley would probably be the last person to shudder. Most teenagers don't experience the funny sensation of even seeing an asylum. Nope, most just hear about them on some stupid TV show or something. But, there are the rare nutters who tends to actually live in an asylum.
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A[/size][/color] insley was one of those nutters, as they all were. You had your murders, rapers, bipolar creeps, and many many more disorders which people can't even pronounce let alone know the meaning of. Ainsley rolled her eyes and swung her pale, white long legs over her bed and slide them into her black sneakers. She walked over to the door and curled her long skinny fingers over the metal frame, yanking it open and began to walk out of her 'dorm' and into the hallway. Ainsley dug her hands into her jean pockets and a lines creased her forehead. Where would she go? She didn't have any friends, seeing as she was anti-social and most people couldn't deal with her angry tendencies and she wasn't allowed to leave the facility. "Dammit" she mumbled under her breath and ran a hand through her hair. She didn't have her cigarettes or any drugs for that matter. She couldn't take a load off and smoke up a joint or something, all because of the stupid asylum.
A[/size][/color] insley growled under her breath, yes a growl, as in a sound a lioness would make when its about to attack its prey, and made her way over to the library. What was she doing? Any sane person would ask his or her self, but the truth was Ainsley didn't even know what she was going. She was dyslexic and every word she read, was read back words. But none the less, Ainsley didn't let her fault stop her from entering the library and charging in with a glare in her eye. But the seventeen year old slowed down as the actual bookshelves came into sight. She eyed the books and began to trail her fingers along the rows of books, the activity was pointless yet she always felt like she had to prove herself right.
Always wanting to make sure she could be the best she could be, which was usually a waste of time
S[/size][/color] coffing under her breath, Ainsley drew up a random book with the title (in her mind) "“cinap eripmav nodonl ehe”, which was to any sane person would read "The London Vampire Panic". Ainsley half jogged to a table away from the librarian, her black shoes making squeaky noises, and pulled the chair out (with alittle too much force) and sat down. Ainsley set the book on the table and glared down at the book. "Okay, calm" she hummed to herself and opened the first page of the book. But all her mind processed was: "taekhrea kashrt ak aajof a"
A[/size][/color] insley groaned and an angry noise erupted from the back of her throat. She tried again, but failed. The next thing she knew, angry tears were flooding her face and falling onto the book, leaving tear stains. "f**kkk!" she yelled and made the word long. The next thing Ainsley did, was something she could not control, it just came naturally to her. She through the book with as much force as possible into the nearest wall and then returned to the bookshelf, tear streaming down her face like an over flowing river. Ainsley grabbed as many book as her fragile figure could hold and one by one, flung them across the area she covered. It was empty, so she couldn't get in trouble. So, Ainsley continued throwing as many books as she can, until one whole row was empty and books were scattered across the floor, some pages hanging out. She smirked at her accomplishment, because in her eyes, causing trouble, was an accomplishment.
STATUS complete
NOTES for my first post on this site, i feel good ^_^
WORDS 752
APPEARANCE the hair =D
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