Post by garret on Aug 11, 2010 14:33:05 GMT -5
so, you want to know more about me? all righty, well. for starters, my name's garret lee dublin, but you can just call me Gar. i know, great name. oh, so i'm twenty-one years old; yeah, my birthday's on July 14th , so i expect a ton of presents, hear me? good. well i'll clear this up now for you guys; i'm just a local; oh, and i'm a pretty fucking awesome dude. originally i'm from Ireland; i know, it's just a really awesome place. i get asked this a lot, so imma clear it up; i am straight . oh, and all right, so for some reason people compare me a lot to Alex Gaskarth, but psh, we know that i'm better looking, right?
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voicemails
“Hey hey. Too bad I cant get to my phone right now, I’m sure you were excited about talking to me. Too fucking bad! You know what to do.”
Kelley i'm not avoiding you. you know that thing called work? the thing you just got because of noah? yeah doing that. ha. and really, a demand. i don't know man. uuh. maybe. i mean dayna is spending the weekend with charlotte... so maybe i guess i can come out with you? if it gets you to shut the fuck up then. future girlfriend, huh? what the hell are you smoking, hah. but yeah, tell me when i see you. oh, and dayna's been wanting you to come over more often. she misses her uncle garret, apparently. i don't know why, since i don't even miss you that much, hah. kidding, kidding. i'll talk to you later mate.
Noah"DOUCHEBAG! hey man. hows it going? Actually, I don't care. You need to seriously give me my wallet back. And stop finding where i hide it all the time. I need to buy a new car, heh. Anyway, you'll never guess what! I decided since cars don't like me, I'm gonna try a motorbike! It's gonna be fucking awesome dude. Oh, I've been asked to tell you to get to work like half an hour earlier for the meeting tomorrow... but I really wouldn't bother? All it is is for pleasantries... actually... don't bother coming in if you don't want. It'll be pointless. They speak french half of the time anyway. Uhm. Oh yeah, tomorrow night is party night. Brand new club and I think we need to make our mark on it. Huge new booth has been given to me for it also so if you actually manage to get your girl... ha, yeah right... you should bring her along. Its gonna be a fucking party, dude. Anyway, I've gotta piss off. You work too fast and your fucking sheets are towering on my desk. Bye fucker! Call me!"
Random friend ““fuck you, asshole. get up, all right? i can't fucking sleep anymore and everyone else is passed out. so you and i are going out, all right? i don't fucking care if you already have plans with one of the sissy ass guys you call friends, all right? Grab the goods and lets go.”
Thoughts on Dublin
Grace Jones::garret.... dublin. oh dear, him. i have never met such an egotistical being like him. and that's comparing him to noah. he's been to work.... so many times. i think four or five times in the past week? i'm wondering if he knows what the word no means, seeing as he's asked me out for drinks every single time he's been here, and i've said no. every time. i'm sure he doesn't... actually i'm sure there's a lot he doesn't know.. i might be judging, but from what i've seen, he's conceited... he's... a player, cocky... ugh. he's frustratingly stubborn. he doesn't give up. i'll admit... he's sort of cute. sort of. that's all your getting out me look wise though. he does have a sense of humor though... and he has really cheesy pick up lines that he really does need to work on, just saying that. i really don't know what to think of him. he could be a good friend if he wasn't being a cocky idiot trying to win me over with cheesy pick up lines.
formspring
How do you prevent hangovers?
Bahaha. Find out and let me know, eh?
I will give you a sponge bath, a massage and make you a midnight snack.
Fuck, really? Get your ass over here!
Are you still Garret from the block?
JLO? IS THIS YOU? Lmao
Where’s Waldo?
I am waldo bitches ;]
shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots shots...EVERYBODY!
Hey, I like the way you think ;D
What would you do if you opened up the mini fridge in one of your hotel rooms and there was a magical realm inside of it and a fawn came up to you and said, "Welcome young one. Follow me into the meadow."?
…..Who the hell sold you whatever you are smoking, and where can I get some ;]
Are you going to be out partying again this weekend
Who the fuck is waiting for the weekend baby?
Is your muffin buttered?
Would you like us to assign you someone to butter your muffin? ;]
Are you looking to date anyone? ;]
Hmmmm, possibly. There is someone I have my eyes on ;]
I heard you’re dating a stripper?
Do I even know a stripper? The answer: No.
What’s something you never told anyone?
Well, this one time…. At band camp….
Do you like chipotle?
Do whores like sperm?
noow this is the story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down…
And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
history, as told by Garret himself =]
“History. Huh. Well, I guess you can say I started out as a good little kid. I was born in Ireland to Patrick and Lauren. I was the oldest child, my sister being eighteen months after I was. Anyway, Cassidy and I were really fucking close as kids. Like seriously, if you saw one of us, the other was following shortly behind. We were always really different though. I was a hella loud baby. Like serious, you always knew where I was. Cassidy on the other hand, she was quiet and smiley all the time. She was always the brighter of us two. When we first started school she wall all ‘Fuck yea! Lets learn!” and I was all “Fuck no! Lets play!” I guess that’s where we really started becoming different people. So while she was learning to read, I was down at the park playing kickball with the boys and chasing girls around. Yea, even at a young age I was a fucking stud. When I was seven years old, my ‘rents decided to get a divorce. Between you and me, if fucking devastated me. I didn’t let it fucking show though, I had to be strong for Cass, even though she acted like it didn’t bother her at all. I knew what a divorce was. Granted, I also know that they said they got divorced when mum took us off to America, but I know it was four years before it went through. Irish do have their laws and shit.
Anyway, we were moved to this hell hole called Northampton, where my mum’s family all is from. It’s a little piece of shit town, but I guess its home? We really didn’t hear a whole lot from dad. Sure, he would phone every now and then, but he never stayed on the phone for very long. It kind of upset me, but what the hell ever right? His loss and all that shit people tell you to make you feel better. Life went on. I met my best mate when I was twelve, seventh grade. Kelley Gaston was some pretty cool shit, and we clicked pretty fast. At the end of eight grade year is when I really go into partying. I was invited by some high school sophomores to this big party down by the lake, and its where I got my first taste of alcohol. I got pretty fucking wasted, and when I came falling though the window at four o’clock in the morning Cass covered for me. From there on, Kelley and I partied every weekend. I had my first taste of drugs. The feeling of being high was, and still is, the greatest thing I have ever felt. I started with just pot, but eventually a senior introduced me to meth my sophomore year and I have been hooked since. I lost my virginity the beginning of freshman year as well. Victoria Hart was her name I believe, just the first of many girls to come.
Things continually escalated until I constantly rolled in every night high or dunk off my ass. I guess I just felt alone in the world, and felt like people just didn’t give a shit about me, other than Kelley really. A few days before Christmas Eve, I went out to a killer party a few towns over. Honestly, I don’t even remember taking the OxyContin , but apparently I took enough to do damage though. The last thing I remember is popping the top to my first beer, the next thing I know, I wake up two days later hooked up to all sorts of machines and shit. I didn’t realize that I wasn’t alone until I heard Cassidy ask me if I was alright. I just kind of blinked at her and shot her a smile telling her that I never felt better. That just made her start crying and mumble something about me being stupid. Even with all the pain I was in I didn’t want to see Cass cry. She yelled at me and made me lay back down though. I was basically under constant watch for the remainder of the time I was there because I kept trying to take the fucking painful tubes out. Cassidy basically stayed as long as she could. She even fucking decorated for Christmas. It was ridiculous, and I would never admit it, but I was grateful. I didn’t have many visitors. Cassidy was there daily, Kelley came a lot, but basically that was it.
You would think that I would learn my lesson after that episode, yea? But fuck no. I got right back into the drugs basically the day I got out of the hospital. My mom told me she had had it with me, and wanted nothing to do with me. So we stopped talking. I only came home to sleep, and as soon as I woke up I was out the fucking door faster than fuck. I graduated that May, and took off to the gulf for a week. Since Kelsey, the girl who now had my best friend whipped, was very pregnant at the time, Kelley pussied out on me, so I got all the gorgeous babes to myself. As soon as I got back from the gulf, I packed my shit and moved into an apartment. I had some odds and end jobs, just enough to cover my apartment and keep a bit of food in the fridge. Whats funny though is… despite the fact I thought I had a shitty life now, things quickly changed for me. I met a girl, ha, yea I know, Mister ‘loves doesn’t exist” actually had a heart, and fell in love. Bridget really had my heart. I chased after her for weeks. It was an odd concept….Dublin, legitly chasing a girl, not just to get in her pants, but because he actually gave a damn about her. It was a totally new thing to me. Soon we started dating, and I fell fast for her.
When Kelsey walked out on Kelley and Dayna, it just totally through my world for a loop. After all, how often did Kelley tell me that Kelsey was the one? She fucking up and left him, it was just….mind boggling. But little Dayna had me wrapped since the day she was born, so I found myself going over to Kelley’s parents place daily. It pissed me off that Kelley was blowing off his daughter to go back to his old life style, so I fucking told him he belonged with his daughter, not his drugs. Apparently something I said stuck, because he finally gave it up and went back. he had a fight with his old man, and ended up at my door with Dayna and bags, so they crashed with me for a few weeks. It was tough because I didn’t want to be fucked up around the baby, but somehow I managed. They ended up moving out and I talked Bridget into moving in. Things were starting to look up again.
A few months later, my world was thrown for another loop. I came home from working a double shift at the Olive Garden, to find that Bridget had a guy in my bed. Apparently she thought that I wasn’t getting home until midnight, so the fact I rolled in at eight made her unprepared to get the bastard out before I came home. Honestly….I was shocked. Never in a million years did I think that someone would ever cheat on me… ever. I was pissed… really, I went into a blind rage, because I cant remember what I said or did, but I know that I threw her out. I was fucking heart broken. I kind of went off the deep end. Kelley claims I came to his house high off my ass and utterly messed up. I lost my job at Olive Garden for not showing up to two of my shifts, then showing up drunk. Things were just at a dramatic low for a while. I was ignoring Cassidy’s calls, ignoring Kelley as much as possible, basically just pushing everyone out. It was fucking hard to believe that a girl had me torn up that bad. Cassidy eventually got tired of me ignoring her, and she just showed up herself. I didn’t care enough to kick her out, so we just sat there in silence for a while until I eventually just let it all out. It helped a lot and I kind of pushed past it. I had a few more ends and odds jobs for the next half year, until eventually I talked my best mate Noah into hiring me on. I’ve been there for a while now. I’m just kind of living life to the best of my ability. Heh.”
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so, hey thurr! my name is Samantha and i'm twenty years old! i know, right? my other kids on where the sidewalk ends are Charlotte, Myah, Olivia, and Jersey and i've been roleplaying for number of years years, so i think i've got some talent. ... you don't believe me? psh. i can prove it~N/A