Post by winter on Aug 14, 2010 23:48:09 GMT -5
so, you want to know more about me? all righty, well. for starters, my name's winter aslin force, but you can just call me win or winnie. i know, great name. oh, so i'm twenty years old; yeah, my birthday's on may fourth, so i expect a ton of presents, hear me? good. well i'll clear this up now for you guys; i'm just a citizen; oh, and i'm a college sophomore. originally i'm from northampton; i know, it's just a really awesome place. i get asked this a lot, so imma clear it up; i am heterosexual. oh, and all right, so for some reason people compare me a lot to nicole anderson, but psh, we know that i'm better looking, right?
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hey bbycakes. i'm winter. so you want to know about me huh? well i'll tell you everything you need to know and then some. i'm twenty years old and in college so guess what, i like to party. like that's a big surprise huh? i like drinking but i prefer smoking. i love getting high. when i am it's the best. i'm just really happy. i laugh a lot. everything's funny. i completely geek out. but i like to laugh so i guess that's a good thing. i've been told i'm a fun person anyway. i like doing crazy things. i go on random adventures all the time. it doesn't matter the time or place, i'll usually do it. it plays into me liking to drive. i love driving around especially on nicer days. so i've been known to grab some friends and go on a random road trip to do something out there. the adventure is normally a burn ride or involves it at some point, but hey, why not, right?
anyway moving on from all of that, i get along with pretty much everyone. i'll be nice to you just as long as you don't give me a reason to hate you. i really don't care what anyone says about me. however, some people have been known to take it too far and then i do get a little testy. don't trash talk my friends either. i don't take kindly to that. i will stick up for them at all costs and thats normally the main reason of why i don't like the people i don't get along with. i'm not the type of girl who starts drama because i think it is pointless and petty. i'm not one of those girls who is constantly talking about other people because i actually have a life, you know? i'm not the jealous type because well, i don't do relationships in the first place. they are pointless and all end the same way so i just skip over all that shit. what do i do then? Well, let's just say i'll skip past dinner and cut straight to the your place or mine?
no you have it right. i like sex. relationships are full of fighting and making up and causing everyone around you, and not to mention causing yourself, lots of stress. sex isn't like that at all. you make out, move around the bases and hit it home babe. where's the stress in that? that's right there is none. and if there is, ha well love, you are doing something wrong and i can guarantee that! because there is definitely no stress in my sex life. i've slept with a lot of guys, some of them more than once, some of them never again. don't call me a whore though because it's not your place to judge me. plus, just because your jealous that you can't get away with it, doesn't give you the fucking right to call me names. sorry you can't get the guys i can. try harder next time, yeah? don't be a prude and get the stick out of your ass [; then we can be friends.
i don't like hospitals. at all. they scare me. i hate being in them and you will have to literally drag me to get me to go. trust me, i will go kicking and screaming too. it's the same with flying. i hate planes because i hate heights. not to mention i don't see how they stay up there? like how anyone trusts planes to stay flying up there is beyond me! i don't that's for sure! so you will not catch me on one of those. sorry i'd rather not drop a million feet to my death. end of story. no planes for me.
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so, hey thurr! my name is shmey and i'm ninteen years old! i know, right? my other kids on where the sidewalk ends are wes, spencer, allison, kelsey and i've been roleplaying for seven or eight years, so i think i've got some talent. ... you don't believe me? psh. i can prove it~Sydney's eyes jolted awake at the sound of the alarm on her phone. She groaned slightly as she turned it off but was happy that it had woke her up. She had been having another nightmare. She didn't have them very often, maybe once or twice a month. But when she did, they were awful. The ranged from times she had with her father, to times she had with her exboyfriend Tyler. Things she didn't want to think about nor dream about for that matter. The weird part was, the dreams always ended the same way. They always ended with her mother rushing in and taking her away and saving her. Syd never really knew her mother, but in the dreams she knew it was her. It was silly for her to dream that way, always wishing her mother was looking for her, ready to save her and give her a new life. She didn't even know if her mother was a good person or not. Probably not since she just up and left when Syd was little. But still, Syd secretly prayed that her mother, where ever she was now, was looking for her. Or at least thinking about her. But then again, was the woman even still alive? She had no way of knowing for sure. Shaking those thoughts from her head, she stretched and rolled out of bed. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and left her room, walking down the hall and stopping at her aunts door. "Aunt Deb? Hey it's six thirty." She told her. Ever since Syd moved in with her aunt, she always woke her up for work when she got up for school. They had a system. Syd would wake her aunt up, get in the shower and when she got out, her aunt would have breakfast made and then her aunt would shower while she ate. Then they would get ready and usually they left about the same time. Her aunt always offered to give her a ride to school but the school was fairly close and since she had the time, Syd normally walked.
Carrying on with the routine, Syd made sure she heard her aunt reply before she headed to the bathroom. She stripped down and got into the shower, thankful for the hot water that poured over her. Washing her hair and her body, she rinsed off and turned off the water before stepping out and wrapping a towel around herself. She rinsed out her mouth, but she would wait to brush her teeth until after she ate. Opening the bathroom door, she smiled at the smell of waffles being made in the kitchen. She went to her room first though, pulling out some clothes and getting dressed. She ran a brush through her damp hair before going to the kitchen to eat. She thanked her aunt as she sat at the table and began eating breakfast. She loved breakfast. It was her favorite meal of the day. If she didn't eat it, she felt tired and hungry all day. Not to mention waffles in general were her favorite. Her aunt made them about once or twice a week and Syd was always in heaven with every bite. Cleaning up her plate, she returned to her room to finish getting ready. She dryed and straightened her hair, brushed her teeth, put on some make up and slipped her shoes on before she was waving goodbye to her aunt and out the door. Her aunt had asked her again this moring if she wanted a ride, but she had so no thank you, just like every morning she was asked. She didn't mind walking. It wasn't a far distance from her aunt's house to the school. Not to mention most of the seniors drove to school. It wasn't that she was embarrassed to be dropped off, it was just that she already got picked on here and there for being in the lower class. Syd just didn't feel like giving them something else to pick at. Then again, she didn't really listen to half of the things that were said to her. It honestly did not matter too much. The only reason she was in high school was so she could get her diploma and go to college and work on starting over. She had thought about taking classes to get her GED, but she didn't have the money for that. So high school it was.
Walking through the double doors, she made her way through the halls to her locker. She slid a couple books in and pulled out a couple for her first classes of the day. She frowned slightly at her bare locker. Sure it was early in the school year and she still could put some in, but her locker had no decorations or pictures in it like she had seen so many other students have. Some even decorated the outside of them but it was mainly cheerleaders and sports players. Truth was, Syd didn't really have any pictures to put in. Sure she had some of her and Tyler stashed away in the back of her closet along with some of her and her father. But there was no way she would put those in her locker. She didn't want to look at those every day. She had a hard enough time dreaming about the two a couple times a month. Pictures might only increase that and she wasn't about to take that chance. With the sound of the bell, she closed her locker and started her day of classes. Sydney was a decent student. She took notes, did her homework and got good grades on quizes and exams. A lot of other kids even asked to borrow her notes sometimes because instead of taking them, they sat and goofed off. Of course the teachers never did anything about it because normally the students were upper class or they just didn't listen when told to pay attention. Syd didn't mind sharing her notes. She was a nice girl after all. She didn't expect it to make her friends or anything but a lot of time the people who borrowed them said hi to her in the halls every once in a while. She would smile and say hello back and that would be that. Of course she did have a few good friends who she talked to in school and outside of school here and there. Sure it wasn't a huge group, but she was perfectly okay with the few she had made as they were some of the best friends she could ask for.
The lunch bell rang and Sydney put her things away in her locker before making her way to the cafeteria. She stood in line and got her food before walking to the door that led out of the cafe. A teacher stood there, making sure students weren't leaving and roaming the halls. Syd told the teacher that she left her money in her car and her friend had paid for her lunch. The teacher told her to go ahead and get it, just not to roam the halls and cause any trouble. Syd thanked him and made her way through the hall and to the back lot. Sure, she didn't have a car in the lot and she hadn't forgotten her money in it, but the teacher didn't know that. She did this often, once or twice a week. It was nice outside and she hated sitting inside when it was nice out. So she would get her lunch and sit in the grass on the little hill beside the back lot. A couple other students were sometimes out here as well but it was normally because they left and got their lunch from somewhere in town. They technically weren't allowed but when did seniors ever follow the rules? She sat down and opened her water, taking a drink of it as she watched a couple cars full of kids pull out and speed off to get lunch who knew where. They were blasting music and Syd was sure that the teachers knew that they did this all the time. But once again, either they were upper class or simply didn't listen when told not to do it. Either way, they didn't get in trouble. She wouldn't get in trouble if she was found out here either though. Simply because she wasn't causing any trouble and she was a good student. Not like she would care anyway. She would much rather get in trouble sitting out here than be stuck in the noisy crowded cafe. That was for sure.