Post by lily on Jan 18, 2013 17:12:12 GMT -8
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top things on my mind lately
- where does swan hide all the time?
- why does life suck so much?
- where in the world ismy mother carmen sandiego?
- a funeral. i hope my brothers are planning it the way it should be done.
- what hell am i even doing?
- i want ice cream.
- my brothers need to learn to give me my space.
things the should be kept secret but might not.
- my mother left when i was fifteen years old.
- my father just died, from a broken heart.
- i have seven siblings.
- some of my paintings and drawings sell for a lot of money.
- i'm not rich.
- i wish sometimes for my life to be a fairytale at times.
HISTORY, would it really be worth it to listen to a story of a poor family, when most of the people here are filthy rich? probably not but then again i don't want the pity of other people on my shoulders. i was born in glasgow, scotland, untied kingdom on the eleventh of december. i'm seventeen years old, and i have seven siblings, five brothers and two sisters and i'm the youngest of all of them. there's kester, lachlan, gregor, lennon, monroe, logan, and lindsey, the first five our my brothers, the two are my sisters. we all range in age with kester and lachlan being thirty-two and me being the youngest at nineteen. i don't know how my parents could of handle us and let alone paid for our airline tickets to america. did i mention that yet, probably not, but you'll hear about it soon enough. my parents, well they are wilbur and lydia. for the most part they are pretty good parents, minus they few disasters we had.
now on to my move to america. probably not the most enjoyable experience in my life, but it was a dramatic one. no one wanted to leave glasgow. we loved it there, even though america brought new experiences and outcomes for all of us, it's what our parents wanted for us. to have a better life they dragged everyone with them even though kester, lachlan, and gregor were all of age, though they still lived with us. they even managed or at least were forced to help pay for our airfare considering half of us were unable to work and all. our destination was santa clara, california. mum had gotten a job there which would have paid a lot more than what she was being paid at her old job. we moved into a medium-sized house that just barely had room for all of us. kestor and lachlan still had to share a room, gregor, lennon, and monroe shared a room and were fighting over who got the single bed and who had to sleep in bunk beds, well guess who won that war? gregor, he kept saying he should get it since he was older and he wasn't going to be sleeping in a bunk bed because well he didn't really have a reason why not. and then that left logan, lindsey and i to the last room. there wasn't a whole lot of fighting of who got what bed because i made the decision of where i wanted to sleep, which the top bunk, and then logan and lindsey just did rock, paper, scissors for who got the bottom bunk. but they ended up making a deal that every two months when sheets were cleaned that they would switch places. but that was probably the best part to hear on how we all got settled in. the rest, well it's just basically history it's probably not even worth hearing in the first place.
the reason for it, is because i changed, everyone changed. i became more quiet and observant while getting into art. drawing and painting. i never did any sports until high school when i was on the cross country team, i was probably one of the fast girls on the team. even though i was so quiet, no one really knew who i was in the hallways of school. i spent most of my time in the art room drawing and painting away. it was my haven, my safe place. at home it was different, lonely even. my mum was never there anymore. maybe for like a weekend out of every month and then she would be gone on trips. it paid the bills, but it ruined our close knit family. she sent money home for all of us to buy the necessities we needed, but it wasn't the same. none of us were able to like have a close relationship with her, she just like vanished from our lives all together after being away for so long. no one hears from her so who knows where she is at. but then there's da', he doesn't seem happy anymore. he's a wreckage waiting to happen. he drinks too much, but he's not a mean drunk, just a sad one. he drinks his sorrows away, kester and gregor try every once in a while to make him stop and take him and the rest of the family out to dinner to make him happy and at least spend time with us than at the bar. the only thing he really lives for is all of us, his children. he loves seeing the accomplishments that we are all capable of doing. he was at every single meet for cross country, and at all the art shows my artwork has been in. my mum was never seen at any of those, never. she wasn't at anyone's events, nothing seemed to be able to pull her back into our lives. she was just dust in the wind, nothing heard nor seen from her.
though sadly i went with my brother, lennon for a few months or so to get away from all of this stuff that was happening, just to get way from things mostly. it was only for a few months so it wasn't like it was forever. but i've just recently came back and well things seem to be different, or at least feel different to me. we had gone to gasglow to visit old friends and check on family that was there. it was pretty nice, and everyone enjoyed my artwork that i brought to them. and now back home i'm the same old person with a new beginning to go through, but all in all, it should be a memorable one i guess.
PERSONALITY, as if my past was any better, i haven't changed much from my nine year old self except for the fact i've grown to be more quiet and invisible. it seems to be much easier to go through life that way. with less people to bug you or to ask you how it's going. it's not like i want to be known to everyone, i just want to be left alone. i'm too quiet for everyone to even bare. people walk past me all the time when i stand there in the middle thinking how a piece of art should form because you know i do draw all of pieces first before i actually paint them. and some pieces have actually helped paid for my tuition and classes so far. i stand there quietly people watching, without an expression on my face. i sometimes get the most direst faces when people see me blocking their pathway, i push them aside, figuratively, not physically.
i don't have many friends, to think of it, i don't have any close friends. they are just friends that invite me somewhere but then like completely ignore me and go off to do their own little thing, which is fine i guess. it doesn't bother if you're wondering. i'm more talkative with my siblings, we all talk to one another sometime in the day someway or another. usually on the phone or texting or instant messaging. we also all care for our da' a lot more because he's a wreck while our mum is just out of the picture. i might sneak a smile every one in a while when i talk on the phone with my siblings, but it's not like anyone would notice me though.
i guess i haven't said much about how i act with people though, i really wouldn't care to explain but i guess i should. i'm soft-spoken, so i hope you're good at listening really carefully, i also still have my scottish accent because never picked up on the american one. i also give the same respect people give me, whether it's nice or mean. they should know how to treat people or they might get treated the same way they act. first impressions make a big deal for me sometimes, because it helps me understand might act in the future to me. if they treat me like shit, well they will get treated like shit. if they are nice well i'll show them kindness back. besides it all depends on the person, i don't really give people second chances because it's their own fault they screwed up the first time around, they should of thought better about how the wanted to act. i also ignore those frat boys because they think they are so cool at being able to get a girl's number and get in her pants. but i've got news for them, i don't care for your act nor your shit. they try to touch me in anyway, i'll yell rape at the top of my lungs and knee them in the balls and run like the wind to get the bloody hell out of there. i like to thank my brothers for teaching me that one. but as long as it doesn't go down like that it really shouldn't be a problem then, besides i'm not really a people person.
APPEARANCE, there's no way in hell i'm going to tell you my style of clothing, why in the world would i want a stalker stalking me when i am coming back to my dorm room at night? but i can tell you this i usually try to dress at least presentable, which is usually somewhat more causal than fancy. yet it looks like i'm some kind of person who actually knows how to dress really well considering i'm not some stupid american who just wear pajamas all day long or sweats and goes to the store to buying just one thing. eww. i never leave the room looking like that, i usually tend to keep my hair down, but i sometimes tend to make it look purdy, i mean pretty. i'm what some people say a fashionista even though i prefer not to be called that. i tend to get my clothes for cheap when they are on sale and when there's a pretty good deal to get them. i also don't care for those high priced labels, they don't mean anything to me. clothes are clothes, labels are just labels, i live by no boundaries so i get what looks good on me and if it a fairly good steal.
- where does swan hide all the time?
- why does life suck so much?
- where in the world is
- a funeral. i hope my brothers are planning it the way it should be done.
- what hell am i even doing?
- i want ice cream.
- my brothers need to learn to give me my space.
things the should be kept secret but might not.
- my mother left when i was fifteen years old.
- my father just died, from a broken heart.
- i have seven siblings.
- some of my paintings and drawings sell for a lot of money.
- i'm not rich.
- i wish sometimes for my life to be a fairytale at times.
HISTORY, would it really be worth it to listen to a story of a poor family, when most of the people here are filthy rich? probably not but then again i don't want the pity of other people on my shoulders. i was born in glasgow, scotland, untied kingdom on the eleventh of december. i'm seventeen years old, and i have seven siblings, five brothers and two sisters and i'm the youngest of all of them. there's kester, lachlan, gregor, lennon, monroe, logan, and lindsey, the first five our my brothers, the two are my sisters. we all range in age with kester and lachlan being thirty-two and me being the youngest at nineteen. i don't know how my parents could of handle us and let alone paid for our airline tickets to america. did i mention that yet, probably not, but you'll hear about it soon enough. my parents, well they are wilbur and lydia. for the most part they are pretty good parents, minus they few disasters we had.
now on to my move to america. probably not the most enjoyable experience in my life, but it was a dramatic one. no one wanted to leave glasgow. we loved it there, even though america brought new experiences and outcomes for all of us, it's what our parents wanted for us. to have a better life they dragged everyone with them even though kester, lachlan, and gregor were all of age, though they still lived with us. they even managed or at least were forced to help pay for our airfare considering half of us were unable to work and all. our destination was santa clara, california. mum had gotten a job there which would have paid a lot more than what she was being paid at her old job. we moved into a medium-sized house that just barely had room for all of us. kestor and lachlan still had to share a room, gregor, lennon, and monroe shared a room and were fighting over who got the single bed and who had to sleep in bunk beds, well guess who won that war? gregor, he kept saying he should get it since he was older and he wasn't going to be sleeping in a bunk bed because well he didn't really have a reason why not. and then that left logan, lindsey and i to the last room. there wasn't a whole lot of fighting of who got what bed because i made the decision of where i wanted to sleep, which the top bunk, and then logan and lindsey just did rock, paper, scissors for who got the bottom bunk. but they ended up making a deal that every two months when sheets were cleaned that they would switch places. but that was probably the best part to hear on how we all got settled in. the rest, well it's just basically history it's probably not even worth hearing in the first place.
the reason for it, is because i changed, everyone changed. i became more quiet and observant while getting into art. drawing and painting. i never did any sports until high school when i was on the cross country team, i was probably one of the fast girls on the team. even though i was so quiet, no one really knew who i was in the hallways of school. i spent most of my time in the art room drawing and painting away. it was my haven, my safe place. at home it was different, lonely even. my mum was never there anymore. maybe for like a weekend out of every month and then she would be gone on trips. it paid the bills, but it ruined our close knit family. she sent money home for all of us to buy the necessities we needed, but it wasn't the same. none of us were able to like have a close relationship with her, she just like vanished from our lives all together after being away for so long. no one hears from her so who knows where she is at. but then there's da', he doesn't seem happy anymore. he's a wreckage waiting to happen. he drinks too much, but he's not a mean drunk, just a sad one. he drinks his sorrows away, kester and gregor try every once in a while to make him stop and take him and the rest of the family out to dinner to make him happy and at least spend time with us than at the bar. the only thing he really lives for is all of us, his children. he loves seeing the accomplishments that we are all capable of doing. he was at every single meet for cross country, and at all the art shows my artwork has been in. my mum was never seen at any of those, never. she wasn't at anyone's events, nothing seemed to be able to pull her back into our lives. she was just dust in the wind, nothing heard nor seen from her.
though sadly i went with my brother, lennon for a few months or so to get away from all of this stuff that was happening, just to get way from things mostly. it was only for a few months so it wasn't like it was forever. but i've just recently came back and well things seem to be different, or at least feel different to me. we had gone to gasglow to visit old friends and check on family that was there. it was pretty nice, and everyone enjoyed my artwork that i brought to them. and now back home i'm the same old person with a new beginning to go through, but all in all, it should be a memorable one i guess.
PERSONALITY, as if my past was any better, i haven't changed much from my nine year old self except for the fact i've grown to be more quiet and invisible. it seems to be much easier to go through life that way. with less people to bug you or to ask you how it's going. it's not like i want to be known to everyone, i just want to be left alone. i'm too quiet for everyone to even bare. people walk past me all the time when i stand there in the middle thinking how a piece of art should form because you know i do draw all of pieces first before i actually paint them. and some pieces have actually helped paid for my tuition and classes so far. i stand there quietly people watching, without an expression on my face. i sometimes get the most direst faces when people see me blocking their pathway, i push them aside, figuratively, not physically.
i don't have many friends, to think of it, i don't have any close friends. they are just friends that invite me somewhere but then like completely ignore me and go off to do their own little thing, which is fine i guess. it doesn't bother if you're wondering. i'm more talkative with my siblings, we all talk to one another sometime in the day someway or another. usually on the phone or texting or instant messaging. we also all care for our da' a lot more because he's a wreck while our mum is just out of the picture. i might sneak a smile every one in a while when i talk on the phone with my siblings, but it's not like anyone would notice me though.
i guess i haven't said much about how i act with people though, i really wouldn't care to explain but i guess i should. i'm soft-spoken, so i hope you're good at listening really carefully, i also still have my scottish accent because never picked up on the american one. i also give the same respect people give me, whether it's nice or mean. they should know how to treat people or they might get treated the same way they act. first impressions make a big deal for me sometimes, because it helps me understand might act in the future to me. if they treat me like shit, well they will get treated like shit. if they are nice well i'll show them kindness back. besides it all depends on the person, i don't really give people second chances because it's their own fault they screwed up the first time around, they should of thought better about how the wanted to act. i also ignore those frat boys because they think they are so cool at being able to get a girl's number and get in her pants. but i've got news for them, i don't care for your act nor your shit. they try to touch me in anyway, i'll yell rape at the top of my lungs and knee them in the balls and run like the wind to get the bloody hell out of there. i like to thank my brothers for teaching me that one. but as long as it doesn't go down like that it really shouldn't be a problem then, besides i'm not really a people person.
APPEARANCE, there's no way in hell i'm going to tell you my style of clothing, why in the world would i want a stalker stalking me when i am coming back to my dorm room at night? but i can tell you this i usually try to dress at least presentable, which is usually somewhat more causal than fancy. yet it looks like i'm some kind of person who actually knows how to dress really well considering i'm not some stupid american who just wear pajamas all day long or sweats and goes to the store to buying just one thing. eww. i never leave the room looking like that, i usually tend to keep my hair down, but i sometimes tend to make it look purdy, i mean pretty. i'm what some people say a fashionista even though i prefer not to be called that. i tend to get my clothes for cheap when they are on sale and when there's a pretty good deal to get them. i also don't care for those high priced labels, they don't mean anything to me. clothes are clothes, labels are just labels, i live by no boundaries so i get what looks good on me and if it a fairly good steal.
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