Post by aristotle on Feb 28, 2010 12:04:48 GMT -5
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WELCOME TO SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA. FIRST, WE NEED TO GET TO KNOW A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOU. TELL US YOUR NAME, NICKNAMES, AGE, JOB, ETC.
" Alright. The name is Aristotle Luna Williams. You can call me Ari for short. Yes, I am named after the Greek philosopher, thanks for pointing out the obvious genius. I am nineteen years old and live alone. I hated my parents so, here I am! I am a female if you haven’t caught it yet, by the way. I was bore on the twentieth of June. Not something special or anything like that. I kind of do small jobs, mowing lawns and that kind of stuff for people until I can find a solid place to work at. At night you can see me on street corners all over. NO. NO. NO. NOT EVERYTHING I SAY IS DIRTY THANK YOU. I mean playing instruments. God. You people need to get your minds out of the gutter. Anyways, I’m 5’6’’, have brown hair and brown eyes half Italian and that’s all I have to say for now."
NOW TELL US ABOUT YOUR LIKES, DISLIKES, AND JUST YOUR PERSONALITY IN GENERAL. WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU? BE DESCRIPTIVE SO WE CAN GET TO KNOW THE REAL YOU.
"What do I like you may ask? Music, food, chocolate, water, fire, sun, stars, and doing anything active. I mostly like the music part though. I play piano, sax, guitar, and flute. Usually I play sax or guitar to make some extra cash, but whatever. Dislikes? Those include the rich people with giant egos, extra stormy weather, parents, and not having order. Well, it can be fun, but when something doesn’t have order, it gets out of hand and it’s no longer as fun anymore. I’m all for a good party, but still. People tell me that I am fun, but kind of sarcastic sometimes. I’m not that sarcastic, am I? Who cares. I really like to laugh, so anyone who can make me laugh is already on good standing with me. But, if you are one of those snotty rich kids, I’m done with ya. I hate people who think they are better than everyone else because they have more money than you. It gets old really fast. Oh yeah, did I mention I’m also a little aggressive? Only if you get me to a certain boiling point though. It’s not like I get angry for no good reason of course.
Let’s see. I’m a big fat music junkie. I will always have my iPod in. Some people find it annoying , but whatever. I think they need to slow down and smell the roses, or listen to the music in this instance. That’s not all that I like though. I also like to skate, which throws some people off, read and write too. I also love to be active. No. I’m not a beach volleyball person who likes to show three/fourths of her body off. I just like to play for fun and surf and what not. When I’m doing nothing, I like to read too. I like to sit by the fire with a good book, um…yeah. Anyways. I have a cell phone, but I’m not one of those text-o-holic people. I text, but not like it’s an Olympic sport. I love video games and the computer also. One of the things I forgot to mention is I think football is the most boring sport ever. I don’t see how people can just sit there and watch it for like, three or four hours at a time. The only part I like is half time when something interesting is going on. Like for high school football. Marching band is awesome and should be considered a sport. Trust me. And yes. I am a band geek and proud of that fact. Say marching band is easy or stupid, I will kick your ass."
LET'S DIVE INTO YOUR HISTORY. NOTHING IS TOO PERSONAL. TELL US ABOUT WHERE YOU'RE FROM AND HOW YOU ENDED UP IN THE LAND DOWN UNDER.
"Alright, once again, born June 20th about nineteen years ago. My parents are Peter and Elizabeth. Did I mention I hate them? No? Well, now you know. They were too caught up in themselves and didn’t pay any attention to me as a child. And what’s the way a child gets attention? He or she rebels and begins to do things that their parents do not like. Apparently music wasn’t on my parents to-do list for me. They wanted me to be like a doctor or something. I don’t know why, but oh well. They are both doctors and by now probably have millions of dollars, but I’m not in their life any longer so there goes that clique group. Shucks. I lived with them in L.A. until I was seventeen. Then I was just lied to by both of them and was tired of the bullshit and moved out. But, more of that later. I am an only child so when my parents ignored me, I didn’t have anyone to play with. As a child, I was the odd one out and no one would talk to me. Thus, me turning to music, writing, and skating. Those options were the easiest things for me to get a hold of at the age of nine. I’m sure that I wouldn’t of gotten a hold of drugs at that young age; or drinking since neither of my parents drank; so I thought.
I found my first lie at the age of eleven. My mom told me she’d stop smoking, but I found four empty pack and two unopened packs in the basement. Plus I caught her smoking. Oh well. There goes that respect. Next lie was thirteen when my dad was jailed for a night for drinking way too much. My mom bailed him out the next day. He promised that it would never happen again. Well, three short months later, it happen, not once, but four times. Well, that’s not my fault and he should know better than to lie to his daughter like that. Well, there goes respect for the both of them. Then I found my mom cheating and I was just done with the bullshit lies all around me. I tried running away when I was fifteen, but I didn’t get as far as I had planned. Only to the high school like, thirty minutes away. After that I didn’t attempt until another year after that. I succeeded.
I eventually went to Sydney, Australia. I tried moving cold, but couldn’t really stand it. I know I couldn’t stay in the United States because they would put out a search for me. So, out of country, out of mind. I doubt they even realized I was gone anyways."
you can call me ari/aristotle. i'm spinning 15 tracks on my record and i hang out in the eastern timezone. alrighty, don't hate at me just because i'm using Hanna Beth Merjos's face, he/she falls into the Art Freaks just in case you're looking for me, i also play other charrie's names. did you hear about the word? ADMIN is the word. k, let's do this.
So, Ari woke up this morning and kind of felt like doing something today. Her room had two beds in it, but she had still yet to be assigned a room mate. Good. She didn't want the persion rooming with her to hear arguments between her and her mom. She sighed and pushed the covers that were flung all over the place on to the floor so she could get up. As she walked over to her closet and thought about the multiple things to do today. Ice rink? Nah. Mall? Nah. Park? Interesting. She hadn't been to a park in awhile and it did sound fun to go to one.
She quickly got dressed into a panda shirt with skinny jeans, put on some black and white converse, and threw on a jacket and last but not least, grabbed her iPod. She needed music. Before heading out, she made sure she had everything. Keys. Yep. Wallet. Yep. Music. Yep. Okay, all done with that little thing. She quickly looked in the mirror and decided her hair looked like a mess. She flipped her head over and took her fingers and ruffed it up and flipped it back. Red, curly hair like normal. She didn't bother with make-up either because she wasn't planning on meeting anyone there. Plus, she was kind of out.
Her mom may of given her a car, but it just sat in the parking lot collecting dust; she rarely used the gifts her mom gave her. They were all just bribes to like her once again. Not cool mother. Not cool. She began walking and passed the black painted car on the way. It was shiny and brand new without a dent or scatch in it. It would stay that way too. She continued on her journey and finally ended up at the park. She looked around and decided to stay because there was only a few other people here besides herself. She now decided to turn on her music; it tunred to Paramore. Loved them.
She just walked over to the swings because it looked like the less crowded place of all the park; good. Swings were her favorite part of it all. She looked around and took an earbud out when she thought she heard a monkey noise. She hopped off the swing and went to investigate. It turms out it was a guy just swinging from bar to bar. He had shaggy brown hair, but couldn't see his eyes. He was wearing a Cobra Starship shirt with light blue skinny jeans. He was also sagging; Ari hated it when guys sagged. It origninated from jail and meant that you were open. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but it's place of origin kind of scared her. His underwear, though, was white with green dinosaurs and said rawr all over it. Okay, that was cute. She decided to just sit on a set of stairs and listen to music quietly.