Post by NOAH LIAM ANDERSON on Mar 13, 2010 13:50:59 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.
" Hey there, everyone. My name is Noah Liam Anderson, and if you can create a nickname from that short first name, then go for it. I'm eighteen years old and I'm in my last year of high school. It went by a little faster than I would have wanted, but going to college is definitely something that I'm looking forward to. Right now, I'm currently employed at the beach, which is a perfect job for me. I'm a lifeguard there, and after school and on the weekends, that's most likely where you'll find me. "
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.
"Well, I guess I can say there there's more about me than first meets the eye. Many people think that I'm just an arrogant jerk because I used to be a jock, and now I'm bitter towards life because I can no longer play the sport that I once loved. I have to say, that really bothers me. Well, not being able to play the sport and people making assumptions about me both bother me equally. But not being able to play soccer has really gotten to me because that used to be my life. I'm a dedicated person, and I used to put one hunred and twenty percent into it. Having once been captain of the team to now being someone that isn't really liked by the team has turned me into a more quiet and withdrawn person. I used to be vibrant and pretty outgoing, and I still am. But I've found that in high school, it's easier to sink back into the crowd and lose yourself. I've gotten beaten up for the fact that I couldn't play, and honestly, I'm past all of that.
I like to live and let live. The past is the past, and you should always look forward to the future. I'm still athletic, but only when it comes to swimming. Swimming can only strengthen the injury that I sustained, and that's why I got a job lifeguarding. It's the best thing going for me right now. I'm an enthusiastic person, and I try to be there for everyone that I possibly can be there for. My friends are my life, and even though I don't have too many anymore, I still am very close to those that haven't betrayed me. If you are my friend than most likely you'll be my friend for life. I rely on them just as much as they rely on me. Above all else though, I'm a listener. I don't tell people my problems because I hate putting those on other people's shoulders. But I do listen to what other people have to say. I can be your shoulder to lean on or cry on and I honestly won't judge you for what you tell me. Your secrets will always be safe with me, no matter what. I am not a backstabber, and I don't like seeing people get hurt. My vice would probably be my temper however. It can get completely out of control and sometimes I just lose myself. It happens to the best of us, but sometimes I can get a little out of hand. I also don't trust anyone, simply because of what people have done to me in the past. I like to think of myself as a strong individual, both mentally and physically. I'm a bit of a health freak, and I exercise daily and stick to a special diet. I'm studious now because I know I can only get into college based on grades since soccer is a thing of the past. I like to think that I'm a nice person as well, and patience is my virtue. I'll do anything for anyone, no matter what time of the night.
I like the simple things in life, which include: soccer, swimming, my job, school is pretty alright, girls, dogs, kindness, night time, rain storms, pizza- it's my one bad habit, rock and alternative music, the occasional country song, listening to people, helping people, reading, my family, and my friends.
I don't like a few of the things in my life, which are: my backstabbing former friends, the fact that I can't play soccer anymore, being hurt, being limited, people who think that they are better than everyone else, arrogance, bullying, being an outsider, losing people I care about, being lazy, fish, not being able to prove myself, and impatience.
I would have to say that my strengths would be my ability to forgive, my patience, and that I would do anything for anyone no matter what they need or who they are. My weaknesses would be that I'm injured, that I can't always overlook what my friends did to me, my temper, and I care too much about things and people. I don't have too many secrets, but my biggest would have to be that I'm still a virgin."
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.
"I was born and raised here in Sydney, Australia, with the proof coming from my Australian accent and my skin complexion. My parents met in high school, and they are the typical high school sweethearts that everyone hears stories about. My mom's name is Clarice Helen Anderson, and my father's name is Liam Austin Anderson. They are both great parents, and I love them to no end. My mom gave birth to me on April 1st, 1991, which has to be one of the coolest birthdays ever. I was an easy baby to take care of, or so I've heard. I didn't cry that much, and I was happy as soon as they brought me home from the hospital. It was my brother, who, when he came home, all hell broke loose. But that's besides the point. My parents were loving and honestly gave me everything that I could have ever wanted. They weren't rich, but my father is a rather successful lawyer, and my mom is secretary. I never wanted and still don't want for a thing, and they have given me everything that they possibly could.
I went to public schools all of my life, and my dad had always wanted me to get involved with some type of sport. We tried baseball, but when I got hit in the face with a ball because I wasn't paying attention in the outfield, we decided that wasn't the sport for me. Peewee football was next, and I was a but of a shrimp when I was younger. The pads were bigger than I was, and I was taken down more times than I could count. After getting a hernia, it was also decided that we needed to find a better sport. When we found soccer, it was like a breath of fresh air. No one was pummeling into the ground, and I didn't have the chance not to pay attention. It was soon discovered, that as I grew older, soccer was the sport for me. My dad went to every game and every practice, and my mom would cart my younger brother Nathan to all of my games. It was a family affair, and I loved it. I continued it through middle school, where I made the school team, as well as through high school, where I eventually made the position of captain and forward. I was loving and living my life and I couldn't be happier.
However, I supposed it had to come to an end sometime. The championship game was on the line, and we were all palying the best game that we had ever played before. I don't want to boast or brag, but the other team wasn't too happy with me, for I had managed to score the two goals that had gotten us ahead. They wanted to take me out, and they did just that. There were two minutes left of the game, and I was setting up to take another shot on their net. I was blindsided by one of their player's, and he slid to get the ball away from me. Instead of hitting the ball, his foot came in contact with my leg. The lower half of my leg went one way, and the upper half went the other way, shattering my knee into six pieces, which was seen on the x-ray. It was the most and the worst pain I have ever been in in my life. It happened at the end of last year, and I'm still using crutches for the injury. We won that game, but for some reason my team members have not forgiven me for that. This year they aren't doing well at all, as opposed to other years, but they're still winning games. I don't know how to tell them that I didn't do this on purpose and that I didn't mean to get hurt.
They've pushed me away and out of their group, and there's no other place that I really belong. I've become a part of the outsiders, which hurts me a lot. I don't mind the people, and I've even managed to make a few friends. There are a few guys from the jocks who still talk to me, but I've gone from being pretty popular to a nobody who cost the soccer team some wins. The doctors don't think that I will ever be able to play soccer again because of how bad the break is, and they think it's great that I'm lifeguardig. The swimming really helps, and even though I can't jump down from the stand, climbing down and limping/running through the sand has been strengthing my legs. They put another lifeguard with me in case of a true emergency and I can't get there fast enough, but I get to stay on the beach and reel them in when they go out. At least some people still appreciate me. I'm now going through my last year of high school, and the embarrassment of the crutches and the horrible limp is still there. I don't think I'l lever live this down, but I'm trying. My parents and my brother continue to support me, and I appreciate them more than they could ever know. I know I'll get through this, but it's proving to be more difficult than I ever imagined."
you can call me ALEX. i'm spinning nineteen tracks on my record and i hang out in the eastern timezone. alrighty, don't hate at me just because i'm using taylor lautner's face, he falls into the outsiders. just in case you're looking for me, i also play ---. did you hear about the word? the bottom of the ocean is the word. k, let's do this.
There was nothing in this life that Anderson was ungrateful for. He loved the life he had, even if he didn't have as much as other people around him did. Sure, he was considered to be the lower class, and that was perfectly alright with him. He wasn't born into the high society with the rich and the famous. He didn't need to prove himself to anyone, and he didn't need to be who he didn't want to be. Anderson was who he was and he was happy with that. He didn't need the designer labels that seemed to be such a vital part of life for the upper class residents. He didn't need the fancy car, and was quite alright with the old Yamaha motorcycle that used to be his father's. He wasn't tied down by labels and popularity contests. Anderson didn't honestly care what other people thought of him, and that much was probably obvious. But he didn't care.
It wasn't that he was care free. He simply had other more important things to worry about. He was certain that if he was given life in another social class he would think completely differently, but that wasn't so now. He was a poor resident of Hawaii, and he worked every single day of his life to get the things that he had in life. Constance didn't need to do that. Sure, it would bring her the fame that she so desperately seemed to want, but she could get by without a job. She came from money, and a part of Anderson was jealous. His parents were good, hard working people who deserved to be as rich as the next person in life. They deserved a break from working like workaholics, but that was never going to happen and he needed to face the facts and accept that. It was just so hard when Constance was standing in front of him, basically waving her wealth and her status in his face just by being here. He needed to grow up. Life wasn't fair, and he knew that better than some other people who went through life.
This wasn't like Anderson at all. He never thought that negatively. He needed to take a step back and just collect himself again, which is exactly what he did with his dog by his side. Boone was his rock, and he didn't know what he'd do without the energetic Shepherd mix. Boone was his life now, and he would do anything for him, as well as for his family members. But right now, the dog held all of his attention and his love, for he was the first being in Anderson's life that relied solely on him. Anderson wasn't going to let anything happen to him. Sighing quietly to himself, Anderson stood with his dog while Constance and Lead calmed themselves down. This situation was something that didn't really work Anderson up. It was dirt and sand, but it wouldn't kill her. Apparently she thought differently, and that was alright with Anderson. People had different things to care about in life, and he wasn't going to judge her. There was no reason to, and it wasn't his place to do such a thing. He just needed to allow her the space to move on from what had just happened, and he would give her the respect she deserved to do just that. Reaching up after a moment, he let his fingertips take a hold of the brim of his black baseball cap. Pulling it off for a moment, he ran his hand through his rather thick brunette hair. For a moment he left that hat off, letting the ocean breeze blow through it. Feeling relaxed and at ease once more, he shoved the cap back onto his head and turned back towards Constance. They could still turn this day and meeting around, and Anderson was optimistic enough to do that.
He caught part of her smile as he looked her way and was a bit taken aback by the emotion that had found in it. Was she being sincere? Or maybe, was she being as sincere as she possibly could be? Anderson didn’t have the slightest idea, but he knew that the warmth in her voice was apparent when she was speaking to her canine companion. He hadn’t thought it possible because of her harsh words and even sarcastic comments during their tutoring sessions. Anderson wasn’t really put off because of them simply because he didn’t let those kinds of things get to him. He wasn’t easily angered, and that much was obvious. Most people would have started talking back to Constance in a situation like this, but not Andy. He wouldn’t want to hurt anyone, and if she had a reason to be upset with him, then he wasn’t going to argue back. It was best to let someone get the brunt of their emotions out in the first place because afterwards it was easier to clear the air. He had learned that from experience, and it had softened him.
Anderson was ready to continue with his day, and whether that was with Constance in it or not, that was fine with him. A part of him wanted her to be in it, but that was a pipe dream in his opinion. Why would someone like her want to spend extra time with someone like him? He was certain that her phone was filled with numbers and people that were more worth her time, and he wouldn’t blame her. Anderson was used to being walked all over. It was sort of a regular occurrence for him, and he was passed the stage of feeling upset or angry about it. Hey, if he could help someone out, then he was going to do it, no matter how they treated him. If he could show them kindness then maybe that would help them out in the long run. Sometimes people were only mean because they had only been shown meanness. Anderson wasn’t sure if that was the reason behind Constance’s harsh personality, but he wasn’t one to assume. He was sure he’d figure her out soon enough, and when the time came he’d be successful. He was normally good at reading people because he was so quiet, but this time it was different.
This time he had no idea if she wanted to be his friend or just use him to get ahead in her studies. At first, he figured he was going to be walked all over again. It happened every time with the rich popular kids, and he wasn’t expecting anything more. They used him and tossed him, and would accept it. If they passed and were that much happier in the school side of things then he had done a good thing. It didn’t matter if they went back to brushing by him in the hallway and ignoring his existence. He was used to it, and he knew better than to think a Kane would talk to a Maika. He was fine with that, honestly. Sometimes it bothered him when he put a lot of work into helping someone and they were really ungrateful, but he knew that even though they didn’t show it, they were grateful and appreciative. They always came back when they needed more help, didn’t they? That’s what he kept telling himself, and he wasn’t going to stop. It would only make it worse for him in the long run, and he honestly didn’t want to deal with any more disappointments. He had had enough of those to last him a life time, and he wasn’t ready to place anymore upon his own shoulders or the shoulders of those around him.
But that was beside the point. The point was that he needed to focus on the young woman in front of him. She was worth his attention, there was no doubt about that, and he was going to show her the respect she deserved. And maybe he’d get to spend some more time with her. Even though she wasn’t always the nicest person, Anderson liked her for some reason. He was sure he was only going to get hurt in the end, but then that would just be another lesson for him to learn. Agreeing with that silent statement, he turned to Constance as she spoke up. He smiled against the bright sunshine that was present at the wharf and nodded his head. ”Enough said.” He offered with a gentle shrug of his shoulders and then looked down to Boone. The Shepherd mix had finally lain down, and was now resting in the sand. He enjoyed the beach, and Anderson was glad for it. And then she looked down at her own dog, speaking to him in a way that surprised Anderson yet again. He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought it possible for her to have a softness within her, but apparently she was capable. Shaking his head now, he smiled down at Lead, hoping that the dog would eventually warm up to him and Boone in slow time. He grinned up at Constance, and then heard her speaking once more. Refocusing his attention, he listened carefully to her words.
She was talking about hot chocolate. Wait, hot chocolate? Andy’s face took on an expression of confusion for a moment, and he did his best to follow along without looking like he had no idea what was going on. He figured he was doing an alright job with it, but she probably saw right past it. Hearing her next words, his eyes widened slightly, and a small smile of surprise worked its way onto his quiet features. He wasn’t expecting that, but now he supposed he was going to be given the chance of spending more time with her outside of their study sessions. A part of him was actually excited; the other was slightly wary. He didn’t know what to think at the moment, but he found a response for her. ”I think I can handle that. It’s only a small payment though, if he ruined your shoes.” He said quietly, being completely honest about that as well. He would give her what she needed if his pup had ruined anything of hers.