Post by JORDAN ELAINE DAKOSTA on Feb 27, 2010 18:48:44 GMT -5
- - - - - jordan elaine dakosta.
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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." thanks, i guess. um, well the name's jordan dakosta. and yes, i'm fully aware that sounds like a boy's name. but i don't really care. i go by jor, jordo, and plain ol' jordan. if you try to be all cute and call my elaine, be prepared to be punched. because i will punch you. elaine has to the the ugliest, old lady name in the history of ugly old ladies. i'm seventeen years of age and currently a senior in highschool, and my job? hahahahaha. hold on. okay, okay, i don't like to work. at all. all i do is eat, sleep and skate.and smoke oodles and oodles of poti don't work. if you want something done, don't come to me because i won't do it. i'm incredibly lazy, and if you have a problem with that, feel free to leave. "
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.
" get to know the real me? what the fuck is this, some kind of seventeen magazine interview? i hate that magazine. well, seeing as you want to know so badly, ill tell you. and hell, i'll even tell you a secret; i'm an undercover badass. but don't tell anyone or i'll have to um, punch you or something. like i said before, i'm really lazy, and i don't like to do anything if it doesn't involve some kind of reward for me, and me only. yes, i have a heart, but it's on vacation. some people call me sassy, because i'm quick witted and i like to give people a taste of my saucy attitude. i guess i am sassy, but i don't like being called sassy. it just makes me sound so ...girly. just the thought of wearing the color pink makes me want to puke up last night's tacos. if you couldn't tell - or if you're a bit slow like my friend oli is - i'm a total boy. no, i don't have junk or anything, i just act like one. i have boobs and everything, but i don't know, i guess estrogen exists in my body, but there's some blockage when it gets to my brain? anyways, i don't like it when people make fun of my hair. yes, it's red. no, that doesn't give you the right to call me a firecrotch. because, if you do, i will punch you in the mouth. i like punching people. and if you hangout with me, chances are you're probably going to end up with some kind of bruises. i like to rough house, and i like to break things. i've probably broken around eighteen something bones, but that doesn't stop me. another thing i love is skateboarding. shit, son. that's my life. the feeling you get after pulling off that triple kickflip or even clearing that huge ass gap, is totally like, bliss. it's even better then being faded out of your mind. hmm, what else do i like. i like music. mainly techno. some oldies, like the beatles, but none of that new, movin' my hips like yeah shit. i don't even know what that is. noise? not music. miley whatsherface can go suck a fat one. wait, nevermind. i'm pretty sure twelve year olds sucking a big one is illegal. no, wait. she can go suck a big one. i don't hold grudges, but if i don't like you, i don't like you. there's not much you can really do about it. i mean, unless you talk to me high, i'll probably just ignore you. but if i'm high, i'm probably going to be your best friend. i'm everyone's best friend when i'm high. :] including myself. umm, if you're looking for a place to meet me, i'll probably be kicking back at the skatepark, or off in the streets, pissing off the fatass cops. and at night time, i'll most likely be at a party. i love parties. raves, especially. i can spend all night just listening to the beats of my favorite songs. as stupid as i may seem, i can actually hold an intellectual conversation. but i don't really try to because, let's face it, no one is worth it. i'm a nerd, but i hide it well. i guess you could say i'm a cool skater nerd who smokes pot all the time from time to time. i do like to sing in my free time, and i've been told i'm rather good at it. but i don't like to sing in front of people. i can't be that good. and don't even call me a coward, because i'm not. i'm not afraid of life, and i plan on grasping it by the testicles. just like i did to your boyfriend. oh shit, i forgot something. haha maybe i should put this blunt down. um, i'm not a slut. at all. i don't really know how to act around boys, because i'm usually considered one of the guys. doesn't mean i don't have feelings though. but i push those aside, because who really wants to waste their time with a relationship when you could be skating? boys are stupid anyways. i'm number one here, i'm most important in this world. why? because i love myself. but i don't like how i look. i'm me, and i'm pretty goddamn awesome. "
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.
" okay, so my parents larry and suzanne were high school sweethearts who apparently didn't know how to use condoms. and so i my ho of a mom got her eggo preggo at sixteen. i know right? she should have been on mtv or something. maybe then i'd have more money or something. they pay you to be on it, don't they? anyways, yeah. she dropped out and birthed me through her birthing canal, and i was born on october sixth at five o' clock in the morning. my life wasn't anything cool, i mean, i lived with my struggling parents, who worked off their underpriviledged asses to try and survive. i may not act like i respect them, but i really do. i love my parents. um, i went through life wearing hand me downs and old shoes. i didn't think anything of it though. kept me from being naked. i hung out with the boys a lot because i was stinky and smelly like they were. they didn't judge me because i didn't have the new barbie lunchpail or whatever it was you had to have in grades K - 5. around sixth grade, i started to hang out with the skater boys, who all wore those ripped clothes. them because they had fallen on their skateboards, me because that's all i could afford. but they seemed to believe my stories of wipe outs and stuff. they eventually accepted me, and they even got me my first board, which was a rodney mullen. i believe it was oliver, who actually got me my first board. he said something about being a badass and stealing it, but i'm pretty sure he had his parents buy it for him. ahh. haha. anyways, they taught me everything i know, and i still talk to them to this very day. even though most of them have left me behind, seeing as i'm probably the youngest out of our group. i'm still in high school, but it's my senior year, and it's not too hard. i mean, i show up to all my classes completely gone, so they can't really be all that hard, can they? "
[/justify]you can call me katie. i'm spinning sixteen tracks on my record and i hang out in the atlantic timezone. alrighty, don't hate at me just because i'm using liz lee's face, she falls into the skater dudes. just in case you're looking for me, i also play no one yet. did you hear about the word? ADMIN EDIT is the word. k, let's do this.
this was it. kenny's chance to ask the girl of his dreams out. on christmas. he had been planning it for a while, and he could barely suppress his excitement as he scrambled around the systematic sunrise bus, making sure he appeared perfect. it was completely adorable, the way he rushed from one side of the bus to the other, getting together everything he would need for the night. and oh, the butterflies that were fluttering in his stomach. never in his life had he been so nervous! but then again, he never really asked a girl out, so he was trying his hardest to keep a calm, cool attitude as he got ready for the evening that he was hoping would be perfect. he had liked effie for the longest time, and he had done just about everything to get her to know him, to get her to look at him, even. everything he had dreamed of all came down to tonight. for the first time in his life; he was going to ask a girl out. and it wasn't just any girl. it was effie mae stylls - the girl whom he had admired for forever. the girl he had found himself dreaming about. and here he was, getting ready to take her out.
he had been getting ready for the past hour now, and he had managed to find a fancy black button up shirt - that wasn't severly wrinkled like all the others - along with a pair of darkwash skinny jeans that helped show off his skinny chicken legs. whether or not he should be proud of them; he wasn't too sure. people were always telling him he was too skinny, but there wasn't anything he could really do about it. the kid ate like a horse, and yet he seemed to maintain the same weight. which, was nice in all honesty. and as kenny practically danced around the bus - yeah, he dances when he's excited, k? he kept his eye on the small, black velvet box that sat on his bed, contrasting deeply with the light blue comforter that had been made nicely. so much rested in that box tonight. he would pop the question; which really, could only end in one of two ways. either she'd deny him the priviledge of calling her his, or she'd accept it - allowing him to give her the title of kenny's girlfriend. which was - all in all - a profusely big deal. especially to the boy who had worked so hard for this girl's attention. just the thought of holding her hand made his heart leap. it was amazing how the girl didn't even have to try to give him butterflies. just something about effie mae made his heart beat out of his chest.
and now, as he stood there in front of the mirror, he felt his nerves get the best of him as he looked over his outfit, trying to find any imperfections. everything had to be perfect for tonight. everything. not one hair could be out of place; especially if he wanted the night to go how he - hopefully - planned. the boy had gone out of his way to plan the perfect evening. he had picked out an upscale - and rather expensive - restaurant, as well as a rather nice ring he would of course, get on his knee and propose a relationship with. and if even one thing went off track, the whole night could be ruined. and that was the last thing he wanted to happen. so the tall, eighteen year old ran a hand through his hair one more time before taking a few deep breaths, his anxious brown eyes made their way over to the clock on his table, and his eyes widened as he realized it was about time to pick effie up. quickly, he went into his bathroom and sprayed some cologne - gare told him it was a lady magnent - and then nearly ran out the door, stopping when he was about ten feet away from the systematic sunrise bus. "oh crap." he muttered as he patted himself down, realizing he had forgotten the most important variable to the night. the ring.
as quickly as the lengthy boy could manage, he ran back to the trailer, nearly falling over himself as he stumbled up the steps. frantically, he tore his bed apart, whimpering until he heard a small clunk as the small, velvet box hit the ground. a small squeak escaped his lips as he suddenly stood up, only to result in hitting his head. "owowowowowow" he whined, both of his hands going to the back of his head as he laid there frozen for a few seconds before he slowly crawled out of the bed, sighed as the pain in his head started to recede slowly. and with a small groan, he got up, picking the small box off the ground and tucking it inside his suit pocket. and with that, kenny fender was running out the door, climbing into the freshly washed bmw that he took so much pride in and off to the Hero In Error bus, tapping nervously on the leather steering wheel as the large bus came into view. he pulled next to it slowly, putting the car into park as he climbed out - very careful not to hit his head again - and shut the door behind him and walked up to the bus, knocking on the front door nervously. he was greeted with effie's cheerful voice, making a small grin form on his lips and his stomach to churn with anxiety. it all came down to this.
he waited patiently, listening to the odd noises coming from within the bus as he rocked on his heels back and forth, his hands shoved in his pockets - one of his nervous habits - his eyes nearly glued to the floor. before he knew it, the bus door swung open, revealing a four foot, eleven inched effie, squealing his name as she wrapped her small arms around him in a hug. "ohhh effie!" he laughed, pulling his hands out of his pockets so he could hug her back. he held onto her tight, but then let go once she did, smiling down at her. oh god, she was tiny. but that was just another reason - out of many - why he admired her. he could feel his cheeks get hot as she soaked in his outfit, and he couldn't hide the huge smile on his face. but then he looked at her - and really looked at her - and nearly forgot how to breathe. sure, she always looked beautiful; but tonight... he couldn't even find words to describe how she looked. "effie...you look.. g-gorgeous.." he stuttered, feeling his heart ache for him to just reach out and hold her. he wanted to so badly; never had he ever felt this way. kenny would be happy if all he ever did was hold her hand; just that would make him a very happy man.
as they stood there, looking at each other like a bunch of saps, he shook his head, reality suddenly hitting him like a ton of bricks. her words flowed back into his mind and he grinned down at her. "that's for me to know, and for you to find out, beautiful." he chuckled, poking her nose playfully as he looked over at his car, hoping it looked alright - heck, he hoped HE looked alright. but right about as he was going to suggest they start walking, he felt her small, delicate hand take his and he nearly teared up. yes, it may seem like nothing to anyone else, but kenny was a very sensitive person, and the smallest things could bring tears to his eyes. but he quickly cleared his throat as he interlaced their fingers together, smiling down at her. "oh, i think we are. this night is all about you, effie." he smiled softly as he began walking over to his car, letting go of her hand before opening the door for her. "careful now." he said, obviously not wanting her to hit her head as he had done so many times. ahh, the disadvantages of being so tall.
he quickly walked around the car - trying his best to look calm and collected as he did so - and opened his door, making sure to duck as he climbed in the bmw. he smiled over at her as he started the car up and pulled out of the tour grouds, somewhat happy to be away from all the fans and drama that the consider the sea tour held. it was just going to be him and effie. and he was more then thrilled to have it that way. "so, i hope you're hungry. because the place i picked out has the best food." he grinned as he felt his nerves start to slide away slowly with each passing moment. "i hope you like it." kenny smirked, talking about more then what the small blonde sitting next to him knew about. everything was going perfectly. and as the ride continued, he grew more and more confident that the night would go perfectly and as planned. which made for a happy kenneth. the two made small talk as he drove a little less then an hour away from the tour grounds, pulling into a fancy parking lot that held many valet workers, all trying to find out what car needed to go where. as they pulled up next to the retaraunt, kenny looked over and smiled over at effie, hoping she would approve. hopefully she wouldn't think of it as too fancy. the last thing kenny wanted to do was make her think he was trying too hard. which..he kind of was; but only because he wanted this so badly. he found himself staring at her slightly and laughed, "sorry, seems i just can't take my eyes off you." he admitted before blushing a bit as he put the car in park and nodded at one of the valet workers before looking over at her again. "one minute miss." he joked, ducking out of the car before he rounded it quickly, opening the door for her before handing the keys to the patient valet worker.
"and here we are; the eating room." kenny signaled, nodding his head at the simple - but still elegant - sign, that was decorated with plain lights, reflecting the name for all to see. he held his arm out for her to take and slowly led them inside, where the furnishings were a bit off, but refound and up to date. he walked up to the podium, giving them his name and then smiled over at her as they were led to their table for two, complete with candles in a quiet, reserved setting. he let go of her arm for a second, pulling out her chair for her, not taking his eyes off her as he motioned for her to sit down. after she did, he followed suit and took a seat across from her, sighing in gratitude as he realized his plan was still going as planned. "so, effie. how are you feeling about all this?" he asked, cocking his head to the side slightly as he tried to read her face, only curious as to what the girl of his dreams was thinking at this exact moment in time, where she was; in a romantic setting with him, and only him. he knew that it was going to be a long night; especially if he had the heavy weight of the ring that was sitting inside of his jacket, just begging to be taken out. but he was going to see how things went before he asked. hopefully, she'd make his dreams come true. because, if she did; he knew he would try his hardest to make her the happiest girl in the world.
he had been getting ready for the past hour now, and he had managed to find a fancy black button up shirt - that wasn't severly wrinkled like all the others - along with a pair of darkwash skinny jeans that helped show off his skinny chicken legs. whether or not he should be proud of them; he wasn't too sure. people were always telling him he was too skinny, but there wasn't anything he could really do about it. the kid ate like a horse, and yet he seemed to maintain the same weight. which, was nice in all honesty. and as kenny practically danced around the bus - yeah, he dances when he's excited, k? he kept his eye on the small, black velvet box that sat on his bed, contrasting deeply with the light blue comforter that had been made nicely. so much rested in that box tonight. he would pop the question; which really, could only end in one of two ways. either she'd deny him the priviledge of calling her his, or she'd accept it - allowing him to give her the title of kenny's girlfriend. which was - all in all - a profusely big deal. especially to the boy who had worked so hard for this girl's attention. just the thought of holding her hand made his heart leap. it was amazing how the girl didn't even have to try to give him butterflies. just something about effie mae made his heart beat out of his chest.
and now, as he stood there in front of the mirror, he felt his nerves get the best of him as he looked over his outfit, trying to find any imperfections. everything had to be perfect for tonight. everything. not one hair could be out of place; especially if he wanted the night to go how he - hopefully - planned. the boy had gone out of his way to plan the perfect evening. he had picked out an upscale - and rather expensive - restaurant, as well as a rather nice ring he would of course, get on his knee and propose a relationship with. and if even one thing went off track, the whole night could be ruined. and that was the last thing he wanted to happen. so the tall, eighteen year old ran a hand through his hair one more time before taking a few deep breaths, his anxious brown eyes made their way over to the clock on his table, and his eyes widened as he realized it was about time to pick effie up. quickly, he went into his bathroom and sprayed some cologne - gare told him it was a lady magnent - and then nearly ran out the door, stopping when he was about ten feet away from the systematic sunrise bus. "oh crap." he muttered as he patted himself down, realizing he had forgotten the most important variable to the night. the ring.
as quickly as the lengthy boy could manage, he ran back to the trailer, nearly falling over himself as he stumbled up the steps. frantically, he tore his bed apart, whimpering until he heard a small clunk as the small, velvet box hit the ground. a small squeak escaped his lips as he suddenly stood up, only to result in hitting his head. "owowowowowow" he whined, both of his hands going to the back of his head as he laid there frozen for a few seconds before he slowly crawled out of the bed, sighed as the pain in his head started to recede slowly. and with a small groan, he got up, picking the small box off the ground and tucking it inside his suit pocket. and with that, kenny fender was running out the door, climbing into the freshly washed bmw that he took so much pride in and off to the Hero In Error bus, tapping nervously on the leather steering wheel as the large bus came into view. he pulled next to it slowly, putting the car into park as he climbed out - very careful not to hit his head again - and shut the door behind him and walked up to the bus, knocking on the front door nervously. he was greeted with effie's cheerful voice, making a small grin form on his lips and his stomach to churn with anxiety. it all came down to this.
he waited patiently, listening to the odd noises coming from within the bus as he rocked on his heels back and forth, his hands shoved in his pockets - one of his nervous habits - his eyes nearly glued to the floor. before he knew it, the bus door swung open, revealing a four foot, eleven inched effie, squealing his name as she wrapped her small arms around him in a hug. "ohhh effie!" he laughed, pulling his hands out of his pockets so he could hug her back. he held onto her tight, but then let go once she did, smiling down at her. oh god, she was tiny. but that was just another reason - out of many - why he admired her. he could feel his cheeks get hot as she soaked in his outfit, and he couldn't hide the huge smile on his face. but then he looked at her - and really looked at her - and nearly forgot how to breathe. sure, she always looked beautiful; but tonight... he couldn't even find words to describe how she looked. "effie...you look.. g-gorgeous.." he stuttered, feeling his heart ache for him to just reach out and hold her. he wanted to so badly; never had he ever felt this way. kenny would be happy if all he ever did was hold her hand; just that would make him a very happy man.
as they stood there, looking at each other like a bunch of saps, he shook his head, reality suddenly hitting him like a ton of bricks. her words flowed back into his mind and he grinned down at her. "that's for me to know, and for you to find out, beautiful." he chuckled, poking her nose playfully as he looked over at his car, hoping it looked alright - heck, he hoped HE looked alright. but right about as he was going to suggest they start walking, he felt her small, delicate hand take his and he nearly teared up. yes, it may seem like nothing to anyone else, but kenny was a very sensitive person, and the smallest things could bring tears to his eyes. but he quickly cleared his throat as he interlaced their fingers together, smiling down at her. "oh, i think we are. this night is all about you, effie." he smiled softly as he began walking over to his car, letting go of her hand before opening the door for her. "careful now." he said, obviously not wanting her to hit her head as he had done so many times. ahh, the disadvantages of being so tall.
he quickly walked around the car - trying his best to look calm and collected as he did so - and opened his door, making sure to duck as he climbed in the bmw. he smiled over at her as he started the car up and pulled out of the tour grouds, somewhat happy to be away from all the fans and drama that the consider the sea tour held. it was just going to be him and effie. and he was more then thrilled to have it that way. "so, i hope you're hungry. because the place i picked out has the best food." he grinned as he felt his nerves start to slide away slowly with each passing moment. "i hope you like it." kenny smirked, talking about more then what the small blonde sitting next to him knew about. everything was going perfectly. and as the ride continued, he grew more and more confident that the night would go perfectly and as planned. which made for a happy kenneth. the two made small talk as he drove a little less then an hour away from the tour grounds, pulling into a fancy parking lot that held many valet workers, all trying to find out what car needed to go where. as they pulled up next to the retaraunt, kenny looked over and smiled over at effie, hoping she would approve. hopefully she wouldn't think of it as too fancy. the last thing kenny wanted to do was make her think he was trying too hard. which..he kind of was; but only because he wanted this so badly. he found himself staring at her slightly and laughed, "sorry, seems i just can't take my eyes off you." he admitted before blushing a bit as he put the car in park and nodded at one of the valet workers before looking over at her again. "one minute miss." he joked, ducking out of the car before he rounded it quickly, opening the door for her before handing the keys to the patient valet worker.
"and here we are; the eating room." kenny signaled, nodding his head at the simple - but still elegant - sign, that was decorated with plain lights, reflecting the name for all to see. he held his arm out for her to take and slowly led them inside, where the furnishings were a bit off, but refound and up to date. he walked up to the podium, giving them his name and then smiled over at her as they were led to their table for two, complete with candles in a quiet, reserved setting. he let go of her arm for a second, pulling out her chair for her, not taking his eyes off her as he motioned for her to sit down. after she did, he followed suit and took a seat across from her, sighing in gratitude as he realized his plan was still going as planned. "so, effie. how are you feeling about all this?" he asked, cocking his head to the side slightly as he tried to read her face, only curious as to what the girl of his dreams was thinking at this exact moment in time, where she was; in a romantic setting with him, and only him. he knew that it was going to be a long night; especially if he had the heavy weight of the ring that was sitting inside of his jacket, just begging to be taken out. but he was going to see how things went before he asked. hopefully, she'd make his dreams come true. because, if she did; he knew he would try his hardest to make her the happiest girl in the world.
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