Post by THEO JACOB STOKER on Mar 29, 2009 14:35:20 GMT -6
Theodore Jacob Stoker
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"My name is Theodore Jacob Stoker. I hate it. Just call me Theo or Tj, although I haven’t been called Tj since I was a boy. My mom named me after my grandfather, although I don’t like to admit it since I’ve never actually met the guy. The Jacob is after my father. & Stoker… well that’s the family surname, which I don’t mind too much! "
AWESOME! SO ARE YOU MALE OR FEMALE? OR SOMETHING ELSE? YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO SURE NOWADAYS..
"I am 100% male. I can prove it if you like?"
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
"I am nineteen years old. My birthday is February the 14th. Which, if you didn’t already know is Valentines day, so I usually get extra special gifts… if you know what I mean."
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
"Originally I am from New York, although I only spent seven years of my childhood there. My parents are lawyers, and own their own firm there. My dad took ill when I was about six and a half… he had a heart attack, so my parents both decided that it was time to move somewhere a little more quiet. So they chose Maine. So we moved here when I was seven. At first it sucked, but I often spent holidays in NY, so I got to see some of my old friends. My mom and didn’t really like the quietness of the village so he kept an apartment in NY and stayed there an awful lot, and left me at home with my grandma. When I was about 15 she died, so I pretty much managed to live alone and look after myself; with the help of a live in maid. Now I’m eighteen; I have an apartment here & my parents live in house in NY; just to make things more confusing.”
NOW MOVING ONTO WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE. HOW TALL ARE YOU, AND IF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING, HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?
"I am about 6ft2” give or take an inch or so… its not often I measure my height, but I’d say I was about that. I’m not skinny, and I wouldn’t class myself as muscular; but I work out a few times a week and do weights; so my body is pretty toned if I do say so myself! I have a shaven head; and dark brown hair naturally- but I think I look ridiculous with hair, so it’s been shaven now for a while. I like to say I have tanned skin, but its not so much tanned but not pale white either. I have blue eyes; which my mom often describes as cold, but I’ve had quite a few compliments about them in the past so they cant be all that bad. I hate my nose. I wont go into detail. And my lips are pretty much normal. I have no idea how much I weigh; don’t believe in scales, causes too many problems. I like to wear jeans & tees, and just whatever happens to catch my eyes in the shops. I have 6 tattoos; randomly placed on my upper body; chest back and arms. The first of which I got done when I was intoxicated."
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU MOSTLY INTO: GUYS, GIRLS OR BOTH?
"I am 100% straight. I live for girls. Not literally, but I definitely have roving eyes. I like all types of girls; but especially the hot ones."
WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
"I think I am good at making people laugh, I have a particularly dry sarcastic sense of humour. I know how to have a good time- party animal! I am a very talented artist; but my parents don’t want me to pursue it. I am a good listener & I can definitely keep a secret. I am a good friend, and I am very good at snowboarding although I have only done it once. But this also makes me a good surfer. "
COOL. WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"I’m not so good at sticking in at my studies, pleasing my parents, resisting temptation, being honest to girls, talking about my emotions or feelings, accepting criticism, keeping the apartment clean. I suck at fishing. I suck at anything which requires you to actually stick at it and get better. "
AWW, THAT SUCKS. WHAT DO YOU LIKE?"
"My favourite things are drawing, painting, taking photos and designing things; in no particular order. I like dating & all the things that come with that. I like girls, flirting, and parties. I like watching a good film with some good food on my sofa to cure my hangover when I really should be doing something else. I like driving & working out- I am addicted to the gym."
I LIKE SOME OF THOSE THINGS TOO! WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE?
"I hate early mornings and hangovers- and a combination of both is the worst. I hate liars and I hate girls that lie. I hate it when I cant have what I want. I don’t like it if I order a take away and they deliver the wrong thing. I cant stand it when my parents drop by to see how I am getting on. I hate the fact my parents are trying to push me into law. I don’t like my sister dating. Oh yeah I hate that my seventeen year old sister actually goes to parties and wont stay wrapped in cotton wool. I hate failing."
I SEE. WHAT ARE SOME OF THE THINGS THAT YOU FEAR?
"I’m worried about my sister; that she’ll get in trouble one of these days, so much that I cant get her out of it.
I’m scared that one day I’ll become a father.
Believe it or not I’m scared of drowning- but no one knows that"
WHAT ABOUT THE FUTURE, DO YOU HAVE ANY HOPES AND DREAMS?"
"I’m a total dreamer. And my dreams change everyday. I’m the type of guy who wants to conquer the world but wont move off his ass to do it. I will probably end up taking over the law firm and doing just as my parents wish, but I really wanna be an artist. I'm in my first year of college now so hopefully law will be okay right?"
GOOD LUCK WITH THOSE! OKAY, SO I LIKE ABIT OF GOSSIP. DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS? I WON'T TELL ANYONE.
"Occasionally I may dapple in the odd recreational pill… my family would freak out if they found out. So keep it a secret please. "
WOW. TELL ME A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOUR PERSONALITY. I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LIKE AS A PERSON.
"Humorous- I like to make people laugh, and I’m not scared to laugh at myself. I usually laugh when I’m not supposed to; which can often get me in trouble.
Sarcastic- It should be my middle name. Not many people really get my sarcasm, but it’s probably the only word that sums me up.
Loving- I can be really loving, especially to my friends who are girls. I treat girls well, and even though I have a bit of a reputation; I don’t like to use girls.
Sensitive- Although I come across as the guys guy, a joker, whatever it is you want to call me, I do have feelings & sometimes those feelings can get hurt. Not that I show it very often but still.
Manipulative- Unfortunately, I have a bit of a nasty side to me which usually shows up when I don’t get my way. I hate being humiliated and I make sure I get my revenge. I can be quite manipulative at times and this usually helps me get what I want.
Selfish- I live alone, and have always had things handed to me on a plate. The only person who I put before myself is my little sister. Well she’s seventeen so she’s not exactly little. My selfishness often effects my relationships in that, I’m usually never satisfied easily and I’ll do what I need to do to make myself happy.
Easy going- probably too easy going. You either love me or hate me. I don’t try and suck up to people, but I am a good charmer and I am able to use my charms and my easy going personality to make my life as easy as possible."
WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"I love a girl with a hot body and a beautiful smile. I love blue eyes. Girls who aren’t scared to make a fool of themselves and have a laugh."
WELL I GUESS THAT PUTS ME OUT OF THE RUNNING. WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"I hate it when girls love themselves more than me… I’m not really into girls who act differently in front of your friends. I hate girls who have horrible teeth."
OKAY, WELL I'M GOING TO ASK WHAT SOME OF YOUR FAVOURITES ARE NOW, OKAY?
"Okay, my favourites… my favourite thing about a girl is the way she is able to tease with her lips then pull away so I cant resist."
FAVOURITE FOOD & DRINK?
"I love pasta & pizza. Proper Italian food. My favourite soft drink is apple juice, but alcoholic… give me a Corona with lime & a sambucca shot ; that’ll get the party started."
FAVOURITE MOVIE & TV SHOW?
"I don’t know really… um… I guess my favourite movie would have to be The Godfather. It rocks. TV… well I don’t really watch much TV; but I’d just say the sports channels & maybe those channels which come on when everyone’s asleep which my mom would not approve of."
FAVOURITE BAND/SINGER?
"Kings of Leon & Foo Fighters. Without a doubt they are amazing!"
FAVOURITE COLOUR?
"Blue of course… the colour of my eyes"
FAVOURITE LYRIC OR QUOTE?
" All alone not by myself;
Another girl bad for my health."
THAT WAS FUN. TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR PARENTS.
"My father is Jacob Theodore Stoker; he is a lawyer and he has heart problems. My mom is Delilah Stoker, she is also a lawyer and my mom is all about her status; and I think she likes to drink a bit too much… that’s probably where I get it from."
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
"Yeah, I have a sister. Madeline. She’d go wild if she knew I called her that, she gets Maddie or Mads, she’s seventeen. Were quite close. She lives in my apartment block, but she has her own apartment."
TELL ME ABOUT A REALLY GOOD TIME IN YOUR LIFE.
"When I was 15 just before my grandma died. Me and my sister came home from school. It was dark outside and the house was dark too. There were lots of candles lit and we thought the power must have gone out. It was my birthday; I thought everyone had forgot, but when we opened the living room door, gran jumped out; turned the lights on and there were all my friends; it was a surprise pool party; organised by my gran of all people! Totally awesome."
THAT SOUNDS AWESOME. WHAT ABOUT A NOT-SO-GOOD TIME ON YOUR LIFE?
"When I came home from school, a week after the above memory. Mads had something on after school, so it was just me. I opened the door like any other day, and found my grandma dead at the bottom of the stairs. She’d slipped and snapped her neck… she’d lay there all day in her own blood. I cried for days & had to see a psychiatrist afterwards. It was awful."
OH DEAR. I THINK THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER NOW. HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU THAT YOU LOOK ALIKE LIKE Wentworth Miller? COS YOU REALLY DO. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.
"Really? Cool. Nope no one ever said that."
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WANTS TO LOVE ME WOO OOH, WILL NEVER LEAVE ME WOO OOH
DON'T TRUST A HO, NEVER TRUST A HO, WON'T TRUST A HO
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HOWEVER, SHE HAPPENS TO BE ONLY 18 YEARS OLD
AND NOT ONLY THAT, BUT ONLY HAS 3 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE WITH THIS.
IF I CHANGE MY MIND I'LL BE SURE TO CONTACT YOU ON PM
TO HIT YOU UP IN THE UK TIMEZONE. HOWEVER, THAT'S ONLY IF YOU
CAN PROVE TO ME THAT YOU'LL BE WORTH MY TIME.
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The clock ticked, every second seemed like an hour, and at one point she could have sworn time stopped all together. The white clinical walls and that smell of alcohol gel and disinfectant was something you had to get used to, spending so much time here. It was a bizarre world, one full of false hope and smiles that would fade as soon as you turned your head. Words of pleasantness; but there was nothing pleasant about being here. Nothing at all. The people sat in their beds and chairs, caught up in their own thoughts, some chatting idley making pointless conversation about topics they weren't even interested in. Just something to pass the time. Something to take their mind off the IV line that was stuck into their vein, feeding their body with a substance they needed to survive. The substances came in all colours and consistencies, and today Paige's happened to be that of blood.
It was the boredom that drove her mad. The other younger people; they had family surrounding or friends, some even had partners. But Paige, she was always alone. She was sat in the leather seat watching the people around her, wondering which one would die first, hoping it wouldn't be her. But cancer was a waiting game, and she knew first hand how to play. She'd brought a couple of magazines, and a brief that she'd been given for a shoot next week. She'd flicked through them a few times but she couldn't focus. She glanced around; her cold stare landing on a woman leaving a cubical, tears streaming down her cheeks, an older man with his arm around her. She sighed deeply. There was so much misery in the treatment block of the Haemotology Unit. At least she was pleased she wasn't being treated in the cancer bit of the hospital. Haemotology disguised your disease slightly; it just indicated you had dodgy blood... or at least that's what Paige told herself.
She stood up slowly, feeling slightly dizzy as a rush of blood went to her head. She steadied herself and began to walk slowly toward the exit; she needed some fresh air. A nurse dressed in white smiled. Paige smiled back. It was such a false routine; they were all used to her now, and she was getting a dab hand at blood transfusions. When she first started coming she had to lie down, now she walked and she was usually okay. She got in the elevator and went to the ground floor, making her way to the main entrance. It was cold out, and she knew she shouldn't go outside with the blood; it would probably freeze or go too cold and it wouldn't work. So she stood looking outside, watching the chaos as the ambulance pulled in, waiting, and hoping something would make her smile.
It was the boredom that drove her mad. The other younger people; they had family surrounding or friends, some even had partners. But Paige, she was always alone. She was sat in the leather seat watching the people around her, wondering which one would die first, hoping it wouldn't be her. But cancer was a waiting game, and she knew first hand how to play. She'd brought a couple of magazines, and a brief that she'd been given for a shoot next week. She'd flicked through them a few times but she couldn't focus. She glanced around; her cold stare landing on a woman leaving a cubical, tears streaming down her cheeks, an older man with his arm around her. She sighed deeply. There was so much misery in the treatment block of the Haemotology Unit. At least she was pleased she wasn't being treated in the cancer bit of the hospital. Haemotology disguised your disease slightly; it just indicated you had dodgy blood... or at least that's what Paige told herself.
She stood up slowly, feeling slightly dizzy as a rush of blood went to her head. She steadied herself and began to walk slowly toward the exit; she needed some fresh air. A nurse dressed in white smiled. Paige smiled back. It was such a false routine; they were all used to her now, and she was getting a dab hand at blood transfusions. When she first started coming she had to lie down, now she walked and she was usually okay. She got in the elevator and went to the ground floor, making her way to the main entrance. It was cold out, and she knew she shouldn't go outside with the blood; it would probably freeze or go too cold and it wouldn't work. So she stood looking outside, watching the chaos as the ambulance pulled in, waiting, and hoping something would make her smile.
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THE LYRICS ARE FROM THE SONG 'DON'T TRUST ME' BY THE LOVELY 3OH!3.
THE LYRICS ARE FROM THE SONG 'DON'T TRUST ME' BY THE LOVELY 3OH!3.
