Post by paul on Mar 7, 2009 14:27:44 GMT -6
Paul Lexington
DO THE HELEN KELLER AND TALK WITH YOUR HIPS[/color][/font][/center]
"Well, my name is Paul Jared Lexington...no real story behind it, I don't think. I'm pretty sure my parents just liked the name, and so they gave it to me? I like to go by Paulie, anyway...well, only by my friends."
AWESOME! SO ARE YOU MALE OR FEMALE? OR SOMETHING ELSE? YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO SURE NOWADAYS..
"Contrary to popular belief I'm male."
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
"I'm twenty years young, as of December."
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
"I was born right here in Maine, in a hospital, at 3 AM-ish, on December 5th. Or so my momma says."
NOW MOVING ONTO WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE. HOW TALL ARE YOU, AND IF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING, HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?
"How tall am I? I'm pretty damn tall. 6'5, no joke, man. As for how much I weigh...that's extremely rude! I don't like to talk about my weight, especially not to complete strangers. What's your name again?"
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU MOSTLY INTO: GUYS, GIRLS OR BOTH?
"I'm into both! Well, girls a bit more than guys, but only a bit. I feel like I've known since forever...but I started "experimenting" with guys at the age of, like, fourteen? Why does it really matter, you know? As long as I'm happy with my sexuality you should be too, random person asking questions."
WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
"What am I good at? Don't get me started. I'm amazing at cutting hair, I've cut my own since I was old enough to hold a pair of scissors. Ditto with dying hair. I'm also, like, really good at monopoly...seriously. I think I'm the only person who doesn't cheat at that game. I'm pretty damn good at cooking, if I do say so myself. Well, only at cooking sweets...but I'm trying to lay off the sweets. Don't want us to get fat, now do we? I'm also pretty good at making people laugh, I think. Although they're usually just laughing at me. Oh, god, the list could go on, but I don't want to bore you with how amazing I am..."
COOL. WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"I like to think I'm good at everything...but it's not exactly true. I'll admit it, I'm absolutely horrible at being honest. Not, like, not lying to regular people, I mean in relationships. I think I really like someone, then I date them, and I realize I don't like them that much, and I end up lying and cheating hurting them and hurting me and it all ends up being one big gooey mess. I'm also not good at anything to do with letters...reading, writing, nothing. But it's not my fault, okay? My teachers said I have a learning disability."
AWW, THAT SUCKS. WHAT DO YOU LIKE?"
"I like...boys! and girls! Really, I just like flirting, and going on dates, and sex, and anything to do with...well...not love exactly. Lust, maybe? I don't know. I also like baking...like cakes and shit. And hair dye! Although I mostly just stick with my blue hair these days. Also, I like the looks I get from people...the ones that plainly state "is he crazy?". I mostly get hem cause of my hair dye, I think, but I really like them. Maybe I'm a bit of an attention hog? I don't know."
I LIKE SOME OF THOSE THINGS TOO! WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE?
"What do I dislike?! Um...staying inside for too long. Or having to sit still for two long! Both are like, torture, or something. I hate it, I hate it! I like being outside, or running around, or jumping, or talking. not that I'm very energetic, I just hate being cooped up. I also hate being told what to do, I always have, even as a little kid, my mum says. And blankets! I never sleep with blankets. I just crank the heat up, baby."
I SEE. WHAT ARE SOME OF THE THINGS THAT YOU FEAR?
"Um, I really fear every single one of my exes. I've hurt them a lot, man, they probably all want to kill me. I think it's a rationall fear, don't you? I also fear fuckin' snakes. Yeah I know, I'm a pansy, but they're gross! All skaley and smiley lookin' even though they're not slimey! It confuses me. I hate snakes."
WHAT ABOUT THE FUTURE, DO YOU HAVE ANY HOPES AND DREAMS?"
"Nope! I have no hopes or dreams. I never wanna leave the town, and I don't want to get a job, or move out of my parents house. I know I'm never gonna get married...who would want to marry me? haha. Well...okay, I'll confess, I think it would be amazing to find someone that I can actually love without having to hurt...but I don't think it's gonna happen..."
GOOD LUCK WITH THOSE! OKAY, SO I LIKE ABIT OF GOSSIP. DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS? I WON'T TELL ANYONE.
"Secrets? I'm sure I have a ton. Um...lets think of a juicy one...how about the fact that when I first came out of the closet I only did it for the attention? Well, yeah, I really did like guys, I had for years, but I really just saw one of my friends getting more attention to me, so I admitted to my gayness. and I liked the attention, too, even if a lot of it was negative. Oh, you want a better one? How about this...I got accepted into Harvard, but I threw away the letter, and decided to skip college. No one knows about that...I don't think. Well, except the people who sent it, and whoever else."
WOW. TELL ME A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOUR PERSONALITY. I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE LIKE AS A PERSON.
"My personality? I think I'd say I'm a pretty cool guy. I'm very self confident, and maybe a little cocky. I'm definitely a big fat liar, but don't hold it against me! I don't have a temper at all, I don't think, cause I can't get mad really easily...actually, I hardly ever get mad at all."
WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"Huh. Well. For guys, I really like them to be manish...like, manish lookin'. If I want to date a guy I don't want them to be a lookin' like a drag queen..that's my job! haha, kiddin'. But seriously, no Jeffree Star's for me. And as for girls I absolutely love red or brown hair. Red hair is great paired with a pair of big green eyes. Not much of a blonde guy, but they're okay sometimes. And bright colors are always good. Oh, wait, personality? Uh...well...funny-ness is key. I need someone who can put up with my shit, as well. So a funny person who'll put up with my shit is great."
WELL I GUESS THAT PUTS ME OUT OF THE RUNNING. WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE IN A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
"Hmmm...I can't stand guys, or girls, who are all serious! Well, as friends, sure, but not for datin'. And, as said before, I wouldn't date a guy who looked like a girl. No way, no how. And I don't like slutty chicks...or guys. I mean, am I not slutty enough for all of us? God. Haha, kiddin', I'm not slutty. Trailor trash is also a big No, though. and Eyebrow piercings are usually a no, unless the person can actually pull it off...but, um, they usually can't."
OKAY, WELL I'M GOING TO ASK WHAT SOME OF YOUR FAVOURITES ARE NOW, OKAY?
"Sweet. Dooo it."
FAVOURITE FOOD & DRINK?
"Salad and Lemon water FTW."
FAVOURITE MOVIE & TV SHOW?
"Movie? Little Miss Sunshine. TV Show? I don't watch TV, man. Poisons the mind."
FAVOURITE BAND/SINGER?
"Ludo! I love singin' their songs in the shower."
FAVOURITE COLOUR?
"ORANGE. It makes me smile."
FAVOURITE LYRIC OR QUOTE?
"Love me cancerously, like a salt sore soaked in the sea, high maintinance means you're a gutless machine, narcicstic and mean"
THAT WAS FUN. TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR PARENTS.
"My parents are pretty damn cool. They grew up in London, and they both have kick ass accents. My moms name is Victoria...I call her mom, though. And my dad is named Patrick, he's a writer. Yeah, he sells lotsa books or whatever, I guess."
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
"Only my sweet little Jenny! Haha, she's my sister, she's like...a year and a half younger than me? I guess we get along okay."
TELL ME ABOUT A REALLY GOOD TIME IN YOUR LIFE.
"Hmmm...memory...memory...let me see...when I met Emily, I guess. Emily was probably the closest I ever really got to love. I met her in a Summer vacation over at England. We dated for the two weeks I was there, and I actually didn't cheat on her or anything...but we obviously had to break up. Long distance things never work...and I haven't talked to her in years."
THAT SOUNDS AWESOME. WHAT ABOUT A NOT-SO-GOOD TIME ON YOUR LIFE?
"ugh...I don't want to talk about it, but I guess I gotta. The time I actually found out a girl was cheatin' on me. It was just horrible...I mean, i was cheating on her, too, but it's just a horrible feeling. But I guess I know how they feel when I do it now. Haha. Anyway, I found out about the whole thing at a party...ugh. I refuse to say any more."
OH DEAR. I THINK THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER NOW. HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU THAT YOU LOOK ALIKE LIKE KAIDEN BLAKE? COS YOU REALLY DO. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.
"..he just be a stud muffin, like myself, then."
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Elizabeth
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 sixteen YEARS OLD
AND NOT ONLY THAT, BUT ONLY HAS 1.5 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 Eastern TIMEZONE. HOWEVER, THAT'S ONLY IF YOU
CAN PROVE TO ME THAT YOU'LL BE WORTH MY TIME.
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Will it kill me to breathe?
Not as easy as you think it is
Between you and me,
I could fake it if I have to
Not as easy as you think it is
Between you and me,
I could fake it if I have to
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Cherry had been having a fairly horrible day. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration. It hadn't been horrible, no, not really, it had just been horribly boring. When she woke up that morning the sky was gray...which was always a damper for Cherry. She loved blue skies, the kind with big fluffy white clouds, and the winter was just like one big season of let downs for her. With the cold weather, the chilly air, and the snow. Oh, how she hated the snow. It was beautiful, sure, she had to admit that. So white, and clear, and more perfect than most things on earth...until it got trampled all over. But it was also cold. Cherry liked cool weather, somewhere in the fifties, or sixties. Spring and Autumn were her favorite seasons because of that. She loved the rain, but only when the skies were blue. The sunshine-y rains that only happened once in a blue moon. Those were her favorites.
When she woke up that morning she prepared for her day as normal. It was, after all, just another day. She showered, threw her clothes on, hardly paying attention to what she was wearing, picked out her clothes, put on her make-up, then did her hair. All in all it only took about an hour, and the shoe thing probably took the longest. Either that or the make-up. She didn't care so much about her hair, or the actual clothes. Her hair was naturally straight, and she had been cutting it herself since she was old enough to hold a pair of scissors. As long as it was freshly cut, and not too messy, she didn't usually touch it. Unless, of course, she was in the mood for dying it. But for the time being she was content with her orange hair...not too bright of an orange, but not too dull, either.
She went about her day normally, just as usual. She only had a few classes, and then lunch, and then the rest of the day to do what she wanted to. The only problem was she didn't really know what she wanted to do. But she was a few minutes late for class, and didn't really want to get yelled at, so she figured she'd find something to do after she was done being tortured with lecture's, and such...if she didn't have too much home work to do. Which, she knew she probably would. Collage was a lot harder than she had been expecting it to be.
However, she was surprised by hardly having any homework, or anything to study for. Which was good in it's own way, but bad as well. Because it meant she wouldn't have anything to do. Just as she was pondering what she could do her stomach rumbled, and she knew before she got around to doing anything she'd need to find something to eat. Of course the first place that popped into her mind was McDonald's, her favorite restaurant. She could actually eat there without complaining about the calories as A) she only went there about once a month and B) she was fine with her body. She knew she didn't have many curves, but that was a good thing in it's own way, at least she wasn't fat.
She drove there in her old beat up red convertible she saved up for a year for back in High School. Only once she knew she had enough money for collage, of course. She didn't really care that it wasn't the best looking car ever, it drove, and she'd never had any troubles with it. She got out of it, patted the hood, dropped her keys in her pocket, and walked inside. Unlike most girls she didn't carry a purse around to keep her money in. Instead she kept it all in her pockets. Sometimes it fell out and she lost a few bucks, and sometimes she forgot it was in her pockets, and went around thinking she was poor until she found a hundred dollar bill in her jacket pocket. She liked never knowing exactly how much money she had.
She waited in line, glancing at the menu, despite the fact that she knew what she was getting. The same thing she always got every time she went there. Everything off the dollar menu, of course. It was cheaper, and it tasted just as good. Once the line had disappeared and she was next up she looked at the worker in a way which clearly stated she wasn't going to be polite. She never was, and yet she expected everyone to be polite to her... "Can I have a Mc chicken sandwich, root beer, and some fries?" There was no please, but the worker didn't think about it twice. He'd seen her there a few times before and knew she wasn't very polite.
Once her food arrived she took it, without a thank you, and sat down at a booth. The kind that were clearly meant for four people, not one, but she didn't care. It was far more comfortable than any chair. She unwrapped her sand which, took the top off, and stuffed a few fries in it, before putting the top back on. She took a small bite, then put it down and took a drink of her soda, looking around the place silently. She hated eating all alone, but she didn't really have anyone else to eat with. She felt so awkward.
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lyrics: Thick as thieves - Dashboard Confessional.
THIS APP WAS MADE BY LE DISKO ?! OF CAUTION 2.0 SO DON'T REMOVE CREDIT.
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.
