Post by trent zachritz on Jun 2, 2009 16:46:23 GMT -5
trent alexander zachritz ,
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[/font]I SWEAR I'VE SEEN YOU BEFORE. REMIND ME, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?------ My name is Trent Alexander Zachritz. I know it doesn't quite roll off the tongue, but hey, I'm not complaining. I don't know what the hell was going through my mother's head whenever she picked the name Trent. It's not common at all. It's not like it's a bad name or anything, just... different. Anyway, I'm sure I actually do know what was going through my mother's head. 'Why the fuck am I going to raise this little boy when he was a mistake?' Oh, mother. Anyway, Alexander is my father's name. I haven't met the guy, but mom says he's the most wonderful man on earth and that I should have part of his name in reference to him. So I guess that's why I have the middle name Alexander. To be quite honest, I'd much rather go by Alex than Trent any day. Trent just sounds like a hobo's name to me. It sounds like you'd find me on the corner with a dirty coat and blanket, begging for change. I'm not dirty, I'm not poor, and I'm definitely not a hobo. Zachritz makes me think of rich people. Well, I guess you could call my family rich.. anyway, I really don't know the meaning of it. No one has ever really asked me, so I haven't had the chance to look it up. I'll get back to you on that one. But anyway, don't call me by my full name. Just call me Trent.
YOU'VE GOT ME WONDERING. HOW MANY CANDLES DID YOU BLOW OUT ON YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY CAKE?
------ Seventeen. I was born on February 4, 1992. There's nothing really special about it, accept for the fact that my dad wasn't there. I don't think that's really significant.[/font]
YOU LOOK FAMILIAR. HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL AT ALL?
------ I go to Stewart Academy. I didn't chose to go here, but my mother said it would make me gain class, or maybe it would make me stop having sex. Nothing will stop me from finding a great woman to bang. It's just a school. Sure it's monitored, but it can't be that monitored. I don't really like it here. I'd much rather be back in Maryland drinking whatever I can.[/font]
I HAVE A PRYING QUESTION. WHAT ARE YOU MORE INTO, GALS OR GUYS?
------ I guess you could call me bi-questioning or curious or whatever. I'm not even sure. I mean, I love girls. It's obvious. But then again there's something about the male that just makes me wonder if I'd ever want to be in a relationship with one. Then when I think about it I get all sick and I don't think I would. I don't know, I guess I'd have to try it with a guy first, haha.
NOW ON TO THE FUN STUFF. GOT ANY HOBBIES OR PASTIMES?
------ I'm pretty much a really big bookworm. I'd never let people know that though. I find reading really enjoyable, and when I'm not out with my friends you'll probably find me in my room curled up with a book and a smoke. It's really a dangerous combination. I wouldn't want to catch the book on fire, which I've done before. I was reading and just didn't pay attention to where I was moving the cigarette. It really sucked, because it was a library book. Explaining how the book caught on fire to the librarian was a trip. She just laughed at me and told me to pay for it. No big deal, right? Anyway, I don't like reading stupid stuff like Twilight and whatnot. There's no action in it. It's all based on a relationship, which is great, but where's the suspense? I didn't find that stupid teeny bopper book suspenseful or worth reading the rest of the series. I did anyway, just so I didn't seem stupid if someone started to ask me what it was about.[/font]
I love to drink. No, not soft drinks, milk and juice, I mean liquor, usually hard liquor. I don't mind drinking the occassional beer, but I'd do anything to get my hands on some Jack Daniels. It's probably one of the hardest liquors around, even though I'm not quite sure. My drinking has got me into trouble before, but that never stops me. Some people would call me an alcoholic, though I wouldn't go that far. It's not like I'm a casual drinker, but I'm not addicted. You don't always see me with a Miller Lite can or anything. I'm not into that shit. Drinking 24/7 can really fuck you up. I don't want to be fucked up like all my friends back in Maryland. It's going to happen because of the trouble I've already got myself into. I can't really change the fact that my future is completely screwed thanks to drinking. I can't stop either. Maybe I am an alcoholic in that case.
I'm not sure if you'd call this a hobby, but the time that I get to spend with my little girl Annie is probably the happiest part of my life. One of my good friends Jenna and I got so wasted the first time I had let my lips touch a bottle of alcohol, that we had sex. I wasn't a virgin, but she was. I didn't even think to slip on a stupid condom or ask her if she was on the pill. I didn't love Jenna, she was just a friend. She was a casual friend that I hung out with from time to time. I was only 15, but I had had plenty of sex before. The poor girl got pregnant. I'm usually the type to bail on a girl if I get her pregnant. Hell, I might have other children out there in the world. But anyway, Jenna was different. She was a good friend of mine and I wasn't going to leave my friend in a bind. So I agreed to play a part in the child's life. I never knew that being a part of Annie's life was going to be so difficult. Since we were teenage parents, Jenna's mother didn't necessarily want me in Jenna or Annie's life. Somehow, Jenna's mother not only convinced Jenna, but her entire family that I shouldn't be in the baby's life, mainly because we were both drunk at the time and I 'took advantage of her'. I beg to differ. I didn't take advantage of Jenna. We were both drunk. Meaning both of us have faults in this baby's life.
It took awhile to convince Jenna to let me see Annie, and the second the newborn baby was placed in my arms I knew I wanted to be a part of her. Her little chocolate brown eyes were sparkling up at me, and that toothless grin had me hooked. She's the most beautiful girl in the world. I love spending time with her. I get to see her on Thursday evenings and Sundays. Of course, I don't let people see that I miss her. I miss holding the toddler in my arms, throwing her up in the air, pushing her on the swings, and just being a father in general. She's not really a hobby, she's more like my life.
NOW, TELL ME ALL ABOUT WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY. WHAT DO YOU LIKE?
------ Annabelle Caitlin George, drinking, alcohol, cigarettes, books, poetry, talking, sex, and lots of it, parties, staying up late, omelettes, breakfast food, sunglasses, rain, clean shave, cell phones, winnie the pooh (shh), watching annie overnight, hamburgers, being called daddy.[/font]
WHAT ABOUT THE STUFF THAT DOESN'T. WHAT DON'T YOU LIKE?
------ abuse, lost parents, nailpolish, vegetables, not getting to see annie on specified days, diet soda, light beer, fear, dark, computers, school work, pittsburgh, the academy, milk, being held responsible for my actions.[/font]
I KNOW THIS IS HARD, BUT WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN TEN YEARS?
------ I'm not really sure what I want to be when I grow up. I need to quit saying that, because I'll be grown up in less than a year. I kind of just want to chill out, maybe get a part time job. My mother has money to help me out for now. I see myself as a father. I want to be more involved in Annie's life. She is after all my own flesh and blood, I should be able to see her more than twice a week. Even though Jenna and I aren't as close as I'd like us to be, I'll push everything aside for that little girl. I love her.[/font]
TELL ME ALL ABOUT THE STUFF THAT GETS YOU SCARED OR ANNOYED, I'D REALLY LIKE TO KNOW.
------ I'm really afraid that I'll never settle down and create a life for myself. I love the party scene and drinking, meaning I kind of need money for that. I'm afraid I'll never get into a committed relationship, and I really want to. I want to get married some day, I just don't know how to find the right girl that will put up with all of my crap. I don't think a chick digs an alcoholic with a two year old daughter and some major issues. Most girls just want a boy who will tell them they love them and do what they want. I think I can do that.
The future scares me too, mainly because I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. I think I just want to skip University all together, and I know it's a bad idea, but I don't want to waste my time getting more education. There are plenty of careers I can pursue in without a degree, right? Even if there's not, I still don't really plan on going to University. So I guess I'm scared.
I really hate when people chew on the top of their straws. I don't even know why, it just makes me cringe and want to get the person a new straw. I don't do it myself, and I find it really disgusting. It puts more backwash into your drink, which is another thing I really don't like. It's just gross to think that there's saliva floating around in my drink. I may never drink from a straw again. I mean if you watch yourself drink from a straw, you'll see it. You take a drink, the drink gets into the straw, and then you see it go back down into the cup. It's disgusting.
Another thing I hate is when people hum. It's a really odd noise and I don't particularly like it, especially if they're humming off key. I always ask people to stop humming if they do when they're around me. The same goes for whistling. Honestly, if you're going to do that, you should really just sing. It sounds so much better and doesn't give me the heebie jeebies.
SINCE WE'RE GETTING TO KNOW EACH OTHER SO WELL, TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PARENTS.
------ My mother's name is Andrea Thompson, and she's a pediatrician. I never saw the appeal in that calling. I wouldn't want to deal with puking kids all day. It would make me angry. Anyway, she's about 35 years old and she had me when she was 18. That being said, she was just about to start going to university and living life on her own when I came along, which is why she calls me her little mistake. I don't think I'd be too much of a mistake if my father would have stayed in my life. I guess my mother and I have an okay relationship. We're not best friends, but we don't hate each other either. It's sort of a 'you stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours' kind of relationship.
My father, Forrest Zachritz, has never been a part of my life. My mother claims that she was in love with him and that he was a wonderful man, but if he was such a wonderful man then why did he leave his son to be raised by an unprepared mother? I'm not even sure how old he is or where he works. I only know his name because my mom used to refer to him as 'For' and I'd always wonder who that was, so when I finally got the courage to ask who he was, I found out he was the father who had abandoned me.
ARE THERE ANY OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS CLOSE TO YOU, LIKE SIBLINGS?
------ My little sister, Brielle Zachritz. My mother met up with my father when I was just a year old to try to repair their relationship, when really they just ended up having unprotected sex again, which brought my sixteen year old sister into the world. I don't remember anything about her birth, except for the fact that i was nothing but a little toddler at the time. She's an angel. While I'm out drinking and getting girls pregnant, Bri stays at home doing her homework and trying to be the perfect daughter for our mother. I admire her for that. She always covers for me and makes sure I don't get in more trouble than usual. She's really impacted my thoughts. Whenever Annie was born, I didn't really care. I wanted to be in her life, but not enough to fight for her. Bri convinced me that I should care and that I should fight for the little life form I was responsible for bringing up.
WHAT ABOUT PETS? DO YOU HAVE ANY OF THOSE?
------ Nope, I'm allergic to most kinds of fur. Bummer, eh?
ARE YOU FROM AROUND HERE? I CAN'T RECALL YOU SAYING SO.
------ Annapolis, Maryland.
NOW THAT WE'RE DONE HERE, IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WOULD LIKE TO SAY?
------ I really love eggs. I know that's really stupid, but I do. I love them with everything and in every form. Scrambled, sunny side up, hard boiled, anyway you can make eggs, I will definitely eat them. Make a new egg dish for me to try, and I'll probably love you for the rest of your life. They're just really great.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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oh hey there! my name is kimmie and i've been roleplaying
for about four years. i'm fourteen years old. yeah, i
know. i've been around the block a few times. i like using robert pattinson as
a play by. they're pretty hot, yeah? if you'd like to contact me, you can do
so through msn or pm and now, i'll let you
check out my skills. i'm pretty fly.
Cameron was right in winking to make sure Addie understood he was only joking. Addie was a very big realist. She could kid around whenever she wanted to, but when others did she usually took it literally. It sounded hypocritical to her, and it was another one of the things she had been working on. Addie had no idea why she took things so literal. Her father told her she got it from her mother, but Addie had always remembered her mother being awfully nice and a person who liked to cut up and get people laughing. Another wave of relief washed over the girl, and she laughed softly. “No, I think you probably could. Unless said 50 year old man was like Hulk Hogan or something, then I’d have to wonder.” She teased, biting down on her bottom lip.
If Addie knew that he could tell she was self-conscious, the girl would probably flee under a rock if she was small enough. She didn’t think it was all that obvious. Then again, Addie didn’t study her obvious movements. If she watched herself all day she was sure she would see them, but it was physically impossible to do so. She bit down on her bottom lip, continuing to shuffle beside the boy. It wasn’t as awkward as she had thought it was going to be. In fact, Cameron seemed rather comfortable with it. Addie longed to be that way. Maybe there were certain people that could just do that to her.
She knew Skyler and Roscoe had that effect on her, and even after she had hung out with Jasey for awhile she came out of her shell with him. Maybe it was just one of the things that boys did to her. Then again, it seemed as if it would be quite the opposite with Addie. Boys made her sweaty, nervous and overall just afraid. This seemed different. She was afraid, but not as much as she usually was. Addie chuckled, nodding and listening intently. “I’ve never read any of that stuff.” Addie commented, raising a brow. “I’ve heard of them, and I’ve seen the Spiderman movie, but I’ve never actually read it.” She mused, looking over at him.
Addie suddenly wished that she had brought an iPod or something. Music was one of the easiest topics to talk about, and she could go on for hours about it. It was mainly because Addie was obsessed with music. Her guitar was her baby, and she made sure nobody else touched it. She was protective of it, almost as if it was her own child. Anything could be expressed by music. Addie wrote her own music in a notebook, but she never showed anybody. Mainly because it was about how she truly felt about herself or other people. She didn’t want people invading on her personal thoughts and opinions. She found it to be hard to tell people the truth to their face. If they knew she was writing about it behind their backs, it would only be worse.
As he offered to lend her one sometime, she nodded in agreement with a sheepish grin. “That’d be great. Then I wouldn’t seem like such a loser since I’ve never read one.” She commented, giving him a soft laugh. As she began to feel a little bit comfortable, Addie thought that everything would soon come a lot easier to her. After all, when you get to know somebody, you become more comfortable with them. Cameron was definitely somebody Addie would be interested in getting to know. Not only because he was cute, but because he wasn’t making fun of her. Not everybody made fun of her, but when Addie got to stuttering and searching for the words to say, people would tend to shy away from her. Cameron wasn’t doing that, which made her feel ten times better about herself and the situation.
“I remember my brother used to read them. I never really got into it, I was always trying to play my guitar or something,” Addie stated with a nod. That was something she would always want to keep doing. It wasn’t just a hobby to her. It was more like her life. Addie tugged at the bottom of her sweater, hoping to make it look a little bit looser and not make her seem like she was heavier than she was. She hated it when clothes did that. They just seemed to cling to a body and make the person look bigger than they really were.
Then again, if you wore clothes that were too big for you it did the same thing. It was like the shirts that bloused out at the bust like an empire waist. She thought that those shirts could make a person look pregnant if they wore them the right way. It was one of the shirts on her ‘I will not wear ever ever again’ list. Then there were skinny jeans. A person really had to have the right look to pull those off. She didn’t think she had that look. Then again, Addie didn’t really think she could pull any outfit off. She took another sip of her drink, letting her hand fall to her side.
Addie felt terribly rude for not offering to get back in line so he could get something if he wanted to. She’d have to apologize for that later too. It seemed like Addie would be apologizing for an awful lot before the end of the night. Of course, she’d end up hiding all of it and then getting nervous again. She mentally kicked herself for the third time tonight, feeling stupid for not voicing her opinion. Instead she just kept it hidden behind her smile, hoping it wasn’t as noticeable as Cameron seemed to think. She wouldn’t want the entire world thinking she was a self-conscious recovering anorexic. That would not be a reputation that she’d like to uphold. In fact, she didn’t think anyone would want to.
If Addie knew that he could tell she was self-conscious, the girl would probably flee under a rock if she was small enough. She didn’t think it was all that obvious. Then again, Addie didn’t study her obvious movements. If she watched herself all day she was sure she would see them, but it was physically impossible to do so. She bit down on her bottom lip, continuing to shuffle beside the boy. It wasn’t as awkward as she had thought it was going to be. In fact, Cameron seemed rather comfortable with it. Addie longed to be that way. Maybe there were certain people that could just do that to her.
She knew Skyler and Roscoe had that effect on her, and even after she had hung out with Jasey for awhile she came out of her shell with him. Maybe it was just one of the things that boys did to her. Then again, it seemed as if it would be quite the opposite with Addie. Boys made her sweaty, nervous and overall just afraid. This seemed different. She was afraid, but not as much as she usually was. Addie chuckled, nodding and listening intently. “I’ve never read any of that stuff.” Addie commented, raising a brow. “I’ve heard of them, and I’ve seen the Spiderman movie, but I’ve never actually read it.” She mused, looking over at him.
Addie suddenly wished that she had brought an iPod or something. Music was one of the easiest topics to talk about, and she could go on for hours about it. It was mainly because Addie was obsessed with music. Her guitar was her baby, and she made sure nobody else touched it. She was protective of it, almost as if it was her own child. Anything could be expressed by music. Addie wrote her own music in a notebook, but she never showed anybody. Mainly because it was about how she truly felt about herself or other people. She didn’t want people invading on her personal thoughts and opinions. She found it to be hard to tell people the truth to their face. If they knew she was writing about it behind their backs, it would only be worse.
As he offered to lend her one sometime, she nodded in agreement with a sheepish grin. “That’d be great. Then I wouldn’t seem like such a loser since I’ve never read one.” She commented, giving him a soft laugh. As she began to feel a little bit comfortable, Addie thought that everything would soon come a lot easier to her. After all, when you get to know somebody, you become more comfortable with them. Cameron was definitely somebody Addie would be interested in getting to know. Not only because he was cute, but because he wasn’t making fun of her. Not everybody made fun of her, but when Addie got to stuttering and searching for the words to say, people would tend to shy away from her. Cameron wasn’t doing that, which made her feel ten times better about herself and the situation.
“I remember my brother used to read them. I never really got into it, I was always trying to play my guitar or something,” Addie stated with a nod. That was something she would always want to keep doing. It wasn’t just a hobby to her. It was more like her life. Addie tugged at the bottom of her sweater, hoping to make it look a little bit looser and not make her seem like she was heavier than she was. She hated it when clothes did that. They just seemed to cling to a body and make the person look bigger than they really were.
Then again, if you wore clothes that were too big for you it did the same thing. It was like the shirts that bloused out at the bust like an empire waist. She thought that those shirts could make a person look pregnant if they wore them the right way. It was one of the shirts on her ‘I will not wear ever ever again’ list. Then there were skinny jeans. A person really had to have the right look to pull those off. She didn’t think she had that look. Then again, Addie didn’t really think she could pull any outfit off. She took another sip of her drink, letting her hand fall to her side.
Addie felt terribly rude for not offering to get back in line so he could get something if he wanted to. She’d have to apologize for that later too. It seemed like Addie would be apologizing for an awful lot before the end of the night. Of course, she’d end up hiding all of it and then getting nervous again. She mentally kicked herself for the third time tonight, feeling stupid for not voicing her opinion. Instead she just kept it hidden behind her smile, hoping it wasn’t as noticeable as Cameron seemed to think. She wouldn’t want the entire world thinking she was a self-conscious recovering anorexic. That would not be a reputation that she’d like to uphold. In fact, she didn’t think anyone would want to.
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