Post by addison tyler on Mar 31, 2009 18:07:10 GMT -5
addison isabela tyler!
[/color][/font]WON'T HESITATE NO MORE
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TO BE CHILL BUT YOU'RE SO HOT
[/color][/font]THAT I MELTED I FELL RIGHT THROUGH THE CRACKS AND NOW I'M TRYING
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"well hey hey sexy people, the name's addison isabela tyler, but most people just call me addie. i was welcomed into this fine world on february 8, 1993, which would make me about sixteen years old. obviously i'm a female, and i'm hella proud of it too! i'm also very proud to be straight, so if you don't like it, you can go suck it! a lot of people tend to tell me that i really do look a whole lot like emily browning. i think it's mostly because of my brunette hair and my totally heart breaking green eyes. but what really makes me sexy is my big smile. oh...and did i mention that i'm living it up as an academy junior."
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nothing's gonna stop me but divine intervention
[/color][/font][/i]i reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some but i won't hesitate no more[/font]
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piano, guitar, singing, writing, reading, lemons, fruit, studying, good grades, fashion, music, research, painting, art, vintage, cars, chocolate chip pancakes, green, nature, diet soda, myspace, fresh painted finger nails, straightened hair, perfection, success, zebras, giraffes, animals in general, texting, deep conversation, helping others, sleeping, bubble baths, the scent of pine, taking pictures, best friends, playing therapist, hollywood undead, driving, my chevy cobalt.
AND NOT SO MUCH?
screamo music, fake people, meat, meat by products, cheese, veggie burgers, lies, bad liars, good liars, cats, broken guitar strings, failure, talking too much, texting about people right next to you, two faced people, orange, attention cravers, cheesecake, most girls named jennifer, alcohol, perfume, eating too much, talking to strangers, road rage, bad drivers, old drivers, flash on cameras, coca cola, french fries, hamburgers, mcdonalds, fast food in general, cantelope.
WHAT GET'S TO YOU, SCAREDY CAT?
i really hate cats. not only do i hate them, but they scare the living daylights out of me. it's not like i was mauled by one or anything, they just freak me out. not even the black ones, just any cats in general. they make my skin crawl. even if it's a cute little kitten i hate it. that probably sounds really sadistic of me, but i promise i'm not a sadistic person. just don't throw a cat at me or anything, because i won't be down with that.
i'm afraid of failing at anything i do. therefore, i'm what you people call a perfectionist. i'll work at something until i have it the way i want it, the way somebody else wants it, or it's perfect. i won't do a half-assed job on anything; especially when it comes to school work. i will excell in school and i will get into the university of pittsburgh. i doubt myself sometimes, but then i remember my dreams and i get working so i can succeed in them.
anyone is afraid of these but i seem to be more paranoid of them than most people. pedophiles. they seem to be everywhere. and i know they're not common in pittsburgh but i can't help finding myself wonder if that old man across the street wants to taste me. ew, i just shuddered. but seriously, haven't you ever wondered if that person behind you is following you? if he wants to take you into a dark alley way and steal your innocence? you have to. it's normal.. right?
WHAT'S YOUR DREAM COME TRUE?
i want to make it big. i'm a music junkie. i'l listen to anything and everything, and i'll be honest with you about if i like it or not. and if i do like it, i'll most likely have the words memorised within ten minutes of the song on repeat. then i'll probably try to play it myself. but i honestly want to make music my career somehow. i could teach it, i could be a back up singer, i could play piano or guitar for some famous band. either way, i will make it big.
i want to go to the university of pittsburgh. my back up plan is to go to college and get a degree in psychology. that way, i can help people. i like playing therapist with my friends, or with anybody really. i find an interest in going inside somebody's mind and trying to read them inside and out. i want to hear their whole life story and then try to help them cope with their issues, because everybody has them. it's just a lot easier to cope with them if you have somebody else by your side.
another dream of mine is to fall in love with the perfect guy. what girl's dream isn't that? i want a guy that will be there when i wake up, when i come home from work, when i'm upset, when i'm hyper, when i'm overly-excited, and when i'm at my worst. because if the guy doesn't love me at my worst, he definitely doesn't deserve me at my best.
i want to get married, move in with him and have two children. i have my whole life planned out. now if only i could find that prince. he doesn't have to have the perfect looks, the perfect body, or the perfect personality. he just has to put up with my eccentricities.
WHAT ARE YOUR HABITS , GOOD AND BAD?
i have quite a few bad habits and they're really noticeable. when i first start a conversation with somebody i don't know, i'm completely dead silent and only say mhm, yeah, and nod at the appropriate times unless it's something that i'm really interested in. i'm shy, and it gets the best of me sometimes. i stutter when i talk to somebody for the first time because i want to make sure i say the right thing instead of just talking for the sake of talking, like i'm doing right now. sometimes it's a good thing so i know i'm not just rambling about something that really doesn't matter to the other person.
i bite my nails so much. i bite them clear down to the point that they bleed. i know it's gross, so i usually have my nails painted so people can't see it. i've tried so many times to quit, but i get nervous and start biting them again. it's bad, and i should really stop but i don't think i know how to. i've tried putting stuff on my nails, wearing fake nails, and i just end up biting away everything else and getting right down to the nail.
WHAT ARE YOU HIDING?
i was anorexic up until about two months ago. my step brother helped me through it. i hate my step mother.
GOT A FAVORITE MEMORY?
the first day i recovered from anorexia.
THE WORST?
seeing my mother lying in that casket.
WHAT ABOUT PET PEEVES?
people who txt lyk dis, people who typ lyk dis, people who don't use correct grammar, when people spell grammar wrong, people obsessed with their dogs, people in general, when food touches, slow walkers, tail gaters, slow drivers.
HOW STRONG ARE YOU?
+ patient, quiet when i need to be,
understanding, polite, sympathetic,
down to earth, sefless.
EVERYONE HAS A WEAKNESS ...
- introverted, a bit socially awkward,
boring, too quiet.
HOW'S YOUR HYMEN, METAPHORICALLY OR NOT?
it's still there, thanks.
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i'm yours; well open up your heart and see like me
[/color][/font][/i]open up your plans and damn you're free look into your heart and you'll find
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new moon by stephenie meyer.
FAVORITE MOVIE?
seven pounds.
FAVORITE MEMBER OF NSYNC?
jc chasez.
FAVORITE FOOD?
any kind of fruit.
FAVORITE TYPE OF BUBBLE GUM?
cherry lemonade. it's from bubblicious.
FAVORITE COLOR?
green
FAVORITE TV SHOW?
degrassi: the next generation.
FAVORITE NON-ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE?
diet mountain dew.
FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE?
i don't drink alcohol.
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
night.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
christmas.
FAVORITE IDEAL DATE?
picnic on the beach.
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spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
[/color][/i][/font]and bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer but my breath fogged up
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jon tyler. 38 , pittsburgh , lawyer, close, he's overprotective.
AND HIS BABY MOMMA?
miranda tyler. 34, pittsburgh, deceased, mommy's baby girl
jennifer henson. 36 , pittsburgh , none , and i hate her.
WHAT ABOUT THOSE CRAZY SIBLINGS?
skyler hanson. sixteen , pittsburgh , none, attached at the hip.
WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
pittsburgh, pa.
WHAT'S YOUR LIFE STORY?
i was born in pittsburgh and i never left. my mother had me when she was eighteen
years old, and my father was twenty-two. she wasn't ready to have a child, just a year out of high school. she got pregnant with my dad because they were in love. i loved my mom more than anyone in this world. it was different, i was a mommy's girl instead. too bad she had to get hit by a drunk driver when i was eight.
jennifer didn't come along until i was about fourteen. and it's not like i actually like her. she's a bitch, but daddy doesn't see that. he never did. daddy just sees her pretty face and fake boobs. besides that, she's much nicer to him and skyler than she ever has been to me. jennifer always told me that i was never good enough, and that i was fat, and that i was ugly. too bad that after awhile i actually believed her.
jennifer made me crazy. she put me down constantly to the point where i just stopped eating. it wasn't like i was fat. no, i never let myself even begin to get fat. and i didn't eat that much anyway. but jennifer had a completely different idea. jennifer decided to make my life a living hell.
when i finally had gone completely anorexic, jennifer was still putting me down. what else did she want? i was starving myself, wearing a smaller size in clothing, exercising vigorously, and she still wasn't happy. when i told my dad, he practically laughed in my face. shows who he would pick if he had to pick me, her or skyler. i know exactly who i would pick. i would pick skyler.
skyler got me through my year of anorexia. i'm still a 'recovering anorexic' as they call it, but still, he got me through it. i never thought skyler was all he was cracked up to be. just the football star that all the girls flung themselves at and wanted so badly. they always thought we were just best friends, when really we were step siblings. people think that step siblings are supposed to be filled with rage towards each other. but skyler and i? we love each other. we love each other more than life.
THE SOUNDTRACK TO YOUR LIFE?
help, i have done it again. i have been here many times before. hurt myself again today. and the worst part is there's no one else to blame. be my friend, hold me, wrap me up. unfold me. i am small and needy. warm me up, and breathe me.
ouch, i have lost myself again. lost myself and i am nowhere to be found. yeah, i think that i might break. lost myself again and i feel unsafe. be my friend, hold me, wrap me up. unfold me. i am small and needy.
warm me up, and breathe me.
breathe me sia
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hey, what's up? my name is kim and i've been rocking out with my stunna shades for fourteen years. yeah, i know i'm pretty ill. and obviously i'm a female, can you dig it? if you wanna get in touch with me just hit me up by msn=kimberlyxx@hotmail.com. oh, and i gotta have me my admin edit.
If Frankie even had the tiniest hint of an idea of what Anne had gone through over the summer, she would have a lot more mercy, but if Anne wasn’t going to tell everybody and completely ignore them, well Frankie just wouldn’t have that. It wasn’t her decision of course to tell Anne to talk to her, it was just a bit more painful than she had imagined. Frankie figured Anne had seen Colin; they had reunited, and then left Frankie in the dust. It wasn’t her fault that Colin hated her. Actually, it very well could be. Frankie didn’t know that he didn’t hate her. She just felt like the third wheel, and if you wanted to put it in real Frankie terms, she felt like the wheel that fell off the wagon, and Anne and Colin were the wheels in the front that kept on rolling without her. As if that wasn’t depressing enough, Frankie had found her iPod in her pocket and shoved the two ear buds in her ears, letting one of the older pooh bear songs play in her ears.
It was strange how much of a connection Frankie had to the character singing. There were a lot of similarities between herself and Eeyore. He was always so down, as was Frankie. There was so much more comparison between them. He felt that nobody loved him. The phrase ‘thanks for noticing…’ came up a lot in his vocabulary. This phrase appeared a lot in Frankie’s mind. Eeyore’s tail always came off. Frankie, on the other hand, always felt that her self esteem dropped from her system, and she called it the Eeyore effect. Never would she tell any of this to anybody. It sounded too silly to anyone else. Eeyore was like Frankie’s soul mate. They would meet some day; even though he wasn’t real, and that made her feel even worse.
That’s what made Frankie think. If there’s a soul mate for everyone, would hers be just as depressing and upset as she was? Frankie never thought of herself as depressing until she took a look at her thoughts. They were so morbid and sometimes just hurtful in general. She wasn’t suicidal, but sometimes she wished she could just leave this earth without hurting anybody. She had no doubt that she would hurt her family, the small parts of it that cared, like her grandmother. She wasn’t so sure about Anne. Anne was in a different world right now, and maybe for good. But then that’s when Frankie got to thinking, if Anne didn’t care, what only left grandmother. Would she even remember who dear old Francesca was a few years from now?
It was very doubtful. Nobody would remember her. Frankie had never had these kinds of thoughts before, and they were taking over her brain. It was like shock therapy to her chest, her heart pounding quickly. The sound of her heartbeat made her sick. Why wouldn’t it just stop? Stop beating, stop hurting her, and stop hurting others. That’s all she was, hurt towards people. She felt like just her voice was pain to other people. Frankie put her hands over her ears, trying to cover up the sound of her heart trying to beat out of her chest, feeling a panic attack coming on. This was like whenever she was slipping into the deep abyss of depression when she was off of her medication. Her breath was caught in her throat, like her wishes were coming true; like somebody was in there taking up all of the oxygen she had ever taken in. When this type of thing happened, she usually tried to keep her mind off of the thoughts. Was it possibly to die of loneliness?
This thought made her want to cry, because if that was true, she would be dead any second now. Frankie bit down on her bottom lip, trying to push the pain away. Her heartbeat felt like it was right in her ear now, trying to break the barrier of her hand down and get into her brain; trying to drive her into some sort of oblivion that might take her down a road of thoughts and emotions that she had been longing to avoid for such a long time. Before she could let it get any worse, she took a deep breath, letting a bit of oxygen in her lungs. It sounded like someone had just stabbed her in the side, and she was gasping in pain. Well sure, this was pain, but this was emotional pain, and it was something that just wasn’t healed as easy as physical pain was.
There was a song that was stuck in her mind. It played over and over in her mind until it was the only thing she could think about. She had her own therapy. Like in My Girl, when Veta sang Doo Wah Diddy, Frankie had a song to sing when she was over stimulated and full of thoughts she didn’t want. Frankie closed her eyes, and sang her version of Nobody Wants to be my Friend, a song Eeyore had once sang in one of the old Pooh movies. This of course, was nothing like Pooh bear. This was about Frankie and her rat, Chiquita.
“Nobody wants to be my friend, what’s a poor Frankie to do?
Nobody wants to be my friend, except for my rat.
But that’s all, except for my rat, she’s the only one.”
Frankie stopped suddenly, her hands sliding down from her ears. There was Anne. All she had said was hey? That seemed extremely insulting to Frankie, only because they were very close and Frankie hadn’t seen her in months. Had the Rosenbergs gone to some kind of depressing school while they were on summer vacation? They both seemed to be a bit off. Frankie gave her a half smile. ”Uhm, hey.. how was your summer?" This wasn’t the Anne she remembered, and this wasn’t the way she wanted to run into her.
If Frankie even had the tiniest hint of an idea of what Anne had gone through over the summer, she would have a lot more mercy, but if Anne wasn’t going to tell everybody and completely ignore them, well Frankie just wouldn’t have that. It wasn’t her decision of course to tell Anne to talk to her, it was just a bit more painful than she had imagined. Frankie figured Anne had seen Colin; they had reunited, and then left Frankie in the dust. It wasn’t her fault that Colin hated her. Actually, it very well could be. Frankie didn’t know that he didn’t hate her. She just felt like the third wheel, and if you wanted to put it in real Frankie terms, she felt like the wheel that fell off the wagon, and Anne and Colin were the wheels in the front that kept on rolling without her. As if that wasn’t depressing enough, Frankie had found her iPod in her pocket and shoved the two ear buds in her ears, letting one of the older pooh bear songs play in her ears.
It was strange how much of a connection Frankie had to the character singing. There were a lot of similarities between herself and Eeyore. He was always so down, as was Frankie. There was so much more comparison between them. He felt that nobody loved him. The phrase ‘thanks for noticing…’ came up a lot in his vocabulary. This phrase appeared a lot in Frankie’s mind. Eeyore’s tail always came off. Frankie, on the other hand, always felt that her self esteem dropped from her system, and she called it the Eeyore effect. Never would she tell any of this to anybody. It sounded too silly to anyone else. Eeyore was like Frankie’s soul mate. They would meet some day; even though he wasn’t real, and that made her feel even worse.
That’s what made Frankie think. If there’s a soul mate for everyone, would hers be just as depressing and upset as she was? Frankie never thought of herself as depressing until she took a look at her thoughts. They were so morbid and sometimes just hurtful in general. She wasn’t suicidal, but sometimes she wished she could just leave this earth without hurting anybody. She had no doubt that she would hurt her family, the small parts of it that cared, like her grandmother. She wasn’t so sure about Anne. Anne was in a different world right now, and maybe for good. But then that’s when Frankie got to thinking, if Anne didn’t care, what only left grandmother. Would she even remember who dear old Francesca was a few years from now?
It was very doubtful. Nobody would remember her. Frankie had never had these kinds of thoughts before, and they were taking over her brain. It was like shock therapy to her chest, her heart pounding quickly. The sound of her heartbeat made her sick. Why wouldn’t it just stop? Stop beating, stop hurting her, and stop hurting others. That’s all she was, hurt towards people. She felt like just her voice was pain to other people. Frankie put her hands over her ears, trying to cover up the sound of her heart trying to beat out of her chest, feeling a panic attack coming on. This was like whenever she was slipping into the deep abyss of depression when she was off of her medication. Her breath was caught in her throat, like her wishes were coming true; like somebody was in there taking up all of the oxygen she had ever taken in. When this type of thing happened, she usually tried to keep her mind off of the thoughts. Was it possibly to die of loneliness?
This thought made her want to cry, because if that was true, she would be dead any second now. Frankie bit down on her bottom lip, trying to push the pain away. Her heartbeat felt like it was right in her ear now, trying to break the barrier of her hand down and get into her brain; trying to drive her into some sort of oblivion that might take her down a road of thoughts and emotions that she had been longing to avoid for such a long time. Before she could let it get any worse, she took a deep breath, letting a bit of oxygen in her lungs. It sounded like someone had just stabbed her in the side, and she was gasping in pain. Well sure, this was pain, but this was emotional pain, and it was something that just wasn’t healed as easy as physical pain was.
There was a song that was stuck in her mind. It played over and over in her mind until it was the only thing she could think about. She had her own therapy. Like in My Girl, when Veta sang Doo Wah Diddy, Frankie had a song to sing when she was over stimulated and full of thoughts she didn’t want. Frankie closed her eyes, and sang her version of Nobody Wants to be my Friend, a song Eeyore had once sang in one of the old Pooh movies. This of course, was nothing like Pooh bear. This was about Frankie and her rat, Chiquita.
“Nobody wants to be my friend, what’s a poor Frankie to do?
Nobody wants to be my friend, except for my rat.
But that’s all, except for my rat, she’s the only one.”
Frankie stopped suddenly, her hands sliding down from her ears. There was Anne. All she had said was hey? That seemed extremely insulting to Frankie, only because they were very close and Frankie hadn’t seen her in months. Had the Rosenbergs gone to some kind of depressing school while they were on summer vacation? They both seemed to be a bit off. Frankie gave her a half smile. ”Uhm, hey.. how was your summer?" This wasn’t the Anne she remembered, and this wasn’t the way she wanted to run into her.
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