Post by ryleigh valmont. on Jul 9, 2010 1:05:02 GMT -5
[/COLOR][/SUB][/I][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]WELCOME TO DUBLIN.
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THE BASICS.
name, ryleigh malese valmont.
nickname (s), ry, ryles.
age, sixteen.
hometown, austin, texas, usa.
birthday, march fifth.
INTERVIEW PT. 1 : YOURSELF.
likes, dance, art, music, boys, rain, romance, crushes, boston, pennsylvania in the fall, beaches, summer, spring, cold weather, warm weather, rain, sunglasses, sunny days, the italian language, italian food, jeans, skinny jeans, straight hair, curly hair, dancing, dogs, puppies, friends, little kids, being happy, freedom, daydreaming, reading, cheesy romantic movies, dr. pepper, swimming in the summer, independence, mascara, text messaging, bare feet in the sand, water, cooking, driving, long haired guys, t-shirts, jeans, sundresses, sweat pants, sprinklers, sail boats, sleeping, singing.
dislikes, swearing, smoking, smokers, 'judging a book by its cover’ kind of people, control freaks, learning, high school, spending a lot of money, shopping, cheeseburgers, running, lifting weights, know-it-alls, liars, cheating in a relationship, cheating on tests, forgetting to brush her teeth, brussel sprouts, broccoli, chinese food, too-tan people, homophobes, racism, discrimination, ditzy girls, rejection, bugs, jealousy, bullies, crazy hats, excessive body piercings, hot weather, zits, bad hair days, being ignored, throwing up, blood, fakes, too many rules, the smell of nail polish remover, people with nasal-y voices (aka janice from friends. bahah), self-obsessed people, selfish people, fake blondes, 'divas’, being hungry.
persona, shy, polite, defensive, fearful, patient, understanding, caring, responsible, introverted, stubborn, musically-inclined, reserved, creative, distant, secretive, mature, indecisive, dreamer, respectful, reliable, positive, selfless, sympathetic, mistrusting, reluctant, calm.
favorite song, she will be loved by maroon 5.
favorite food, mac and cheese.
favorite quote of all time, "the higher you climb, the harder you fall. and trust me, you always fall."
INTERVIEW PT. 2 : OPINIONS.
this is what my ex/current bf/gf,_____, thinks of me. n/a.
this is what my best friend, aspen, thinks of me. i love ryleigh so much. we've been best friends since we were like what, five? probably even before that. i love her so much, and i'm so pissed i had to move. like i honestly don't know how i could go a day without calling her, i miss her so much. i'm worried about her, though, because i know stuff other people don't and i'm the only one that does and now that i'm not there to help her out, i don't know what to do.
this is what my dad, christopher valmont, thinks of me. ryleigh's definitely not the best daughter. she can't do anything right, i know that much. she tries to suck up to me too, and that pisses me off, she needs to just keep her mouth shut because i'm really fucking sick of her attitude.
INTERVIEW PT. 3 : RELATIONSHIPS.
who was your last boyfriend? i've never had one.
how and when did you meet? um. never.
favorite moment with that person, ...?
describe the first kiss, no..
and finally, tell us your favorite thing about he/she, uhhhm.
INTERVIEW PT. 4 : FAMILY BACKGROUND & THE ETC.
who are your parents? cecelia valmont/unknown/unknown & christopher valmont/forty nine/police officer.
who are your siblings? kenya de paul/seventeen.
history, kenya and i were born to my mother and my father. my father told my mother that he couldn't afford one more baby, let alone two. he told her throughout her whole pregnancy that she was giving them both up for adoption, but she refused. when we were both born, my father told her to choose. choose between her babies? i know, difficult, right. but she did. she had to and she chose me, i don't know why and i don't know how she chose me but.. she did, because here i am. wish it wasn't me, but i wouldn't wish my life on kenya sooo..yeahhhh. well you know it didn't really matter that she had to choose because she left us eventually anyways. i know it's horrible to hold grudges but i hold this grudge even today, i'm still very angry with my mother for leaving and i know it's my fault. you know people area always like "its not your fault" and you know what, no i'm just sick of everyone lying to me. i don't need another lie shoved at me, i need the truth, so people just need to shut up and give it to me. i know the bible's all "honor thy father and thy mother" and i feel like i'm sinning to hold this against my mother, because obviously she just couldn't handle it but the fact that she left. yeah i know, it's hard to lose a parent. it's hard for them to die and to know you're never going to see them again but at least they didn't choose to leave you. that hurts. i know both hurt, but.. okay. anyway. my mother left my father and i when i was nine years old. i was nine and she was just gone one morning. and my father had always been kind of touchy, and he flipped when he found out she left. she left a note and all it said was i'm sorry. what the heck is sorry supposed to do? it really doesn't help anything, you're not sorry, actually no she can be sorry all she wants but it's obviously not a mistake to her.
after my mom left, my dad got a little..i don't know. he always drank, like a beer at dinner or sometimes two, or a glass of wine but it was never like this. it became so bad that he'd come home, not even speak a word to me he'd just go right into his study and drink hard liquor from the bottle. it started soon after she left. i remember being ten and i wanted him to stop. i never knew alcohol could be addicting. but i looked everywhere for where he hid it while he was at work, and when i found it in his closet, i poured it down the sink and put the bottle back. well that was a really stupid idea, because when he came home and saw it was gone..well it was just bad, i'll leave it at that. he was never violent, well i mean a smack in the face every now and then but that was deserved for sure.. but never that bad. it was never like it is now. never. whatever, after that he started drinking outside of the house more, and then only a little in the house. i never touched his alcohol again, and i tried to speak to him as little as possible but when he'd been drinking, he was so touchy that i could say goodnight and he would flip on me. he would come home drunk out of his wits and just..beat me up. and it was only now and then, i swear i really do and now it's just worse because it's every other night at the least that i get smacked or punched or kicked or something and then sometimes he just goes crazy and beats the crap out of me. and then...well when i was fifteen..he came home and he was really drunk and he came into my bedroom when i was asleep and he um... he did that thing that makes babies? and a few times after that.. and now it's more than that and i hate it, i hate it so much but i don't hate him. i love him he's my dad, but this man i don't know. i don't know him because this isn't him, it really isn't. and sometimes when he passes out on the bathroom floor, or in his study, i drag him to the couch and i cover him with a blanket. and i kiss him on the
cheek and he stirs in his sleep and i feel like he's gonna wake up and be who he was. but he's not who he was.
anything else you'd like to say? no thank you.
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