Post by oliver ramsay. on Jul 10, 2010 0:36:00 GMT -5
[/COLOR][/SUB][/I][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]WELCOME TO DUBLIN.
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THE BASICS.
name, oliver ashford ramsay.
nickname (s), ollie, ramsay.
age, twenty-two.
hometown, brooklyn, new york.
birthday, may thirteenth.
INTERVIEW PT. 1 : YOURSELF.
likes, football, golden retrievers, television, chocolate, laziness, sundays, natural wonders, children, lingerie models, spaghetti bolognese, laughter, heady scents, floral arrangements, weddings, any sort of union between people, the idea of the origin of life, greek mythology, reassurance, playful flirtation, freshly mowed lawns, physical contact, mischief, memories, jungle gyms, running, vivid colours (except red), the blind, the elderly.
dislikes, calculus, academics in general, supposed 'intellectualism', tuxedos, commitment, old movies, fish, darting shadows, wheatgrass, pessimism, dismissive attitudes, unclassy pornography, memories, fathers, distance, airplanes, blood, sharp things, concerts, things labeled 'for emergencies only,' the news, reporters.
persona, imaginative, detached, easily frightened, moody, perpetually optimistic, pushover, childish, naive, curious, clingy, traumatized, sentimental.
favorite song, d.o.a. by jay-z.
favorite food, chocolate, especially hershey's bars.
favorite quote of all time, "twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. so throw off the bowlines. sail away from the safe harbour. catch the trade winds in your sails. explore. dream. discover." - mark twain.
INTERVIEW PT. 2 : OPINIONS.
this is what my ex gf, sadie, thinks of me. ollie ramsay. where to begin. well, i guess i should begin at the beginning, because that makes the most sense. ollie's not fond of things that don't make sense, and he's easily confused. that's probably part of the reason we broke up. he's just so fucking oblivious, you know? needs everything spelled out for him. he's like a kid, really; everything makes him laugh. it's like he's got this unconquerable sense of wonder - he could see something beautiful in a piece of shit, i swear to god. that's probably another part of the reason we broke up. i mean, don't get me wrong - optimism is great in moderation. ollie just doesn't know when to let up, is all. like, your fucking mother could've just gotten hit by a train, and he'd still be all, 'we could learn something from this! at least she didn't feel pain! it's a trial, and self-realization emerges from trials!' it's all bullshit. he can't face the fact that, in the real world, some things don't happen for a reason. shit's just fucked up. there's nothing beautiful about someone's mom getting hit by a fucking train, nothing good.
this is what my best friend, nathalie, thinks of me. i have nothing to say about that stupid fag, ollie ramsay. kidding, of course! ollie's everything to me. seriously. he's the type of guy who just radiates happiness - it's contagious, really, and i say this in the least cliché, most true way possible. he'd much rather toss a football around in the back yard than go out and drink or fuck or whatever, which is pretty fucking hard to find in a guy nowadays. not to say that he doesn't get any - there's just something about him that's irresistible. maybe it's his damn boyish smile. gets them every time. he's not the type for commitment, though. i mean...don't tell anyone i said this, but he's just too childish to appeal to girls in that 'relationship' sort of way. he's too happy - is that possible? sometimes i look at him and i just can't believe it's all true. there's got to be something sad behind it, you know? a person can't smile every second of every day and be truly happy. you have to have been miserable to be able to be that happy, that in love with life. i don't ask about it, though, because he'd never tell me.
this is what my cousin, antoine, thinks of me. dude, oliver's chill as fuck. like, he's my favorite cousin by far. besides elizabeth, but only because she got tits last summer and is hot as hell. i mean, daaamn. but yeah, about oliver. dude's such a player. it's insane. he's got girls just fucking jumping on top of him 24/7. like, all the time, constantly. but like, he's also kind of fucking mentally retarded, because he turns them all down. even the insanely hot megan fox lookalikes - yeah, he gets them. i don't get it, bro. i just simply don't get it. i mean, it's almost like he's afraid of girls or of sex or something. i dunno, man. it's fucked.
INTERVIEW PT. 3 : RELATIONSHIPS.
who was your last boyfriend/girlfriend? sadie aline westerberg.
how and when did you meet? i met sadie when i was sixteen, back in high school. she was the head cheerleader, actually, and i was the quarterback of the footaball team. i know, i know - i didn't think it really happened, either! but it does, and it happened to me. god, i was lucky. i met her on the first day of school. she had the locker next to mine. it was her eyes i noticed first, of course. it usually is, isn't it? blue, like the ocean, i guess. she was stunning. beautiful, even. i don't say that often. i don't really know how it happened. we just struck up a conversation that day, and it continued for the next two years.
favorite moment with that person, there're so many! infinite, almost. well, we went to the beach this one time with a couple of friends. johnny, kent, landon, elias, bella, and shea, and us, of course. it was the best fucking beach day you could possibly have - the waves were perfect, the sand wasn't scorching, the sun was hidden behind this great half-cover of clouds. we were playing football, as we often were, and i had the ball. i was running, and all of a sudden, sadie just comes out of nowhere and tackles me from the side. we did this little tumble thing, and we landed with her just perched directly on top of me. the way she smiled, looking down at me like that, her eyes that ridiculous shade of blue...it was the best fucking moment of my life, maybe. one of them, at least.
describe the first kiss, it was after a football game, as you'd probably expect it to be. we'd just won against layton high in the last down, and the crowd was going insane. we were all going insane, really. sadie and i weren't going out yet, but we'd talked a couple times, and i definitely had a thing for her. i was shy with girls back then, though. i guess i still am. whatever, though, right? so we'd won, the crowds were cheering, my teammates were shouting like no tomorrow, and i just saw her from across the field and i knew i had to do something. so i went over to her, just like that, across the field, and i kissed her. the audience went wild. it was damn perfect.
and finally, tell us your favorite thing about he/she, her smile. no, her eyes. no, the way she walked. oh god! this is the most ridiculous question i've ever heard. i'm not good with favorites. there's beauty in every particle of something, you know? you just have to find it. she was my favorite thing. her spirit. everything.
INTERVIEW PT. 4 : FAMILY BACKGROUND & THE ETC.
who are your parents? melissa annabel renault, mother, unemployed. marcus vernon ramsay, father, fifty-nine, criminal defense lawyer.
who are your siblings? blaire annabel ramsay, sister, deceased.
history, see, this is when i get a little uncomfortable. um, well, let's see. i was born on may thirteenth, and no, it wasn't a friday. it was a tuesday. i remember this because it was the same day that...well, never mind. my parents raised me very well - never hit me, never raised their voices. never did anything much, to be quite honest. dad was working constantly back then, and he works even more constantly now. he'd get home at two or three in the morning, if at all, and i'd hear him sigh when he'd come in. it was like he'd been holding his breath the whole day and only once he'd arrived home could he release it. we never talked much, me and dad. he didn't like that i played sports. business was everything to him. i don't blame him, though, of course. some people are just born with an intense passion, and dad's was for his profession. he payed for me to attend dalton in manhattan, and i was always grateful for that. still am, of course. i played football throughout high school - quarterback, every year. sports. i...loved them. i did. or at least, i tried to. it was less complicated being 'another football player' than being 'the kid whose sister offed herself.' i'm not asking for pity. i never ask for pity. i never ask for anything, and it was around when blaire...passed away that i stopped asking for things from others. but i don't want to be morbid! i really don't. i try so hard not to be. anyways, it wasn't that bad. i learned a lot from blaire's death. it changed me, but i forced it to change me in a positive way. it made everything better, really! it made me into a better person! look, i'm a much better person than i would've been without blaire's death! much better! much more productive. much friendlier. i like people! i didn't like people as much before blaire...i didn't like anyone, really. but now i like everyone! because you just have to appreciate people before they're gone, you know? everyone will be gone before you know it, and you've just got to appreciate the hell out of them before then. i came to dublin to find something. it's the same thing i've been looking for for the past seven years. you know what the worst part is? i can't tell what it is i'm looking for. i think i saw some of it in sadie, and that's why i stayed with her for so long even when i could tell things were...winding down. i guess...i guess i'm looking for blaire. fuck. and it makes me hate myself, you know? because i'm looking for something dead when there's so much life all around me to appreciate. that's why i try so hard to see the beauty, you know? i see it, but i'm always looking for something else.
anything else you'd like to say? i've dreamt about wolves every single night for the past seven years. wolves. it's always wolves.
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