Post by cheryll anna odious on Aug 4, 2009 12:56:20 GMT -5
cheryll anna odious ,
eighteen years , university students , annalynne mccord.
first of all , i'm curious as to when you were born and where. how old does that make you today ?i was born in Barcelona, Spain on April 11, 1991, making me eighteen years of age. my parents weren't expecting me. they were on the "trip of a lifetime", backpacking in Europe. they loved Barcelona, and after chicken tasted rancid to my mom, it kicked off. i lived there for five early years of my life and Spanish was my first language. my parents weren't so thrilled about having a child on their hands, considering they weren't married, but they grew to love me and i loved them back. they filled my childhood with what childhood should be. to this day, they still aren't married, but happily joined. crazy, if you ask me. but to them, completely and utterly sane.
and your parents , who are they and what do they like ?my mother's name is annaleise beck-odious. she is forty years of age and the most beautiful woman in my eyes. her and i have always gotten along like sisters, she is my idol. sober for fifteen years now, she never ceases to amaze me. as a kid, she would always teach me life lessons through little things. her hand was always gently on my shoulder. my father was born rasmus gent odious, a light haired, charming, creative man. he was the funny one in the house, always lightening situations, and would always put fun before my well being, which is why my mother was thankfully there to stop him some of the times. he had quite the temper, but never with the posh circle of home and family.
so what about siblings , are there any other important family members ?no siblings. gotten along quite well without them, thanks. i would be a drastically changed person if i had had them today. but i'm fine with myself, so i guess i don't exactly intend of wishing i did.
i see , now could you tell me your favorite and least favorite things ?i guess i'm what you'd call spontaneous. i never plan tomorrow, just today. i alter my life with every breath i take, step i make. i recall being asked for directions once, and ended up spending the day in a van of frat boys showing them my world. it gives you the ultimate adrenaline rush, and it gives me happiness to spread it. i guess that's why my addiction to mayo is so ridiculous. i love the yuckiness about it. makes me feel so guilty but it tastes so good, so i give myself a splurge at the super market and buy tons and tons of Hellmann's with french baguettes, tomatoes, and fresh Muenster cheese. i also like tall grasses and cold sand in the meadow part of a beach before you get to the water. i like beaches where the water is freezing cold and inky black, which smells of an air of questions unasked. i love how when my mind asks what might be lurking under there, or if i'll get the flu from the temperature, it erases the possible answers immediately. and then, before i know it, i'm under the water. i'm also now into gladiator sandals. especially the tan colored ones that are only slightly darker than your skin tone. i love chinese takeout, it's so dependable, always greasy, and always in those boxes with the wire handle. and you can always use chopsticks. art museums are a must for me, you could get lost in the art as well as the facility, and it is so quiet and peaceful. footsteps are echoing and it really is a beautiful sound if you just stop and listen. i am so one for yoga, i teach in my spare time. harmony between mind, body, and soul and spirit in the comfort of my second home the gym. a nice, sweaty place, to feel good about yourself while listening to horrible music that keeps you pumped. i love that people either love me or hate me. i feed off of it. my personality is such a jumbled mess, i can't even figure me out. but i gave up trying. if any one else wants to, go ahead. i'm not stopping you. as for what i dislike. i hate when people worry too much about others. i have no problem with hugs and kisses, condolences, all the sha-bang, but enough with "you really have to get over that bitchiness". enough? yes. hm... mustard colored cars are very unattractive, and anything mustard colored for that sake, even mustard itself. dumb blonds. gosh, i hate how they aren't even dumb but they put that image on themselves to be peppy or something. good god sometimes i wish i could dye all their hair black. big flashy jewelry is also bleh. i prefer hand pounded, slim metal work with basic shapes and symmetry. none of those huge diamond hearts. titanium square earrings, yes. wow, i can't believe i haven't done this one. black makeup. and lots of it. it masks you over a million times and shows insecurity. although i sound hypocritical, i hate people who create ideas about people on first glance. i do, but only on a surface level. for some people, they can create these stories that go more than skin deep. depressing war books and war movies make me so bored and sad out of my mind. i heard a guy say once, that to get world peace the whole world should fight with water, then we'd all be clean. guess what, he was pelting his nephew with a water gun. very ironic. but definitely an entertaining movie or book material there. does that cover all eight? just in case it doesn't, i hate hate. dislike is fine. but hate? it just sucks.
so what about relationships , how do you find those ?cher anna odious is single. i like a long, not too serious, airy, light, type of relationship. i want to figure guys out and work for affection. i want it to be demanding, confusing, and a complete leap of faith. don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean i'll do my share of major flirting, but life is too short for bed hopping. get the most out of relationship. and love, yes, it is out there. and as much as the L word sounds so amazing, it scares me as well. i'll get my run with it someday, but no rush. i'm waiting it out nice and easy.
we've asked about family , significant others , but what about a pet ?i grew up with one dog, a springer spaniel. sweetie was my childhood companion and best friend. sweetie was the greatest frolicker and listener, who helped me numerous times with homework. just listening to her panting laying down on the cool grass made me want to finish the assignments, and well, in order to play with my sweetie. it had always been my sweetie. not just sweetie, but my sweetie. she was my friend. sadly, since we got sweetie when she was god who knows years old, she died only 4 years after i first laid eyes on her.
last but not least - your best kept secret , what is it exactly ?i am bloody bipolar. but i hold it back so much that i find ways to fuse it through. but no one will ever, not even under disclosed circumstances, how i do fuse my emotions. nobody. some things i feel we have a right to attain to ourselves, because freedom needs to have limits. my freedom, as much as yours.
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hey SINCE THAT SUMMER
Cher let herself fall into the La-Z-Boy recliner with ease. The day had grown heavy on her shoulders, and the leather encased her. It was cool, and goosebumps began to trickle along her arms. But, above all, it felt good. Blissful, peaceful, and so wonderfully satisfying. Cher's breathing was a silent delicacy. Not often did one get to breathe, and breathe lightly. The breaths were like feathers, floating on tendrils of warm air until they lay themselves gently to the ground, like trailing fingers. Cher's mind was in a blank abyss which only contributed to her high feeling. Curls of gold hair fell over her cheeks, relaxed from the constant pull of smiling. "Cher. Babe." A soft voice found its way to Cher's ear. She opened her eyes slowly, revealing slightly faded irises. "Oh! Elle. Call?" Cher's voice was melodic as she fumbled for the phone being held out to her. Elle, Cher's friend who had been letting her stay in her apartment temporarily, placed the phone in Cher's hand. "Easy tiger." Elle smiled. Raising the speaker to her ear, Cher let a lopsided grin stretch across the premise of her face. "Hello? Cher speaking." Throwing her head back with the words, Cher ridded the hair that had been masking her face. Although the person on the other end could obviously not see her, Cher was so used to these quirks and habits, it was only natural to do them when confronted by others. "Hey... its... Corey." Cher's eyebrows furrowed and her cheeks stained with a rosy hue. The sound of pattering feet on the floor echoed through the room, and Cher looked up quickly to catch a glimpse of Elle hurrying out of the room. "Dammit." Cher growled, and threw the phone onto the recliner as she got up. With leaps and bounds, Cher left the phone alone in a barren room, where even breaths were not present any longer. Cher had managed to make it to Elle's guest room (which she currently resided in) before she threw her fit. But a fit, for Cher, meant fusing her emotions in ways. Certain ways. A common ritual, she thrust open the window, the locks breaking off and clattering to the floor, stuck her head out, and let the wind whip her hair around, masking her face, and tumbling her mind into a wave of calm. All she could think of, was, Good thing Elle's pad faces a courtyard, and please, please, never let Corey call again.. Cher wasn't one for past or future.
