Post by lizsta on Apr 21, 2011 11:25:22 GMT -5
elizabeth jane parker.
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NINETEEN. FRESHMAN. NATURAL HEART. LIGHTS POXLEITNER.[/CENTER]
"i shall stay the way i am because i do not give a damn."
NAME: Elizabeth Jane Parker
NICKNAME: Lizzy, Liz, Eli, Beth. But I prefer Liz
AGE: Nineteen
DATE OF BIRTH: April 18th
STATUS/INTERESTED IN: single / not looking / men & possibly women (she's bi-curious)
EYES: My eyes are dark brown, usually in dark eye make-up, and kinda cat-like shaped
HAIR: Black and loooooong. Right now it's at my shoulder blades, but the longer the better.
STYLE: Kinda rocker-girl meets hipster. I dunno how else to explain it.
BODY TYPE: I'm 5' 4 1/2" -- trust me, the 1/2 is important -- and I weight about 127. I'm short and super thin.
UNIQUE FEATURES: No scars, I have a huge smile and I have tattoos on my forearms (two are in latin, no clue what they say. I was drunk when I got them) then another on my right arm of a knife and then one on my index finger and...I think that's it. And my ears are pierced.
LIKES:
- Parties
- Drinking
- Singing
- Playing the piano
- Cats
- Smiling
- Sleeping
- Drawing
- Boys
- Reading
- Playing the guitar
- Tank-tops
- Tattoos
- Seeming bad-ass.
DISLIKES:
- Rules
- Kids
- Family photos
- Hawaiian shirts
- Broccoli
- Homework
- Crying
- Being told to "grow up"
- Stupid questions
- Repeating herself
- The color green
- People who're careless
- Not having things organized
- Bananas
- Cheerleaders
SECRETS: Though I flirt with boys and act like I've "been there, done that", I'm a virgin.
FEARS: I'm afraid of falling in love and getting hurt, so I avoid it all together. I'm also afraid that I'll grow up and conform to people's general idea of an adult.
GOALS: I really really really want to be a musician. I know, it's the stereotypical goal, but it's what I've wanted for as long as I can remember.
PERSONALITY:
Well, I'm not anything rare. I like to party and I'm pretty fun, but I feel like everyone says that about themselves. Honestly, I'm not even lying when I say that. I'm very blunt, I have no problem telling you what I think. In fact, I love to tell people what I think, regardless of the reaction I get. For that reason, people often think I'm a bitch, and maybe I am. It's all perspective, I guess. Generally, I'm pretty nice but that can change quickly, so I'd watch what you say, how you say it...just don't be an ass, alright?
I like to drink, I like even more that it's illegal, and if you buy me a drink you're good with me. I'm a notorious flirt, and I'm good at it. I know I'm cute, and I'm small which guys for some reason like. I've never actually had sex, and I'm not sure I want to. Though I'm friendly and what not, I am kind of distant. My parents got divorced when I was little and it tore me up only because...I thought they were so happy. Obviously, if they couldn't stay together love doesn't exist. So when boys get too close, I run. I just...stop talking to them, stop flirting, I don't even acknowledge their existence. I mostly go for boys, but I kinda wanna be with a girl once, just to try it. I'm a little attracted to them. But I don't plan on rallying for gay rights anytime soon. Not that I'm...against that or anything. It was just...ugh. Nevermind. I don't have a filter, so sometimes things come out wrong.
MOTHER: Jessica Anne Bennett
FATHER: Mathew Jerome Parker
SIBLINGS: ----- ----- Parker; older brother
OTHERS: N/A
HOMETOWN: New York City, New York
BRIEF HISTORY:
Well, I was born into a flourishing family of three. My mom and dad had met in high school -- yes, they were high school sweethearts -- and moved to the city. She was a stay at home mom and he a writer. So we were pretty poor growing up. Anyway, my brother was four when I was born and at the time he wasn't too glad to have me as an addition to the family but we grew to love one another. Kinda. My dad had just signed his first book when I was born, so money was finally coming in. It wasn't much at the time and he'd never thought it would be anything since it was just a little fiction novel. Little did we know it'd be a best seller by the time I hit two.
Growing up was hard. It was like hot and cold. Either we had loads of money or we had none. My dad hadn't gotten down his net speed for writing books so sometimes they were few and far between. Now, of course, he's got it down to a science. I really admire him and, if I didn't want to be a musician, I think I'd want to be a writer. When I was six, though, my parents split up. My brother and I didn't see it coming. I don't think anyone did, actually. Sure they had little...I wouldn't even fall them fights. They were more like spats. They resolved themselves usually, and my parents were always so...in love, I thought. Of course I didn't know back then that love didn't exist.
My brother and I lived with my mom because she won custody, but we saw our dad on weekends. It was hard living with my mom. She hadn't gone to college so she didn't really qualify for any jobs. She went back to school and worked as a secretary though and now she's one of the most successful psychologists in New York. It was really annoying in high school, though. She tried to psyco-analyze every little thing I said and...ugh. Drove me crazy. My dad was still writing like crazy, and he's a renowned other, now. I'm proud of him, but still a little upset that he left us. Not that I'm not upset with my mom too. She told him to leave, so she's just as much, if not more, to blame. But I understand that it must've been hard. There were trapped in a commitment. I wouldn't wish that upon anyone.
When I turned eighteen I moved out of the house and stayed in New York for a while. I didn't really know what I was doing, but it was nice to have that year in the city on my own. A few months ago I moved here and now I'm attending classes at the college. I'm an undecided major, but I'm only a Freshman so I've got time for that. I take music classes, but I also take writing classes so we'll see. I work part time at a coffee shop as the night time entertainment. I haven't started yet, but I'm hoping people would like me. I don't see why they wouldn't, really. I'm awesome.
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KEND. FIFTEEN. PACIFIC. ENOUGH. PM.
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