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Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything. ~ Plato ____ Silence speaks when words can't ~ Unknown ____ There will be an answer, let it be! ~ Beatles ____ At the end of the day you can either focus on what's tearing you apart or what's keeping you together. ~ Unknown ____ I want you to be my "teenage dream" not "the one that got away." ~ Unknown ____ She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance perhaps, or or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps... something as simple as not being second. ~ The Notebook ____ I'm pretty, but I'm not beautiful. I sin but I'm not the devil. I'm good, but I'm not an angel. ~ Marilyn Monroe ____ We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams. ~ Unknown ____ Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. ~ Dr. Seuss ____ You're never fully dressed without a smile! ~ Peter Marshall ____ One good thing about music is that when it hits you, you feel no pain. ~ Bob Marley ____ You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. ~ Ricky Nelson ____ Don't let your past steal your future. Move on. ~ Unknown ____ To infinity and beyond! ~ Buzz Lightyear ____
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"Um... Hello? I'm not really sure how to start this thing... I guess my name would be a good place right? I'm Joey Lola Rose . Kinda weird, I know. It's usually a guys name too, and in my case, Joey is literally my first name. Not a nickname or abbreviation. Just plan, old, and simple Joey. I guess my mom and dad were counting on a little boy... Anyways, I don't really care if you call me anything different. I'll answer to about anything starting with a "j." Anyways, I'm currently a 17 year old female , turning 18 on May 21st of next year."
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"How would you describe your appearance? Well, let's go top to bottom. To start, my hair is blonde in color with streaks of brunette here and there. It falls a good couple of inches below my shoulders in soft, wavy curls. I decided to let it grow out a few years ago after trying a longer pixie cut for a while. I just found myself missing the long hair and how it framed my face. My eyes... My eyes are one of the few aspects of my appearance that I truly love. I love their long lashes that curl up just so, and how they seem to stand out from the rest of my face. They are a brilliant blue color, with flakes of green and gold sprinkled throughout. In different lighting's they appear to change color, sometimes appearing to almost green color and at others the darkest blue. Just below my eyes sits my 'petite' sized nose, tipped the slightest bit up, and my fuller, pink lips. The rest of my body is small and somewhat lanky. Standing straight I rise to just about 5'0, short no matter who you are. Its the truth, I am always going to be a very small petite person. My arms and legs despite my height are long, but I have very little upper body strength. I run with the best of them, but don't count on me winning an arm wrestle. My torso, like the rest of me is tiny, managing to pull off a few curves with a flat and skinny stomach. In all, I weigh right around 90 lbs, and I do understand that I'm underweight. That's just how I've always been. I run a low average body temperature, low on the height scale, and low on the amount I eat. On my arms and back I have a couple tattoos. I have a paper plane on my left arm. The other arm has a bird near my wrist, a music note on it, and a feather by my collar bone. My back only has one, and its a small tribal design on my right shoulder blade. Along with my tattoos I have a nose ring, a lip ring that I almost never wear, and ear piercings. Lastly, to wrap this section up, my clothing style. I'm not really sure if I have a certain category per say, but I guess I kinda have the whole skater hipster chick thing going for me. Its really whatever I throw on in the morning."
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"Personality huh? I'm gonna tell you right now that I'm really easy going. I'll do just about anything, and have the mischievous mind for it too. If you're good friends with me, I will talk your ear off. There's really no stopping what comes out of my mouth sometimes. I do filter a little, but I'm very much down to the point, even if that hurts your feelings. That right there, is way many people dislike me. And you know what? I really don't care... I try not to upset others, and will apologize if I feel necessary, but if you can't handle the truth, then don't talk to me. I'm pretty independent and responsible-ish... Just don't trust me with anything super expensive. I promise you I'll either lose it or break it. Maybe even both. Homework and stuff I get done just fine, and my grades show it. Somehow I've managed to keep my grades up, and I usually secure B's in all my classes. Anyways, I'm also really lazy but yet active at the same time. I'm not quite sure how it works, but somehow it does. I mostly don't enjoy working, but love to be outside doing who knows what. Generally, though, you'll find me at the skate park. Its fun to go show off the few, but impressive, tricks I can do in front of all the boys. They usually think I'm lost at first... Moving on, I will tell you that I have some self esteem problems, no matter how sure of myself I may seem. Classmates love to make fun of the parentless blonde girl for some reason, and for most of high school the girls liked to criticize my looks. It didn't help much that I have a quick temper too. Yeah, those and the whole loud mouth thing love to get me in trouble. I'm getting better at keeping my emotions in check, but I guarantee nothing. I'm not afraid to punch you. I have shut down before though, and it kinda freaks me out when I do. I know what subjects trigger me for the most part, and for once in my life I will completely stop talking and either run away or change the subject. I just hate getting super personal with people, and throughout my teenage years I haven't dated much. I have a few close friends, but I guess I'm somewhat of a wanderer... "
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"This is the one part I've been dreading. I don't talk about this with anyone. I haven't had the best or the worst life so far, its just been a little crazy. I was born on a sunny day in Chicago, Illinois to Mary and Ryan Rose. I was their first child, and they loved me to pieces. I remember being so happy, mom taking to parks and playing with me all the time. Dad would throw me up in the air everyday when he got home, safely catching me in his arms to kiss me on the cheek. We had the whole happy loving family thing going on. Right around the time I turned six, we adopted a puppy from the local humane society. I swear she was the greatest gift ever. Mom let me pick her out, name her, walk her, and the like. We were never separate, and my parents would call for the both of us whenever one of our duo was needed. But, as you were probably guessing, things took a turn for the worst... We were on our way to the store when a semi truck swerved and hit our car, killing my parents immediately and placing me in critical care. They had to do some emergency surgeries to my head and intestines, and it was somewhat a surprise that I lived. When I first truly woke up, I remember asking for my parents, still somewhat in shock. It took the nurses a while to work up the courage to tell my they'd passed away. This really nice lady came in and gave me a sucker and got me really happy before she broke the news. I cried for what seemed for ever. When I was released, I went off to live with my uncle for a while, and I still do today. It was supposed to be a temporary thing, but I haven't left... After I'd first moved in, it was kind of awkward. My uncle was young and unmarried, and really had no idea what to do with a little sad 10 year old girl. Looking back now it was kinda funny how it all turned out. His bachelor pad was no place for me to live, and he found that out quickly. I broke about six random objects he had on his shelves, hit my head on and somehow got stuck up on top of his pool table, and almost took a drink from his beer a couple times. He figured it out eventually, even while dealing with the death of his brother and sister-in-law. I didn't take it well though... I refused to eat and cried a lot. I almost had to go back to the hospital a couple times for dehydration. Uncle Carsten tried really hard, and I love him for it. I was, and is, kind of reckless and funny, and no matter how sad I was he could always bring a smile to my face. Skipping ahead seven years, it's still just me and my uncle. I'm no angel anymore though... Never was really. My uncle was never really one for rules, and I've learned from him. I hate authority and don't mind sharing that with my teachers at school. I'm reckless, crazy, and outspoken... just like Carsten. He just is coming to the realization that being like him can cause some trouble, and I've been getting into a lot lately. I try to stay out of major trouble for the most part, I just have a short fuse sometimes..."
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l i k e s & d i s l i k e s
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_____________✔ Outdoors
_____________✔ Skateboarding
_____________✔ Dogs
_____________✔ Music
_____________✔ Rock
_____________✔ Internet
_____________✔ My Ipod
_____________✔ Disney
_____________✔ Pop
_____________✔ Laughing
_____________✔ Singing
_____________✔ Popcorn
_____________✔ Sour Patch Kids
_____________✔ Cuddling
_____________✔ My Room
_____________✔ Sleeping
_____________✔ Indie
_____________✔ Nature
_____________✔ Guitar
_____________✔ Sunsets
_____________✔ Vinyl Records
_____________✔ Vintage
_____________✔ Punk
_____________✔ Fruit
✗ Mac 'n Cheese
✗ Authority
✗ Quiet
✗ Ants
✗ Stress
✗ Cats
✗ School
✗ Spaghetti
✗ Fish
✗ Sirens
✗ Forgetting Assignments
✗ Failing
✗ Waiting
✗ Expectations
✗ Brain Freezes
✗ Being Cold
✗ Headaches
✗ Death
✗ Jerks
✗ Show Offs
✗ Sponge Bob
✗ Barbies
✗ Rumors
✗ Hospitals
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O r e n a t i o n: "I am straight. I always have been and always will be. Now don't get me wrong, I don't have a thing against it, I've just never felt that way about a girl."
C r u s h: "I don't crush, or really and truly do the whole 'love' thing either. People are not to be trusted with something as important as that."
B o y f r i e n d: "Nope. Probably Never... Well, convince me..."
O t h e r: "I recently convinced my Uncle to adopt a dog from the local humane society. My little girls name is Zoey, and she is about a year old. The shelter picked her up off the side of the road not long ago, matted and skinny to the bone. I love her to pieces, and we're practically inseparable at home... I also do have a car, but it is a piece of junk. Its an old Volkswagen Beetle with a chronically jammed door, a missing rear view mirror, and hand crank windows. Oh, and I almost forgot the worst part! Its doesn't have air conditioning or heating, so let me say, it was a great car for all weather. NOT. But, I guess I should focus on the good stuff right? The bug's radio isn't broken and its a nice light blue color and...um... that's all I got. Anyways, well... I think that's it."
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