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|Nickname| Well, if you are a lazy ass person then I suppose you can call me Arie, although my name is only A-R-I-A-L 5 letters Sherlock gah?!
|Gender| Female- dumb ass, do you need glasses man!
|Age| 18!
|Theme Song| Dust Bowl Dance, Mumford and Sons.
|Eye Color| My eyes are a very deep baby blue, they stand out and clash with my hair.
|Hair Color| Get over it guys, I mean it's only a hair colour, anyway my hair is red and I like it that way. As for my natural colour that would be blonde.. I don't like my blonde hair though so I died it, simple as chease. Anyway apart from the colour there is also the length, my hair tends to sit below my sholders. When I wake up in the morning my hair is in almost ringlets; this is a very normal occurence for me. If it is in that state I often just leave it, other-wise I straighten it with my hair straightners, this is also normal..
|Body Modifications My belly button is pierced and my ears 3 times...
|Personality| It's hard to describe your own personality, because no one can see objectively -especially when it comes to themselves. But, you asked, so I'm kind of obliged to tell you, aren't I? For starters, people have long called me 'spirited'. Exactly what that encompasses, I don't quite know, but I'm sure of the fact that I'm a bit of a handful. I'm really enthusastic about the things I love, to the point that my swim coach has told me that I 'have a passion for what I do that can be rivalled by few'. He doesn't give out compliments often, so I'm quite flattered. But, I guess what he says is true. I do get up at 4:30 in the morning some days to go swimming, and that certainly takes drive. At school events, I'm always one of the loudest, cheering and waving signs from the bleachers (I'm pretty much incapable at any sports aside from swimming and running). Admittedly, I do have a bit of a sarcastic streak -but I blame that on my parents. I was raised in a household where sarcasm was the highest form of humour. Learn to wield it well, or have a lot of trouble communicating with your family. My teachers in grade school didn't like it so much, though, and it rialled my friends on occasion.
People call me smart, but I'm not so sure of that fact. At my grade school, I was regalled as a sort of genius; straight A's, aced tests... People became quite envious. But, what many of them didn't seem to understand was that I'm not that smart. There are different kinds of 'smart' -street smart, book smart, all that. I'm only really book-smart, because I read avidly. I'm not very skilled in talking to other people -I have this kind of tangible social awkwardness, and I avoid strangers at all costs. It takes a long time to make friends, because I'm really shy around people I don't know. I only open up with the ones I care about. As for street smarts... Heh. I am directionally-challenged, and have very little common-sense when it comes to real-life situations. I once got lost on my way home. So, really, I'm not that smart. I don't like it when people think I'm more than I am -which basically everyone does. My parents expect me to be their wonderful genius child, and my friends look up to me with an almot reverential awe. I hate it, sometimes. Don't be one of those people -see me for how I really am.
When I was younger, I had my heart set on becoming either a writer or a doctor -someone with the capability to change lives. My goal hasn't shifted since then. I still want to be someone who can change the world for the better -I'm just not exactly sure how anymore. If you have any suggestions, feel free to give them. My dad is really starting to get on my case now, always talking about my 'plans for the future'. It can get a tad annoying.
I think that, at heart, I'm a quiet person. One who would rather curl up in a chair with a good book than exchange banter with other people. Not to say I don't like that -because I do- it's just I prefer the other alternative a bit more. There's something comforting about silence -the sort where the only noises are the rasp of paper on paper as the page is turned, and the world is so empty that you're sucked into another -that of the novel. Heh, sorry about that. I tend to wax poetic when it comes to books. I prefer them to TV -though I'm never against a good crime show.
Curiousity is another of the gifts (or curses?) I've been endowed with. It certainly explains my affinity for reading -that insaitiable hunger for knowledge that drives me forwards. I love learning new things. It often got me into trouble when I was younger -sneaking around, doing things I shouldn't be, listening in on conversations...
I've always been a bit of a non-conformist. Maybe that's the root of everything. In a world where books have been replaced by television, I read books. In a time when being cool is being apathetic, I am a bubbling pit of enthusiasm. Maybe that's my problem. I don't want to change who I am to conform to current fads. I want to be me, but that comes at a cost. I am constantly aware of the looks people shoot me sometimes. It's almost as if there's a sign above my head, pointing out in flashing neon letters that I am different. Well, technically, everyone's different, but most people are better at hiding it. Or, maybe, it's just that I don't really want to. I don't know.
I really don't.
I don't know who I am, at heart.
|History| Well on 17th December 1995 Arial was born, yep that's me! My Mother and Farther were rich so thus I was born into a rich houshold with everything a child could ever want... EVER! Shame I only got to play up to the age of 2. When I turned 2 years old my life gold turned upside down- I wen't from being the little kid with the amazing blonde curls to the child that would be the ruining of the family... Well anyway at the age of 2 my parent5s decided I was too old for baby toys and took them all away from me; they left only barbies and teddies. See little Arial didn't like that at all, she didn't like the barbies or teddies and wanted her old things back. At such a young age Arial didn't know what she had done wrong, she thought that she had been bad because she had everything ripped away so suddenly and painfully. But she grew up- I grew up. As I grew up I started to learn that if you want anything you do it yourself... You work hard, Work fast and evidently in the end Lie to your best ability....
'Where have you been Arial?' ' I've been to the market.' - Lie!
''Who have you been with?' 'I've been alone!' -Lie!
You see you get nowhere without telling a couple of lie's, I am certainly not the sucker that I used to be when it comes to my family that's for sure. In my family there is Mother, she married in the wealth that Farther had already obtained, she is just bruding to get more money and craves attention from the fellow Mum's. My Farther on the other hand is Jolly and Cheerful and always looks on the bright side; I love him but I never see him... He is always working and never has time. When I was little he played the Farther role perfect, he used to play and tease me and I grew up happily... So nothing really happened when I was little.... Then things got bad.
I began to hang around with the 'wrong' croud just to show my mother she was wrong... It worked! But then I got arrested...
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