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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 ____ Music speaks the words we're afraid to say out loud. ~ Unknown
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Hi there! My name is Joey. Oh, sorry! You wanted my full name? That would be Joey Lola Rose. Kinda weird, I know. Joey in my case stands for absolutely nothing more, than Joey. It isn't a nickname, and yes, it really is my first name. I was named after my birth father, Joey Douglas Rose. My mom, no matter how hard she tries to deny it, wanted a boy for her first child. No decent parent would tell their child that they didn't exactly want you, but the way she looks tells all. You would think that it would bother me, but to be honest, I don't really have a problem with it. The meaning of Joey, doesn't describe me at all. Joey means 'He will enlarge' and is also the term for a baby kangaroo. Definitely nothing about a teenage girl in there, but I still like it. Shall we move on to my middle name? Lola was given to me by the decency of my mom. Grandma wanted it to be Georgia after her mother, but mom put her foot down on that. But again, Lola has nothing to do with me, except this time it kind of describes my mom. The name means 'sorrows' and 'moving to and fro.' We move around a lot because of mom... Anyways, last name. This one is easy. I received my last name from my birth father. I don't understand why I can't change it to my moms last name, Perkins. I get it that I'm his child too, but still. I've never met the guy, and from what I hear, I'm glad. Apparently he's rich, but wanted nothing to do with me and mom when he heard she was pregnant. So they settled it in court 18 years ago, and that was it... Oops! I got off on a bit of a tangent there. I assume the last thing you'd want to know is my age. As of the passed May 21st, I am still, a teenager. I di get my license though, so that's good. I'm 17 years young.
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When I look in the mirror, I see me silly! Ok, ok, I'll be a little more serious... Lets start with hair. My hair is naturally light blond in color. Right now I'm letting it be because the last time I died it, my hair kind of fried. Let me tell you, it was bad. I had an Afro for weeks, and my hair as always been super wiry. With the use of a enough product it finally straightened out, but I don't want to disturb the beast. Also with my hair, its really very short. I have a pixie cut that I absolutely love. I got is shortened to a bob in the last state me and mom were in, but when I got here, I decided to have it almost all chopped off. Eyes next! My eyes are the one thing about 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. My eyes are a brilliant blue color, with flakes of green and gold at different times. In different lighting's they appear to change color, sometimes they look an almost teal color and at others the darkest blue. My height is another situation... I am short. Its the truth, I am always going to be a very small petite person. I'm about 5'0, have long legs, mediocre arms, and little upper body strength. For most of elementary school i was the tallest person in my grade. I think in 4th grade, I quit growing. I mean seriously, I hit 5'0 and stayed. My mom, and apparently dad, are short too so I guess I couldn't have expected much, but still. A girl can hope can't she? Anyways, lets move on to weight. I'm not one of those super superficial girls who won't say, I could care less. I weighed 90 pounds the last time I checked, and yes I know 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 would describe myself as a a vintage hipster. I know this my be a bit of a shock to you as I am rambling on and on, but I like to try and fade away into the background. I dress a little out there sometimes, but nothing crazy. I like the way vintage clothing gives me that little quirk, that's all...
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________________________________________________Personality huh? I thought you would have some what of an idea by now, but oh well! I am really very silly and bubbly. I love joking around and being on sugar highs. Some people think I'm a little crazy for how much energy I seem have, but I find it fun. Crashing afterwards however, is not fun at all. As you probably guessed by now, I love to talk. My mouth and mind never seem to slow down, and if I actually stop talking, I am most certainly doing something else. I could be dancing, bouncing, singing. Anything. Now as much as I love to be crazy, I do have a serious side. I am constantly going over assignments and responsibilities in my head. Even though I might not act like it all the time, you can count on me for anything. I just put in my ear buds, slip off into my own little world, and get things done. Occasionally I have unorthodox methods, but by the end of the day all my work is accounted for. One other part of me not a lot of people get to see. I try really hard not to stress out or get mad in public, it takes a lot to push my buttons. Some days the world crashes in and I can't help it, but the most you'll usually ever get out of me is a snarky comment or a stern tone to my voice. Crying in public though, never happens. That I don't do. Everything has to be going extremely and horribly wrong for me to shed a tear. At home in to my pillow is more like it. In the comfort of my room with the door closed, that's when I crumble. Exhaustion and emotion over takes me and I crash.
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My history isn't all bad. I have had a pretty normal childhood. As I said earlier, I have never met my birth father. Its been just me and mom for a long time now, but that's okay. We have a lot of fun together. My mom, Cecilia Perkins, doesn't really like to stay in one place for too long. She dates a guy, they break up after a month or so, and we move on to a 'new adventure.' It wasn't always like this though... when I was little, I think we lived in Michigan. Mom married my step dad Leon Perkins, her long term boyfriend, and we had the whole big happy family thing for a while. He was dad to me. Leon had filled the void, and had been around since I was born. I actually though he was my birth father until I was like six or seven. Somebody explained it to me, how he's my step dad and all, and I got pretty upset. I can't remember exactly why, but I wanna say I felt like my life was a lie. I started questioning other things after that, but it slowly drifted away. We found out Leon was sick when I was ten. He'd been having some lung problems, but always dismissed it until one day he just couldn't breath. The three of us were in the living room joking around and playing monopoly when he started wheezing. His face turned purple and he passed out in a matter of minutes. After that, everything's kind of a blur to me. An ambulance came and rushed him over. He never came home. The doctors found a stage 4 tumor in his lungs that night, and it was too far gone to treat. He made it a week before slipping away. A week after his funeral, mom packed us up and moved, and from there started the ever going adventures. In the last eight years, we've lived in what seems to be almost all 48 contiguous states. I've been the new kid more times than I can count, and we have moving down to a science. Most of the west coast we haven't hit, and I don't now that we're going to. I don't know if I'm going to. This school has so many open ended questions, so many weird aspects. I don't even know if I'm imagining all this.
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l i k e s & d i s l i k e s
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_______________________________________________________✔ Outdoors
_____________✔ Baseball
_____________✔ Dogs
_____________✔ Music
_____________✔ Dancing
_____________✔ Internet
_____________✔ My Ipod
_____________✔ Disney
_____________✔ Pop
_____________✔ Laughing
_____________✔ Singing
_____________✔ Piano
_____________✔ Sour Patch Kids
_____________✔ Cuddling
_____________✔ Talking
_____________✔ Sleeping
_____________✔ Bow Ties
_____________✔ DJ
_____________✔ Guitar
_____________✔ Sunsets
_____________✔ Vinyl Records
_____________✔ Vintage
_____________✔ Punk
_____________✔ Fruit
✗ Mac 'n Cheese
✗ Mom's Casseroles
✗ Sadness
✗ Ants
✗ Stress
✗ Cats
✗ School
✗ Spaghetti
✗ Fish
✗ Sirens
✗ Forgetting Assignments
✗ Failing
✗ Waiting
✗ Silence
✗ Brain Freezes
✗ Being Cold
✗ Headaches
✗ Death
✗ Jerks
✗ Show Offs
✗ Sponge Bob
✗ Barbies
✗ Rumors
✗ My Birth Father
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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 truthfully do the 'love' thing either. People are not to be trusted with something like that when I'm just gonna get up and move at any time.
B o y f r i e n d: Single Pringle Power! I swear, valentines day should really be called single awareness day, because as sad as it is true, I've never been in a relationship during valentines day. To be truthful, I've only dated like two guys. So yeah...
P o w e r s: Fire and Seer
O t h e r: Well, I have a one year old male terrier mix at home named Franklin. He's a big and floppy goofball that i love to pieces. I picked him up at a shelter in the last state we were in. We've been practically inseparable ever since! Driving wise? My car 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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