Post by saffron beaumont on Aug 18, 2009 11:28:28 GMT -5
SAFFRON ESME BEAUMONT
twenty two , citizen , beautiful disaster
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yo, yo, yo! the name is lee and i'm living life as a girlllie. i haven't really been on this planet for far too long since i'm only twenty. for four years of that time i've spent it doing this. i've totally read the rules, too. or else i wouldn't know that keep spinning circles
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[/size]HELLO! LET'S START OUT WITH SOMETHING EASY. WHAT WAS THE NAME GIVEN TO YOUR PRETTY FACE?
my name is saffron esme beaumont, i don't know why, i never asked.. i don't really care either to be honest. i think my name is pretty so i'll just roll with it. most people call me saff.
WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? DO YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT IT?
[/size][/right]i was born in the winter of nineteen eighty seven, on december sixteenth at two 'o five am. apparently my birth didn't go completely smooth, my mother was in the hospital for ten hours giving birth and had to stay overnight for three days. anyways, i was born right here in newark, i've been here for pretty much my entire life.
YOU KNOW I HAVE TO ASK THIS.. WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING? MEN, WOMEN?... MAYBE BOTH?
[/size][/right]definitely the men.
MOVING ON TO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE.. WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO SEE YOU SMILE?
[/size][/right]i love fashion, drawing, designing, journalism, shopping, singing on shower level, dancing in secret, parties, alcohol, sex, having a fun time, the beach, food!, jewelry, old movies, music <3, icecream, videogames, books, dressing up all fancy, the one thing i love the most is just putting on comfortable clothes and hanging out with my friends, being completely comfortable.
NOW, WHAT EXACTLY WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU PISSED AND UPSET? NOT THAT I PLAN ON IT.
[/size][/right]i really don't like liars, being underestimated, being ignored, people with no opinion, bad news, chocolate milk/cake/icecream, grapefruits, pretending to be someone you're not, losing my phone which i seem to have a habit of, being home alone, rap music, frogs and any other slimy animal, my parents at the moment.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOURSELF? YOU KNOW, THOSE THINGS CALLED 'GOALS'?
[/size][/right]i'm hoping to expand my fashion line more, maybe add a maternity line, or a children's line or something, i'd really like to proof my parent's wrong, proof to them that i did turn out okay, that i can achieve the things that i want, i don't even expect them to be proud of me, i just want to proof to them that i am one in a million. i hope to eventually get married and be completely satisfied with my life.
HOW IS YOUR LOVE-LIFE RUNNING? I'M ALWAYS DOWN FOR SPICING IT UP....
[/size][/right]are you sure you want to hear this? well here it goes. i'm currently dating single, cause i drove away my ex boyfriend.. or more like my parents did.. or maybe i did, i don't know. but now he has a new girlfriend and he seems so happy, better yet she is perfect, sweet, nice, beautiful.. am i completely evil for wanting to break them up? my parents never liked him, they thought he wasn't 'good enough' because of his family, but i loved him.. even though i didn't get the chance to tell him. so yeah, quite dramatic.
NOW TELL ME ABOUT THAT FAMILY OF YOURS. HOW WELL DO THINGS RUN THERE? IS IT JUICY?
[/size][/right]my mother and father are james and marie beaumont, my father works hard for his business company which is very successful. needless to say they are very high class, rich and high maintenance. mother doesn't really have a job, she shows her face around town, socializing here and there, keeping up a good word and a good reputation. when i started my fashion line, my mother told me they wouldn't invest in me, cause it had only a one in a million chance of succeeding, but i have already gone further than they expected me to. my father is proud of me no matter what, my mother is not so easy to impress i suppose. and to be quite honest i'm done trying. a daughter should not have to earn their parent's respect, it should be unconditional. i do still have a relationship with them, we talk, but it's never anything deep, just the basics and my mother talking to me about guys that would be just 'perfect' for me. so far, i've managed to brush her off every time, but i feel like i'll explode someday soon and they better be ready for it.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST, ANY SECRETS YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH ME? MY LIPS ARE SEALED.
[/size][/right]to be honest i'm not really the type for secrets. i wouldn't say i'm an open book, but i don't really have any deep dark secrets, yet anyways. i'll keep you updated.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
-- lately diem hadn't been feeling too great, now she wasn't sick or anything, but she felt stuck. like everyone around her was moving on, going forward and higher, while she was still stuck in the exact same place she was a year ago. tonight the depression had decided to sink in completely and d was running out of ways to get rid of it, she had tried to flirt with some guy at club m, but when he asked her to go to his place, she ditched him and left back to her dorm. upon arrival she realized brad was nowhere to be seen, so she took herself a long warm bath, including candles and music, letting the water was away her sorrows, but even that didn't work, so now she was laying on her bed, dressed in her underwear and a fluffy white robe, the tv stuck on a channel that was airing an old black and white movie, where currently a woman was fighting with her husband. letting out a frustrated sigh diem grabbed her bottle of tequila, which was standing on the nightstand beside her, and took herself some long gulps, before putting it back.
-- the truth was that diem hadn't really been herself lately, now obviously she couldn't let anyone else see that. so she had tried to flirt with guys, go out and party, do whatever she would normally do, but since she had been raped, the thought of male hands tracing her body was becoming less tempting. diem wasn't the type to dwell on things for too long, but this had hit her hard, the final drop that managed to crack her open. the last thing she wanted though was for people to feel sorry for her, or pity her, so she hadn't told anyone about the incident.. apart from brad that was. even though the two weren't together anymore, he always had an effect on her, lately she found herself studying his every move. the two weren't really on the best terms at the moment, even though the two split up on good terms, as of late diem had started to get annoyed with him. how he would just bring a different girl home everyday, how he liked to remind her of her mistake, how she was the one that turned him into a manwhore.
-- somewhere inside diem knew she was only jealous of the fact that he had moved on seemingly easy, with some rough patches at first, while she was doing the exact opposite, at first she seemed to have no problem with the break up, but now she was starting to regret things. dare she say that she had even be missing him. some people told her she only missed the thought of having a boyfriend, but diem knew better, she didn't want to be with just any guy, she wanted to be back with the guy she had fallen in love with, but was too scared to admit it. though diem was well aware this whole ordeal had been turned into a mission impossible, hell he had even confirmed it for her. she didn't know what to do about it anymore, whether to fight to get him back, or to just sit back and let him do whatever he wanted without stopping him. somewhere deep down she knew in the end all she wanted was for him to be happy, with whoever. but did that really have to be at the expense of her own happiness. besides she couldn't imagine that he was actually genuinely happy with his life as it was right now.
-- deciding she was done wallowing in her own self pity, she made her way over to the small fridge and decided to make herself some food, hell, who cares if it was 10 pm. she made herself a tiny stack of pancakes and some strawberries, taking a can of whipped cream with her, before resuming her position on the bed and attacking the food. changing the show on tv until she found a channel that was airing some re-runs of old friends episodes, but even if she had seen the re-runs, of the re-runs, they still managed to make her laugh. diem always liked the idea of sharing an apartment with her friends and she adored jennifer aniston, there was nothing about the show that she didn't like really.
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY STEFF. HOLLA!
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