Post by magnolia on Sept 25, 2010 14:40:25 GMT -5
VIOLA RENAE DE SILVAS
EIGHTEEN | HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR | ROONEY MARA
[/font]weep for yourself, my man, you'll never be what is in your heart. weep, little lion man, you're not as brave as you were at the start. rate yourself and rake yourself, take all the courage you have left, wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head. but it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line. i really f***ed it up this time, didn't i, my dear? didn't i, my dear? ------------------
"howdy there! i'm viola, like the instrument. oh, or if you've ever heard of shakepseare's twelfth night, think viola, the lovely cross-dressing heroine, except maybe don't associate me with the whole "cross-dressing" thing... not that there's anything wrong with cross-dressing! if that's your thing, more power to you. hell, that kind of stuff is the shit. it breaks down social barriers, moves us into the twenty-first century, you know? all i'm saying is i'd prefer you to associate me with, say, saving the manatees. wait, are manatees endangered? awh, well, i hope not. that would make me really pissy. they're such droopy-faced cutie pies. kind of like my last ex-boyfriend, 'cept he was on some crazy shit and the whole "droopy-faced" thing was a result of wayyy too much pot. okay, scratch that. do not associate manatees with my ex-boyfriend. he was a dumbass, which is why i broke-up with him. it just so happens i'm always the dumpee. it's more than just a choice. it's in my quintessential nature to be in control. i'm a modern woman, or if you're a narrow-minded prick, a tease. i can wear the pants in a relationship, call the shots, do the asking out, the breaking up, and therefore, i will. i like to think of myself as a bit of a forward-moving radical, a feminist, if you please. actually, that's a lie. i'm more than "a bit" of either of those things. i really like to break the rules, do crazy shit that freaks people out. i'm all about the reaction, not the action. my morals are a little skewed from reading too much heavy russian literature and listening to a few too many bob dylan songs. i've convinced myself i'm practically joan of arc, minus the frenchie shit and "word of god" b.s., although when i do happen to pull one of my notorious stunts, i can always justify it - just not with religion. for instance, the time i dyed my hair purple. completely justifiable. it was my way of commenting on society's unrealistic standards of beauty, because, let's face it. i'm pretty hot, so i had to try and uglify myself in some drastic way to prove my point. yeah, i bet that just about now you've come to the same conclusion my sister has. i'm a hopeless case, a screw-up in the making, etc., lecture, lecture, sermon, lecture. do you know how many pamphlets on abstinence before marriage i have in my dresser draw? how many condoms i have just in case i choose to ignore said pamphlets? do you know how much i know about using protection? too much, my friend. too much. i've never even had sex. although, i might have last year at junior prom... though that's completely besides the point! it's just that the whole night's still a bit fuzzy, really, but man, was my date fine and he even knew dickens. we talked about great expectations between all the wine and making-out. ohhh, you wouldn't believe the irony in all of that, too, considering scarlet got knocked-up on prom night. i'm the last great hope (see, even the fact we talked about great expectations adds to the irony!) of the de silvas clan, and honestly, it's like they don't understand that they're practically preaching to the choir. i mean, i'm not pregnant yet, and i may have my stupid moments, but i'm already all set to go to columbia next year! maybe they're just mad i'm going to be an art major. it's plausible. my "finger painting" is not going to help me make a living, they tell me everyday, at every opportunity, in the hopes i'll change my mind. hell, like i care! i'll be a starving artist, if that's what it comes to. i mean, can you imagine me in a cubicle? i walk around with paint in my hair half the time. i'm not cut out for a hum-drum life. i crave excitement, and that's that."[/JUSTIFY][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE][/SIZE]
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