Post by Chelsea Myleen on Dec 26, 2008 13:18:54 GMT -6
CHELSEA AURORA MYLEEN !
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[/font]CAUSE YOU'RE HOT THEN YOU'RE COLD[/color][/font]
hey there ! my name is Chelsea Myleen, and yeah, i'm a girl. i know, crazy right ?! anyway, i've been gracing you with my presence for nearly 16 years, and i love this place; thanks to Hogwarts; A Legend for leading me here. you can also find me by pm-ing me, or through others who knows me [no other charries except Chelsea]. let's let the fun begin[/font]
YOU'RE YES THEN YOU'RE NO[/color][/font]
well, my full name is Chelsea Aurora Myleen, but i like to be called Chels, C.A.M., but only my best friends are allowed to call me that, or maybe Aura and Rora. my full name means my parents' love toward the sea and the dawn. Chelsea means 'a port of ships ', and Aurora means 'the dawn'. My parents fell in love while walking on a beach in the dawn; probably because of some voodoo nuts. i'm 16 years old, yeah; i'm legal - and a girl, thank you very much. you can find me on the original list, where it'll say i'm a sophomore year. oh, and i almost forgot, my birthday is on 25th of April, wanna throw me a party ?! i knew it[/font]
YOU'RE IN AND YOU'RE OUT[/color][/font]
i'm damn good looking, wouldn't you say? i've been told that i look like Kristen Stewart, but everyone knows i'm way sexier. don't even lie ! what, you didn't think that picture was flattering? well i have brown hair; sort of like reaching under my shoulders, but not to my waist. It's mostly wavy, slightly curly at times, but I can get it to be straightened out.. and my eyes - they're two pools of blue; you could say they're often mistaken to be in a darker color, such as brown. Actually, they sort of are brown as well, they're brown closer to the middle of my irises, so it depends on the light which colors they'll appear to be. at least, that's what i've been told. i'm such a beast, almost 5'4'' feet, can you believe it? yeah, i take after my dad. and not that it's any of your business, but i weigh 108 pounds, and have a slim body type. i know, i know; i should make an exercise video. i stay this way by nothing in particular, it's really strange, I have a fast metabolism so I can't gain weight easily at all, it's a lot harder than it sounds. you can usually find me wearing a style combination of casual, rockgirl-ish and retro, though i'm notorious for crazier things. oh trust me bby, you ain't seen nothing yet[/font]
YOU'RE UP AND YOU'RE DOWN[/color][/font]
jeez ! some people just piss me off. it's like they don't get that i like music, even classical music, art, reading, sunny days, mysteriousness, antique things, nature, taking walks, love and my friends and family, and hate shallow, selfish and too stuck up people, unoriginality, immatureness, cloudy days, getting my feelings hurt and needing to wake up to early in the morning ! is it really that hard to remember ?! but really, my pet peeves list could go on and on, i'll try and narrow it down so you don't fall asleep. i mean, people chewing bubble gums to loudly, people being too loud in general, misunderstandings and when someone's too pushy or nosy, when someone acts immature and disgusting and traffic jams are just grotesque, don't you think? i'll admit i have some bad habits of my own, though; namely taping my fingers upon any hard surface or twisting my hair with my fingers when I'm nervous, and also bitting my lip, and my quirks include always checking everything twice, I hate it when I leave from home and realize I forgot my cell-phone, for an example, and also tapping my fingers once on a glass of anything before I drink from it. but i swear i'm a really creative, understanding, romantic, intelligent and witty person. i have some weaknesses, which besides chocolate are the fact my wit is mostly dry and sarcastic, so it can offend people, my unbearable stubbornness, impatience, clumsiness which appears at the worst timing possible, courage that can be foolish because I can be brave enough to face something close to death, but I go screaming at the sight of a spider, a needle or some blood, and also my mysteriousness which can be mistaken for shyness or simply being strange. but i have great points too - my creativity as I mentioned earlier, and the ability to blend in a situation easily, bravery that can, when it's not reckless like I said a second ago, be very useful to me and others, my determination and pursuance of following my dreams and what I want, politeness and good manners . ssh, can you keep a secret ?! of course you can; i knew i could trust you. well, don't spread this on the bathroom wall, but I'm still a virgin. Another secret is I hate cliche's and I'm utterly annoyed by them, and I also hate jocky, stuck up guys, but I try to be polite and hide that, simply keeping away from them and that kind of people. I also suck at sports. Not all of them, but in most. That isn't actually a secret, it's obvious, but still, I hide that when I have a choice. oh i feel so much better now
I'm actually a very secretive person, which I can mention since we're already talking about secrets. Trough my life I've been slightly different from others, never really fitting in completely. When I was in kindergarten and all the girls played with Barbie dolls and houses, I draw and designed Barbie dolls and houses, yes well in that silly children-like drawings, but it was still sometimes strange, or I learned. It continued in primary school, I was always very curious, and along with my two-sided bravery, it somehow managed to get me in only a few troubles, and mostly let me always learn what interested me.
In junior high I got more relaxed, I actually always was, but being to put aside by other kids sometimes, and not really being friends with the entire class left a mark on me. I tend to be very mysterious, calm and I have a huge lack of believing in myself. In high school, I seemed to fit in somewhat well. I'm still my mysterious, sarcastic self, so I can still be alone or ignored, but I don't care. I won't change myself for anyone. Yeah, apparently, my appearance isn't that bad, so I got a bit of a flattering reaction of some boys during my still lasting high school years, but they all weren't my type, which figures, they managed to be interested in a girl like me, so they can't be normal. I'm careful about who I date and all that, I won't date anyone that asks.
I'm very suspicious in general, as well, always being careful, maybe even too careful, but at times I do let that other reckless side of my courage and the wish to explore lead me. I'd never to anything too sick or reckless, though, like take drugs, get drunk, have one-night stands, or anything at all like that, no way. My bravery goes to the line I might date a criminal if my love is really true, without any fear, but my bravery also has certain limits.
I'm very stubborn and very determined. I hate when people treat me like a child, or take me like someone beyond my abilities. For an example, if you call me lazy I'll mop floors of all houses in the Florida to proof you wrong. Ok, well, maybe not all floors, but I definitely won't give up until you change your mind. It's just the way I am, when I want to proof or find out about something, I don't give up.
But to mention some good points of my personality, I can be very creative, and when it comes to solving problems, I blend in the situation easily, always finding solutions, ways to solve everything without a fuss. Oh, yes, I hate when someones makes a fuss, a mess, doesn't take serious things for serious, or does anything as annoying or too panicking and mindless like that. A bit of drama is always good, but I prefer to avoid it. It doesn't avoid me, though.
Oh, yeah, when it comes to my sensitive side, I can be very reckless and headless while I'm in love. I can literally fall in love with almost any kind of a guy, love doesn't have limits, but I prefer someone mysterious, intelligent, worth of interest, who loves music and is creative. A guy with a personality slightly similar to mine. I would give everything to the one I love, and I mean really love, not when I just have a crush on someone. I take love seriously, and I would freak out if the one I love simply abandoned me or cheated on me. I'd want him to be happy, but I'd be devastated for months after that. When I care for someone a lot, it's hard for me to ever get that person out of my heart.[/font]
YOU'RE WRONG WHEN IT'S RIGHT[/color][/font]
i was born and raised in Colorado but now live Orlando. i've had a crazy life, but i'm alright. my biological parents are Evan and Jasmine Myleen, and the people who raised me are the same. i don't have any rascal flats, no siblings. i also don't have a great little pet, yet. but seriously, my life is important. the happiest memory of my life was probably when my parents bought me a notebook for my poems, songs and all the scribblings I always did. Yes, I could've took any of my own notebooks, but this was really special sketchbook they bought in London, it's beautiful and I still have it, it showed me how my parents appreciate my hobbies and talents; i know, i almost cried i was so thrilled. but then there's the worst - jeez i hate thinking about it. when I was in junior high. It was my first day in school there, when I still lived in L.A., where I moved to a few years due to my father's job. That day was awful, I was completely ignored, I was the strange new kid, not that I wasn't strange anyway. It was simply creepy, I hated it.. sigh, i've had a hard knock life.
I was born in Colorado, 25th of April. My parents didn't really expect me so soon, I was born one month before the doctor said I was supposed to be born. Perhaps that's the reason why my parents are always so worried and protective over me, I kind of have the feeling they think I'm all fragile and and weak before I was born a bit early. They even mentioned that once. I wonder if that really does have something to do with my appearance. People always see me as a child, that cute little girl. Rarely ever someone told me I was beautiful, I was mature, I was responsible. All th0ugh the first one is questionable, I think I pretty much cover the other two a lot, but people keep seeing me as a shy little girl, as they always did. It used to annoy the hell out of me, now it amuses me. Sometimes people can be so shallow.
As I grew up I spent the first few of my years at my grandparents' farm, at Colorado, where my family first lived until I was four. The memories I hold from my youngest period of child-hood, and any first memories I hold at all come from there. Colorado will always be my home, and when I think of it, I never really fit in well anywhere else except there. So, when I was four, my dad got this new job at L.A. My dad is an architect and he got a huge opportunity to be involved in building some fancy companie's building. Back than my mom and dad weren't that good with the money, my grandparents' helped us out a lot, and a chance like this wasn't a chance worth missing. So I also agreed. I mean, I didn't really have a choice. I was four.
In L.A. my parents signed me up in a kindergarten, something I wasn't used to. Back at Colorado I had a few friends, but mostly I was alone at the farm, exploring, getting into trouble every now and than, my curiosity really was and still is something I'd be better without... But anyway, I wasn't really used to this kind of life. From a farm in Colorado, to a top class city like L.A. So, in the kindergarten, all kids had fancy toys, Barbies, Kens, the mos expensive ones. I didn't have a lot. Most of my toys, which were rare thing for me back than, I kept home. It was the time when my parents struggled for money. I didn't want a simple doll they bought me but worked for really hard, to be destroyed by a bunch of snobby kids. I always carried my notebook, and crayons, I draw, I read, I learned, never socialized a lot. I was pretty much a little freak even back than, haha.
So, than elementary school started. It was kind of better. One of the girls that went into my kindergarten also went into my new class, so I had a friend from the start. We were best friends, and other than her I had one other best friend I got later. But only girls were my friends, boys still had cooties, remember? Haha, anyway... It was all pretty much good. There were some kids who already thought they were better than the others, but back than, everyone else hated them. I had my first crush at elementary school, haha, my first kiss. Though not a real kiss. A kiss in a cheek he gave me when we were playing tag, I didn't even know why he did it. Unfortunately, until than, I discovered that a bigger feeling such as love exists somewhere out there, and boys stopped having cooties. They became heart-breaking idiots. But not to me, yet.
So that was when junior high started, and my parents moved to Florida than, this time due to my mother's job. She's a chemist. By this point, my dad became quite successful with his job and our money situation was no more a situation or a problem at all. This time we didn't have to buy a small flat, we bought a house at a beach in Adeline, a suburb my parents really liked. From some reason. To me, the girl who was born to despise cliche's, this place was like hell. The perfect lawns, the perfect houses, the perfect people, even the perfect kids. And than there was me. The strange, ungirly, unsnobish girl from Colorado that spent a few years of her life in L.A. That was the point when people started to pick interest in me, L.A. was like heaven to them, and at it's mentioning they stopped yawning and their too perfect smiles turned into amazement. Yes, I live at a small flat a the very edge of L.A., oh the excitement! But at least it was something. As soon as that ended, as that summer ended, and as first day of junior high began, it was all over.
My first day at school, like I already said, was terrible. Everyone started at me, the strange new kid, like I was a freak. Some with amazement, some with disgust, some even with fear from some unknown reason. I seriously am the only person in the entire world that opposes non threat to anyone at all, because even a kid can outrun me or beat me in a fight, frankly. That might also be the reason why I was so out-casted. All that tanned, Florida girls already trained from playing beach-volleyball everyday were simply perfect at gym class. You're guessing? Yeah, I wasn't. Not much of a surprise, huh? Well yeah, the cool girls teased me, the good-looking boys ignored me, or joined in the teasing, and dragging trough junior high was awful.
When high school finally came, I expected the final circle of the entire hell, but surprisingly it wasn't that bad. Some people already knew me, I made a few friends, people actually acted like I was finally normal, and you could say I finally fit in. But if you look well, I still haven't. I'm still different, because the cool, rich and tanned Florida girls remained cool, rich and tanned Florida girls, I stayed the pale, uncool, mysterious self. I was so quiet at times, people were bound to start making things up about me at times, but it always faded, and I always ignored that. Now I'm a sophomore, I'm myself, and I'm happy with it. Sure, my life could be better, way better, but I'm thankful for what I've got, and who I've got. It's all about not thinking negatively, isn't it?[/font]
IT'S BLACK AND IT'S WHITE[/color][/font]
so i've been role playing for 3 years. i know, i'm practically a veteran. i'd consider myself to be a intermediate to advanced roleplayer; i like playing girls better. whaat, you want some proof ?! well, here you go.
Chelsea was sitting at the edge of the fountain at the town square, the usual place where her best friend Francesca and herself met, and were supposed to be meeting today. Supporting herself with her palms pressed on the edge of the fountain behind her, she leaned back a bit more, gazing at her surrounding. She absolutely adored this place and the view it had on almost the entire square. All the little and big buildings perfectly aligned, the perfect street stretching itself in front of her, the blue sky above and sun sending perfectly it's golden rays down on Chelsea's pale face, surprisingly giving it slight of a yellowish color in stead making it seem even more pale.
The warmth on her cheeks soothed Chelsea and a mild smile escaped the very corners of her lips as she closed her eyes, letting the sun soak in her eyelids. Not a moment after, she suddenly heard some commotion, and laughter, not so far away from her. Suddenly aware of how long she's been waiting here, the girl's face traveled to her black wrist watch. More than five minutes passed since the arranged time Francesca and herself arranged to meet, and Chelsea couldn't help but to wonder what kept her friend up again.
Soon, she gained an answer, as she raised her head, the curiosity she felt about the recent commotion beginning to unbearable, and to her luck, but her friend's misfortune, the source of the commotion was the very curly haired girl Chelsea was waiting for. "Fran!" , Chelsea yelled out worriedly, quickening her pace into a run as she was moving toward the fallen girl who seemed to have been trying to get up now.
Prepared to help Fran if her balance would be hard to keep, Chelsea rushed to her friends side, but Fran was already standing straight up, marching toward her, still seeming to be occupied by this entire situation. Chelsea was actually glad she didn't have to help, not that she wouldn't do anything to help, but Chelsea sometimes had trouble with her own balance, and you can't imagine what trouble her fragile frame would have with supporting someone else's balance. "Fran." , Chelsea breathed out repeating more calmly and quietly to her friend who almost marched right beside her. [/font][/center]
