[ LawrenceEdwardsMaximillian ]
[ Mr. Nice-Guy ]
ί ωαѕ вσяη p***s Monster, 17γєαяѕ αgσ.
ησω, ί'м 6'2 αη∂ ί ωєίgн 147.
ѕραяκ мγ ίητєяєѕτ ;
~ Journalism
~ Nature
~ Burgers
~ Kanye West
τίсκ мє σƒƒ ;
~ Editing
~ Global Warming
~ Spicy food
~ Romantic Comedies
нσω ί сαмє τσ вє
Traveling the world in only 17 years kind of sums up my life. Originally I was in a small quiet town in Indiana with my father being home sales man and mother working for a triple A. Both small very low supporting jobs, my parents even began to plan out my future in that small hell hole, but lucky for me, my grandmother and grandfather died in a car accident. And being the only daughter of that pair of old people, my mother got everything they owned, even the two other houses they owned. Not one to brag or anything, but my grandparents were loaded. And then with the last chapter for my grandparents, the first chapter of my life opened.
Since I was seven at the time my grandparents died, I really can't remember much of what exactly we sold of my grandparents and what we had kept of theirs. My parents have told me millions of times I just can't seem to remember, except for my grandpa's journal. It was made in 1901 and he had written a few logs but besides that it was pretty much empty, go emptying out what was left in there, I began writing. Now not poetry since I was so little, I probably didn't even like girls because of the whole 'cooties' phase, so basically looking back and reading what I had written, the logs basically consist of me talking about the places I've been too and what I've seen.
August 28th 1999, 'Me, mommy, and daddy, are going to leave the house now. Bye bye, old house. Momma says we are going to go to a hot house, away from the cold, I can't wait to get there. See you later.' That was the first log I said, now the house in Florida was beautiful, it was very open and right on the beach. It was truly magnificent, and from being somewhere where it was cold and bleak on a regular basis, coming to a warm comfortable felt 'well deserved. But by the time I was 11 my parents wanted to move, try out the other house my grandparents had, which was up in New York.
That year we left for the house in New York was the same year that we got our golden retriever. Dad thought it was the dumbest mistake we could've done for a moving family like ours, but my mom said that since I didn't have any friends that could stay in touch with me and she just worried about my social life. So she got me a dog; thanks mom. But the dog really did pay off, we named him Caleb. And my mom was right, I have many good memories with that dog.
Now on my current chapter, I am brought to the state of California attentending the high school of Mclains. A fresh new school with few memories but, I am willing to make new memories that I hope to write in my journal and always remember.
ωнσ ί αм
I am a very caring person as my parents had brought me up and how I have become to look at myself, I put people's interests and desires before my own. I try not to judge people at first looks, I am usually good at not doing that, but there are few times when I slip. I have a short temper but I try to control my temper and my tongue.
сαℓмίηg мєℓσ∂γ
'Waiting' - Colour
вєнίη∂ τнє мαѕκ γσυ ωίℓℓ ƒίη∂ iHarajuku
o u t c a s t 
o u t c a s t 
[ Mr. Nice-Guy ]
ί ωαѕ вσяη p***s Monster, 17γєαяѕ αgσ.
ησω, ί'м 6'2 αη∂ ί ωєίgн 147.
ѕραяκ мγ ίητєяєѕτ ;
~ Journalism
~ Nature
~ Burgers
~ Kanye West
τίсκ мє σƒƒ ;
~ Editing
~ Global Warming
~ Spicy food
~ Romantic Comedies
нσω ί сαмє τσ вє
Traveling the world in only 17 years kind of sums up my life. Originally I was in a small quiet town in Indiana with my father being home sales man and mother working for a triple A. Both small very low supporting jobs, my parents even began to plan out my future in that small hell hole, but lucky for me, my grandmother and grandfather died in a car accident. And being the only daughter of that pair of old people, my mother got everything they owned, even the two other houses they owned. Not one to brag or anything, but my grandparents were loaded. And then with the last chapter for my grandparents, the first chapter of my life opened.
Since I was seven at the time my grandparents died, I really can't remember much of what exactly we sold of my grandparents and what we had kept of theirs. My parents have told me millions of times I just can't seem to remember, except for my grandpa's journal. It was made in 1901 and he had written a few logs but besides that it was pretty much empty, go emptying out what was left in there, I began writing. Now not poetry since I was so little, I probably didn't even like girls because of the whole 'cooties' phase, so basically looking back and reading what I had written, the logs basically consist of me talking about the places I've been too and what I've seen.
August 28th 1999, 'Me, mommy, and daddy, are going to leave the house now. Bye bye, old house. Momma says we are going to go to a hot house, away from the cold, I can't wait to get there. See you later.' That was the first log I said, now the house in Florida was beautiful, it was very open and right on the beach. It was truly magnificent, and from being somewhere where it was cold and bleak on a regular basis, coming to a warm comfortable felt 'well deserved. But by the time I was 11 my parents wanted to move, try out the other house my grandparents had, which was up in New York.
That year we left for the house in New York was the same year that we got our golden retriever. Dad thought it was the dumbest mistake we could've done for a moving family like ours, but my mom said that since I didn't have any friends that could stay in touch with me and she just worried about my social life. So she got me a dog; thanks mom. But the dog really did pay off, we named him Caleb. And my mom was right, I have many good memories with that dog.
Now on my current chapter, I am brought to the state of California attentending the high school of Mclains. A fresh new school with few memories but, I am willing to make new memories that I hope to write in my journal and always remember.
ωнσ ί αм
I am a very caring person as my parents had brought me up and how I have become to look at myself, I put people's interests and desires before my own. I try not to judge people at first looks, I am usually good at not doing that, but there are few times when I slip. I have a short temper but I try to control my temper and my tongue.
сαℓмίηg мєℓσ∂γ
'Waiting' - Colour
вєнίη∂ τнє мαѕκ γσυ ωίℓℓ ƒίη∂ iHarajuku
o u t c a s t o u t c a s t 
