Post by rea avalon victoria on Mar 5, 2010 2:12:54 GMT -8
REA AVALON VICTORIA .
* FULL NAME. rea avalon victoria
* AGE & BIRTHDAY. 21, march 1.
* SEXUALITY. straight, but alcohol does funny things to a person.
* OCCUPATION. student/photographer
* MAJOR. fine art/photography
* FACE CLAIM. elaina. duh.
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EARLY ERA OF NOTEBOOK ENTRIES OF REA AVALON VICTORIA
DIARY ENTRY 27; JUNIOR YEAR, NEW HIGH SCHOOL.
“ I HATE TEENAGE GIRLS. Its officially, sure I understand, I’m a new kid, I didn’t go to this fancy school all four years but seriously don’t stare at me like I’m a fucking retard. I bet they think I’m stupid, some kind of idiot, but honestly I could hold a conversation with one of my teachers long then they could twirl their hair. Of course on the plus side there’s this fucking ADORABLE boy in my government class that gives me the cutest looks sometimes. It’s a first time in a while that I’ve felt compelled to initiate conversation, but im not the type. I have therapy tomorrow, fuck my life, but on the plus side I just got Lola fixed so she doesn’t squeal like a pig anymore. Fucking fanbelts. God I love that car.”
DIARY ENTRY 89; JUNIOR YEAR, OH SHIT IM NOT SINGLE.
“ Trey’s cool, slick, charming. But all too perfect, something is off. We click a little bit too well. It’s almost scary, that crazy intense connection. His friends are assholes though, and kind of put a wedge between us, and he has a horrible wandering eye, but I trust him. Maybe a little too much? Either way I find him beautiful and entrancing and dfjkasfjds who knew this could exist in high school. Told him I loved him the other day with no response, I think he thought I was wasted, but either way, it sucks to know your boyfriend doesn’t love you back.”
DIARY ENTRY 239; SENIOR YEAR, FUCK FUCK FUCK
“ FUCK HIM. FUCK HIS FRIENDS. FUCK HIS SMILE. FUCK HIS DIMPLES. FUCK HIS HIPBONES. FUCK HIS SEX DRIVE. FUCK THE JACK DANIELS IN HIS CUPBOARD. FUCK THE WHITE COUCHES THAT HIS MOTHER RELISHES. FUCK HIS BROTHER WITH HIS LASER EYES. FUCK HIS POOL HOUSE. FUCK HIS POOL. FUCK HIS EXPENSIVE ASS HOME WITH THE EXPENSIVE ASS FURNITURE AND THE EXPENSIVE ASS FLOORING, AND FUCK THE PEOPLE WHO WALK ON IT. Fuck trey Hansen.,..
But fuck, I miss him.
p.s. im fucking pregnant. HOW JOYOUS.”
DIARY ENTRY 252; SENIOR YEAR, RUNNING AWAY
“ Im not going to tell him. No use in it. He hasn’t made an effort so I’m obviously not worth it. I knew I was too emotionally involved in this relationship. I pulled my stuff out of my locker today and packed shit up. I need out of LA, away from everything. I think New York will do me well. I can take care of a kid there right? I can take online classes and just move on. I just need to get away right now.”
DIARY ENTRY 398; AGE 19, BUSY LIVING
“ I just found my old diaries and they make me smile. My life has changed. I have a baby boy and he bumbles and smiles and does everything amazing. I am taking pictures on a tour right now for some bands and I have a wonderful boyfriend who makes me loads of happy, his name is Aidan and he treats me well. I have a problem though, I just got accepted to the New York Academy of art, and not gonna lie, I plan on going. I feel an impending break up.”
DIARY ENTRY 415; AGE 19, TROUBLE IN PARADISE
“ We broke up. My heart hurts. Don’t want to say much. He had tour and I had school but it still doesn’t feel right.”
LATER ERA OF NOTEBOOK ENTRIES OF REA AVALON VICTORIA (PRESCRIBED BY THERAPIST)
DIARY ENTRY 1; SEPTEMBER 19TH, BEGINNING OF SCHOOL YEAR SOPHOMORE.
“ A fucking notebook full of confessions. I guess this is what she wanted. My therapist is a cunt, so I’ll do what she says and write it all down. She can look into me and judge all she wants but she will never know me. I am a simple pawn. I am a fool for life itself even. I want to breath, and inhale, and smoke and drink and feel like I’m alive. I want to have sex with beautiful men… Safely that is. I don’t obey speed limits, in fact, fuck, I don’t obey rules at all. I won’t count calories and I won’t regret. I won’t lie or say something to please someone because that would be like lying to myself. People take living too seriously; they work every day of their life and fight for money, for control, for power. What is power anyways? The ability to get what you want? To be in charge? It’s a silly word, a sick fucking word. You don’t need to fucking be the president of the USA to get what you want. I can get what I want, but that doesn’t make me powerful. I can fight for what I want, and it won’t make me in charge. I don’t need power or control to feel satisfied with life. So many kids I know wake up everyday and dread work, they dread life, they dread it all. How could you hate a path that you picked? You can complain about your workplace but yet you don’t have the guts to change it, and you can complain about your shitty apartment yet you’re too lazy to go out and look for another one. I grew up thinking ‘Wow, are you really that hateful for what you have?’. Middle school was shitty, high school fucking sucked, but it all taught me shit that I could never learn anywhere else. I got beat up for opening my mouth, and blessed for keeping it shut, so I learned well that whole bullshit of ‘Ohhh always stand up for what you believe~’. My parents did the whole 9-5 shit, they ate, slept, fucked and nagged me until I bounced. It was a mind blowing experience, to tell them to fuck off and walk though that front door… I was liberated, and that’s when it all started. I’m in control of my life, and I never want to hate something that I do from morning to night. So I soul searched and found a road to a place called New York New York.”
DIARY ENTRY 12; NOVEMBER 29TH, AFTER THANKSGIVING VACATION WITH FAMILY. SOPHOMORE.
“ I don’t tend to tell this much to people. My life story is boring, so I’ll keep it simple. My parents were shits, they taught me well. I grew up open minded and I had a roof over my head. I was blessed in ways, but cursed in others. They didn’t give me much structure, which I definitely think adds to my procrastination, but then again I think it also is what compels me to succeed. I worked my ass off to become a good photographer, that’s what brought me here but of course shockingly enough its not what I do. I picked up a camera at like, I don’t know, fuck, age 4? I was such a little hipster. Not. I always took pictures. It’s such an amazing way to remember. Everyone loves to feel nostalgic. I’m just one of those people who always liked to provide the memories. I did it for a while on a tour but I realized it was burning me out, making my love for the hobby die, so I switched to out. I was always artistic. I play guitar, I sing, and I’m more than in love with art and drawing and expressing yourself. Don’t think I’m a pro. I play guitar but I can’t write my own songs, and the same with singing. I’m nothing special. I have a little brother who’s 19 and spoiled out of his mind. He and I have two totally different mind sets. Sure we like some similar things - sex, drugs, rock n roll – but he finds the need to make life a living hell for everyone else. I love him though, him and that cheeky foolish smile of his. Its not hard for me to love him, even if he grinds me all the time and doesn’t tell me shit. He makes me feel like a mother when I even dare to ask about girls, or friends, or drama, but when we have our moments they’re way beyond worth it. To say the least I’m proud of him. I came to this academy on scholarship, and double major thanks to a bit of extra cash that I shed. He was smart enough to follow, but he’s talented much more than I am. Like shit, that kid can sing, its almost ridiculous, but I’m happy to see him on that stage, ”
DIARY ENTRY 19; DECEMBER 18, WINTER BREAK, SOPHMORE YEAR.
“ Im supposed to describe myself, and write what I am and what I would change. I’m a natural brunette, 5’9 and thin, a positive person, an aggressive person, maybe a little hot headed and even more reckless. I’m a adult at the age of 19, but I’m also so fucking childish at times. I’m a goofball, a funloving girl who takes her job seriously but otherwise plays too hard. I’m a drinker. I’m a smoker. I may be a taaaad bit of a nympho. I’m honest. I’m a bitch. I’m loving. I’m loyal. I absolutely hate people who doubt others, and I really fucking hate liars. What would I change? Nothing. I wouldn’t change a thing, because I am who I am. I’ll admit it though, I did bite off more than I could chew, and I gave Chance up for adoption. I miss him, but he’s in good hands. There was no way I could play mother anymore and go to school full time.”
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