Post by rosalie johnson on Jul 28, 2009 1:08:06 GMT -5
rosalie denise johnson
E I G H T E E N . S E N I O R . B R O K E N
My mom loves older names that you don't hear often. she was fascinated by the name rosalie so that's what she named me. I think she's one of the only people that call me rosalie though, most people shorten my name to rose, I guess i sometimes go by it too. Denise, well, that's my grandma's on my dad's side name and that's what my dad wanted to name me but my mom won that battle.
I was born in Port Charlotte, Florida in this big hospital that I don't know the name of. I could look it up, but I'm not going to. Yeah, I'm 18 years young babe! My birthday is January the first—that's right, New Year's Day baby. I was actually born at three o' clock in the morning so maybe that's why I'm such an early riser.
Okay, well for some reason I've always had this huge love for cats. I figure someday I'll be the one to grow up as the old cat lady who has fifty cats and knows each one by name. I really hope not but you never know. I like rabbits too, I guess I'm an animal person 'cause I like dogs and birds and such too. I like art and photography. I'm really into painting and drawing. You should see my walls at home, I painted them to express myself and my feelings. I love music and movies. For some odd reason, I love musicals and i have no clue why. I love driving around with my friends and swimming. I'm a big boat person! I really like riding in boats. I like flowery scents and the scent of pumpkin spice and apple cinnamon, oh and especially vanilla, that's my favorite. I'm into bright colors and my favorite color would have to be between teal and pacific blue. I'm a sucker for chocolate and ice cream too. Oh and I'm quite good at the piano, I've been playing for thirteen years about.
First of all, I do not like spiders! Ew, oh and snakes either. I'm not afraid of them, in fact I love stepping on spiders for some reason, but I just don't like them at all. I hate having asthma because it sucks. I always act up when I run so I was forced to quite track and cross country. Although it's not as bad as when I first got it so i can run again if I remember to take a couple puffs on my inhaler. i hate it when guys call me 'hot' or 'sexy', I would much rather hear 'pretty' or 'beautiful' and as long as we're on the subject, I'm not a toy in one of those stupid claw machines at an arcade. I'm not some prize to be won so don't even try. I don't like when guys try to come on to me, grabbing me and whatnot either, it's disgusting. Oh, and I'm not a fan of drunk driving, so don't do it. It kills lives.
I'm heterosexual and proud of it! Don't get me wrong, girls are awesome, I mean take it from a girl, but I'm not into dating them. I just can't think of girls in that way. I haven't really been in any serious relationships, just little flings and crushes and that's about it. I'm not really looking for love at the moment, I'm trying to wait and let love find it's way to me, and if that happens, I'll take it when it comes.
I was created as a replacement for my sister that died. Do you know how horrible that makes me feel? I mean they were planning on naming her Rosalie Denise Johnson. My dad told me that she died right after Mom gave birth because she was born premature. I know it's sad and I would've liked to have had an older sister. I think she would've been about two years older than me. I guess it just hurts to know that they didn't want me for me, but for a replacement so they could attempt at fixing their broken hearts. They least they could've done for me was keep it a secret, not tell me.
oh, and last year, my two best friends died in a car accident. As if life couldn't be any worse. They were half of who I was, I grew up with both of them, we went to daycare together and everything. I balled my eyes out when it was all over the news. The accident was caused by a drunk driver who passed a red light at an intersection. Crashed right into the side of the car. Gracie was killed instantly; she was the one on the side of the impact. Lindsey who was driving was thrown around a lot and hit her head and she got a concussion and went into a coma. After a few weeks though she died. I guess it just hit me pretty hard because I knew where they were going, I was supposed to go with them you see. They were heading to this diner where we hung out all the time, only this time my parents wouldn't let me go with because they wanted me to stay home and watch my little brother, Ben. I could've died too.
horses are probably my biggest fear. I used to love them, I actually rode them quite a bit. Then one time I was out riding with Lindsey and we were thirteen I think if I'm remembering correctly. Anyways, we were out on some trails out in the woods and we came upon a fallen tree trunk. Lindsey's horse jumped over with ease. I got nervous because I knew my horse, Red wouldn't jump over so easily. He never did. There wasn't an easy route around this obstacle though. So i built up my courage and told Red he could do it. He paced forward slowly and sniffed the tree. He hesitantly stepped over with his front hooves, but then back up again. I tried pushing him but he wouldn't and then a twig snapped, echoing loudly, spooking him. He reared and whinnied and bucked. I fell off to the side and he almost stepped on me. I was scared out of my life.
I have this strange fear of getting hit by a car. It is possible you know. I guess this fear just kind of developed itself inside my mind throughout the years. I can't really explain it, I just feel like I could be riding my bike, or walking across a crosswalk and someone didn't see me and bam! They hit me.
1) figure out what I wanna do with my life
2) buy a car that actually works and doesn't die on me
3) learn how to play the guitar
4) get out more
Well, of course there's mom and dad. Kirsten is my mom and she's 45. She teaches high school social studies classes, so I see her quite often. I'm glad I'm going to be graduating soon. My dad, Paul, is 49 and designs video games. Yeah, I think it's weird but we get free video games. Then I've got my little brother, Benjamin, but I call him Benji. He's five years younger than me so I guess that makes him thirteen now. He looks up to me a lot so I do the best I can to be a good influence on him. I love him, he's the best little brother ever. My grandparents, Marcia and Robert. Their my mom's folks and I stay with them a lot more than I do with my parents. They're the coolest grandparents and a lot nicer. I don't really see Denise and Steve all that much since they live in Port Charlotte still. But they're great too.
We moved to Los Angeles when I was really little, I don't even remember living anywhere else. Well, I didn't see my mom and dad much. I went to a daycare because my parents were always working and too busy to take care of me themselves. This is where I met my friends Lindsey and Gracie. they were the best and we did everything together. Soon, I didn't mind having to go to a daycare center all the time. I learned to take care of myself since I didn't have a mother and father to do it for me.
When I was ten, they told me that I was a replacement for my sister who died. I was shocked and cried and felt like they didn't love me, they loved the image of my sister, who wasn't me at all. It hurt me quite a bit and so I wasn't home too much. I practically lived at daycare and Marcia and Robert's.
After about five years, they had my baby brother who they seem to love a lot more than me. I know that they love both of us equally, but to me, it just doesn't feel like they love me. Because really, they love my sister. That's what I am to them anyways. But, I didn't let that stuff get into my head because Benji was an awesome baby brother. This was also the year that I got asthma and had to stop track and cross country after a serious asthma attack at a practice. It was terrible and for a long time, I hated it.
A couple years later, my asthma calmed down thankfully and i was able to run again if I took puffs on my inhaler. I was happier because the activity was my getaway from the real world. From my parents, facts, fears, sickness, everything. And most of all, the deaths of my very best friends.
sorry it's kind of a short and crappy history : /
Jamie sat anxiously in her seat reading Entertainment Weekly magazine. She just happened to be waiting for her first customer who was scheduled for three o' clock and it was 2:50. Her knee was jumping and she was chewing her gum, attempting to blow a big pink bubble. She looked up towards the front door as soon as she heard the sound of an engine of a car. False alarm, the Cadillac was just driving by on a cruise. Her bubble popped as she sucked it back in and began skimming over the pages of her magazine again. She rolled her eyes at the stupid crap that they put in entertainment these days. The magazine was closed and slapped down on the counter behind her where Jim was sitting. He was a heftier guy, probably in his late forties, with dark hair and a big nose that stuck out from his face. She thingyed her head and gathered up a smile. So far since she's worked here, Jim's been a real funny guy, and Vicki (the boss) has been the motherly lady who is just in love with every dog that comes for a visit. She loved this place and the friendly environment that came along with it.
Occasionally she glanced down at her apparel: a medium blue nurses outfit. It made her feel like she was waiting for a patient that was gonna go into surgery and she was going to operate. She giggled a little out loud, forcing Jim to take his eyes off his crossword puzzle.
"What're you giggling about?" he asked.
Jamie shook her head and said, "Oh just thinking that I look like a nurse in these scrubs." She raised her eyebrows and both of them started to burst out laughing at something that wasn't even that funny. She heard the bell from the door ding and she turned her head around to see who it was. Sure enough, it was her customer, or customers. Two big fluffy dogs heading her way excitedly dragging their owner, a lady who looked to be in her thirties and had auburn hair and brown eyes. She stood up from her chair, grabbing the list from the counter top behind her. She scrolled down with her pencil until she found the name. "Jenny Nelson?" she assumed. The girl nodded with a curt smile and handed over the dogs.
"This is Jake, and this is Maya," Jenny said scratching them both behind the ears before she stood up and waved goodbye.
"Okay I shall take care of them as if they were her own," she promised. She spun around and brought them over the kennels, opening one of the two and leading Jake in and shut it tight after him. Then she brought Maya over to the bath tub and pushed her gently up the steps and into the big white porcelain tub. Then she clipped off her collar and leash so she could start soaping her up. "Splish! Splash! I was takin' a bath!" she sang to the dog. Maya barked twice to this as if responding to the song. She twisted the facet watching the water pour out.
hi there, you can call me rebo. I'm pretty good at this game since I've been playing for 4 years. I'm so amazing, I even read the rules. Oh, you don't believe me? Fine, I'll prove it. pineapples. You see? Incase you haven't noticed, I love using brookelle bones because they are totally awesome. And if you need to get a hold of me, you can do that via pm. Ta ta for now! It was lovely talking to you.
