Experiment 001
time-flies--love-me-now
"That which does not kill us, can only makes us stronger."
My name is Jonathan Michael Rose.
But my friends call me Jon.
I was born a Male.
My birthday falls on April 23rd.
The last time I blew out my candles, there were Nineteen.
I act like a loner, but I'm still pretty popular. I've acquired a reputation of being a bad a**, so people usually stay out of my way, and no one really gives me a lot of trouble. That's probably because of my past, but hey, I wont complain. I have a little bit of a temper, and I can seem a little cold toward new people. I also find weakness to be one of the biggest faults a person can have. I'm also a bit arrogant at times because I come from a fairly rich family. However, deep down I'm a really caring person, I just don't like, nor do I know how to show it. I don't like weakness because I don't know what to do about it... I usually stand by and watch or just walk away without lending a helping hand. I'm closed off and don't like opening up to people because I know that opening up only means being hurt, and I don't want to be hurt again. All in all, I have a soft inside protected by a thick and hard outer shell.
Because of my past My father worked as a CEO of a large movie industry, whereas my mother was a well-known real estate agent. Therefore, I was born to a fairly rich family and was the youngest of two boys. My older brother, Devon, was seven years older than me. Growing up with such a big gap between us was difficult at first. However, when our parents began fighting when I was seven, we started to become closer, realizing we needed to stay family even if our parents didn't want to.
When I turned twelve, Devon left home to go to college, and I was left alone in a house where the fighting only got worse. A year later, my parents decided to get a divorce when it became obvious that my dad was no longer interested in my mother, but rather, in the other women he could find in the movie industry. My mother, heartbroken, turned to drinking and became an alcoholic. Seeing that there was a need for a man in the house, I grew up quickly so I could take care of my mother. Yes, we got child support because I was still my dad's son, but I was able to find work at thirteen and support my mom and I.
When I turned sixteen, my brother came home from all those years away from college. I realized he had changed. He had become part of a gang while in college, getting into different sorts of bad scenes with cops and hard drugs. I hadn't known about it before because my mom had kept it hidden from me. She'd always tell me that he was busy with school and work and other things that he could never visit. I wasn't aware that he'd stop by every now and then or call. I never knew any of it. So when he suddenly appeared at home, I was shocked. Anyways, my brother had gotten himself in trouble and needed shelter. My mother refused.
Two years later, my older brother, the guy who I had looked up to until I turned sixteen, died in a shooting. My mother was devastated, her already broken and fragile heart weakening more until she became very sick. I had to drop school for a year to take care of her. Now, I am returning to high school after having taken a year off to finish up my senior year so that I can go to college and take care of my mom.
I found things I hate Weakness (of others and myself), my father, noisy places, being caged up, liars and being lied to, overly-excited people, and school.
&& things I love Cigarettes, silence, nice cars, books that hold my interest, good music, relaxing, and my older brother.
My true love will always be None yet.
Be afraid, because I have power To come.
This is my jam Call Me, Call Me by Yoko Kanno.
Color me pretty Navy.
&& One more thing before I go None.
Experiment 002
x x _ m o n e t _ x x
"One of my eyes see tomorrow, and the other one sees yesterday."
My name is Brigitte Monet Pierce.
But my friends call me Monet.
I was born a Female.
My birthday falls on April 22nd.
The last time I blew out my candles, there were Seventeen.
I act like a soft spoken and kind hearted young lady... And I have a reputation for being a bit of a goody-goody. I like to laugh and smile a lot, and I always try to help an cheer anyone up. I like to lend a helping hand, because I figure everyone needs a bit of kindness in their life. I'm also known as a fairly intelligent and innocent girl. I like learning new things and studying, and because of that, I don't have much of a social life. It's okay though, because I'd much rather prefer just reading books or learning new things. I'm also a fairly shy person and I don't usually approach people first... Unless they look like they need help. Because of this, I get bullied a little and teased, and I don't have many friends... But, I've gotten used to it. However, deep down I am really hurt by things, but I always try my best to hide it. I don't like showing that I'm weak... And sometimes, I wish I wasn't so different from everyone else. But, it's how I am. I'm a bit of a loner, but I guess, that's just the way it is. I guess I figure that it helps me hide my family life, too. If I don't get too close, people don't really ask questions.
Because of my past I was born to a family who didn't want me. At all. I was what they called a mistake, but because of their religious beliefs, they went through with the birth, and out I came -- And I wasn't exactly a bouncing baby... In fact, there were moments when I was younger when I was on the brink of death. You see, I had been born with a defective body, and so I was weak and had a low immune system. For the first few months after being born, I had to stay in the hospital under heavy watch of doctors. Speaking of which, both my mother and father are doctors... My father is a surgeon and my mother is a pediatrician.
When I was finally able to be sent home, I was put under the care of a nanny. And it stayed that way until I was old enough to take care of myself. You see, I'm not lying when I say that my parents don't care about me. They're both on-call doctors, and never had the time for me... And neither did they ever want to give me their time. I was invisible to them. When I got sick, I cared for myself, and if I wasn't able to care for myself, they would hire someone to take care of me until I was better. I barely saw my mother and father... And I barely knew them. Anything I wanted, I got, because they just wanted me out of their way. I was only spoiled in the sense that I got whatever I asked for... Except their attention, that is.
When I turned thirteen, I came up with a possible solution. I took to studying. I became a straight A, headmaster's list student. If my health would have permitted me, I would have taken part in sports... I would have been the best. But I was the best in academics... I won championships and trophies for different things I'd do. But it was never enough. Eventually, all I could do was study and be good at academics, because I figured that if I got accepted into a good college and became a doctor, my parents would finally see me. And so, although I'm invisible to the world, I still keep my head high, trying to prove that I am more than what people may think I am.
I found things I hate Onions, bullies, pessimists, being trapped in, noisy places, my weakness, clowns, metallic and white noise, cats (I'm allergic), girly girls, stupid people, close-minded people, liars, and know-it-alls who purposefully rub it in your face.
&& things I love Sweet things, fog, cold weather, snow, rain, warm jackets, scarves, converse shoes, my unnecessary glasses, finger-less gloves, optimism, philosophy, books, reading, writing, music, piano, acoustic guitar, dogs, night time, stars, and day-dreaming.
My true love will always be No one yet.
Be afraid, because I have power To come.
This is my jam Blue by The Seatbelts.
Color me pretty Dark Turquoise.
&& One more thing before I go I was born with a weak body, and so I'm not as physical as others are... It's probably best that I just stick to my books.
