Out of sheer boredom I made a premade account
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=1161602
YES CASEY YOU CAN GO KILL ME.
But I'd appreciate it if you added :]

HAHAHAHA I SERIOUSLY SHOULD STOP MAKING THESE SPRING AWAKENING REFERENCES. They're so inappropriately lovely. Anyways....
EDP
EDDA
[RP]
 
{ 21 } Go to town and go shopping, and make sure to buy a cute outfit for tomorrow's event!
 
I GOT CUTE STUFF. Bye.
-Edda

the following is a rant, yes.
I hate rants yet I'm posting one. Hypocritical exhibit #903845038604803985089530495
ANYWAYS
Next to liars, my least favorite thing in the world is people who force their religion on others. People who try to change others beliefs, for they think they're 'saving them'. Saving them from what? 'Hell?' No.
I hate that. LET PEOPLE BELIEVE WHAT THEY WANT. What the world needs less of is pushy people. Everyone's so goddamn pushy these days. I DO NOT BELIEVE IN GOD. Okay. I never will. I see no theoretical proof in it, no physical proof, no mental proof. I'm Jewish, by the way. The basic principles of Judaism teach the existence of God, though there is no Jewish law saying you must believe in him.
If you believe in god, fine. That's your belief, you're free to believe it. Freedom of religions, right? I'm perfectly fine with that, and if you feel it's the best way of living your life, okay. Just don't try to fuckking change my mind, it's set. I know what I believe in, and that's that.
Do you have any idea how many casualties there are on the battlefield of religion? More then you can imagine. It's all because of the fact that they bothered each other about it. The Crusades, the Holocaust, the Inquisition, THE CONSTANT BATTLE BETWEEN SUNNIS AND SHITES. Can't we just leave each other alone? Let each other believe in what we believe in? Not try to convert each other, eh? I think the world would be a much better place then.
Today during lunch I was approached by three members of [insert our school mascot here] for Christ. They basically were the fakest three people I've ever talked to, giving me fake laughs and compliments. They asked me what I believed in, and I told them I was Jewish, though I didn't believe in God. Then basically this one girl told me she believed in God because she needed 'Guidance' and 'Purpose', so she believed in God. That's fine with me. But the thing that mostly bothered me was the fact that she said she's pray for me.
I don't need a fucking prayer, missy. I'm perfectly fine with my mindset. You can believe in your beliefs, I can believe in mine, it's all good.
Oh, and not to mention the day before some random guy tried to give me a free bible after school. No. And a month ago, someone was handing out Anti-Abortion packets. Their main point was 'Abortion is wrong because god says it is!' You can believe that. But I believe in Pro-choice, and you can't change that. LEAVE ME ALONE, GODDAMNIT.
I do, however, believe that everything happens for a reason. I made this set for a reason. But I don't feel that God exists, and I'm perfectly fine with that. I hope you are too.
 
Love,
Eva
 
I know I'm offending you. I know it already.

I can't believe it, though I've finally digested it fully.
Daul Kim. You were an inspiration, and you will be missed. I wish your family and friends only the best. Only the best.
 
(I would have made this set yesterday, but it didn't really strike me until today. I'm bad with grief.)

I feel like reading Harry Potter and snuggling in old blankets. Maybe I'll even start watching Glee.
bye.

This set is really quite odd but I sort of love it.
A FEW THINGS:
 
I've decided to get my hair dyed Bonnie Wright red. I'm determined. Especially her in that photo in the set, I love her hair in that photo. With a possibility of side bangs. I just need to convince my mum, which may be difficult. Good luck to me.
 
SECOND OFF, a random lovely iPod survey. Quite pointless really, and I'm pretty much a novice when it comes to downloading music so most of it is pretty repetitive. Enjoy.
(Stolen from Coco Tutu)
 
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

1.IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Womanizer - Lily Allen

2.WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Green Light-John Legend
 
3.WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Lose Yourself-Eminem

4.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Neighbors -Gnarls Barkley

5.WHAT IS ... YOUR MOTTO?
Don't do Sadness/Blue Wind -Spring Awakening (THAT ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE)

6.WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
A Well Respected Man -The Kinks (haha I wish)

7.WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Constellations - Jack Johnson
 
8.WHAT IS 2+2?
Surprise - Gnarls Barkley

9.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Ordinary People -John Legend

10.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Larks on my Go-Kart -Asher Roth (PAHA)
 
11.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Mama Who Bore Me -Spring Awakening (It sort of is too)
 
12.WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WHEN YOU GROW UP?
You're Beautiful - James Blunt

13.WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Left Behind - Spring Awakening [ALSO ACCURATE. Wow this survey knows me well]

14.WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Shove it -Santogold

15.WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
I Have Friends in Holy Spaces -P!ATD (I really hope I do too)

16.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Behind the Sea -P!ATD (BECAUSE I'LL BE BEHIND THE SEA OF DEATH, LALALA.)
 
17.WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
The Dark I know Well - Spring Awakening [UM THAT'S NOT GOOD. The song's about abuse/rapee. Not pretty.]

18.WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Cry - James Blunt (Well I do cry more then I should, gah)

19.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Going on - Gnarls Barkley

20.WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Nine in the Afternoon -P!ATD

21.HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional
 
22.WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Over My Head(Cable Car) -The Fray

23.WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
The Piano knows something I don't know - P!ATD (I guess that means the piano is ever-knowledgeable, eh? MAYBE I'LL MARRY THE PIANO)
 
24.WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
I can't hear the music - James Blunt

25.DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Totally Fucked - Spring Awakening [HA]
 
26.WHAT HURTS THE MOST?
Not Fair -Lily Allen
-
I guess this means it's new music downloading time.
OH AND I WORE MY SPRING AWAKENING SHIRT WITH PRIDE TODAY AT SCHOOL. bamf.
 
[type 'random' if you read all. LALA]

And on my word you'll give up your whole life for me
and you'll be reborn, bigger and stronger
And less alive
-
Sapphire
R&C
(This is un-event related, I might do today's event tomorrow though. Must read previous stories to get this one)
[RP]
"Did you do it?" the officer demanded, not questioned. The room was dark, only lit by a mere candle and the moon. I could barely etch out his face in that darkness.
"No sir," I replied in the same blank tone as always. It was a pure and utter lie, I knew. I killed damn man, whose name I had recently learned. Owen. This lie was just a lifesaver. Just. If I had told the actual and complete truth, I would be dead by now. The truth doesn't get you anywhere, I would know. It only brings you down, like a hideous spell working against you.
The thing was, I didn't regret a moment of the fatal act.I knew he wanted me to tell the tale to him as I did with all of you, but I couldn't. I couldn't be hanged for this. I had so much more mad planning to do, so much more life, stretched infinitely out in front of me, to live. What I would do with that life-I didn't know.
"Where were you the night of Owen Luxe's death?" he once again questioned.
"In the corridors," I replied. Then my mind clicked with realization. It had been lying in front of me the whole time-my thoughts just had dragged my mind from reality, so it couldn't see the evident truth.
"Luxe?" I gasped.
"Yes, he /was/ 5th in line to inherit the Luxe estate. You were second."
I cringed at the though-cringed! No! No! No! This can't be it.
"Is-is he re-la-ated to me?" I whispered softly.
"Yes, 2nd cousin, as a matter of fact. Why, I'd think you would know your own family better. Maybe that's why you killed him."
"I didn't fucking kill him," I insisted. More thoughts intwined in my head, everything suddenly made sense.
Fuck.
My faint memory of the night of the ball flashed back into my mind. It was all clear now. Everything. I saw the ball like a play-Sapphire, the protagonist, the victim! But I am never a victim. I am a fighter. Owen, the antagonist. Owen the fucker who likes to fuck his own family members.
My cousin. No. The wheel of lies began to spew from my mouth on from that moment
"Actually mister, I have a snippet of information that you might find helpful," I said cunningly.
"And what would that be, miss? You better be honest with me."
"Oh of COURSE, I'd be honest with you. How could this face lie?" I smiled.
The face-my face, wasn't exactly graced with the look of innocence. Officer just looked skeptical.
"The night they found Owen dead, he-"
"He what?"
"Oh my," I started to fake sob, "Oh my, it was dreadful. He drugged me after dinner, kissed me insanely, and did things that his parents surely wouldn't approve of. Surely! This man was my cousin, my cousin! If you want to hear the full story, every detail, I can surely weave it for you, and-"
"Tell me away miss," he smiled back.
"Oh, it was dreadful," I cried, "I didn't know he would do such. I didn't even know he was related to me, but he surely must have known. I heard he just knows things, mystically. Anyways, after I drank my dinner wine, I felt quite light. Dreamy, like I could do nothing and everything. It's sort of hard to be explained, being drugged, the exact feeling, but I'll continue on, though my memory of the tale isn't the best. I'll tell you what I remember. It was dark, awfully dark. I saw nymphs and fairies, they smiled at me, lovely smiles. They told me to go on with this mysterious man, that it would make me infinitely happy and forever lovely. Owen-that's his name, isn't it? he kept holding my hand like a spell. His sweaty fingers intwined with my nimble ones, and soon enough we arrived to the forest. He started to kiss me madly-like it was a cure for his previous sins. And t-then," I falsely sobbed. Actual tears spilled onto my dress.
Damn I'm good.
"I know what comes next," the officer replied solemnly.
"Thank you officer for not making me retell that part, it's most dreadful. I kept whispering 'no' softly into his ear, but he didn't hear it. Officer, please! I didn't kill the man, after he had got what he wanted he left and I never saw him again."
"I believe you."
"And so you should."
-Sapphire
[Meh-y story, unplanned plot twist. Type 'LIE' if you read all.]

By four he will drink but he cannot feel it
Sleep will not come because sleep does not will it
And I don’t believe him
Morning is mocking me
-
EDDA
EDP
[RP]
Breathe, Edda, breathe. Breathe Edda breathe. Breathe Edda breathe. This voice in my head held a certain rhythm, a lovely and vital rhythm all at the same time. I waited at the restaurant for Liam, hoping desperately that he would come soon. He was only 5 minutes late, true, but it worried me. I needed to stop worrying or my head would explode with worry and then I'd truly be nothing.
But then again that would be absolutely delightful. Yet horrid. I can't decide which.
Lost in my own thoughts, I barely noticed when the chair moved at my table. I glanced up and saw Liam's face, and I smiled. The smile was broken however-the faults were clear. Too clear.
"So how are you?" Liam asked
"Okay-ish. I've been stressed lately, everything's piling up on me. I have a ballet recital coming up and I've been practicing like crazy and homework up to my head. I think I'm drowning but I'm afraid to admit it. You?" I said this all rather quickly. It spilled out of my head without my heart's permission.
"Okay-ish too," he said too, "I missed you."
"I'm glad," I laughed. But the laugh seemed shallow, faked. I hadn't laughed truly in weeks.
At first an awkward silence was held between us, but then the chatter soon once again erupted. Petty things we talked about-school, Liam's art, ballet, parents. Random things. And thank god we didn't get on the damned subject of food.
The food we ordered earlier finally arrived. Liam smiled once again, but I only stared at the fries that lay in front of me.
"So," I started, fork and knife in hand, "So, have you heard what they want to do with EDP? I heard some silly rumor about uniforms. They'd never do that. Ever," my nimble fingers weaved the knife and fork through the fries, faster and faster and faster. I couldn't believe its immense speed, but butchering the food like this relieved me greatly, as twisted as it sounded, "Plum and Pearl are great, they're just lovely souls, aren't they? Wow. Mother sent me a package the other day. It had the most delightful dress in it. Just delightful. Vintage too-oh you'd love to see it. I love smudgy things, did you know that? I love that smudge of coal on your cheekbone. It greatly accentuates, it makes you look cute. Maybe I should put some coal on my cheekbones too? Yes yes, that'd be lovely, yes? Anyways these fries look amazing, yum. Take some, won't you? Oh yes you really should. There, there. That's it, yes."
"Edda. Stop," Liam said, intervening on my state of mind. I smiled at him and continued "Oh mother's quite good, if you were curious. I've always wanted to meet your parents, they seemed like quite lovely people. Mum kept me quite occupied during parent week, I couldn't even see you! I missed it. I did get some lovely trinkets at the local store though, I love them very much and they're delight-"
"Edda. Eat. Stop. Please."
"Just let me disappear and become invisible, I already am," I whispered.
"You need help-"
"-And you really ought to shut up. No one cares anyways."
Another silence veiled our conversation. It was too quiet, the sort of quiet that you can ever understand for it's so complete. I didn't notice the others in the restaurant, for my thoughts and state of mind clouded it all.
"I care," Liam said, breaking the silence.
-Edda
[ If you read that type 'Eat'. FORGIVE ME FOR COMPLETELY RIPPING OFF THE LUNCH SCENE IN THE SECOND EPISODE OF SKINS FIRST SEASON. No, just go kill me. I'm such an unoriginal twat. FORGIVE ME SKINS. I'm building up to something, but that much of a parallel episode with something that I haven't written will never happen again. Ever. Promise. Sorta. GAH].

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okay. So the following YOU MAY NOT SAVE AND TRANSPORT TO SOME OTHER LITTLE LOVELY CLIPPING SITE. I do not want to be a sitemodel. And the pictures are pretty shitty anyways too.
 
So my hair. Oh my, my hair. It's a disaster, and really quite disheveled. I really really really want to do something new with it. I'M THINKING OF CHOPPING IT OFF A LA TWIGGY. The only problem with that is that it wouldn't stay straight for it's life. ugh. anyways.
http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2v8pwl2&s=4
http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2heczut&s=4
DO NOT SAVE THESE TO YOUR COMPUTER OR ELSE. The copyright gods will come get you. Be afraid.
SO SO SO ANYWAYS.
I need something to do with my hair. I'm thinking maybe bangs/fringe? Would it work with my face shape? MAYBE DYING IT? I feel like dying it brown. Like rich yummy dark brown. Any other suggestions? I need help peoples, I need help. I really really am sick of how it is now.
 
AND ANY NEGATIVE COMMENTS ARE NOT APPRECIATED. I had a shittastic day, I do not need you to go on some little rant about how ugly I am. It's really rude and mean and PLAY NICE KIDDLES.
Ciao,
Eva

They separate and then collide
and they twist like sheets
‘Til you fall asleep
and they finally unwind
It’s a black balloon,
It’s a dream you’ll soon deny
-
HI. The following is going to be a bunch of random babbling. Enjoy:
FIRST OFF, Abbey Lee is so effing pretty. I lovey that pic of her at Alex Wang. LOVES IT.
Okay, second off. Ummm, I LIKE SEQUINS. That blazer I need.
Third off I should be working on my math project right now. I have to draw a freaking building. A BUILDING. It's weird, and hard to explain. I sort of really really loathe Algebra two.
FOURTH OFF:
Okay now it's time to spoil my appearance.
Overall you guys really weren't that far off. I'm sort of dirty-blondish, with a few darker natural highlights. My hair isn't completely wavy though-it has really tight curls at the bottom. The top is really wavy. It's hard to explain, really.
I, HOWEVER, AM NOT TALL. I am 5'3. I do not consider that tall. I do wish I was tall though. That'd be awesome. I have brown eyes, not hazel (though hazel is pretty close). AND YES, THEY ARE BIG. I think I mentioned that once. They're not like Chuckie-round, my eyes, but they're pretty close. Umm, what else. OH RIGHT, I'm not that pale. In the winter I get paler, but I'm not pale. In the summer I get pretty tan though. OH, and weight-wise, I'm thinnish, but not that thin. Like, I used to be a lot thinner, but now I'm somewhere between a 0 and 2. SO THERE. OHAND, irregular duck was right when she guessed I have an nonexistent butt. HAHA. I really don't feel like going into that great of detail.
 
AND FIFTH OFF
I was tagged. Thrice. Once by Lizzy poo for this tag thingy:
favourite drink: WATER. I love water. I drink water a lot. Tea with shitloads of sugar in it too. The more sugar, the better.
favourite singer: ERM, I've been listening to a shitload of Bright Eyes lately[I'm listening to zem right now, as a matter of fact], BUT THE WHITE STRIPES HAVE MY HEART. As does Regina Spektor, Kate Nash, and Modest Mouse
favourite place to hide: I like those little corners that no one looks in. I like being in those little corners with old books that smell good. I love the smell of old books. Old books in general too, reading them of course. I love books. When I grow up I want a massive library, that's my first wish.
favourite perfume: Daisy by Marc Jacobs [I wear it almost every day], and Chance by Chanel
favourite cake: I like the devil cake one, the really fatty velvety ones.
favourite film: I don't think it counts as a film, but RENT FILMED LIVE ON BROADWAY. Hell yes. I have a huge urge to watch Little Miss Sunshine right now. AND TITANIC. That's the only movie that makes me cry. No joke.
favourite childhood memory: Ermm, I don't really remember the positive ones. HA. I remember once in second grade when I couldn't decide what book to get in the school library, so as everyone else walked out, I felt like I wasn't there, like a ghost or something. Like I was already invisible. It was weird, yet pleasant (I'm not making sense right now, am I)?
favourite food: POPSICLES AND PROVOLONE CHEESE [duh]
 
OKAY AND SOMEONE ELSE TAGGED ME FOR THE FACT THINGY. She did ten so I do ten. Meagan also tagged me forever ago, so I'll do 15. Lucky you.
 
1. I like mushrooms. A lot. NOT THE DRUG MUSHROOMS. I don't do drugs kiddles. The veggie. I love mushrooms. The brown ones in stir-fry
2. I like a lot of things in general, and hate a lot of things. I'm very opinionated.
3. You know what really annoys me? When someone suddenly changes. I'm not talking about phases, more on the lines of a completely extreme version of a phase. Like a completely different style/personality/interests. I mean, I go through phases. We all do. I start liking things, stop liking things. But I never change myself completely. I am who I am, I'm not a phase, I'm a being.
4. I feel like I'm screaming but no one can here me. I think I'm mad. Legit.
5. If I could be anything I would be a story teller. I'd love to do that. I love stories, I love weaving epic tales, tales of life, tragedy, love, everything. I love the idea of a story. It helps you get lost in yourself. I'd love to put images into others of unknown lands.
6. When I was younger I had the broadest imagination. I still do.
7. I think too much. Way too much
8. I think I should demand everyone on poly to yell at me to work on my Algebra drawing. I really should be doing that.
9. I'm a goddamn hypocrite. I really am. Yet I hate hypocrites. See?
10. I can act very immature sometimes, I admit. But at times I can act mature too, but no one really notices it. Like Holden Caulfield (he said something along these lines, I'm too lazy to quote him exactly).
11. Today my mum said she was annoyed at my independence. I don't know what to think of that.
12. I have a weird feeling the world is plotting against me. HA. But no, I really do. Then again I'm really not that important.
13. I want a fucking British accent.
14. Sometimes I wish I didn't curse so much.
15. I'm really quite White-trashy sometimes. HAHA. I change daily, but little changes. We all change daily.
 
BONUS FACT
16. I hate spelling errors. THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN 'Your' and 'You're'. In 'your', you're saying that you possess something, like 'your teddy bear'. In 'you're', you're directing an adjective to someone, or some other little thing that doesn't belong to someone, just describes [I think]. 'You are tired, You're tired'.
I AM A GRAMMAR FREAK HOLY FUCK. I just gave you a basic grammar language lesson.
 
If you read that all type 'Eva loves me'. She really does if you read that all.
 
Love,
Eva