evie macie jones,, done!

[evelyn macie jones]

HARD TO THE CORE
flat on the floor, give me some more.

[/b]. don't call me evelyn though. i hate, hate, hate it. call me evie or die. seriously. never call me by my last name, that sucks so badly. i mean come on, how manly is it, please? ick. i don't really like my middle name, but it's better than not having one, right? and before you say anything; i'm not one who is embaressed by their middle name. macie is pretty original, to be honest. i mean come on, how many celebrities have macie as their name? hardly any, bitch. my age? i'm seventeen. oh yes, only another year and then i can legally drink alcohol in england. shame i'm not there, though. my age is like that song from metro station... what's it called? oh great. i forget what it's called now. perfect. oh yeah; now i remember it. seventeen forever. that's me. or until i turn eighteen. whatever. thanks to my age, i'm a junior and i'm deadly proud of it. i love being a junior, i'm old enough for the little kiddies to look up to me and not bother me, but not old eough not to have a good time. how classically amazingly great is that please? i'm a musician completely different to my author parents, right? thank god for that. i would die if i had to be like them... author's are so, so boring. being a celebrity like avril lavigne is so much better. i have the bleach blonde hair, the slim, slender figure and i can sing better than her. oh, and i'm not restricted as a veggie. ha. i own her so bad. although, i don't have the blue eyed shit. i have dark brown eyes, thanks. i'm a white, american. although, i think my grandmother is german. oh well. fuck her. i hate her anyway. stuck up bitch. my clothing style? how the fucking hell does that have anything to with this part of the application? oh well. fuck it; people call me emo, but i'm not. i like to think of myself as a scene kid, without the horrible, icky hair and the crap little bright braclets. ick. my sexuality is straight thanks loads. i'm not a fucking homophobic, but i'm not gay. and i'm not bisexual, either. shit. i forgot about my birthday. wait; you only want to know it so you can buy me a present, don't you? aaaw. thanks. it's the third of august, nineteen-ninety-one. i have no tattoos. yet. i totally want some, they look so damn cool! and i only have three peircings. unfortunately. yeah, i want more of them, too. my ears are peirced twice and my nose is peirced, too. that's it, right?[/blockquote][/ul][/size]

[/b] who the fuck doesn't? having fun life is boring without it, kiddo. sleepovers they're the shit. friends life is gone without them. i love my friends, they mean the world to me, as does my family, too. i love music y ipod is pretty much full to the brim. i don't even think i could get half of another song on it, to be honest. not that i want another on it; my ipod has 16gb on it, enough i think. i just can't live without it. the same with my guitar and my piano as well as my violin. ohhh, yeah. i love music, kiddo. i also love computers, social networking like myspace and bebo and facebook; i can't get enough of it! rock music is my favourite of anything else. definitely my chemical romance and mindless self indulgence. total favourite bands. now; my dislikes! i hate, hate fur it's disgusting; it shouold be banned forever. no excuses. being alone is so boring. sighing it just sucks. okay? i absolutely hate vegans i just totally don't see the point in it. bite me if you see different. i don't like country music it sucks ass, as does pop music. other than britney spears. she's like... amazing. i also hate vanity and bitches oh, and homopobic people there's just no point in it. i hate anorexic people, too. i mean come on; why live your life hating what you eat and wanting to make yourself as skinny as victoria beckham? you just... don't do that. ever. it's stupid and pointless and it pisses me off. totally. that's pretty much it, to be honest. i don't hate anything else... fears? i don't have any kiddo! ohkay... well, maybe i do. but you have to shut up about them. okay? i'm terrified of being late and loosing something as well as being alone and maybe, maybe just my career going down the plughole. i really don't want any of them to happen; they're all like... really important or stupid. but that's me, right? yes, it is. habits? i bite my nails, annoy people easily, i think i get on peoples nerves, but that's pretty much the same as annoying people. i do like to stand outside in the rain don't ask me why... and i guess acting crazy at my concerts counts too, right? a secret? haven't i already told you about a billion? well... i guess i have another one. but you seriously, seriously can't tell a soul. got it? good. i have had an abortion. it was when i was fourteen. yes. a freshman. i wasn't famous as i am now then and i had slept with my boyfriend at the time. i wasn't on the pill and the condom split. happy? my weaknesses? i guess they'd have to be guys and maybe kisses nothing else though. not even chocolate! strengths? definitely singing, playing guitar, piano and violin and maybe, just maybe acting? i mean, i have to do it onstage, you know? so... yeah. acting would be one. bite me if you think i suck. if you think that, it's probably because you do, kiddo. my goals in life? i've already achieved most of them. be in a band was one when i was fourteen, definitely be a singer[/s]... so yeah, i've basically done everything i want. apart from be really famous. i'm not that famous, you know. i'm only the offspring of two well known authors and a singer in a band. not that much, eh?[/blockquote][/ul][/size]

[/b] met my dad, frankyln tony jones at a writer's convention. i mean come on, how sucky do you want it to be? purlease. my mom got introduced to my dad's family; his mom and dad, my grandma becky and grandpa jimmy sad old coots, they were. i hated them before they died. those horrible, horrible people. you know they once tied me and my sister, stephanie to a chair for the day so we wouldn't 'eat them out of house and home.' then my dad got introduced to my mom's parents, grandad bill and grandma bessy. i loved them; they were so sweet and nice. they would even buy me and stephanie sweets for no reason at all, other than 'to give you something.' i mean come on, how nice, please? anyway, then i was born! yay. not. my mother had fourteen hours to go through, until i was born. i bet that hurt! years passed, boring of course, and then my little sister, stephanie joyce jones turned up. basically, nothing else really happened after that. we were all a happy, crappy family. my family used to live in NJ, new jersey, until my mom and dad both got famous and then we moved to LA before me or stephanie could complain. of course, now we go to the most bitchest school in all of LA. but that's our parents fault. and we're pretty much being as boring as our parents. well... she is. i'm, obviously, not, thanks to my amazingly great musical skills. and you know i'm not being standoffish. stephanie is totally different to what she used to be, though. i remember a time where she was lovely, kind and completely selfless. now? she's selfish, only caring about herself and is completely stuck-up. she doesn't even have anything to be famous for. other than going to stupid, damn, parties. urgh. i actually hate my sister. jesus.[/blockquote][/ul][/size]

[/b]. got that? good. i hate it when people spell my name wrong, or call me 'julie' it irks me more than you could imagine. my name has an 'e' on the end of 'anne' and it has a hyphen. that is correct. A HYPHEN. so my name is a double-barrelled name. therefore, please, please, please do not call me julie. or i shall eat you. got it? i'm fourteen, soon to be fifteen in august. my birthday is the tenth, if you want to get me anything ;] i've been roleplaying for... little over a year and a half. at least i think so... xP i usually post around 300/400 words on a bored day. sometimes bordering on 900 words for a really good one. once, i even wrote 1600 words. so proud, i was. and i still am, betch. i only play evie. i'm the co-admin don't forget it. no, really, you totally can, and should, knowing what i'm like. just ask amy ;] my time zone is for england, aka - gmt + nothing. i'm not american, so therefore, i don't spell colour like 'color' xD i always take the piss out of that. jesus, learn how to effing a) spell and b) use the letter 'u'. i'm sorry if anyone american or canadian or whatever is reading this. seriously. i'm just an idiot :][/blockquote][/ul][/size]

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