Post by daniel on Jun 3, 2009 12:52:44 GMT -5
J U L I O D A N I E L P E R E Z
* don't ever look back .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS JAKE, AND I AM FIFTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT TWO YEARS & I'M A INTERMEDIATE AFTER ALL THIS TIME. MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE LET'S SEE, SHALL WE. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS SING IT LOUD
- - - - nicknames, jd
- - - - gender, male
- - - - age, twenty-six
- - - - sexuality, heterosexual
- - - - member group, band
- - - - (if band or crew)band, paint me famous
- - - - play by, gabe saporta
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- - - - hair, dark brown
- - - - built, muscular - slim
- - - - height, 5'11"
- - - - fashion sense, casual - jeans, t-shirts, jackets etc. usually blues, reds, greens, browns, or blacks
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- - - - loathes, rap - perfectionist - fakes and liars - cats - hannah montana
- - - - strengths, karaoke - spanish - insulting
- - - - weaknesses, pressure - girls - dance music
- - - - dreams, stay with the band - meet the veronicas - find a fiance
- - - - fears, growing old - the band falling apart - dying
- - - - overall personality, I am a smooth talker and very good at persuading people to see my way even if they don't realize I'm doing it. Along with being a smooth talker, I am a charmer and love to flirt with as many girls as I can, even if I don't like them; I just love to tease them when I can and I often do. I also love to joke around and have fun and don't tend to worry about the future too much or what the world thinks of me. I can be very sarcastic and quick witted and come up with a reply in a seconds time, not that it's always a good thing since it often gets me in trouble but I enjoy it.
Conflict. One of things that I try to avoid but in such a big family it's hard. I may be quick-tempered but I try to stay away from yelling and fighting with people when I am upset so I don't create any conflict. I can be quite shy to people I don't know but quickly warms up to them and at that point they are usually begging me to shut up since I can be very talkative when I get to know someone and don't know when to stop talking since normally I never have the chance to actually be heard for everything I'm saying. I like being heard because that's kind of what acting is. Just being heard in a different way. I usually have to tell that to people for them to understand that, and then they get it. Really, only true singers see what the real meaning of singing is. No, I'm not trying to diss David Archuleta or Taylor Swift, but I do wonder if they are true singers sometimes or just Hollywood faces.
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- - - - family,
jorge roberto perez - father
maria deysi ( gomez ) perez - mother
antonio diego perez - cousin
- - - - pets, chocolate brown cocker spaniel pup - hershey
- - - - overall history, My mother says it was a bright and sunny day on June 23 and I came into the world. My father says it was dark grey with rain coming down in thick sheets. They still argue about it to this day. I just say it was some kind of day when I was born. See, I was born in a very tiny hospital in San Antonio, Texas. My dad was proud to have his little star football player and what not. Yeah, I was too lazy to play football. Too lazy to play any sport really. I just kind off laid around the house, ate chips, and watched Spongebob like every other lazy kid. I acted this way through elementary school. While every other boy played Little League, I laughed along with Spongebob when Patrick and him got frozen shut into Sandy's tree dome thing. My parents thought I needed a hobby or something, so they tried to get me to play basketball. Wouldn't even dribble. Tried football. I put the helmet on, then threw it right back off. They got so frustrated with me that they just really didn't even care what I'd do anymore. I would sit in my room, thinking about this while watching more television. Then, one day, I just randomly started singing. The lyrics made no sense at all. It went something like, 'Teddy bear, rocket shipeats some lightbulb. Bacon and scrambled eggs need love too.' I really don't know. But, I kind of liked hearing me own voice. So, I kept singing and making up random songs.
Pretty soon, I was singing along to the radio in the car and my parents would laugh. It seemed to make them happy, so I just kept singing. In middle school, I joined the chorus program. As my voice matured, my singing really came through. My true singing voice sank in and I was the lead male vocalist in the class. Sometimes, at the ends of terms, the class would just kind of get in a circle and we'd all take turns singing. Everyone cheered for me when I went up. My parents were just happy I finally found something I could do. Middle school was over way too fast and I was on my way to high school. It was hell. Everybody called me gay because I was in chorus and because I could actually sing. I just thought they were jealous. Stupid jocks. Anyways, in my junior yearof high school, I decided what I really loved was my music. So, I dropped out. Parents were disappointed, but whatever. I bought an apartment and wrote songs, barely making it through. Then, it was all a blur from then. I met some folks, we joined together to become 'Paint Me Famous', and now we're here on the island for the concert thing.[/ul][/ul]
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this everyday love, same old same old
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[/color] finished !Was it really fair? Was it fair that Jesse worked a job part-time at the Surf Shack while also juggling school, friends, his acting, and trying to keep Tyler happy while Cody just got to lie around? Sure, Cody claimed that he was trying to find a job, but Jesse really doubted it. It was the sixteen year old doing everything he could to help the family's finances while still trying to be a teenager. Oh well. Jesse did it all pretty well and wasn't exactly miserable. He just wished that some of his responsibility could be lifted from his shoulders so he could have a bit more time for himself. It seemed like he had a normal routine. He woke up between six and seven for school, went to school, left school, drove to the Surf Shack, worked there for his shift, had about an hour to two hours (depending on his father's mood) for time around town, then he had to go home and sleep. Then, when school was out, he'd lengthen his shift at the Surf Shack for more money for his poor family. But, who was he to complain? There were people poorer then himself, people who had no homes or money at all. He couldn't help but feel sorry for those people. He was a good kid, Jesse was. A good kid from a good family. He lived off one saying that his mother always said when she was alive. Sure, she had gotten it from some Hilary Duff movie, but still, it meant a lot to him. Don't let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.
Jesse thought about all those things as he packed up his things. He had just finished his shift at the Surf Shack and now had two and a half hours to himself. Dad and Jennifer were going out and said he could stay out late; Cody was babysitting Tyler. Jesse punched out, put his cell phone on vibrate and in his pocket, left the shack, and began heading to his car. Just an old beat up Ford pick-up truck. He and Cody shared it, because they just couldn't afford three cars. So, Dad had his own car which Jennifer sometimes used, and Jesse and Cody had their truck. They took turns driving to and from school, Cody getting dropped off at home before Jesse took it to the shack. Jesse started the old truck, sighing at the chugging motor. He pressed his forehead to the steering wheel for a minute, eyes closed. Dear Lord, thank you for blessing me with another wonderful day. Thank you for just being there with me through these rough times and keeping our family going strong. Please just get me through the rest of the week so I can further worship and be in your blessing Lord.In your name I pray, Amen. Jesse raised his head from the steering wheel and began backing out of the parking space. He didn't know what hee would do if he couldn't pray everyday. His prayers to God and Jesus kept him going, in hope that God would help the family with a miracle. Though, they were already kind of good the way they were. He didn't want the family to be rich, not at all. Just enough money to pay the bills and to satisfy the kids.
Jesse drove out of the beach area and into Marine de Ray, looking at the homes and buildings like usual. He just loved their design and colors. He waved at the people he knew on the streets, which were a lot of people, whom waved back. He was well known in the town for his hard work and how he tried to help anyone in any way he could. He began thinking of where he could go for his free time that night. Starbucks? No, it would be filled with middle aged men just typing away on their laptops. That would get annoying. But, he also really needed some coffee. Jesse had decided to get up way earlier than usual that morning to make breakfast for the family, and now he was tired. He debated in his head. Was it worth going to Starbucks and be annoyed for coffee? No was his final decision. He would just go to Johnny Rocket's, and it was right around the corner. Literally. He turned the corner and into the restaurant's parking lot. It wasn't that packed today, so he found a parking space early. He stopped the truck and pulled the key out of the ignition. The motor's slight roar dulled down to a quiet hum. He opened the truck's cab door and hopped out onto the black asphalt. The sun hadn't set, but it was beginning to. He smiled at the colors and gazed for a few moments. Jesse then went to the door and pulled it open, just as an elderly couple was leaving. He nodded and held the door open for the two. The woman patt his shoulder and nodded her thanks. The man just merely nodded.
Jesse stepped into the cool building as the elderly couple walked away. Almost as soon as he closed the door behind him, a loud shattering sound came from near him. One of the waitresses, whom looked familiar, had ran into someone and dropped plates and a milkshake, which now was in her hair. People were staring, but nobody was trying to help. What jerks. Jesse couldn't believe them, that when a huge accident happened nobody would help. Jesse hurried forward and grabbed the girl's elbow to help her back to her feet. Are you okay? he asked, releasing her arm when she was up. And he knew who she was right then. Chaise Greyson, who's parents had a lot of money supposedly. A rich kid. She was dating a junior at the school, and she was a sophomore. Yeah, she was in Jesse's grade. Jesse then bent down and began picking up the broken plates, placing them on the table behind Chaise. He smiled at her, trying not to cut himself on the plates. You're Chaise, right? You're in my grade, I think. I'm Jesse Bradford, sophomore, actor, singer, and part-time Surf Shack worker all wrapped into a sixteen year old boy. he introduced, holding out a hand for her to shake. He didn't expect her to take it, there was milkshake all in her hair. But maybe she would. Jesse liked meeting new people and earning new friends, it was just the way he was. So, he hoped Chaise and him would start talking and strike up a conversation. He didn't care if she was rich. She worked, which he liked a lot.
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lyrics:[/color] everyday love - rascal flatts
word count:[/color] 1123 !
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AND THE LYRICS ARE FROM OWL CITY'S THE TECHNICOLOR PHASE
AND THE LYRICS ARE FROM OWL CITY'S THE TECHNICOLOR PHASE
