| o2 :: I don't know what you heard about me ... |
[28 Jul 2003|11:50am] |
{ -- & Quickly hands were placed on top of keys with the impression that the task at hand was going to be rushed. Ashton had just received his schedule in the mail and he figured the best he could do with it was see who was all going to be in his classes. Shaking his head slightly at how much of a dork he must look like, his baby blonde sun-kissed hair was hidden beneath a backwards baseball cap. The rest of his attire fully settling on the '` casual '` look as well. Jeans ripped in apparent worn in places as well as an old name brand T-shirt placed on his upper athletic toned body. His job at a local camp was calling him to be there soon, so he figured this would be done quick and out the door he would go. Teaching younger kids was a habit he had grown on himself. Sports was his thing and if he could help younger kids learn and grow on skills they may have or not even know they have ... than so be it. His bright blue hues lowered towards the small slip with his schedule on it as he typed it away on the computer keys with ease. & -- )
I just got my damn schedule in the mail and I figured the best thing to do with it now is to see who possibly could be in my classes - -
1. American History
2. Algebra II
3. Creative Writing
4. Sociology
5. Introduction to Business
6. English 11
So ... have at it and comment back if I'll be seeing your face around.
{ -- & Hastily he had finished the update, not waiting around to see the finish product he pushed his body off of the comfort of the computer chair and set sneaker cladded feet on the floor. Strong and fast strides were taken as he made his way out of his bedroom door and down the familiar set of steps. Grabbing for his keys, he made his rounds of hollering out good-byes and stepped outside. & -- )
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| o1 :: The story of a boy |
[24 Jul 2003|06:11pm] |
( -- & Bright baby blue hues were focused on an illuminating screen before them. Hands hovered over keys before they were gently placed on top of them, apparent sounds of his fingers typing away echoed throughout the room. It was covered in the appraised ` teenage jock boy ` appeal. Posters of past sports stars clinging to his bare white walls with strews gear for the sports of his choice. Blaring sound a deep punk music being blasted throughout it as well. The body of an athletic young boy was seen on top of an old computer chair as he was cladded in a pair of designer jeans and a trendy t-shirt. Blonde, slightly rumpled curly hair was seen on top of a newly summer tanned face. Pink lips were curled out slightly as he typed away on the keys to his new journal. He was still contemplating on why he had one of these . . . but following the crowd of his friends, he did so. & -- )
I had to go and follow all of my friends and get myself a journal. I'm not all too sure why I am actually doing it ... but in all I am here typing away at some sort of
" ` introduction ' ". Get ready for a full fledge yawn fest ... I'm not the most interesting person you'll probably meet.
Name is Ashton Owens. An original name amongst the rest. I'm a " ' JOCK ' " , if you have to label me something. I play my fair share of sports ... I'm usually my all time best when I get on the court. Yes, this white boy actually has some sort of game. Sports have always just been my thing ... I don't really recall me doing any other activity but that. I'm 16 years of age, turning 17 in September. A younger brother that's more into the '" ' rebelling / skater ' " stage of his life, so I don't talk to him much and he doesn't talk to me. He's a good kid though, I still love him even if he may threaten to kill me. I have a mother and a father as well. My dad was a sports freak like myself when he went to high school. The ' " Hollywood ' " story of my Mom being a cheerleader was written into my life as well. My dad now works as a local mechanic while my mother is nurse.
I like the typical male type of stuff to like. [ Yeaahh ... that sounded intellectual]. Girls, beer, sports and food. Give me any good thing from those categories and I'm sure to grow some sort of liking to you. I like to think of myself as nice guy, I don't get in trouble with anyone really and I like my friends and talking to people. I'm not the all around meat head jock that will be an ass to you ... though if you deserve it I will let you have it. My mother just raised me better to have respect for people and being friendly is just something that I tend to be.
I'm out though. I think that is sufficient enough of some sort of an entry for you all to read. ![[info]](http://www.caleida.com/img/userinfo.gif) ben_andrews .. I'm taking your ass out with me to get some McDonalds, cause dude I'm starving.
( -- & Updating his first journal, he made his athletic, tall frame out of the hold of the chair and padded his way towards the door of the room. Finding his shoes, he slipped on a pair of sandals over bare feet smoothly Strong calves pushed his lean legs in strides to shut off the blaring of his music with a simple click before making his way to the door and exiting. Calling to his parents with a simple " I'll be home in a few ...getting some grub" at his departure. Letting a hand travel down to their golden retriever, Hanzel, who was conveniently waiting by the door, before leaving the house in a somewhat trance of a hurry. & -- )
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