Post by preston james daniels on Oct 21, 2008 21:30:01 GMT -5
`go shake it PRESTON !
`Epic..
age; 14
rp experience; year
how you found us; ad
contact; pm
other charries; none yet
other; I burst into song a lot.
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
but it's okay everyone calls me; I actually like my name, so call me Preston. But if you can come up with something that I don’t loathe then sure call me it.
i popped outta my mom's b.ajingo; May 8th
actually i'm some sort of; Taurus
this place was such a s.hit hole; London, England.
ah, so like paradisefor me; Potomac, Maryland
i don't look it but i'm actually; My mum is 100% English and my dad is 50% Irish 50% German. Making me half English, quarter Irish and a quarter German
it's just the way the wind blows; STRAIGHT! Why does everyone think I’m gay?! Gay means you like boys not that you like to design clothes, sheesh!
baddest b.itch all up and through here; third ; fashion ; designer for own line of t-shirts[/size][/ul]
`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
you know i could just swim in those; brown
does the carpet match the drapes; dark brown
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 115 lbs
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5’6
and then i got one on my a.ss; I have a colorful star tattoo on my right wrist.
they always seem to notice my; my awesome taste in fashion!
you'll never see me without my; Preston is the type of boy who fall into the category of cute. His face is smooth with barley any sharp angles. His nose is long and slender. He has nice soft lips but if you ask him is bottom lip is way too full. In his opinion his best feature is his shaggy dark brown hair that always in a mess. Resting right beneath that are a pair of warm light brown eyes.
The most stand out thing about Preston is definitely his sense of style. Bright neon colors are a staple in his wardrobe. The daily dress of Preston consist of a colorful graphic t-shirt made by him, skinny jeans, and brightly colored skate shoes. Depending on the weather a hoodie may also be present. As for accessories the boy loves sunglasses and rarely leaves his dorm with out them, he likes the occasional hat too.
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`it's a m0.therfu.cking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
Epic, my catchword
Saying ‘Off with their head!’
Alice in Wonderland
Pie.
Whip cream.
Girls.
My friends.
England, half my family is from there so we go every summer. It’s quite nice there.
Hugs, I hug everybody!
Sunglasses.
Jumping up and down.
Parties.
Being loud and obnoxious.
Movies.
When people like my designs/ wear them.”
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over; “Ignorant people.
Being called gay, a fag or anything else of that meaning.
When people use gay to mean stupid. It’s annoying and offensive.
When people don’t like my designs.
Running.
Being quiet.
Being told to shut up.
Pickles, they’re gross.
Being called annoying.
Homework, but then again what kid does?
it's like my signature kinda thing; “My awesome sense of style.
I’m a kickarse designer.
I’m super friendly.
Being confident.
To top it off I’m just plain amazing.”
oh god not this again, i so suck;
“I’ve been told I have an ego.
I don’t know when to back off.
I’m a show off.
Shoes and sunglasses. I can’t resist a nice pair.”
it's like children of the corn but worse; “Spiders.
And the biggest is being just a fad…”
you know one day i'm going to; “Become an international designer.
Have my line be long lasting and be known as pure style.
Go on a date with Ross.
Get married and have kids. I like little kiddies, okay?
it's just this weird innate thing; “I use lots of hand gestures.
I say epic all the time.
Jump up and down when I’m happy.”
some things just make me scream; “Cute smile.
Brunettes.
Good-sense of humor.
Nice laugh.
Girls who aren’t easy to figure out.
Quirkiness.
Girls who smell like strawberries or vanilla. What? I like the smell okay!
that is the most digusting thing ever; Sluts, not classy at all.
Girls with obnoxious dye-jobs.
Ditzes, not attractive at all.
Too much perfume.
Bad sense of fashion, totally shallow yes but I care deeply about style.”
you best remember this b.itch;
Friendly. Preston is always the first to say hello to someone new. He loves people, and making friends. He‘s the type of boy who would throw a party and invite everyone even the so called losers. He also loves to show affection, and is always giving hugs. So if you‘re his friend be prepared to be given hug every time you see him. Though he has a tendency to be over friendly and just doesn‘t know when to give people their space.
Flamboyant. He practically the definition; brightly colored and showy. Preston thinks he’s all that and a bag of skittles. But you can’t blame he has his own line of t-shirt that are selling pretty well at only the age of sixteen. A show off through and through, modesty is not at all part of his vocabulary. One to call himself or one of his designs ’epic’ quite frequently, it is easy to see that this boy is not at all low on confidence.
Wild. Not in an illegal sense, more in the loud crazy sense. Preston is the type of boy to randomly start jumping up and down for no reason. Loud, he has no volume control and everything comes out as if he was shouting. He loves to throw parties which he does quite frequently. A hater of dullness he’s one to spice things up by doing something totally nuts.
From his bright colored outfits to his flamboyant attitude there is nothing dull about Preston. So get ready cause like it or not he’s gonna add some color to your world. [/size][/ul]
`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
Maxwell Daniels, 44, businessman
it's cause you were dropped as a child; Nicolette Daniels, 14, does being annoying count as a job?
Natalie Daniels, 6, little kiddies don’t have jobs.
that's what i'll look like when i'm old; Mary Alice Caplin and George Caplin maternal grandparents.
you know the different kind of uncle; I’ve got a bunch
and the one that looks like a rat; too many to list
pretty freakin sure we're not related; None of great importance.
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; I never had one.
it's like hell but only faster; Jayne Caplin and Maxwell Daniels were both well-to-do young adults when they met in London, England nineteen years ago. Jayne was born and raised there but Max was only there for business. But when the two met in a small café sparks flew instantly. The two began dating and Max tried to relocate to London so they wouldn’t have to do the long-distance thing. He was able to stay in London and the two date for two years then got married. A year into their marriage they were blessed with a beautiful baby boy, Preston James Daniels. Unfortunately, five months after his birth they had to relocate back to Maryland since the company needed Max there.
Two years after Preston was born he was given a baby sister. A screaming crying little thing named Nicolette or Nicki for short. As time went on the two sibling would almost never get along, the two had grown to have quite similar personalities and would but heads all the time.
Growing up Preston was the odd little boy that didn’t like to run around or play sports. He liked to dress oddly, and play with the little girls. He didn’t fit in well with the boys who were all rough and tumble while the girls were sweet and funny a much better match for his personality.
At age ten, Preston had got another little sister this one named Natalie. Preston actually got along better with her than his other sister. And treats little Nat like the adorable like princess she is.
When Preston was thirteen he decided the fashion was going down hill. To fix that he decided to become a designer. A lot of boys made fun of him and called him gay but he just rolled his eyes. He began making his own t-shirts but didn’t sell them till he was fourteen and had enough confidence in the line. At age fifteen he got accepted into Darmon Academy and is majoring in fashion. He has been going for the past three years and loves it.
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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
i don't know what it means, something with; third and fashion
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; Preston wanted me to tell you that he’s epic.
you must be smelling your own crotch; "Really? I thought we were telepathically communicating, thank you so much for correcting me." He replied voice dripping with sarcasm.
What to talk about? Hmm. Normally he'd say something about his awesomeness. But even though spending all summer with your sister then watching movies about gangsters was awesome in his eyes. It was lame in most others. Also he hadn't filmed anything interesting lately. And all the films he had completed...well he hated them. Ugh, how could he have even thought to make such crappy pieces.
Sure, most people would tell Upton his films were good, maybe even great. But Upton was very fickle about his opinion of his work. Some days he loved, but most of the time he hated it.
From what he had gather about this girl already she seemed like the type who liked to pretend they were completely independent but were still holding out for Mr. Right to come along and sweep them off their feet.(And no, this wasn't his first time seeing this girl, he seen her a couple times in the past three years in the school. Just he'd never spoken to her face to face.) Oh how he wanted to burst her bubble and say 'Hate to break to you sweetheart but Mr. Right. Well, he doesn't exist.'
Love? It wasn't real. At least not between two people. Love was something authors, songwriters, and movie makers liked to sell to the masses. People ate it up like popcorn. They believed the garbage of true love and soul mates. Sure, it made for some great films but in real life it didn't work.
If love was real, his parents would still be together, and she wouldn't be on a farm in Kentucky. If love exist ditsy airhead Elizabeth wouldn't his dad's gold digging wife. If love existed his dad would actually spend time with him instead of just giving him money, thinking that is the same as actually talking to him.
But it wasn't real, it was just full of people wanting to believe a fairytale. And then there were those who pretended love was real, and used it to manipulate people. Then there were those who bitter about the fact that it wasn't real, and were sulky all the time. And then there were those who accepted the fact and just let the good times roll. Upton was a part of the last group.
So, what should they talk about. Upton's eyes looked down for a second, hoping to get an idea for a topic. His eyes caught sight of the worksheet again. "Rocks, aren't rocks just so exciting?" he asked, sarcasm still intact.
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guess what?
and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
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[/font]and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
no redistribution without credit or a link posted in the correct thread
at the above website. do not change anything
