Post by zix on Aug 4, 2008 15:18:37 GMT -5
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[/size]Cause I'm comin' home,
I'm comin' home,
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hello, the name's, farah madeline mcgann
but people tend to call me, fa
I turned , eighteen
on , june the 7th
so that means I've been attending, blaire
when the days over i like me some , boys
[/color][/font][/size]I've seen a palace in London,
I've seen a castle in Wales,
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well, my hair is, auburn
and I love my eyes, they're,blue-gray
and my skin colors this really cool, pretty pale, milky white.
mainly because I'm , irish
I measure up to , 5'6
no Seattle Sutton's for me ! the scale says , 9 stone
but it's kind of cool that I have , my bright red hair, and im kind of small in my build. Basically i'm a llittle leprechaun girl. My fingers are all long and thin, and my ankles are bony, thats kinda cool, makes me look like a fairy, and apart from that theres not much else to say.
and my style blows yours away , i'm a bit of an indie kid at heart, except more intersting than that i'd say. It's kinda of like, retro, vintage, band tee-shirts and blokes jumpers. You'd be suprised the effect you can acheive with a short a belt and a pair of heels, and thats without looking like a slut.
so over - all ,
So I've got naturally red hair, not even auburn but a fairly orangey ginger. I always joke that it is a natrually Irish hair colour, and that it's not my fault that I was born a leprechaun girl. However I like to think I manage to carry off the orangey colour with a reasonable amount of style, and wear it long with a sweeping fringe. It's defiantly a "typically indie" kind of hair cut but trust me i wear it that way because it suits me.
My eyes are a bright blue grey and twinkling, as is dictated by my hair. Sometimes I describe them to myself as sea eyes, in that although they are generally a pleasant blue gray colour they sometimes appear to change whether through weather or emotion. Although in reality this is just a romantic thought it is still a nice one and so my blue-gray eyes are probably my favourite quality about myself.
Im a pretty pale milky white. I mean, I do the english rose look to a tee, but the first sign of sun and im as red as a lobster, or a fat british man in spain, its not much fun really, makes LA quite difficult to handle. Either way being ginger means im pale and i burn easily. Comes of being Irish.
If i'm honest not particularly tall but im not spectacularly short either, at 5'6 I'm roughly middle height which is useful. It means I finds it easy to get jeans that are long enough but I'm short enough to wear a pair of heels from time to time without feeling guilty. Although I occasionally wishe I was a little more extreme in height so as not to blend in much I mostly enjoy the height I am and the freedom it gives me. I'm actually unusually small in comparison to my family since both mother and father are tall, but I takes more of her looks from my grandparents, and so I really quite enjoy my height for that reason above any other.
I'm really not particularly heavy, but sensible enough not to be ridiculously under weight. At about 9 stone I'm roughly the correct weight for my height although I don't look as heavy as I am. I don't carry alot of extra weight at all although this is due to the fact that I makes sure to exercise daily, even if it’s just a few sit-ups. I'm not the type to be out of breath at the top of a flight of stairs if I can help it.
As previously mentioned I am quite lightly built, so although I'm reasonably heavy it is mostly muscle weight since I'm a relatively skinny and indeed bony girl. If I choose to I can hunch my shoulders and suck in my stomach in such as way as to look suitably emaciated, however this is not the case. I've taken most of my very bony build from mother who was a model in her time and therefore required to be naturally tall and thin, so although I missed out on the height Im is still thin and consequently an object of envy by those who have to work to stay light.
Apart from that im an individual, thats pretty much it for me.
but people say I look like , Lily Cole
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[/size]but I'd rather wake up beside you
and breathe that ol' familiar smell,
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[/size][/color] because, as a general rule im usually out going, and talkative, happy to try and make new friends and listen to peoples problems.
I love, apples, bed, boats, books, cats, castles, clouds, drawing, dr who, ed byrne, eloquence, envy & other sins, flowers, foreign languages, gardens, grass[the planted kind], happiness, intimacy, jelly, karma, laughter, lightning, lists, [the] mighty boosh, MGMT, music, my little pony, night, noel fielding, old ladies in hats, orange ice lollys, paris, parties, photographs, rainy days, reading, sequins, style, sudocreme, summer, sunday mornings, talking, umberellas, vintage, wellington boots, yawning.
but I really despise, animal testing, anti-semitism, bad-temper, bullies, cheating, cold, concrete, crying, discrimination, eastenders, essays, flying, getting up early, hangovers, homophobia, injury, J Lo, killers, leicester, liars, lorries, monday mornings, 'n' [in maths], nasa, needles, 'OMG', passiveness, racists, religious extremists, sadness, spiders, spongebob, terrorism, undertakers, viral emails.
I personally think I'm pretty good at,
Socially eloquent and witty, and often I use these as a defence, rather than letting my emotions out in a messy and public way. Although this can mean I crie alone at night I prefer it and call it the "anti bullying shield". I'm also a pretty conscientious girl and a good listener and not afraid to stand up for something that I really truly believe in.
Academically In school Farah's main strengths are the subjects she enjoys. These being Music, Psychology, French and History. She likes the fact that she can shout at someone in another language, and they have no comprehension of her insult, or that on visits to Europe she can speak the local language. As a child she taught herself elvish from lord of the rings and tried to teach it to her friends so that they could write in code. As far as music goes she is a talented singer and pianist, although she wouldn't admit to it.
though I should really work on ,
Socially I can quiet often become nervous in social situations, and don’t always handle change too well. I also don’t know when to stop sometimes and will give everything to someone if I believe in them, this has led to me getting hurt on more than one occasion. I'm also not too good at saying no and will become easily flustered in trying to refuse something I don’t want.
Academically[/iI do tend to have a much shorter concentration span in the subjects I doesn’t like, these being mainly math and science, althoughI don’t mind biology too much. This means I often spend too much time talking and doesn’t get enough work done, but as I have no ambition to be a mathematician or a scientist when older I don’t see the appeal in concentrating in them, and will probably only scrape a pass, much to the dismay of the parents.
people tend to tell me I'm ,
quiet[/font] because, I don't give too much away, don't tell other people my problems, bottle them up inside and cry alone. I can get shy but not too often.
bookish[/font] because, if im not with friends im usually on the sofa with a red wine and a book, so utterly middle aged its untrue. [/ul][/font]
but basically, I'm not a shy retiring type, at a surface glance at least. Outgoing and intuitive I know when to speak up and when to keep quiet, but Im sure as hell not afraid to say what I feel over something that I'm passionate about. I have in fact been known to get very vocal if it's something that really matters to me and can also be known to "paint myself into a corner" where I don't quite know when to stop. However these occasions have become a rarer occurrence the older I've become, asI learn to keep a rein on my tongue.
Another side to me is that I am very caring and as good at listening as I am at duelling with words. I'm the kind of person content to sit and listen while someone pours out their heart to me, and quite often I do know just what to say to make them feel better. With a razor sharp wit and an eloquence to match I pretty much never miss a trick and if kind words aren't helping I often cheer someone up with a joke or an observation. I am also a reliable secret keeper although to the extent that some times when a secret should be revealed for someone else’s safety I pretty much still refuse to say a word. This does make me a popular confidante but is perhaps not the best thing for me i guess.
I do often tend to become over involved in things that bother me, for example if I've been reading campaign material I can sometimes find it difficult to sleep because what I've read is bothering me, such a sensetive soul eh? The same is true of my friends problems and even if they feel better for letting it out I don't ever really feel that I can let go and tell someone vaguely of the details so as to let go of them myself. Mother and Father have suggested counselling to counteract this but to be honest I turned it down, and now mostly relate all my problems to my stuffed animals.
Something that fewer people know is that I don’t always feel worthy, I often wonders to herself in less rational moments if the people who are friends with her are only friends because they are being polite, or because they want someone to complain to. However I can, more often than not, rationalise that it is just me thinking this and that they are my friends for more genuine reasons.
Despite my occasional paranoia I'm generally a pretty cheery person and like to be doing something pretty much 24/7. The life and soul of any party I pretty much always have something to say, whether it’s an eloquent observation or a witty comment. I'm really not a bitchy girl and this makes me kinda popular with my peers since I seem to them to be so genuine and caring, although like everyoneI do have hidden depths. I'm passionate and mature and is the best person to go to if all you want is a proper conversation on a rainy afternoon although you have to battle to keep up because I can be given to speaking quickly, following the flow of my mind,
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[/size]I never thought you could leave me,
I figured I was the one ,
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I came from, dublin
well my father .. ,
coming in at , fourty now
he supported us by , plastic surgery, thats why we're here.
all in all, he's pretty , okay i guess, annoying at times but a fairly decent man[/ul]
onto my mother ,
coming in at , thirty seven now
she helped too, by , modeling
in the end she's quite , alright, a bit self centered but a nice enough woman.[/ul]
and then they had kids ,
and my one and only pet(s) , Ash the cat, and Fullstop & Comma, the gold fish
the love life , is pretty non existant at the moment, althoug there was Spencer, he was a nice guy. He used to lend me his bright pink hoodie and once we took 'e' together. We never had sex, but he was good about it, never pressured me. In time it fizzled out, but i was still pretty heartbroken.
& the good and the bad,
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I, Farah McGann was born to proud second time parents Marie and Adrian on June the 7th 1991. I weighed just 6lbs and roughly one month after I was born I met my Nanny, the one who would be doing most of the taking care of me. She already had to care for my elder sister, then three, Alastriona. As a small child, although I was unaware she wanted for nothing, there were hand dyed sheepskin rugs to lie on, dyed to match the nursery of course, and another to match the living room for when the parents chose to take us, their children. Toys were available on demand and of course Nanny was on call 24/7 for when the parents had enough of their two daughters. Although they were not unkind people they simply had not factored children into their high-flying life styles and so were rarely around for the important moments. It was Alastriona who saw my first steps and heard my first words, although it seemed of little consequence to me at the time.
And so for the first three years of my life I enjoyed being the littlest, being doted on and having my older sister who was fascinated with me like I was a living doll although the age gap was too much for us to ever really play properly. When I was three our little brother Finbar was born, and so the competition for attention became more fierce, suddenly I wasn't their littlest girl anymore and it has to be said I had a hard time accepting that. Alastriona was old enough to try and help explain that they still loved us, but I didn't want to believe her. However with the family policy of sending the children to a high class boarding school once they were seven the three of us were only at home together for the space of a year before Alastriona went away.
I missed her terribly at first and in the begining I counted down the days until the next holiday, looking forward to her return, and in the mean time I found a new friend in the form of Claire. Claire was far more adventurous and outgoing than I had ever been, and so the two of us passed many happy hours playing in the grounds and occasionally the local park. It was always fun to have a different many roomed house to explore, different toys to examine, different staff to aggravate and the two of us became firm friends. However the time soon approached when I was to go away to school, Claire was too and indeed to the same school but both us children were somehow aware that this upheaval would strain our friendship. Of course neither was fully aware that this was what it was, but both knew something bad was about to happen, in the way that children do.
We both started at St Marys School for girls and, despite the upheaval it caused, enjoyed most of it. It was part of the school's customs that the older girls looked after the younger ones and we two seven year olds did have the advantage of the now ten year old Alastriona to look after us during their first year. Alastriona later moved to Cheltenham Ladies College but by them we had settled in and for the next five years of my life I enjoyed the close bond of friendship with Claire and the occasional visits of our parents and siblings.
Later at 11 I too moved up to Cheltenham with Claire and the two of us thought that we were blessed to be at school together still, and in the same dorm. But it was not to last. Alastriona was sixteen, I thirteen and Finbar 10 when the move to LA was made, following Alastriona's pronouncement that she should like to follow in mother’s footsteps and become a top model. Mother was well aware that the opportunities would be better in America and Father was easily convinced because it was good for his business; so against the better judgement of Finbar and I the whole family uprooted from Dublin and moved to LA.
Around the complications of starting a new school Finbar and I were enrolled and so I came to start my time at Blair. Finbar being younger was sent away to prep school until his time came. Being in LA did not suit me well at all to begin with, pale skin made the sun almost intolerable unless I applied a thick barrier of sun cream although I found the heat harder to adjust to after the more temperate [rainy] climates of Ireland and England. First year was hell and she spent alot of time taking refuge in the library and in my music, learning to play piano as well as I could and teaching myself to sing at the same time. The disconnection of doing two things at once took my mind off being homesick and missing Claire whom I emailed at least once a week and spoke to on MSN as often as possible. I still do.
I was in Sophomore year when I really started to make proper friends, discovering that looks and wit made me popular with he people who wanted a pretty friend but were too afraid to approach the more elite members of Blair.I also found that being very straight made me something of an oddity, so it was about this time when under the guidance of older students I made some of my first forays into drinking and drugs. It was about this time I found myself a boyfriend by the name of Spencer, who had an acid pink hoodie, a charming smile and an oxford accent. His parents had moved because of filming opportunities he said, but he liked Blair because of the freeness about it, less rules than Eton. So we had started dating.
With Spencer around and his bright pink hoodie the two of us quite often snuck out to go drinking, and it was with him holding my hand when I first tried ecstasy. However when I chose to take it again, but declined anything harder he was surprisingly good about it, and even accepted that I didn't really want to sleep with him, but in time our relationship fizzled out and he ended things. Essentially I was heartbroken.
Now moving intomy senior year, young free and single I admit I'm not entirely over Spencer, but is not as hopeless as I was, I have friends and do well in the subjects that I like, although the constant sun cream means that I'd still rather be in Dublin.
[/size]but I understand your sadness so
I guess I should just hold my tongue ,
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[/size] hello, I'm howlie,[/color]. I play Farah McGann.[/color] I myself have seen sixteen [/color]summers and I plan to see a lot more, living the good life up in england[/color]. I've been in this part of town for nearly three years now [/color], so I know the area pretty well. oh! and did I mention that devvie[/color] told me about this island resort? She's a gorgeous thing. stalk me? well, my aim is howileeeee[/color], my msn's howliethepointless@hotmail.co.uk[/color], and my email's howliethepointless@hotmail.co.uk as well[/color], . but, of course, you can always PM me. au revior !"[/size]
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Each step gave only the slightest creak, betraying the whereabouts of a light footed walker, a swish of skirts indicated a girl, or else a boy in a dress, but the light did not yet reveal the one whom it was hiding. Farah walked as silently as she could along the empty corridor towards her dorm, too much noise and someone would wake, someone waking meant she would be found out, and that wasn't a nice thought. Barely daring to breathe she slipped through the door, closing and locking it behind her. She let out the held breath in a loud exhalation, she had made it again, for tonight. She leant her forehead against the worn wood for a moment, eyes shut before she turned to face the room. It was as she had left it.
She stepped sideways and flicked on her bedside lamp, casting the room in a muted milky glow, then crossed to her chest of draws in a few short steps. She scrabbled around in the back of the top most draw, and bought out a coke bottle filled with red wine, placing it on top of the chest she hunted through her room for a tumbler and then half filled it. Replacing the bottle she carried her glass and a book to the battered couch and set them down at its side, lowering herself carefully onto the moth eaten cushions to unlace her boots. Unhooking each piece of the leather was like a ritual to her, and when she at last kicked them off and wriggled her toes luxuriantly it felt like heaven. Standing up again she crossed to her bed, undoing her cardigan buttons as she went. Farah slipped off her cardigan and blouse, closely followed by her skirt and knee socks. Standing in her underwear she shivered comfortably for a moment as the cool night air caressed her skin, then she removed her underwear too and, pushing the pile to one side, retrieved her pyjamas from her bed and pulled them on.
Returning to the couch she settled herself down, flicked on the radio to burble quietly in the back ground and grabbed her book. Reaching down she groped a minute for the tumbler and then raised it carefully to her lips, sipping the smallest amount and enjoying the bitterness of it. Thumbing through the book to wear she had left her book mark she bought it up to her face until the blurred squiggles resolved themselves into words. She was reading "A Broken Chariot" by a man called Alan Stillitoe and enjoying it despite its unusual form. She read quickly and drank slowly, so that she had traversed though three more chapters before alcohol and the lateness of the hour claimed her powers of concentration and sight. Draining the last of the tumbler she set it on her bedside table along with the book, then crawled beneath the covers, wriggling down and casting about until she found the comforting form of her cuddly toy cat: Misty. Clutching the toy to her chest Farah closed her eyes and let the sounds of the radio wash over her, she was content to lie there, on the borders of sleep, waiting.
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