Post by Lola Martinez on Mar 22, 2008 18:58:40 GMT -5
Name: Lola Martinez
Gender: Female, please!
Age: 17 as of June 4th!
Teacher or student?: Student, thank you.
Grade: 11th
Description: Hmm, what can I say about myself? Well,you know my name is Lola Martinez, and you will never have to hear it again, wait yeah you will. I plan to become a famous actress one day. Yeah, that's it. I have long, brunette locks, which I will gladly cut for any Hollywood film. I dye streaks in my hair often, but stopped suddenly, when my mom told me I might be damaging it. EH! I look through brown eyes, which are fabulous, by the way. I dress like most gils should. Not too preppy, not too sporty. Comfortable, yet fashionable. I have great taste, if you ask me.
Personality: I can come off extremely sarcastic most of the time. If you don't know me personally, you might be offended, sorry about that. Oh yes, I don't bite. I'm friendly actually! Come, talk to me, I love chatting. Second favourite thing to shopping. I can get thingyy sometimes. Yes, it happens to the best of us. But, all and all. I say I'm one of the most friendliest people I have ever met. Oh jeez, there is my boastful self, shining though... Oh well!
History: Well, I used to live in New York with my mother and father. Then, we moved down to California, for god only knows. I was enrolled into a school called PCA, which only allowed girls in for the second year I started going. I seriously tricked my roommates, Zoey and Nicole. They thought I was some freaky-goth girl. Ha, I so got them good! I come from a middle-class family, if you must. We aren't as rich as Logan. I don't get my way like Reese does with his dad, and I definately do not act like Logan whatsoever. Although, people say I do. Anyways, now I am in my second semester into PCA, and I'm loving it!
IC: I stroll down the hall after my last class of the day. History, and boy, was it downing my spirits. I swear I got a headache from Mr. Mann talking about wars and junk I don't even need to know.
I saunter my way to dorm room 101, my room with Zoey and Quinn, my best friends. Currently, the room was vacant, and I only wonder why they weren't there yet. I shrug and turn on my iPod dock, blasting the music. I dance around the room, cleaning up my dirty laundry from that morning, and stuffed it into the hamper. I look out the window, singing softly the tunes of my current favourite hit "Love Song--Sara Bareilles". I see Micheal, and wave to him. He waves back, continuing on to probably the courts to meet up with Logan, or something.
I smile before jumped into the top bunk, just laying there reading a magazine. I then read an article about Britney Spears, ask myself, 'I wonder what Zoe, and Quinn will think if I dye my hair blonde...'
[oorp: I do not in any way, shape, or form own the trademark iPod name. Although, I own my own iPod! Britney Spears is weird, but awesome. And, Love Song is a luffly song!]
Gender: Female, please!
Age: 17 as of June 4th!
Teacher or student?: Student, thank you.
Grade: 11th
Description: Hmm, what can I say about myself? Well,you know my name is Lola Martinez, and you will never have to hear it again, wait yeah you will. I plan to become a famous actress one day. Yeah, that's it. I have long, brunette locks, which I will gladly cut for any Hollywood film. I dye streaks in my hair often, but stopped suddenly, when my mom told me I might be damaging it. EH! I look through brown eyes, which are fabulous, by the way. I dress like most gils should. Not too preppy, not too sporty. Comfortable, yet fashionable. I have great taste, if you ask me.
Personality: I can come off extremely sarcastic most of the time. If you don't know me personally, you might be offended, sorry about that. Oh yes, I don't bite. I'm friendly actually! Come, talk to me, I love chatting. Second favourite thing to shopping. I can get thingyy sometimes. Yes, it happens to the best of us. But, all and all. I say I'm one of the most friendliest people I have ever met. Oh jeez, there is my boastful self, shining though... Oh well!
History: Well, I used to live in New York with my mother and father. Then, we moved down to California, for god only knows. I was enrolled into a school called PCA, which only allowed girls in for the second year I started going. I seriously tricked my roommates, Zoey and Nicole. They thought I was some freaky-goth girl. Ha, I so got them good! I come from a middle-class family, if you must. We aren't as rich as Logan. I don't get my way like Reese does with his dad, and I definately do not act like Logan whatsoever. Although, people say I do. Anyways, now I am in my second semester into PCA, and I'm loving it!
IC: I stroll down the hall after my last class of the day. History, and boy, was it downing my spirits. I swear I got a headache from Mr. Mann talking about wars and junk I don't even need to know.
I saunter my way to dorm room 101, my room with Zoey and Quinn, my best friends. Currently, the room was vacant, and I only wonder why they weren't there yet. I shrug and turn on my iPod dock, blasting the music. I dance around the room, cleaning up my dirty laundry from that morning, and stuffed it into the hamper. I look out the window, singing softly the tunes of my current favourite hit "Love Song--Sara Bareilles". I see Micheal, and wave to him. He waves back, continuing on to probably the courts to meet up with Logan, or something.
I smile before jumped into the top bunk, just laying there reading a magazine. I then read an article about Britney Spears, ask myself, 'I wonder what Zoe, and Quinn will think if I dye my hair blonde...'
[oorp: I do not in any way, shape, or form own the trademark iPod name. Although, I own my own iPod! Britney Spears is weird, but awesome. And, Love Song is a luffly song!]
