Post by evelyn golightly on Feb 1, 2012 21:23:12 GMT -5
evelyn harper golightly
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: none;,true][cs=2][atrb=width,300] hey there. the name's EVELYN HARPER GOLIGHTLY! i go by EVE too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am TWENTY-FIVE & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm STRAIGHT? & that I'm from PORTLAND, OREGON? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, the LOCAL NEWSPAPER is calling. see ya'! history Do I have to do one of these things? Seriously? Everyone that knows me knows I hate talking about myself to the extreme. mumbles in the background Fine. If it's for the damn interview I will. Now shut it. clears voice Hi, my name is Evelyn Harper Golightly and I am twenty-five years old. I was born April fourteenth to my parents, Amelia and Michael. My parents met at Yale University when they were twenty years old. Originally, my mother was supposed to go on a date with my father's older brother, but my father stepped in when my uncle never showed. Honestly, it was one of those moments my parent's declare as 'true love'. They tell this story all the time at dinner events and it embarrasses me, even now when I don't live with them. When my mother turned twenty-five, she got pregnant with me and I came nine months later. I was the cutest little thing ever and my parents adored me. Two years later, they popped out my younger brother, Edward. He's twenty-three right now and is thinking about moving down to Sapphire Bay to get away from our boring small town. Edward is, by far, my best and worst friend. We've always been close and we've always been around each other. Because he's always been around, I kind of became a tom boy. I love basketball and softball and in elementary school, that isn't cool. I was tall for my age and odd looking because I hadn't yet grown into my face, but Edward adored me. I hope he still does. Middle school was the bane of my existence and I hated every second of it. Seriously. You may think that I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. My lowest point was when I got my period in the middle of seventh grade math class and everyone laughed. I didn't go to school for a week. In eight grade, a high schooler told everyone that I was fooling around with him and I was deemed the school slut. It was then when I began to battle with depression. Depression isn't a joke and I hate it when people make fun of people with it. It bothers the fuck out of me. But anyways, I almost succeeded in swallowing a bottle of pills when Edward walked in. Dear Edward. He saved me. He got my parents and they put me into the hospital before getting me a therapist and a private tutor for the rest of middle school. I told my mother that I was never going back there. I couldn't. My therapist, Maria, gave me a prescription for pills and they've helped me. I attended a private school out of town and became on the honor role. I was valedictorian, All-America Athlete, voted best personality and most likely to succeed, class president and was also Homecoming Queen and Prom Queen my junior and senior year. I was the star played for my softball team as well and received a full ride to Princeton University with my high school boyfriend, Christian, whom I had dated all four years. Everything was perfect. Until it wasn't. My father had a heart attack two weeks after getting my acceptance letter and Christian broke up with me three weeks later. My depression suddenly seemed stronger then the pills and I don't remember anything from that summer. It's all a blur. I dropped out of Princeton, partly because that's where Christian was going and partly because I just couldn't go to Jersey after my father's heart attack, and accepted an almost full ride to Stanford University. It's far away from Portland, but closer then Jersey. It also became the best decision of my life. I met Sean. Sean is my husband and also a lawyer in Sapphire Bay. He got a great job as soon as we graduated college and moved down here immediately. Edward wants to come to the local college because we haven't seen each other since I've attended college, and I hope he does. My father is also doing better. Sean and I met at the school newspaper, by the way. It was love at first sight. He asked me out ten minutes later and we were in his bed two weeks later. Fast, but it wasn't at the same time. He knows me better then I know myself sometimes and I have no idea what I would ever do without him. Except, well...I met this guy. I shouldn't have these thoughts about someone else, but this guy I work with...is perfect. We're best friends, almost like Edward and myself, but...I can't tell Sean. I just can't. personality Honesty and intelligence are my biggest qualities. I tell it how it is, partly because I am a journalist, and partly because that was how I was raised. My mother always taught myself and Edward to be honest with ourselves and everyone around us. And that's what I have been doing. The only lie that I've told that has ever mattered has been not telling Sean about that guy, and it's not even a lie. I'm just holding back information. Anyways, being a journalist, I have to find the truth and I only write articles on the truth. That's just how I am. People hate me because I tell the truth and I don't try to avoid the nasty details. Avoiding things like that bothers me and I cannot stand it anymore. I'm also, like, super smart. People don't think I am because I'm pretty and I say stupid things sometimes, but I am. I like knowing what I'm talking about and not pretending that I know everything. My memory is awesome too; I was diagnose with a photographic memory. Which helps. I also tend to be...well...harsh. I don't know any types of bedside manner because I don't see the point. I should just tell the truth about everything and show my intelligence whether people like it or not. I don't like caring about people that won't help me in the long run. That may sound horrible, but it's the truth. If you aren't friendly and you aren't going to care about my and my career, then go away. It's as simple as that. I just want to make that extremely clear. | [atrb=width,200] |
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