Post by ARISTA VAN KRISTENSEN on May 26, 2011 6:29:10 GMT -5
arista van kristensen, marina diamandis, local, thirteen.
[/font][/size]oh i'm liking this town already, usually all the other places i go to, i'm bombarded with really personal questions. which bugs me. i mean, i don't have anything to hide or something. i'm totally open and all. about everything. maybe too open, but seriously.
okay, sorry, i'm arista van kristensen, but you can call me ryan, rice, or if you're story, pinkie pie. i believe nicknames are the window to the soul. the more creative and off the bat, the more likely i am to like you. this is why cat (story) is my favourite person to have ever existed. if i didn't know better, i'd of said that we came out of the same womb. but we didn't, thank god. otherwise being best friends with occasional benefits would be a scary, and involve a hell of a lot of incest. if he was a woman, i'd still be a thousand per cent in love with him always and forever. so i'm twenty, graduated my arts and psychology course a bit ago, still trying to decide whether i want to teach or not... i'm a bit young to teach, but i reckon that'll make my students more inclined to, like, do well. and talk to me. i can be a cool teacher. hipster kind of cool. i reckon i'll give it a bit before i go pester the high school to hire me for arts or something.
any who, i'm american-welsh. aderyn van kristensen is my mother. yeah, my dad thought her maiden name was pretty, so he decided to let her keep it and picked it up himself. aderyn means "bird" in welsh. she was a beautiful creature, light hair and pale complexion, albeit a bit useless. she'd never worked a day in her life, being nobility and all. her deepest regret was eloping with my dad and having myself and my older brother. her eloping led her to be cut off from the family will, so she didn't get a cent from her parents.
dad's mike nicholls, entirely american, an avid botanist who researched the diverse plant life of colder european countries. he met my mother while on an expedition to norway, as a guest to the kristensen household. ended up falling in love with my mother who was bored, and they ran away together, back to america, had me and my brother lasse.
as i said, mom was pretty useless. vain too. she developed a paranoia fuelled schizophrenia in her later years, led to my dad leaving her because he couldn't deal with it anymore. she died a lonely woman. although, don't think i care. she was a heinous cow to me, always choosing my brother above me. after many attempts, she finally she commited suicide in her hopsital room. my father later died from lung cancer and a broken heart. he still loved her, poor thing.
so it's just me and lasse in the world. i haven't seen my older brother for a while... i'm hoping he's still out there. i went out to england recently to look for him, but he had skipped the country again. enough about my past though. you probably want to know a bit more about me. even though you're not saying much. shocked or something? don't pity me because of my past. i hate that. people are so... attention seeking.
i'm creative. it's just my thing. anything that involves music, writing, photography, drawing, painting, or anything else you can make art with, is my medium. i'm in a band, i write poetry, i won a fancy camera in a competition, i paint, sew and mosaic. despite all of this, my major in uni was a philopshy/psychology thingy. now i'm wishing i did teaching...
i'm observant, and like watching people and the way they behave, thus the interest in psychology. that and i'm bi-polar, so i guess i was interested in pulling apart my own brain. i experience really high-highs, but this might also be because i smoke weed and all. that contributes to my spaced-out persona half the time. i cry on whim, and when i'm having a particularly off day, i usually just hole up in bed and refuse to move. i don't take my meds like a should, but i'm terrible with routine. it's a miracle that i've gotten through uni the way i have.
trust me, i'm sharp beneath all the giggles. it's all part of me being a hippie and a bit indie. i'm surrounded by knick-knacks, pillows, tea cups and candles. i like rainbows and stuff like that, so usually my clothes will look like something drenched in unicorn jizz or like i've gone crazy with a crayola box. crayons are pretty cool, just saying.
i'm an atheist, but i still practice some new age stuff now and then. pro-karma and all. if i was anything, i'd be buddhist, but i hate conforming to a group, and religion falls under that umbrella.
i have a short-attention span so i'll often wander down one line of thought and then jump to something else quickly and completely forget what i was talking about. what else is important about me? um... i'm heterosexual but i do admit to having a few crushes on dark-haired european girls. yes, i have a specific type. not with men though, so i guess i'm straight. i own a llama, named antebellum. she's a brown and white pinto. so much better than a cat or dog, i'm telling you.
i get along heaps better with guys than girls... thus the bestfriend being story guerrero. he's my cat and i love him to absolute pieces. he's my bestfriend and knows me back to front, inside out. no one has ever made me pee myself before. apart from him. it was an embarrasing experience, i can tell you. i bought him a tea-cup piglet from england. called him colonel bacon. he's our love child.
any ways, enough about me. i think. did i mention i was female? no surprises here, folks, haha. my humor is a little weird. actually, i'm just all over weird. odd, actually. but you know, variety is the spice of life. it's all good.
