CHRISTENSEN, loren isobel

[LOREN ISOBEL CHRISTENSEN.]

LOREN ISOBEL CHRISTENSEN

"hey, the name is loren isobel christensen, and i suck at introductions. i've been to this camp for the past... what? four years? yep, i think that's correct. i first came here when i was twelve years old, looking for someway to channel some of my "attitude problem" -- or that's what my mom would call it. i don't know what they're talking about though. anyway, i'm now sixteen. i came to band camp knowing only a few chords on my guitar -- heck, i didn't even know what to call them then! i just knew the finger positions -- and now, i could even read notes and do scales! haha! yes, i am quite good, but not good enough to be third troop. i'm only in second, been for the past year. it was quite an achievement for me back then.

anyway, home was at the grand suites at sunset boulevard condominium at los angeles, california. remy christensen is my father, my biological one -- i've known a lot of "fathers" over the years -- is a novelist-slash-screenwriter-slash-comic artist-slash... well, okay, just about everything. he has a knack for storytelling. my mom, calista christensen née phoenix -- she totally had a kick-ass name, right? calista phoenix! sorry, i get sidetracked easily -- works as a lawyer. i live with her in our condo. my parents are separated, and i'm their only child. thank god, i can't imagine them rearing another child into this world. they were pretty dysfunctional when they were together. they were much more happier when they were apart. was i happier? maybe, maybe not. it isn't all about me, anyway, even if it seems that way! it's not. okay? why does nobody believes me when i say that?! anyway, to be honest, i wasn't too thrilled at first. heh... that's why i got sent at band camp at the first place. moving on, family life isn't great... just like everybody else. once you start thinking that your pain isn't the worst there is, it pretty much gets easier from then on.

okay, okay, that was cheesy. i know? but it's true! and i'm a sucker for those kind of crap, anyway. if you're my friend on facebook or twitter, your homepage will probably be filled with those things. anyway, i was born on october nineteenth, making me a libra. don't laugh at me, i know those stuff are true! maybe not accurate, but on some level, they are right. anyway, as it says, i have low tolerance for injustice and i'm pretty outspoken about my own opinions. i say 'nay!' on being indecisive thing, that's the most prominent of the libran personality. i don't think i have those, i don't know... maybe i'm undiagnosed ADHD or something, i don't know if i get this right, but i'm pretty impulsive and spontaneous. decisions aren't made until the last minute, i suppose. i don't like feeling rushed or pressured. it ruins my mojo.

i'm pretty much a good and fun person to be around if you can tolerate chattiness and someone who just laughs and/or criticize just about everything. i don't like to take life too seriously, it just depresses me. my primary flaw would be... well, i have a tendency to lean on flight instead of fight, if you know what i mean. if i don't like one thing, i run far far away from it. i'm a bit paranoid, and though i may seem tough and all that, i don't like confrontations. you know what i like? music. rock music, especially! i don't particularly wanna travel down this musician road, i want to be a rock journalist. i want to write about it -- besides, haven't you seen almost famous? you get to follow bands around! that's pretty awesome for me. anyway, that's all i can say about myself for now. the rest is still a mystery... yes, even for me."


hello, i'm sketch, and i'm eighteen years old.
i've been roleplay for four years. i'm using saoirse ronan.
he/she would be filed under a second troop.
i found JBC through caution.

Valentine's Day is undoubtedly Mona's most hated holiday of the year. Not only does everyone have to go all cheesy and mushy. It also promotes the idea that one can't live independently. Maybe it all really boils down to how Valentine's Day just reminds her of how much she doesn't have 'that' special person in her life. For the past few weeks, every time she came by the town bakery that this old lady owned, she'll be interrogated mostly about her love life. "A young lady like you should have many suitors! Live the life, Ramona. Make the first move."

[/i] It totally crept her out. (That was aside from the fact that it's a sixty-eight year old lady telling her that she's the one who needs to get a move on.)

Being forced to write the holiday special for the school paper isn't helping any of her aversion.

Ramona Beckett sat with her back hunched and her elbows on the table. Thank God there was WiFi in the café, it made the idea of "copypasta" seem more convenient and tempting. But Mona can't do that. She didn't have the guts, and she was scared that maybe one of her editors might recognize. Not that it's actually a big deal, she could always credit. Sadly, her pride just won't allow her to be unoriginal.

Mona can't get any ideas still, though. Her hands are buried in her hair as she stared at the blank word document. 'Not even a vague idea or title to start off with!' And the deadline's coming... very soon.[/quote][/center]