Post by jamesvb on Apr 21, 2012 14:54:56 GMT -5
james preston van buren
LOCAL, TWENTY TWO, CHARMING, AMIABLE, ALTRUISTIC, MAX IRONS, HARTFORD
for starters, i couldn't of asked for a better set of parents, for better brothers and sisters, for a better family in general. i've never felt unloved, never felt like i wasn't wanted or needed, never felt like i was just a burden on any of them. i'm the youngest of siblings, making me the baby of my family. however, i've never been treated like one and for that, i'm thankful. after all, usually the youngest child of a family is the most spoiled, right? the crazy, wild, up-the-walls child out of a group? or is that just a stereotype. i don't know, maybe i'm wrong. all i know that i never behaved like that. i was never babied and i was always well mannered, considerate, thoughtful, and grateful for everything that my parents granted me with.
i was born and raised in england. camden in london, to be precise. i lived there most of my life and i never had any desire to leave london. it was a beautiful place to live, there was a surprise around every corner, and i was always bewildered at just how amazing the city really is. looking back at my recent decisions, i always wonder why i moved to the united states, when i was happy in london. in fact, i was more than just happy. i was so content with living in london, there isn't even a word for how happy i actually was. then, i realize why i moved and i'm thrown back to the new mindset that i've adopted of having 'no regrets'. i left my home of london for one thing in partciular and that's for sydney st. claire. i have no regrets in my choices, but i'll get to that part, eventually.
back to my original point, i was born and raised in london. i was the youngest of a brother and a sister, sebastian and emily. like i said, i was never treated any differently from my siblings because i was the youngest of them. we were all treated equally, given the same priveleges, the same luxories, the same allowance, given the same all around the same treatment.i wouldn't have had it any other way, either. i appreciate my parents for that, because they taught me how to work for what i wanted, not to expect that i'll be handed everything on a golden platter because i'm the youngest child of my family. surprisingly, i was always the most behaved of my siblings. while my brother was always getting detentions from school and calls home about his behavior, my teachers were sending letters home with me to give to me parents, presumably about how well-mannered and considerate i was. i've never been in any deep trouble, never been too badly scoulded at, and i've never known what it feels like to have somebody so disappointed in my, they can't even look at me. at least, not until i met sydey, but again, i'll get there.
my family is... significantly wealthy. we have money. having wealth runs in our blood, i guess you could say. my mother plans weddings, which usually fluctuates, payment-wise, but my father is a movie director, and a particularly known one at that. he's not famous, like james cameron or someone, but he is known. he's directed movies that went to theaters and made quite a bit of income, but he's no steven speilberg. still, he makes a lot of money at his job and i, personally, have always looked up to him as a role model. why? i love cinematography. making movies, cameras, everything that goes into being a cinematrographer i love.
like i said earlier, i'm a pretty nice guy, i think. i'm caring for others and i'm extremely well-mannered. i like to think i'm anybody's prince charming, but i'm sure that can be disproven, i guess. i know for a fact, however, that i'm not someone that my parents are ashamed of. they raised me right, with a good head on a strong set of shoulders. i respect anyone who deserves my respect: teachers, anyone who's significantly older than i am, my friends, strangers on the street. i treat women, however, better than i treat my own brother, which might be saying something, but then again, it might not. after all, my brother is an arse and he doesn't deserve anyone's respect. do i still give it to him? yes. anyway, women- they deserve to be treated like royalty. after all, for example, they're what keeps the human race going. i know, i know- but they couldn't do it without men! here's what i say to men- without women, who'd carry a child around in their stomachs for nine months? who gets all of the pleasure from reproduction and who gets a little bit of both pleasure and misery? i like to think of myself as someone who can easily make someone else laugh, too. i mean, i can. i like to make people smile. i like to make people happy and i like seeing them laugh because of someone i said. it brightens up my day.
i love others who don't get enough love. i'm extremely caring for people, whether it be someone i know or someone i don't. i think that everyone needs to be loved by someone, friendship-wise or not. i'm willing to be that person if need be. i'm not the kind of person that puts their own feelings or needs before someone else, either. the welfare of someone else matters to me. in my mind, that's important. i think that in the end, only good will come out of it. and, as silly as people may think i sound, i believe in karma. i think that there's a force out there that's much stronger than us and controls what happens and what doesn't. although i might sound crazy, i think that that force has the power to make good and bad things happen to someone, depending on their prior decisions. i'm not ashamed to voice these beliefs, either.
i guess i should get back to the whole history part of this story. when i was a sophomore in high school, i met sydney st. claire. she was a sophomore as well and she was stunning. she was beautiful and amazing in every way. i can still remember the way i felt when i saw her. i was thinking who is this gorgeous girl i'm looking and can i get her name? she was everything i wanted and i barely knew her, but at the same time, i knew that i needed her. she was wild, though. she couldn't be tamed and while i should have been immediately turned off by that, while i shouldn't of been so attracted to her, i was. my friends told me that she wasn't my type, that i shouldn't bother, that she would 'change' me, and maybe they were right, but i didn't care. when i was with her, i felt unstoppable, like i couldn't be touched by anyone, couldn't be phased by anything. that's why i needed her- because she made me feel incredible.
we started dating not too long after we met. i really, really liked her. i'd even go as far to say i loved her. long story short, our relationship didn't last as long as i'd hoped it to. the summer before our junior year, she uh... well, she left. she moved to the states and at the time, i didn't know why. i thought she had gotten sick of me and she wanted a change of not only environment, but of people in general. needless to say, i was heartbroken. thats why i'm in hartford. a little birdy told me that this was where she was and now that i'm an adult, i didn't hesitate to make the decision for myself and move to the states. after all, it's been more than four years... so... here i am.
NAAAH
HI I'M HANNAH, I LOVE THE IRONS FAMILY AND LIZZY
