PORTER, COURTNEY JANE. Jul 30, 2010 13:31:59 GMT -5
Post by COURTNEY JANE PORTER. on Jul 30, 2010 13:31:59 GMT -5
COURTNEY JANE PORTER.
COURTNEY JANE PORTER.
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SO BEFORE WE GET STARTED, LET’S COVER THE BASIC NAME.
”i'm courtney; courtney jane porter to be exact, but just call me courtney. sometimes people call me court, but courtney is what i prefer. if you're creative you can probably come up with some nicknames - that's what most of my friends do. they take inside jokes and turn them into nicknames. my dad calls me spinner every now and then. he used to call me that a lot more when i was younger because i used to spin until i fell over. i love the spinning rides too. as for my actual name... my mom loved the name courtney, and her name was jane, so my dad named me courtney jane. i was nameless for a few hours because my mom was in critical condition due to complications, and my dad was just trying to collect himself. after my mom died, he chose her favourite name and her name to create my name.”
THAT’S PRETTY COOL, I GUESS. SO TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
”i'm eighteen years old and i'll be a freshman in college this fall. i'm pretty excited about it actually. i'm still going to be living at home, which i don't mind. i would like to have the full college experience with the dorms and everything, but me and my dad are really close so i don't mind sticking around. i scheduled all of my classes already. they're all after ten o'clock, which is good because then i don't need to wake up insanely early. the earliest class is at ten thirty so if i really want to just roll out of bed and go, i could. chances are i won't though.
"now, with college comes college boys. i'm straight. only to be honest i'm a little afraid to get close to any boys in that way. you'll learn more about that later, but i guess you put two and two together that i'm single. as far as 'luck,' let me just tell you that i've done things that i'm not too thrilled about. i haven't had sex, but i've definately been within inches. literally. usually it's when i'm drunk though, so i'm trying to cut back. yeah, i'm that slut at all of the parties. 'easy', some might say. i'm trying to limit myself at parties now. i don't want to be branded a party-whore forever.”
WELL, REGARDLESS, I THINK YOU’RE PRETTY GOOD LOOKING.
"when i look at myself in the mirror i sometimes think i'm pretty, and then when i take photos i cringe at the results. i'm sure many people feel the same way, actually. the one feature about me that i love are my eyes. they're a hazle really, though most people just say they're brown. honestly, it depends on the light. i have somewhat long eyelashes to frame them, and i wear natural looking make-up. i'm not the kind of girl to throw bright colors on my skin and call myself beautiful. the only time i use "bright" colors are for my lips, i suppose. i don't like lipstick, i find it too stiff and it feels like dried paint that's uncomfortably smooth. i use lip gloss more often than not, and i use different shades of pink. usually i either put a clear gloss on, or i have a slightly darker pink. although i have the lighter shades of pink, and even a lipstick or two (which i rarely wear for said reason), i feel like they just don't look good on my lips. i don't like my mouth in general though. i feel like my lips are kind of long and narrow and small at the same time. i have a small mouth and relatively straight teeth because of braces. i hated braces, i had them for three long years. let's finish off with the rest of my head, face combo and then we'll move on. so my hair is dirty blonde. it gets lighter in the warmer months than it does in the cold. it's strange, but i hear it happens to a lot of people. in the peak of summer it's very blonde. in the peak of winter it's a light brown. i like my hair both ways, so i would never dye it. you've might've guessed it, but I'm a very "natural" kind of person.
"okay, now we can move on; moving on. i stand at around five five, five six. we'll call it 5'5.5". i'm a pretty healthy girl with a bottomless pit for a stomache. what can i say? i love to eat. i know what you're thinking, how on earth can you have a bottomless stomache? well, lets just say that i've sort of trained myself to have a fast motabolism. see, this is how it happened. freshman year everyone around me had flat stomache and i had a tiny potbelly. of course I was insecure about myself; it was my first year in high school after all. i started shrinking how much i ate during meal times. you know, smaller portions. i was old enough to know that it was setting me on not the healthiest past - my doctor had always said that i was healthy regardless. anyway, since i didn't eat as much as i used to during meals, i got hungrier during the day so i had a lot of little snacks. it wasn't really a bad thing though, 'cause it gave me a quicker metabolism. now i'm happier with myself and i have a flat stomache that's also healthy according to my doctor. i'm pretty comfortable with my body now.
"things i don't like about me are my hands, feet, ears and mouth. my hands are very small and then i have these long fingers with constantly manicured finger nails (which i like). at the same time though they're just disproportional. a small palm and long fingers just looks strange to me. then we get to my feet which are the same way. i have a small foot with long toes and it just looks so bizarre! now lets chit chat about my ears. they're small and slightly hard of hearing. i have three piercings on each ear which is probably a bad idea because they just make my ears look even smaller than they are. also, like i said before, my mouth is small and when i don't smile it looks pouty. that's probably one of the main things i don't like about me in photos - my mouth.
"so skipping that, you're probably wondering how you could differentiate me from the rest of the crowd. if you hear a british accent, that's me! well, it's not really a british accent because i've lived here for fourteen years. my dad still has a really thick accent - i think he fakes it sometimes because he's too stubborn to give it up. so with some phrases i say it's obvious i'm from england. anyway, let me tell you about how i dress. honestly, i'll wear anything. i go for comfort mainly, but i'll wear anything i think is cute. i like summer dresses the best out of any dress. i also like to try on the ball gowns and prom dresses just because i can. that doesn't mean i go out wearing them though. i usually wear jeans and a cute top. denim is my favourite sort of bottoms. i prefer flare jeans because i'm not too fond of skinny jeans right up against my leg, however, i do own two of the same pair that i love. they're so comfortable. i prefer dark wash jeans to light. i wear anything for shoes ranging from sneakers, to flats, to heels. the heels i wear aren't very tall because the taller they get, the worse at walking in them i get. so that's my casual wear. i'm also a big fan of sweats. i love sweat pants the best, but hoodies are also a must in my wardrobe, though I don't wear them everyday. so, i think i covered everything?"
I’M NOT COMPLAINING. TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOU LIKE-WISE.
”i love night time, night time swims, walking on the beach, waterfalls, sight seeing, dresses, sweatshirt and shorts combo, reading, writing, photography, gymnastics and cheerleading... and now i'll take the time to elaborate a bit. i guess you can call me a nocturnal kind of girl, but which teen isn't? everything happens at night, does it not? not only that, but i'm also slightly a romantic. i always day dream about those romantic moments. such a classic girl thing to do, i suppose. it's also just funner at night. during the day everyone's so busy and goes their seperate ways that it's nice when everyone comes together at night. as much as i like people coming around and being together, i like calmness. and i get that from walking on the beach, and being around beautiful scenery which is perfect for photography. i've always had my camera in my hand to capture those moments. i also love creating moments and being around people. i'm a social butterfly you might say. i wasn't popular in school, but i was the girl who talked with everyone. you would think i'd be popular since i was on the varsity cheerleading squad since freshman year. it was because i was small and had done gymnastics since i was three so i could do the flips cleanly. i liked competing more than being the side cheerleader. yeah, i still have it. i can do the flips and twists and the more complicated dances. the only reason is because i've done it for so long, but since i've gotten a lot taller since freshman year, it's not as easy. i don't do gymnastics as much anymore, but i work at the gym in the next town over.
"i have more likes. for example, the country and small towns. for cheerleading and gymnastics we would travel to larger towns to compete, but i think it's a breath of fresh air to be in a smaller place. i like horseback riding, barbeque, bonfires, flowers, open fields, my 1963 comet convertible, dirt roads, fruit, meat, manicures and pedicures, massages, warm showers, rooftops, cafes, mashed potatoes, comedies, live shows, summer carnivals, animals, sunglasses, stuffed animals, watching sports, the olympics, and playing poker. at parties it's not uncommon to see me playing strip poker with a drink in my hand. i usually don't play unless i'm drunk, so like i said i'm trying to not drink so much at parties. i'll be sticking to poker with my clothes on for a while. anyway, earlier i mentioned my stomache is like a bottomless pit so it's only right that i'd like food. like i said earlier, i like open spaces and their beautiful details like flowers and winding dirt roads. i feel like most of my likes are self explanatory. who doesn't like such things? after all, if you like something you don't need a reason as much as you do if you were to dislike something that others may like. it makes sense, i believe.
"so there's actually a lot of things i don't like. as far as people know, i need to meet you in order to know i don't like you. for example, i could hate the fact that you're self centered yet i might love it when it's somebody else. that's kind of... really not good, but at the same time the person who i don't like as self centered may be loved for something that the other was hated for. if that makes sense. so if you're a person, i won't be able to judge you until i know you or compare you to someone else. not that i should be doing that anyway...
"hmm... Let's start with some random things i don't like. i don't like seaweed, raspberry iced tea, chalk, chalkboards, cranberry juice, cooked vegetables, baked potatoes, sharks, all shrek movies, when ice melts in soda, computer pop-ups, the cardgame go fish, tomatoes, strawberry ice cream with the strawberry chunks, fruit yogurt with the fruit chunks, cucumber seeds, salt and vinegar chips, burned popcorn, popcorn kernals, flip flops that break too easily, sciences, plain bandaids... and i could continue but i need to breath and tell you about why i don't like some of these things. seaweed is just disgusting when you get tangled in it. i like the way it smells of the ocean, except for in large amounts then it's just too strong in comparisson with the rest of the ocean. i don't like the feeling of chalk or chalkboards, don't ask me why. it's just that sort of thing that makes me cringe, like nails on a chalkboard. it's not that I'm afraid of sharks, because i'm not, i just dislike the concept of them - and when they're portrayed in movies as vicious things out to eat you when they have to be provoked first. shrek and the computer pop ups go hand in hand. they just annoy me. honestly? some huge green ogre pulling earwax out and using it as candle wax isn't appealing to me regardless of if it's computer generated or not. sciences and plain bandaids can go hand in hand. they're just not fun to me. granted, bandaids aren't supposed to be fun and the colorful ones are meant for kids, but would you rather a colorful bandaid, or a dull bandaid that doesn't match your skin tone?
"now i could elaborate on every little thing i say i don't like, but i'll refrain from doing so because i don't think you'll like it. instead, i'll just wrap up my lengthy list. i don't like screamo, mistakes in movies, dr. pepper (though i used to love it), smoke, drugs, too much salt or pepper, snow, and extreme temeperatures. screamo and mistakes in movies are similar. both annoy me and they don't seem to flatter the creators. i'd rather see a bad movie made well, than a good movie with continuity errors every five seconds. this goes for screamo as well; i'd prefer a terrible song with a good voice behind it than a good song ruined by screaming. as you can also probably tell, i'm not a fan of the extremities. i like things to be comfortable, and for me too much heat isn't. i guess you could call it my need for perfection, which isn't really what it is. now, i said i didn't like smoke and drugs - which is so true - but earlier i said how if i'm at a party and you get me drunk... i don't like how i am when i'm drunk. i'm not a slut. that's just not how i am - that's how i become. that's why i've been trying not to get drunk because i don't like how i am when i am drunk. i'm not a fun drunk, unless you're the guy who got me drunk, then you'll probably find me fun. i'm a bitchy, i'm going to sleep with your boyfriend kind of drunk and i hate that. hate, hate, hate, hate, hate... notice how i didn't say i hated alcohol itself... oh, i shouldn't have said that.
"anyway, like i said, i hate when i'm drunk. junior year, when i was referring to when my photos got leaked... oh that wasn't pleasant and it's the prime reason i hate when i'm drunk and i hate when other people are drunk or when those who aren't drunk decide that taking advantage of a drunk girl is alright... sorry, i'm getting ahead of myself. anyway, sophomore year i went to a few parties and found that i get drunk fairly quickly. when i'm 'lightly drunk', i guess you could call it, i just talk smack or dirty. then when i get slightly beyond that, i start feeling the need to make out with someone. then if you get me drunk enough... i'm ashamed of it really. it hasn't gotten that far, but i don't think that i need to get that far in order to be embaressed by it. i didn't really remember it, but looking at the pictures before they were deleted off the computer, i came to that conclusion. sophomore year, those few parties i went to, i just stopped when i was at the talking smack part. early junior year, when the pictures were out, i realized i get a little carried away. it was a photo of me and a girl's boyfriend in a corner making out. that's all i'll say. why nobody seperated us, i'm not quite sure, but to this day i regret that. thus, i hate when i'm drunk. that's really only the main thing i hate. i overexaggerate a lot (which i don't like), i freely admit (along with many other things), so you'll often hear me say i hate such and such, but truth of the matter is that i probably don't. oh, and i don't like the fact that i'm a giant hypocrite and i'm really contradictory, if you haven't noticed that.”
YOU’RE NOT TELLING ME SOMETHING… TELL ME.
”okay, hmm. let me think of two. i have my first one. i had or have a crazy, obsessive ex-boyfriend. had being he's an ex now, of course, but he's been out of the picture for a bit. have being he's still crazy obsessive. whenever i get close to a boy in a romantic way he pops up and scares me to death. it makes me back away from the new guy i'm interested in which i hate. i don't want to spend my life checking over my shoulder for some creeper. my dad doesn't even know about it. i always threatened him by saying i'd go to the cops which i never do. truth be told, i don't know why i haven't gone to them. he happened to be a drug dealer too, so it would be a double catch for them.
"my second secret is hopefully forgotten by now, but if i just met you, there's no way i'd tell you so it's a secret, technically. junior year photos of me at a party were leaked. i was pretty drunk and there was a boy who came up to me... he had a girlfriend too. we sort of started making out and things got far. somebody whipped out a camera and posted images. needless to say, my dad grounded me for a really long time and i was embaressed to show my face around school. the guy's girlfriend gave me hell for a while, but i just reminded her that he came up to me. she said she doubted it because 'how could i remember, i was so drunk,' which i guess is true. still, she broke up with him over it."
OOH, DO YOUR PARENTS KNOW? SPEAKING OF FAMILY...
”so i told you earlier that my mum died when i was a baby. i gave her complications and so three hours after i was born she died. i was nameless for a little while after that too. it's terrible to say, but i don't really know what i'm missing out on and right now i'm pretty happy. no, i'm definately not happy i don't have a mom because i'll go to friends' houses and see how their treated and i try to imagine a mom in my house. i can't really because i've lived practically my entire life without her. the subject is touchy though. here's another secret: as much as you tell me other wise, i still think i killed her because i did, didn't i? i miss her even though i never really knew her. is that possible?
"next on my list is my dad who's to die for. we're the two person family out of movies. we tell each other everything - or rather i tell him more than he tells me - and we get along surprisingly well. sure we have our fights, but who doesn't? he works in a company a few towns over, but he wanted to be stable in a smaller town than london. we get along fine on our own and i help pay for my college tuition. like i said earlier, i work at a gym and they pay me surprisingly well. anyway, my dad's a really great guy. it's almost impossible not to like him. he's not very intimidating with boys, but he tries and that's what counts.
"my grandparents are also a huge part in my life. they live down the street. when i was four and my daddy's business relocated him here, my grandparents moved too to help out. they risked a lot, and i love them dearly. they're another piece of my mom i still have. my dad's parents died in a car crash when he was seventeen. i'm thankful for my grandparents. they come over sometimes for dinner, and sometimes i pop in over there. i love them and they worked so hard when i was younger. they deserve recognition.
"the last, and definately the least, is cassandra. she's my dad's girlfriend and has been for the last year and a half. i hate her, but i don't have the heart to tell him that. he really seems to like her. sure she's nice, but i feel like there's more to her than what we get to see. something about her just throws me off; i don't like her. my friends all say it's natural that i wouldn't like her, but if you met her you'd probably sense something was off too. i think she just wants a ring, but my dad's not nearly as in love with her as he was with my mum. he tells me stories sommetimes, and cassandra is nowhere near what they had.”
JUST ANOTHER MOUNT V FAMILY; TELL ME MORE.
”i'm going to try to keep this brief, but you've realized i ramble by now. so i was born on a rainy day, what more can you expect from London? it was about three in the morning and i kept my mom in labor for a good twenty seven hours. i've always taken my own sweet time, which looking back on it makes me wonder if that's why she died - because i decided to take twenty seven hours rather than seventeen, or maybe even a shocking seven. i wasn't in too much of a hurry though. i was a little thing; 6 lbs 7 oz. i got one picture with my mom, and my eyes were open. i didn't cry. i guess since i went at my own pace i prepared myself for the light. i wasn't really prepared to have my picture taken, so my smile wasn't perfected yet. i wish it was because then i would have a smiling picture with my mom. instead i'm looking up at her, my fingers in my mouth, looking like the most confused being on the planet. it's a cute photo though. it's the only one i have with my mom, besides when she was pregnant. after the flash when off my mom gave me one last smile the complications started to really begin. i started crying, they took me away, and three hours later she was dead. it was me and my dad on our own.
"okay, so we weren't on our own. my grandparents helped out a ton. they were always there. always. when my dad worked my grandmother would come over and my grandfather would be doing errands. occasionally their roles switched and sometimes when there weren't errands they would both be over. we have a lot of home videos and sometimes my dad - who was usually filming if he was around - would pop in with his smiling face and i would laugh and spin in circles. I was a spinner. He used to call me his little top. i would always manage to fall over and exaggerate it. that was probably why i didn't stick with dance for too long. i wasn't exactly the most coordinated. my grandparents taught me how to ballroom dance though. i was eight years old and brutally honest. i told them i had a crush on this boy, evan, so they taught me how to dance. they told me, 'if you think he's the one than you get up on your toes and ask him to dance with no music.' i don't know why they told me that considering i was eight years old and didn't understand it at all. i tried it, and he ran away. i told my grandparents and they just laughed. turns out they met when they were eight and when they were on their first date that's what my grandmum did. i find that story so cute. i decided that when i think i find the one, i'm going to do that.
”thank god i didn't use that with my ex. let me tell you about that. so we moved when i was four - my grandparents moved to - and we grew up happily in mountain view. i had little crushes here and there, but my first big crush was my ex. in seventh grade he asked me out. i suppose you'd think that's young, but it didn't seem it at the time. we stayed together for a whopping five years before i realized a. he was a drug dealer, and b. he was pyscho. i dumped him and went after other boys senior year (we broke up junior year). only every time i started getting near someone he'd wind up driving by my house, showing up on first dates and creepy things like that. c'mon, admit it's scary. so i started backing away and being only the best friend, never the girlfriend even though i wished i was the girlfriend in some cases. now i'm laying low, just looking around, but there's this one boy. he's a college junior, we met briefly and then we started hanging out. i'm afraid my ex is going to ruin it though, and this is something i don't want ruined."
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