First Blog

My Mom and Dad met senior year in High School.  She didn't really like him very much at first, but this did not stop my Dad from trying to be with her. My Dad had asked my Mom, Dana, to the prom and during those times your parents had to approve of your date so my mom told my dad that her parents would like him to come along with them to their house in the Poconos for the weekend. This morning I just called her up on the phone with new details on school and boys. I told her about this boy Jake who I met once this summer.  He has been confessing how much he likes me over the phone. Unfortunately for him, I'm at a loss of words because we only met once and how can he be so interested, I can't reciprocate those feelings. He talks to me everyday or try's to. I respond when I can, I think he's very funny but Im still confused as to how he could like me so much when he really doesn't know me. She reminded me how she did not like my Dad at first either and thoug...

Name(first and last) - Olivia Lavliete  Age-19 Appearance- Long blonde hair, brown eyes, 5'8 Class- Middle class Occupation of parents- Both parents are lawyers Family members- Mom Dad and older sister, her second oldest sister died before Olivia was born.  Education- Rutgers  Place of residence- New Brunswick Nj Place of birth (if different) Religion- Christian Ethnic Background- Italian, Swedish   Hobbies- Horseback riding Pet(s)- dog and cat at her parents home Talents- very intelligent, gifted mind Dislikes- red meat, hunting, republicans  Eccentric Habits- always unplugs her microwave and toaster in the kitchen Favorite foods- eggplant parmesan  that her grandma Nina always makes Manner of dress- casual, typically she wears jeans and a t shirt  Favorite color- purple Sound of voice- smooth voice, very animated when happy Aspirations- save lions in Africa from being killed Favorite place- the barn she ri...

“Did you even think..” “Did I even think about how you got that car? NO I didn't think about it. Are you really going to spend your time asking me things like that, I thought your dad got it for you.” “Is it that hard for you to believe? Reflect on yourself , isn't there moments I dont cross your mind, and maybe for a second you think about doing things without thinking of me? It’s not hard for me to believe, I don't make decisions with you always in mind.             “At least when I’m thinking I am actually THINKING! Your doing this all wrong. Your 19, you’re at school, your studying, your earning a degree.” “You have it half right, I’m 19 I’m at school, I’m tired, I’m bored, Im curious, I’m..” “Oh just shut up, what your doing is something you certainly do not have to do, whoever made you think that this is how a college student survives is on crack, or maybe you’re just on crack. At this point I really can...

“Faith c’mon dance with me, let me see how your feet work! C’mon get up, get up now!” Grandpa took my hand in his and swiveled me around and out of my seat. “Well dont you look beautiful Faith, oh Faith come with me!” My heels clacked and clinked as I was pulled onto the marble. I saw Alma, Adrian, Augusta, Sonny, Langston, Duke just about everyone was clapping, tapping, groovin away. Groovin to Sonny and his saxophone. The beat was bumpin and my heart was pumping and my Grandpa loved thumpin his feet. Pulling me around the dance floor and twirling me on his finger I let my neck fall back, the colored dresses swam around my head. I let my other arm swing out and my fingers extend to feel the soft satin and beating colors. Reds, Blue,Greens, all passing by. “Woooowee, have you ever seen such happy people before, I mean, my god do your folks like to dance. I saw you spinning over there before...” Sonny chuckled and put his saxophone down next to him. It’s brass beamed light da...