VICTORIA, REA AVALON

[REA AVALON VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2nqfdd2.jpg); border: solid 5px #d6d6d6; width: 250px; -webkit-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; -moz-border-radius: 50px 4px 50px 4px; line-height:85%; margin-top: 5px] REA AVALON VICTORIA, "GUILTY PLEASURE EASE MY PAIN, WHISKEY RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS" TWENTY THREE | FRIENDS/OTHER | ELAINA S. RANDOM FACTS ABOUT REA. 01. has a black first generation 67 Pontiac Firebird named Lola that she cherishes. 02. grew up in the dirty side of los angeles. 03. hates her father for not loving her mother and hates her mother for cheating on her father. 04. tends to go after the boys who treat her like trash. 05. thinks she will be a horrible mother. 06. extremely self destructive when wasted and in a bad mood. 07. functioning alcoholic. 08. has been taking pictures since she was a child. 09. is very hard to impress, but once you impress her you earn her respect. 10. definitely not afraid to rip anyone’s hair out or speak her mind. 11. selfless to people she truly loves.12. a naturally jealous person 13. extremely hard to handle and tame. 14. is obsessed with the smell of boys. 15. constantly gets her nail done and paint them different colors. 16. doesn’t mind being used for sex. 17. started out on the tour originally as a merch girl, but now owns her own photography company. ERA OF NOTEBOOK ENTRIES OF REA AVALON VICTORIA (PRESCRIBED BY THERAPIST) DIARY ENTRY 1; SEPTEMBER 19TH, AFTER GOING THROUGH SOME TROUBLE WITH WORK. “ A fucking notebook full of confessions. I guess this is what she wanted. My therapist is a cunt, so I’ll do what she says and write it all down. She can look into me and judge all she wants but she will never know me. I am a simple pawn. I am a fool for life itself even. I want to breath, and inhale, and smoke and drink and feel like I’m alive. I want to have sex with beautiful men… Safely that is. I don’t obey speed limits, in fact, fuck, I don’t obey rules at all. I won’t count calories and I won’t regret. I won’t lie or say something to please someone because that would be like lying to myself. People take living too seriously; they work every day of their life and fight for money, for control, for power. What is power anyways? The ability to get what you want? To be in charge? It’s a silly word, a sick fucking word. You don’t need to fucking be the president of the USA to get what you want. I can get what I want, but that doesn’t make me powerful. I can fight for what I want, and it won’t make me in charge. I don’t need power or control to feel satisfied with life. So many kids I know wake up everyday and dread work, they dread life, they dread it all. How could you hate a path that you picked? You can complain about your workplace but yet you don’t have the guts to change it, and you can complain about your shitty apartment yet you’re too lazy to go out and look for another one. I grew up thinking ‘Wow, are you really that hateful for what you have?’. Middle school was shitty, high school fucking sucked, but it all taught me shit that I could never learn anywhere else. I got beat up for opening my mouth, and blessed for keeping it shut, so I learned well that whole bullshit of ‘Ohhh always stand up for what you believe~’. My parents did the whole 9-5 shit, they ate, slept, fucked and nagged me until I bounced. It was a mind blowing experience, to tell them to fuck off and walk though that front door… I was liberated, and that’s when it all started. I’m in control of my life, and I never want to hate something that I do from morning to night.” DIARY ENTRY 12; NOVEMBER 29TH, AFTER THANKSGIVING VACATION WITH FAMILY. “ I don’t tend to tell this much to people. My life story is boring, so I’ll keep it simple. My parents were shits, they taught me well. I grew up open minded and I had a roof over my head. I was blessed in ways, but cursed in others. They didn’t give me much structure, which I definitely think adds to my procrastination, but then again I think it also is what compels me to succeed. I worked my ass off to become a good photographer, that’s what brought me here. I picked up a camera at like, I don’t know, fuck, age 4? I always took pictures. It’s such an amazing way to remember. Everyone loves to feel nostalgic. I’m just one of those people who always liked to provide the memories. I did it for a while on for a newspaper but I realized it was burning me out, making my love for the hobby die, so I switched to tour. I was always artistic. I play guitar, I sing, and I’m more than in love with art and drawing and expressing yourself. Don’t think I’m a pro. I play guitar but I can’t write my own songs, and the same with singing. I’m nothing special. I have a little brother who’s 19 and spoiled out of his mind. He and I have two totally different mind sets. Sure we like some similar things - sex, drugs, rock n roll – but he finds the need to make life a living hell for everyone else. I love him though, him and that cheeky foolish smile of his. Its not hard for me to love him, even if he grinds me all the time and doesn’t tell me shit. He makes me feel like a mother when I even dare to ask about girls, or friends, or drama, but when we have our moments they’re way beyond worth it. To say the least I’m proud of him. I came to this tour on a whim. He was smart enough to follow, but he’s talented much more than I am. Like shit, that kid can sing, its almost ridiculous, but I’m happy to see him on that stage, ” DIARY ENTRY 19; DECEMBER 18, AFTER THERAPY. “ Im supposed to describe myself, and write what I am and what I would change. I’m a natural brunette, 5’9 and thin, a positive person, an aggressive person, maybe a little hot headed and even more reckless. I’m a adult at the age of 19, but I’m also so fucking childish at times. I’m a goofball, a funloving girl who takes her job seriously but otherwise plays too hard. I’m a drinker. I’m a smoker. I may be a taaaad bit of a nympho. I’m honest. I’m a bitch. I’m loving. I’m loyal. I absolutely hate people who doubt others, and I really fucking hate liars. I’ve matured a lot since I was a kid but I cant help it if I’m still a little bit of a bitch. What would I change? Nothing. I wouldn’t change a thing, because I am who I am, and I am the only person I need.” hey there, the name's mikey. i STILL live in the COOLEST time zone and this is my second character.