I really dislike writing these 'get to know me' things, and probably wouldn’t do it, but that would just prove to the world that my personality is stale and uninteresting.
Name: Sabryna-Lilly Bellemare
Age: 16 years old
Hair color: brown with a pink streak.
eye color: brown.
occupation: drinking coffee and watching paint dry
favorite music: The Beatles, AC/DC, Story of the Year, Linkin Park, Blink 182, Greenday, Yellowcard, Something corporate, Cyndi Lauper, From Autumn to ashes, all american rejects, Dashboard Confessional. Taking Back Sunday, Verve pipe, the ataris, staind,Aerosmith, gin blossoms, goo goo dolls, hoobastank, lit, fuel, mest, millencolin, moist, Our Lady Peace, third eye blind, rancid, three days grace, U2, Pat benatar , Phil colins, Pink floyd, the beatles, the supreames, Survivor,The Cranberries, Coyote Shivers, a new found glory, Bon Jovi (though not as obsessed as samantha), bowling for soup, Shooter, jimmy eat world, Keepsake, Oasis, pennywise, queen, smashing pumpkins, treble charger, vertical horizon, cheap trick, the verve..etc...
Favorite movies: Romeo and Juliet (modernized version with Claire Danes and nearly edible Leonardo Dicaprio), reality bites, disney movies (Pocahontas, Anastasia, little mermaid…), reign of fire, lord of the rings series, Harry Potter series, life is beautiful, simply irresistible, practical magic, spirited away, millennium actress, the titanic, little princess, Detroit rock city, underworld, pirates of the Caribbean, star wars, Lemony Snicket’s A series of unfortunate events, national treasure, footloose, grease, bride and prejudice, the chronicles of Narnia: the lion the witch and the wardrobe, the wizard of oz, Wristcutters: a love story, eurotrip, she's all that, across the universe…
Favorite shows: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Sabrina the teenage witch, Jem and the holograms, the jetsons, the simpsons, the flinstones…
Favoritebooks: my sweet audrina, the alienist, all quiet on the western front, pride and prejudice, anything shakespeare, the confessions of Georgia Nicholson, catcher in the rye, black like me, junk, sabriel, lirael, the hunters moon, mylife is a wedgie, animal farm. bridget jones' diary, the prime of miss jean brodie, survival in auschwitz, anything by Mary Higgins Clark, I have lived a thousand years...etc..
My general personality: I'm sarcastic. I like challenges. I’m very attached to my friends. I have strong beliefs; I can be antagonistic and sometimes patronizing. Depending on whom I am with, I can be very hyper and full of life, or very mellow and down to earth. I often take things to seriously.
The things i am, the thing i do, and the things i love:
I can only run I mile before I faint or throw up. I can stand wearing nail polish for ten minutes before I chew it off. I can’t maintain a normal conversation for very long. I love roasting marshmallows but I hate eating them. I like the sound of leaves crunching under my feet. I love making my stiletto heels slap on the floor, even though I can stay on my feet for about three minutes before falling on my ass with them. I like to sing though I haven’t got a shred of musical ability in the entirety of being. I write more than I think and read more than I can process. I squint my eyes when I’m angry in hopes of producing a glare. I love wearing nail polish but always chew it off. I can’t maintain a normal conversation for very long. I have an affinity for coffee, tuna and coca cola. I like the rain in a non-sentimental way. I love roasting marshmallows but I hate eating them. I swear too much. I almost always have my camera on hand. I am notorious for having irrational thoughts. My favorite flower ISN’T a rose, it’s a lily. I chew on guitar picks, but never played guitar. I can’t help but play with Glow sticks until they snap in half and stain my clothes. I enjoy murdering my brain cells with permanent marker and pine sol. Roller coasters make me lethargic. My favorite animal is a chinchilla. I’m a masochist by nature and never learned when to shut up. I adore Whip cream. In my head I’m always defending both sides of an argument. Comfort is love but love is painful and the truth is the truth is the truth; I don’t know where I stand. Somehow, I doubt I’ll ever go down in history or be remembered for the things that make me who I am. I haven’t decided whether or not I’m okay with that yet. I dont get hangovers.ever. I thrive off of heartache. I love coffee...in fact, i once tried to overdose on it...oh man, what a way to die...Death by coffee...tim hortons is my second home.i smoke,constantly. I contradict myself on a daily basis. I like cats, chinchilla's, ducks and coffee. I found the meaning of life in a hubbabubba comic strip...
My sisters, my partners in crime and my very best friends:
Sam
Milena
Katie
Ariane
things to live for:
Kraft dinner and marshmallows over a fire (with matt dim Sam Katie Milena and Alexa). Bubble baths with friends. Sitting on Alexa's counter talking at two am. Coffee as a gift every birthday or Christmas. Blue face masks. Good hair days. Buffy and Sabrina the teenage witch re-runs. Rainy days. Scrap booking with Sam. thunder storms and power failures at Tim Horton’s. Our spot at the lake. Camping out at Angies. Because people don’t change, they adapt. Happiness is relative, everything is. Different socks for different feet, no two things are the same. Cat eye makeup. Gentleman prefer pink. Katie and Sam are chefs. Eating with chopsticks. 'Oreos'. Midnight bowling. Midnight margaritas. Itching about Barbie. Midnight strolls. Fishnet underwear. Leopard print. Ability to feel. The headache box. Morning songs. Aged books. Kissing strangers. Sex on the beach. Short skirts. Because coffee will forever make me think of my nanny. Because someone changed my life in five minutes and told me to do the same. Deep conversations. Chewing caps. Drunk buddies. Sleeping in. Lava lamps. Skiving classes. Popcorn fights. Coke in a bottle. Claddagh rings. The beads on my door. Take out. Books. Placebo. Candy. Paintball. Permanent marker. My camera. Icons. Quotes. Lipstick. Collages. Men’s shirts. 90's style. Pink, blue and purple hair. Hugs. Fluffy pens. Karma chameleon makes me cry. Bitch fights and bitch slaps. Making vids. Funny quips. Snow days. Green eyes. Scrunchies. Silly string. Movies with subtitles. Halls. Post-its. Key chains. Self contradiction. Sitting in odd positions. Parties!. Swimming in Angies lake. Pillow fights in the mall with ash. Paddleboat with Sam. Hot guys in sandbanks with lexy. Summer of grade six(alcohol, sextalk and allnighters) with Katie. Drawing on fogged windows. Candles. The ice storm. Catharsis. The language of flowers. Biting on lips (not necessarily my own). Nicknames. Half smiles. Straddling chairs. Secrets under the willow tree at the graveyard. Blood pacts. Warm sunrays on your bed in the morning. debating. Sam and Katie’s imitations. The sky. Eyes of any shade. Strange people. Romeo and Juliet in every sense. The ocean. Inside jokes. Because humans need each other. Curly hair may not always be nice, but its different. Even if I don’t really care about your day, at least it’ll make you happy. Live because someone else died to make room. Because the future is hope, and there is no future in death. Because everything I know about love I learned from a paperback. Message in a bottle. I always wanted to write a book. The northern lights. Dancing in the rain. To sleep under stars with someone who can talk to me. Baking cookies with a guy is the funniest thing there is. Doing yoga with a friend and laugh at all the ways we didn’t know we could bend. Knit something, anything, and give it to someone in winter. I want to give an animal a home, because I would want one. I still have to go on that road trip we have planned with no particular destination. I want to sing loudly in the shower…with my boyfriend. Because my house will have a library, even if I live in an apartment. Brawls. My own strange holiday. You have to most fun when you look stupid to someone else. Strip poker is something you laugh about during your math exams and talk about in hushed tones. Catching a snowflake on your tongue is harder than it sounds. Because having conversations with strangers is often more insightful than having them with your friends. Because I haven’t had my heart broken to heal it with ice cream. Halloween costumes. The stars on my ceilings. Agendas. Swing dancing with drunk guys. Notes from friends in between classes. Shakespeare.
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(my very few reviewers):
Aphonic, SerialXLain, Hotkitty( who is an amazing writer, check out her stuff), Deeply-N-Love, Vivian Rose Pierce, lostoyannaya, Twisted Harmony, shaddowcat, dropofjewpiter, Not Quite Dry Eyed, vcs, pink dandy lion, phthalo blue, Taltush/MeiMei, ciannah, Chaotic Sereniti ...
Especially Ruth Anne Boothe and kp-828, you guys actually put me in your favorites, something I never expected, and made me so happy.
Thank you all soooo much, you guys have no idea how one review can make me feel.
my favorite stories on fiction press are:
-Catharis by Hotkitty
-Firebird by JC Jaquez
-The Natural Born by Hate to Hope
The others are in my faves, but these three just stood out...
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