Post by tabitha neale on Nov 5, 2009 0:29:15 GMT
[/font]TABITHA RACHEL NEALE .
TWENTY . MORTAL . CASSIBOD - - - [/right]
‘I cannot even begin to tell you how god damn good it feels to be even this close to the world famous sin city. Being in Vegas is pretty much just going to change my life, I can feel it already, like a tingle underneath my skin. It‘s like my whole life has just been waiting for this moment. For me to get here and find that I‘m home. Okay, so I might sound a bit over dramatic but if you‘d had my upbringing, you wouldn‘t be able to say you‘d act differently. I mean, growing up in such a strict religious environment? Nothing healthy or sane is going to come from it, trust me. I mean, you only need to look at me and my sisters to see the evidence. My mom was one of those hardcore religious nuts. The ones that wake you up for 5am mass and have picked out your confirmation dress before you‘re even old enough to talk. The sort of God fearing retards this great nation of ours really doesn‘t need.
Anyway, my older and younger sisters just kinda went along with her. There wasn‘t really else to do really. I mean, even I was a good little catholic girl until I discovered the life outside the church. But hell, what a life it‘s been since then. I‘m pretty much the black sheep of the family. I‘m pretty sure if it weren‘t against her moral code she‘d have cut me out of her life from the day I turned thirteen and discovered the wonders of make up and boys, but then she‘d not cold enough to do that. Instead I just get the lectures, sly comments and dirty looks whenever I am forced to return home. Then again, it‘s not that often I feel like I am needed there so the older I‘ve grown the less I‘ve had to deal with all that shit. It‘s too much really for one girl to handle. My philosophy? Why fuck around worrying about stuff like your family when there is a whole world of experiences and people waiting out there for you? I mean who says the people that raised you are your real family anyway? Whose to say I couldn‘t pick a better one if I tried myself?
That was kind of why I shocked everyone and aimed for Brown. I mean, everyone kind of just assumed when I went of the God fearing rails a little that I would be a stoner or a drop out or something, but what use is that? Then I‘d just be stuck in that little town with no way out. Nope, that was never really an option. However, getting out of there and going to a school, a good school, where I could meet people with open minds and an actual desire to do something or be somebody? Yeah, that is where I wanted to pick my family. And I was doing pretty well at it as well really, well that was until a couple of months ago. See, in my first year I was pretty much the poster child for a socialist, liberal student. I protested for anything that I felt was a just cause and made sure people were aware of my feelings on any matter. So that was all fine and dandy until I had this little mouse of a girl come into my dorm in the first week and say she‘s going to be my roommate.
Obviously, straight away I could see the signs. She was the Tabs that hadn‘t been able to break out of her good Christian girl shell, and I took it upon myself to educate her in the ways of the world. It only seemed fair. After all, I knew how awesome and liberating that was and who was I to deny that from her? Anyway, after some initial issues around her ‘Fellowship‘ upbringing (don‘t even get me started on those jokers!) we hit it off and I was able to show and share so much with her. It was like having a sister who actually liked me for once and didn‘t secretly call me Delilah behind my back. That was until, during her travels around this world of ours (something I would have died to join her on if I could have raised the funds) she got dragged back home and I guess that‘s kind of what dragged me here too. She‘s like my soul sister and I have to break her out of it‘s the last thing I do. No word of a lie. Plus, if I get to sample some of the delights of my spiritual home whilst I‘m here, I see no harm in that! Anyway, I better go. Later, biatch!’
[/blockquote][/blockquotE]Anyway, my older and younger sisters just kinda went along with her. There wasn‘t really else to do really. I mean, even I was a good little catholic girl until I discovered the life outside the church. But hell, what a life it‘s been since then. I‘m pretty much the black sheep of the family. I‘m pretty sure if it weren‘t against her moral code she‘d have cut me out of her life from the day I turned thirteen and discovered the wonders of make up and boys, but then she‘d not cold enough to do that. Instead I just get the lectures, sly comments and dirty looks whenever I am forced to return home. Then again, it‘s not that often I feel like I am needed there so the older I‘ve grown the less I‘ve had to deal with all that shit. It‘s too much really for one girl to handle. My philosophy? Why fuck around worrying about stuff like your family when there is a whole world of experiences and people waiting out there for you? I mean who says the people that raised you are your real family anyway? Whose to say I couldn‘t pick a better one if I tried myself?
That was kind of why I shocked everyone and aimed for Brown. I mean, everyone kind of just assumed when I went of the God fearing rails a little that I would be a stoner or a drop out or something, but what use is that? Then I‘d just be stuck in that little town with no way out. Nope, that was never really an option. However, getting out of there and going to a school, a good school, where I could meet people with open minds and an actual desire to do something or be somebody? Yeah, that is where I wanted to pick my family. And I was doing pretty well at it as well really, well that was until a couple of months ago. See, in my first year I was pretty much the poster child for a socialist, liberal student. I protested for anything that I felt was a just cause and made sure people were aware of my feelings on any matter. So that was all fine and dandy until I had this little mouse of a girl come into my dorm in the first week and say she‘s going to be my roommate.
Obviously, straight away I could see the signs. She was the Tabs that hadn‘t been able to break out of her good Christian girl shell, and I took it upon myself to educate her in the ways of the world. It only seemed fair. After all, I knew how awesome and liberating that was and who was I to deny that from her? Anyway, after some initial issues around her ‘Fellowship‘ upbringing (don‘t even get me started on those jokers!) we hit it off and I was able to show and share so much with her. It was like having a sister who actually liked me for once and didn‘t secretly call me Delilah behind my back. That was until, during her travels around this world of ours (something I would have died to join her on if I could have raised the funds) she got dragged back home and I guess that‘s kind of what dragged me here too. She‘s like my soul sister and I have to break her out of it‘s the last thing I do. No word of a lie. Plus, if I get to sample some of the delights of my spiritual home whilst I‘m here, I see no harm in that! Anyway, I better go. Later, biatch!’