Post by ZARYN KATE OLIVER on Mar 1, 2011 21:51:28 GMT -8
ZARYNKATEOLIVER
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T H E W A L L S W E C R A S H E D T H R O U G H
H O W T H E K I N G D O M
L I G H T S S H I N E D J U S T F O R M E & Y O U
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-- FULL NAME; Zaryn Kate Oliver
-- NICKNAMES; Pronounce it ZARE-in; Zee; Z-Ollie; that country singer with the curly blonde hair
-- AGE; Nineteen
-- BIRTHDAY; February 11, 1992
-- HOMETOWN; Nashville, Tennessee
-- NATIONALITY; American
-- SEXUALITY; Heterosexual / straight
-- MEMBER GROUP; Celeb (singer/songwriter)
-- PLAYBY; Taylor Swift
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-- LIKES; Music, singing, her guitar, her piano, looking good, singing and songwriting, playing pretend, getting revenge, the fact that people can be somewhat afraid of her, surprising people, and making her own decisions
-- DISLIKES; Her mother, haters, bad album sales, people who think they know her, being told what to do, being misjudged, losing things, and bitches
-- SECRETS; The fact that her mom hates her; whenever the press catches up to her and wants to talk to her for the sole reason that she's Zaryn freaking Oliver's mom, she acts like she loves what Zee does, but when it's just us, she's always telling her daughter how she never wanted her. The public also seems to just assume that Zaryn's dad died or something, but really, she never knew him. She calls him "Navy Blue Sheets" sometimes, 'cause that's all the info she has on him
-- FEARS; Not being famous anymore, like any celebrity; and spiders
-- HABITS; Can be a little bit OCD with cleaning (she can't seem to stop herself from tidying up other peoples things), and writing songs saying what she wanted to say to someone in person
-- GOALS; Technically, her goal has already been fulfilled (getting discovered). But now she just wants to stay in the spotlight, because that's really all she has going for her
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-- FATHER; "Navy Blue Sheets," unknown
-- MOTHER; Brielle Oliver, thirty-eight, secretary
-- SIBLINGS; None
-- OTHER FAMILY; None that she knows of
-- PETS; None
-- HISTORY;
Okay, so let me just begin by saying that yes, I know that diaries are just for ten-year-old girls. Or Stefan from the Vampire Diaries; but that's allowed, 'cause he's amazingly hot. Although Damon is a little bit hotter -- okay, a lot. The point is, my mom gave me this diary and told me that instead of writing songs all the time, I should write in it. Like songwriting isn't my job or anything.
What I was thinking was, BITCH! But I didn't say a thing. I know that she hates me and my guitar and my songs. Y'all wanna know what I have to say about that? Too freaking bad! My mother can go die in a hole, for all I care.
But I decided to give it a try. This journal/diary thing is probably going to be an epic fail, not to mention a waste of paper. Because I don't currently plan on writing anything else in it after today. I really do prefer writing out what I have to say in song. I mean, "silence is golden" -- what complete and utter CRAP!
I think that if people know what they want to say and they have the chance to say it, they should. Because if they don't, they'll regret it. I regret a lot of things... like ever liking my mother. I get to this point where I could just say it all, and then I chicken out. So I vent in my music.
Until I was sixteen (which is when I got discovered on YouTube -- which was, like, the most awesome day of my life), it was just me, and my guitar, and my songs, in my room. With my evil psychotic bitch of a mother downstairs, yelling up at me to shut the hell up. Because she hates it. Well, too bad. I hate her. Maybe I wouldn't hate her so much if she didn't always yell at me, and hate everything I do, and tell me all the time that I was a mistake. She didn't even want me. I was the product of a one-night stand with some dude she doesn't even remember.
Let's see. One day in, if my math is correct, May 1992, my much-hated mother went out with her friends for a drink. Or two. Or a million. And then she got completely and totally WASTED and woke up the next morning with a wicked hangover in some apartment she'd never seen before in her life. So she ran away while the guy was still in the shower (she's a coward). She told me all she remembers is that the bed had navy blue sheets (that's why i call him Navy Blue Sheets sometimes). And that's it! That's all the info she has for me about my father.
Flash forward to February 11, 1993. Brielle Oliver is yelling at her parents that she doesn't want to keep the screaming baby in her mom's arms. At least, that's how Grandma told it to me when Mom finally broke her resolve and told me everything, and Grandma was allowed to say anything about it. Only then she died. I think Mom may have killed her for telling me the full story.
Yes, I'm unwanted. By everybody. Not just my mom. Grandma and Grandpa both died -- and I never knew my father -- and if all that's not enough, I have to have just the WORST luck with friends, boyfriends, and everything in between. That's where I get all the ammo for my songs, see. All of them are true stories. Things I really wish I could have said to each and every person. Some of them even have their names. I laugh sometimes when I think about the looks on their faces when they realize Zaryn freaking Oliver wrote a song badmouthing them. It's amusing, isn't it?
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-- NAME/ALIAS; Ryla
-- AGE; Sixteen
-- GENDER; I have girl parts
-- ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE; Less than a year
-- OTHER CHARACTERS; Thorne and Corinne
