O'RILEY, juniper yvette

[juniper yvette o'riley]

F U L L N A M E ,
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Juniper Yvette O'Riley. Yes, I know it's quite the moutfull. I'm Irish and Polish so I was named Juniper after the tree that my Dad proposed to my mom under over in Central Park, and Yvette (Which is Lweta in Polish, in case you were wondering) after my mother's mother. And O'Riley is pretty self-explanatory.

N I C K N A M E S,
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J, June, Junebug, Buggy, and J-Boogie.

A G E ,
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I'm twenty-years old and I was born on January 11th.

G E N D E R ,
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Seriously? I'm a girl, dumbass!

S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N ,
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I'm into animals. Just kidding, I'm a heterosexual. I bet I scared you with the animals remark, right? Ha ha, sorry about that. I have a warped sense of humor.

T O W N I E / F A C U L T Y / S T U D E N T ,
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I'm a student.

R E S I D E N T I A L C O L L E G E ,
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Berkley all the way!

J O B ,
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I'm currently a waitress at The Palace. You know, the Chinese joint? That's where I work..

Y E A R ,
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Sophomore. Woot! Woot!

H O M E T O W N ,
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New York City, baby!

L I K E S ,
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-Cotton candy
-Writing
-Dirty jokes
-"That's what she said" jokes
-T-shirts with funny sayings on them
-Comic books
-Comedies
-Root beer
-Football
-The beach
-Stephen King novels
-Andy Warhol
-Photography
-Mexican food
-Popcorn
-The New York Giants
-Rock and Roll
-Led Zeppelin
-The Doors
-The Rolling Stones
-Puppies
-Ferrets
-Platypodes (That's the plural form of platypus, by the way)

D I S L I K E S ,
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-Italian food
-Jane Austen books
-Pablo Picasso
-Golf
-Soccer
-Country music
-Rap
-Heights
-Sheep
-Sex (I mean I like it but it makes things so awkward!)
-Traffic
-Sexist pigs
-Pretzels
-The dumb blonde stereotype
-The color grey
-Uniforms
-Jane Eyre

S E C R E T S ,
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Ugh. I hate sharing secrets. That just defeats the whole purpose of a secret! But, if you insist, I suppose I'll just come right out and tell you. I'm an insomniac. I know that doesn't sound like such a big deal but to me, it is. I don't sleep and I often find myself just wandering around at night just doing whatever I feel like doing. Insomnia sucks but at least it gives me inspiration for my writing, so I guess it's not all that bad. Just don't tell my parents! I don't want to freak them out. You wnat another secret? Fine. I sort of had a thing going on with an older man for a while when I was eighteen. He was thrity. I loved him, I really did but things just weren't working out. I like to keep that one to myself because I don't wnat to get a bad rep. Plus, he was my therapist so, yeah....don't tell anyone. Please?

F E A R S ,
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I'm afraid of going into a coma. I don't like the idea of being concious and fully aware of my situation but not being able to do anything about it. Although, I guess that's more of a fear of being paralyzed then of being in a coma, right? I don't know. All I know is that I'm afraid of being concious and aware that I'm alive but not being able to move or speak or get help. I don't know why but it freaks me out. Another fear of mine as odd as it sounds is sheep. I don't like sheep. It all started when I visited family in Ireland three years ago and we passed by a shepard and his sheep. I thought they were cute so I went to pet one but he got angry and chased after me. Everyone thought it was so funny but it freaked me out and ever since I don't like sheep. Another fear of mine is that I won't be able to make anything of myself and I'll be a total failure in life. I'm not a perfectionist or anything, I just don't want to be a part of the crowd. I want to be able to stand out in life and be remembered after I'm gone, you know?

G O A L S ,
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I would love to be a famous author one day and I've been taking a lot of writing courses to help me with that. I would love to be the next Stephen King or Jeffery Lindsay! I love that whole dark humor he has going on in his "Dexter" series. Another goal of mine is to be able to look back on my life and be proud of myself and to be able to say I've lived a full life. I like to live in the moment. I believe the latin term for that is "Carpe diem"? You know "Seize the day"? Yeah, that's my philosophy.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S ,
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-Quirky
-Witty
-Opinionated
-Loud (to the point of being obnoxious)
-Impulsive
-Dorky
-Naive
-Childish
-Curious
-Headstrong
-Bubbly
-Spacey (As in I'm always zoning out and off in my own little world!)
-Intelligent
-Street smart
-Stubborn

F A M I L Y ,
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I'm an only child. My parents were both only childs and most of my grandparents are dead. I used to live with my parents and my only grandma. My dad is Liam Henry O'Riley from Dublin, Ireland. He's 49 and works as a lawyer. My mother is Angelika Dorota Paczkowski. She was born in the United States but her family was from Warsaw. She's 48 and an anchorwoman for CNN. My grandmother is Lweta Marie Paczkowski of Warsaw, Poland. She was a housewife her whole life. She never really wanted a job. She wanted to stay home and raise her family. So, yeah, that's pretty much my family in a nutshell. Am I close to them? Yes, very. My family means a lot to me and I honestly don't know what I'd do without them.

B E H I N D T H E F A C E ,
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oh hello. my name's KATIE and i've been role-playing for FIVE years. JUNIPER looks a lot like KRISTEN BELL and is THE ONLY character i play, and i found this site through AN AD.

R P E X A M P L E ,
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[Ewan Cotton let out a small sigh and rested his elbows on the counter of the Ten Over Six Tea House. It was a pretty slow day so far and the store only had a few customers. It was only the regulars today which didn't suprise him very much. The springtime wasn't the busiest time of year for the place. At least not since that smoothie place came to town. Although, if you were to ask him, he'd say that the Ten Over Six's smoothies were much better which they were but people would prefer to buy their smoothies from an actual smoothie shop instead a tea parlor.

He let out another sigh and straightened up. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his pocketwatch and flipped it open. It was only three o'clock. He still had another couple of hours until his shift was over. "Ugh." he groaned to nobody in particular. He slipped the watch back into his pocket and walked out from behind the counter with a towel in hand. A customer had just left and they had left their table a mess which meant that Ewan had to clean it up. Not that he minded, it gave him something to do besides sitting in the back and staring into space, waiting for more customers to arrive.

He reached the table and swore under his breath. He forgot the Windex. He let out another sigh and rolled his baby blues. He was always so forgetful! He reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle of Windex that was kept in a cabinet for easy acsess. He walked back over to the dirty table and sprayed it with Windex, wrinkling his nose in the process. He hated the smell of Windex it was nasty and bitter almost. He wiped the table down with his little towel and then made his way back over to the counter where he rested his elbows once more. "W-well, I guess it's b-back to square one..." he said to nobody in particular. He would've started to observe the customers which was what he always did when he was bored at work but there was nobody really interesting today. Just stuffy businessmen.

He began to fiddle with his bowtie. He hated the thing. He thought it was stupid and constricting. It was big and black and obnoxious looking. But it was much better then the awful big floppy "Mad Hatter" hats that his manager had originally wanted them all to wear. He shuddered at the thought of having to wear one of those stupid hats. That would've been scary. He heard the tinkle of a bell and realized that he had another customer. He straightened up and said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster "Welcome to the T-ten Over Six T-tea Houe. H-how may I help you?" just like he had rehearsed at his orientation. After awhile the line got old and now he had to pretend to be happy to serve people their drinks and all of that fake smiling made his cheeks hurt.

[robyn]