Status: Anyonee feel like talking? :)
Joined: July 13, 2009
Last Seen: 8 years
Birthday: January 5
user id: 82723
Gender: F

Hi, I'm Luigi ;D

Hi, I'm Janet. See that link up there? That's my photography page. 
If you'd go visit/like/share/just look at it, it'd make my entire life.    <3
About me-----> I'm all about photography. MY STORY:
My parents didn't believe  in me at first... that photography was just some hobby like karate, track, swimming, soccer.... well they had a point. But that point was proved wrong; I've been doing photography since I was thirteen. I shot an entire wedding (and everything else) with a finepix camera (a point&shoot) which, sucked.  Later on, I got a job, and bought a real professional camera, a beautiful Nikon D5000, (which was a crap ton of money and took forever, but I did it, ALL BY MYSELF AND I'M PROUD) and thats where it all began.  Now? Well, my parents rant and rave about how amazing I am (it's so nice to be able to say I TOLD YOU SO) My family? I do everyone's weddings. My cousin told me my pictures from his wedding were better then the paid photographers. :) My friends? Guess whos doing all of their senior pictures, and getting paid for it? THIS GIRL!
When nobody else believes in you, you have to believe in you, and  just go for it. 


Quotes by x0x_jay_x0x

I think the best advice I can give, is to just keep going...
I know things get tough,but then so do you.

[Guess I'm back for good guys!]

This is my photography page! :) I'd appreciate you checking it out :D

You wanna bully someone? Bully me.

I'll laugh right in your face. I couldn't care less what you think of me. I'm a senior in high school, my future is gonna be brighter than you can even imagine,and 
there's not a SINGLE thing you could say to me over the internet could ever change that :) Tell me to kill myself? I'll laugh at your ignorance. I don't care, point blank.
I wish more people understood; you're in control.
They can only make you feel like crap if you let them!


The best advice I can give you  
Don't let anyone, and I mean ANYONE, make you feel like you're any less than them.         
Hear me out: Why listen to other opinions? Your opinion is the only one that matters
You're amazing the way you are, don't you ever forget that.

Those kids at school that tell you other wise? Take it from a senior(2014), it gets easier and
guess what? Those kids that bring you down, and make fun of you? Yeah, they litterally     


Y e s   w e   b r o k e   u p,
Yes it hurt, yes it sucked.
But most importantly,

If you can't help me up    
When I fall, you'll be left in the dark when I shine.


Picking Up The Pieces
Part One

Comercial. I took my hand out of the bag of chips and wiped it on my jeans, reaching over, I grabbed my phone, two missed calls. Lacey. I hit talk,
"Babe! I'm on my way to get you, I need you to do my make up and help me find something to wear!"
"Why, where are you going?"
"We. WE are going to Cadillac Ranch!" she happily burst. I sighed,
"Lace, I don't wanna go...I have-" Spongebob came back on, she laughed.
"Plans?" she joked, "because you know, staying at home and watching Spongebob on a Friday night is the coolest thing ever. It's not like they play the same ones everyday." she snickered.
"Cause lying to your mom about seeing a movie, then us sneaking to the bar so you can get wasted and make out with Cameron is JUST the absolute best way to spend my Friday night?" She couldn't see it, but I was smirking.
"Oh come on Lynds, that only happened once and you know it. It'll be fun, Cameron and his friends are gonna be there, and his friends are pretty cute.... If me and him weren't dating I'd-" She pauses momentarilly to curse at a car that just cut her off, "Learn how to drive a**hole!" she huffs, I giggle. "I'd probably be dating one of them," she finishes calm as ever. I don't reply, just draw the curtains back when I hear two short, impaient honks. She's here. I change into new skinny jeans and a lose top. Two more beeps. I grabbed my heels, cellphone, and purse and walked to the little darkblue BMW at the end of my drive way. She beeped again and flashed me a smile, just to be cute.
"Hurry up, I gotta go put gas in it." She mumbled on something about her mom, but I wasn't listening; what was I doing? Just gazing out the window like I normally do. Yeah, we're best friends. She turned on the radio to some main stream pop song, I remember listening to this same song when her and Cole broke up. Back when we still were best friends, when we weren't sneaking out to the bar to see some guy who was crazy about her, before she started drinking, before being her best friend was a job.
"Lynds! What heck are you looking at?!"
"Nothing! Jeeze, what do you want?" I quipped.
"We're here doofus." I laughed a little, got out of the car, and walking up her cobble stone steps, I looked up at her in front of me. I thought of everything I wanted to say to her, but I just couldn't find the words to tell her. I couldn't even talk to her, and she's my best friend. What did we become? I jumped, lost in thoughts, she hit me with a pillow.
"Lyndsay, we have like half an hour before Cam starts, so come on let's go make ourselves beautiful!"
"I'll get the paper bags." She giggled.
"Oh hush!" There's my best friend. That's the real Lacey.


Teaser:Her first time was wrapped in a dirty blanket on the floor with this jerk who only wanted one
 thing........and yeah, he got it.


Picking Up The Pieces

~If she melted, you'd see blonde hair-dye, some bleach for highlights, and a pair of tight, ripped up Hollister jeans. A white, low cut Abercrombie V-neck shirt, a tank that gets pulled down every so often, and under all of that, white Victoria's Secret bombshell bra. With two cup sizes of help, she's barely at a C, but whatever. All of it together in a puddle of white --well not so much white because she's never seen a tanning salon she didn't like-- but a tan-peachy colored puddle. You'd see the blue tinted contacts floating, liquid foundation, powder foundation, cover up, more foundation, and the rest of the make up she piled on this morning. You'd see a brand new texting phone, kinda beat up from her dropping it so much, loaded with pictures of herself, and it'd be safe to bet your butt that before she melted, she was begging her mom to get her tickets to go see a band she's never even heard of, but her friends have, so she's going. Her mom's BMW car keys jinggling in her hand, probably on her way to get me. If you met her, you'd fall for that fake personality she's been working so hard on perfecting, in fact, she's such a good actress, you wouldn't even know that it's fake. Such a good actress, you'd think she wasn't a straight up.... you know. You'd only know if you knew her. I know her....well I knew her. She looks in the mirror and loves what she sees; I look at her and don't recognize what I see. I see cold, hard, cheap, plastic. Oh but that's just my opinion, she certianly has her fans. She has a boyfriend sometimes, but he doesn't know that. She's constantly on the look out for cute guys to flirt with. She's been changing so much, she doesn't even realize she's leaving me behind. Even after all the plans we made; we were ready; to graduate, go to collage, and be on our own. To smoke, drink, and party; to get a job, get a house, and just live. We already had everything all figured out, and I mean come on; what was gonna stop us? We were f**king idiots. We had potential, all of us; so much damn potential, but we threw it all away when the murder happened. It was like a dream, like it didn't even happen. Reality hit us too hard, we weren't invincable anymore. You know that saying, "There's three sides to every story?" Well there is. This side, that side, and the truth, and this, is my side.~