Sour bottled baby girl with eyes the size of baby worlds

I'll give pretty much anything a chance.
So yeah..
 
Thanks in advance!

Day 07 Your best friend, in great detail--How did you meet, what attracted you to that person, what are they like, where are they from, what do you guys do together, what do they mean to you, your favorite memory with them
 
Dylan Torres—Naya Rivera
Russell Bartlett—Tobias Sorensen
Beau—French Bulldog
 
I met DYLAN in 5th grade, when my family moved out to Long Island. We hated each other—to put it lightly. She was rough and tough, which somehow made her a class favorite. I was shy and kept to myself. Being the new girl, I didn’t have any friends while she had tons. Also, the as the new girl, I was open to all tons of criticism. Dylan’s friends were the biggest culprits of my bullying, but Dylan never chimed in with them. Then one day, I had enough—yes, even as a kid I had a temper--and I teased them all back. When I finished, there was silence. Then out of nowhere, I heard clapping. Dylan was standing there laughing her ass off and clapping. She congratulated me for standing up for myself; apparently she didn’t think I had it in me. We walked home together [she lived on the next block] and after that day we were glued to each other.
Life with Dylan was pretty simple after that. We went to high school together, where we excelled in different things and added a third member to our posse. That didn’t last long. [LONG story. Dylan is still in contact with her. I saw her once downtown and crossed the street.] Anyway, Dylan and I both got scholarships to go to James Madison University. We roomed together in college, and were planning on living together here in the city after graduation. Instead, Dylan moved in with her douche boyfriend Tristan and I went back to Long Island.
Now that I live in the city, Dylan and I hang out at least once a week and chat nearly every day.
 
RUSS and I worked at Next Magazine together. He was the only straight guy there, which was fun to say the least. We flirted, we gabbed, we rolled our eyes at anything that was way too over the top for our simple, understated selves. Russ is my simpatico. Honestly, if I didn’t know any better I would swear we were the same person. He thinks exactly like I do. He’s sarcastic, easily bored and hates waiting on/for anything. Hanging out with him is one of the most effortless things that I do.
After Next Magazine went under, he relocated to New York Magazine. I was having a hard time finding a new internship, so I started waitressing. I hated it more than I could ever explain. Russ came into the diner one day, saw my misery and started pulling some strings. Somehow he managed to get me an interview at House Beautiful. Needless to say, I owe him big time.
 
BEAU was my father’s present to me after he-who-must-not-be-named broke my heart. I was completely broken, nothing made me happy. I spent every day loathing the world, and spent every night crying my eyes out. One day I came home from school and there Beau was laying on my bed with his adorable ears pointed straight up. I stared at him, confusedly. He slowly cocked his head to the side and I with that little motion, I fell in love. Beau is the only man for me.
 
Day 08 Your most treasured possession, in great detail--What is it and how does it look, who gave it to you, what does it mean to you, why does it mean this way to you
 
My most treasured possession technically isn’t even mine. It’s a legit autographed baseball, signed by Derek Jeter. When I was eight, my dad took my sister [4] and I to a baseball game. At that time I didn’t really like baseball, so the whole experience was really lost on me. My sister, however, was having a great time. She loved the cotton candy, the crowd, the game; it was all new to her and excited her greatly. I, on the other hand, was so bored that I sat their reading Judy Blume. I had just gotten to the best part of Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing when my father jumped out of his seat and starting yelling. He had just caught the ball. It was exciting, but no one was happier about it than my sister. She flipped. After the game, we went to the back gate where the players come out in the slim chance that we might see a player. It took a while but, sure enough, Derek Jeter came out. My dad got him to sign the ball, and Derek gave my sister a big kiss on the cheek. [CRUSH ALERT] Jordan loved that ball and wouldn’t let it out of her sight. However, as the years went by and music became her real love, she completely forgot about the ball. The thing is, that was around the time that when my Yankee love started. So I took the ball for my own, seeing as the original owner didn’t even remember it existed.
 
Aside from that, I guess my sea shell collection would be my most precious possession. I don’t even know why I like them so much. I have always loved beaches, something about being a summer baby I guess? I don’t know. All I know is, something about those sea shells makes me feel calm, safe and happy. For some reason, just looking at them makes me think of the summer and the beach. So no matter how land-locked I am, I always have some connection to the beach.

So this set is a really bad attempt at the amazing @wakeupfarah 's layout. I wanted it to be better, oh well..
This is a VERY belated birthday present to you, Farah because I was an ass and re-purposed your birthday set without realizing it. I'm so sorry, love! Anyway, I hope you have a great 19th year, youngin'.
 
Btw, did you know Cudi's playing the Governor's Ball?

This stuff is REALLY poorly written. @withacherryontop @wakeupfarah @nifty-nikki
 
Day 05 – Your childhood, in great detail
• Were you wealthy or lower class, how you spent your days, what you did, what you liked and disliked, how you acted, what you and your family/friends did
 
The first few years of my life were a bit rough. We lived in a cheap little apartment in Brooklyn. My father was still a lowly surgical resident, drowning in mile high student loan debt, and my mother just starting as a nurse. Eventually, she got into the nurse’s union and ended up being our family’s main bread-winner. However, my parents were working long, stressful hours, which began to wear on them. According to my dad, there were a bunch of times when he thought of just giving up his doctor dream and just getting a job that would pay real money. One particularly damning time was when we were ousted from our apartment and had to move in with my grandmother. Not being able to support us hurt my father deeply, but my mother refused to let him give up. She knew all the sacrifice would be worth it, and it was.
 
By the time I was 10, we were back on our feet and moving out to Long Island. The first house we lived in was nice. It was a small one story house with four bedrooms, nothing particularly special. However it was such a drastic change from living in my grandmother’s cramped apartment that my sister and I loved it. We would spend hours playing in the yard, riding bikes down the road, bouncing on the mini-trampolines that my fun aunt had bought us against all of my parent’s wishes. Simply put, we enjoyed our childhood every way possible. A few years later, when my father’s success kicked in, we moved into a much larger house, complete with a pool and huge backyard. Those were the good days for me and Jordan. There was no real fighting, just a bit of bickering back and forth. We would talk every day for hours on end. We would play together. We were truly friends. As we got older everything changed.
 
Our age difference might have had something to do with it. After all, we were four years a part. But I never really see that as the contributing factor. No. To me, it’s always been one simple event that broke us up: the day that tiny little eight year old stood up in our tiny church and belted out a song worthy of Aretha Franklin. After that, everything was different. Despite being the older child, I was no longer important. I was just Jordan’s talentless big sister. Suddenly, the whole world revolved around her and I’ll admit it, I was jealous. There were no more fun weekends; instead they were spent taking Jordan to this practice or that rehearsal. They were spent rushing from that recital to this showcase. It got even worse when everyone realized Jordan had a natural ability at playing instruments. I was a child forgotten, and I hated her for it. The point of no return came when Jordan began acting out in school and other respects of life, thinking that she would get away with it. Sure enough, the golden child got away with everything. In fact, /I/ was the one who would get in trouble because I apparently I was supposed to be a better role model, which was absolute bullshit. For a while, I just kept my head down and went on with my life. However, as high school and puberty reared their ugly heads. I began fighting back. I began arguing over the stupidity. I began to detest being ignored. I loathed everyone in the house and made it painfully obvious.
 
One day my dad turned on a Yankee game and sat me down to talk, but there really wasn’t much talking done. He didn’t force me to explain my bitterness. He didn’t make me talk about what was so obvious. He didn’t care. He just wanted an end to the hostility. And it worked, so much so that the fighting died down for quite some time. That’s how my Yankee love was formed. After that, things got better. They never went back to how they were, and I doubt they ever will; however, we’ve at least found a way to be able to be in the same room together. That’s progress, right?
 

Day 06 – A typical day, in great detail

• What do you do from sun up to sun down, where do you go, what time do you wake up/go to sleep, who do you see, what are you concerned about on a daily basis
 
I have a daily schedule that I probably should stick to, however I’m late for everything --and I do mean everything—so it’s rare for me to actually stick to it. However, this is typically how it goes:
7:30-- My alarm goes off, I hit snooze.
7:45-- I snooze again.
8:00-- I finally get out of bed.
8:05-8:25—I sit on the floor in front of my closet trying to figure out what to wear.
8:30—Shower & get dressed.
9:00—Figure out my method of transportation. It’s rare that I’m actually out of the house by 9, so it differs. If I’m a little late, I ride my bike. If I’m late, I take the train. If I am REALLY late, I take a cab.
9:30-9:45—I arrive at work, and proceed to dick around and chat for a while.
10:30—Check e-mails & voice mail.
11:00—My main job: manage the housebeautiful.com social medias aka twitter and pinterest.
1:00—Lunch
2:00—Run random errands and make phone calls for my immediate boss, Naomi.
2:30—More twitter/pinterest [eating and chatting the ENTIRE time.]
4:00—File assorted interviews, house tours, and photos.
4:30—Check and respond to all new e-mails.
4:45—Research, write and make calls for small bit pieces I’m allowed to do.
5:30—Get ready to leave. I usually end up lolly-gagging and talking with my co-workers for a while.
6:00—Leave work.
6:30-7:00—Return Home.
7:05—Crash into bed, get undressed, watch TV, text, tweet, etc.
8:00—Find some sort of dinner to assemble.
8:30- 11:00—Mess around until I fall asleep.

A crappy draft that is no longer relevant.
I love the dress Addison's wearing though, and doesn't she look super curvy?
Anyway.. bye guys!
I won't be on much this weekend, or I don't /think/ I will be on much this weekend.

Haven't officially decided if I'm trying out or not, but I wanted to make the collection anyway.

@wakeupfarah Happy now?
This is incredibly messy, but it will be my tryout set for the vineyard girls, once I decide the model. I am planning on making a lot of doll sets for this character, so I want to use a nasty gal model. Who of the three ladies do you prefer? [They're the cut-outs. The one in blue is TJ; The one with the black skirt is Kate; The one with the striped dress is Monika.]
Join: http://www.polyvore.com/vineyard_girls/group.show?id=141169
Thanks for your help!

This is someone's layout. I'm positive of it. I just can't remember whose at the moment. If it's yours, please tell me so I can credit you.
 
Anyway, I need a favor. Can everyone please follow hautedamn.polyvore.com? She's a great girl and she needs more contacts.

So I realized that I made everyone in the group make an intro set, but I never made one for myself so.. ta-da!
 
Name: Angelica [Angie, Gigi, Gelly.]
Age: 23 kmn.
Location: NYC
Instead of a long list of likes I'll just give a few things that I'm currently obsessed with kk?
Obsessions: Game of Thrones, Kate Harrison and her perfect sex hair, insanely bright outfits, Miley Cyrus, floral bottoms, Miroslava Duma, and big huge hats.
Dislikes: I dislike a lot of things. Sorry to be such a downer lol. The only one coming to mind right now is my distaste for doing laundry.
Favorite thing about myself: It's between my curly hair and my laugh, which is apparently infectious.
A fond memory: I remember this one day, when I was like seven, that was totally gorgeous outside. It was May, so the sun was out, the birds were chirping blah blah blah. And my mom decided it was waay too nice out to be stuck inside a school building. So she called the school, told them my brother and I were sick. Afterward, we set out on our journey. We went to El Museo del Barrio, which is like a Puerto Rican history museum. Then we had a picnic in The Park. We went window shopping for a bit. Then took the one train all the way down to the end, where we then caught the ferry. Eventually, we made our way back home and I remember being so happy. After all, I woke up that day thinking I was going to school not on an impromptu adventure.
 
Other odds and ends
-I think Jennifer Lawrence is my spirit animal.
-Donald Glover is the voice inside my head.
-I like rambling on about nothing for hours on end.
-I have the memory of a gold fish.

There's something wrong with me b/c I actually remember this song.
@wakeupfarah @nifty-nikki @withacherryontop
 
Day 4.
 
Today I ate:
-A bagel as I ran to work, late as usual.
-Some cheese doodles while I filed [orange residue everywhere, super professional.]
-Went to lunch with a co-worker, ate crab cakes and baby green salad.
-Picked up some red vines on our way back to the office.
-Nice and warm out, so I picked up ice cream on my way home. [I walked, so that balances out right?]
-There was only lettuce in my fridge, so I had salad for dinner.
 
So if you haven’t noticed, I eat like a fucking pig. It’s a problem, honestly, but I don’t care enough to change my ways just yet. I’ve been blessed with a fast metabolism but I’m sure that can’t last much longer. Eventually I’ll need to start dieting or at least I’ll need to stop eating like a football player [aka fat ass] but not today. The fact of the matter is that I’m just in love with food. It’s one of the only things my mother and I have ever bonded over, which sounds kinda sad when you think about it for too long lol. Moving on… Part of our bonding involved her teaching me how to cook, a skill that I have come to depend on quite a bit. They’re not kidding when they say life in the city is expensive! Sadly, I cannot cook as well as her, but I can cook enough to survive [e.g.- Italian and Spanish food, which is all I really eat anyway. So I’m kind of set.] Whenever I have a taste for something else, I order it or force Wednesday to cook it for me. Luckily, she’s sweet enough to actually do it as long as I buy the ingredients.
 
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This is shorter than what I wanted it to be but I'm rushing so yeah...