alexandar, bristol leigh-anne

[bristol alexandar.]

bristol leigh-anne alexandar.

name , bristol leigh-anne alexandar.
nicknames , bri, b.
i grew up in , los angeles and new york.
my birthday is , september twenty second.
and that makes me , twenty.
my relationship status , i have a slobbering love affair with my school work, it's awful.

mother , rebecca alexandar-araya (née lee), designer.
father , travis alexandar, he has this shipping/trade/import company that only becomes more confusing the longer i work for him.
siblings , blaine scott-tyler alxandar, twenty.
other important family , cristian araya, model, step-father

my first kiss , was when i was in middle scool, it was a seven minutes of heaven thing and i let him kiss me once for like, two seconds.
my first time ,
last person in my bed , me and three hours worht or organic chemistry lab, i fell asleep halfway through.
the last person i said i love you to was , whoever i was on the phone with last? probably lia or my brother.
love is , rare? i don't know, it's like. movies act like it happens all the time, like the person you sit next to in your philo class you've looked at once is secretely in love with you and one day you are going to realize it and in no time you're going to be madly in love with him too and getting married and having babies. when it's really, you marry your college sweetheart, she cheats on you with someone a few years older then your kids and blaming you for the collapse of the marriage. clearly, i don't have to rosiest picture. whatever.

my biggest fear is , i'm still afraid of the dark, laugh, i don't care. i've had this weird fear of drowning that just cropped up when i was a freshman, and i'm kind of scared of my step-dad.
my most embarassing moment was , my mom was trying to make me more graceful so she sticks me in a ballet class when we still lived in LA, and like. they put me to the back cus i sucked, but i still managed to trip and take out like three girls with me and it was just awful. i wanted to cry.
the last rumour that went around about me was ,
my biggest insecurity , my clmsiness? does that count? tor my back, i have this ridiculous ugly scar on my back from falling into and breaking this vase thing when i was fifteen.
my biggest secret , the whole fiasco with my step-father is something i don't share. there are only a very few people who know. i have a scar on my back from it, but i keep it pretty hidden most of the time, if people do see it and ask i give them an asnwer somehwere along the lines "am i really suppossed to remember where i've acquired all my scars?"

if you could be anyone for one day who would it be ? my mom, strangely enough, you know apart from the whole being married to cristian thing. i want to know what goes on in her head.
who would you want to play you in a movie ? audrey hepburn! she's phenomonal.
where do you see yourself in five years ? designing and doing it better then my mom.
you're stuck on a deserted island and you're allowed to bring one person, one book and one other random object - name 'em . my brudder, pride & prejudice and... my ipod.


tell me your story . i grew up in los angeles for the most part, my brother and i moved to new york city when we were nine. my parents had gotten a divorce and as my mother told us my dad had been cheating on her, so obviously i want to go be with here. she got married to mine and blaine's step-dad in like... three months and it probably should've been a hint things weren't right? you know, but at nine who wants to think their mother is going to lie to them about somthing like that? anyways, new york was... an experience. i love the city, don't get me wrong, i got into a little too much trouble while i was there, but, what do you do? anyways, i was like. fifteen? when i found out my mother had been lying, i threw a huge fit, in front of the in-laws and everything, it didn't help i'd had a little more then a lot of wine with dinner. cristian's parents left but he was pissed as hell, he came at me, he hit me and it really wasn't that bad but there was enough force behidn it it knocked me back into this pot thing my mom had some partially dead plant in and it cut the shit out of my back, we went to the ER, got it all fixed up and later that night i left. i got a plane ticket, and flew out here to be with my dad, shoed up on his door step about eight the next morning sobbing, with two purses stuffed with clothes. i wasn't happy when i first got there, my brother was still in new york, as he was for five months - worst five months of my life, in case you were wondering. my dad and i patched things up fairly easily, i got enrolled in school a few days later, my mom was pissed as hell but i refused to go back. i don't speak to her much even now, my dad was really good about maing us go see her every other holiday, three weeks in the summer, no matter how much of a fit i pitched and i'm pretty good with fits. since i turned eighteen i talk to my mom as little as possible. when i am in new york i run into her every now and again but the fashion world is small, it'd be harder not to. i'm in university right now, double majoring in fashion design and english lit., and i took a job as an office assitant at my dad's company, which keeps me fairly busy but... if the designing doesn't work out i still need some kind of resume, you know?
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