Post by bridgetwheaton on Jul 15, 2010 15:59:55 GMT -5
BRIDGET MARIE WHEATON
FULL NAME: bridget marie wheaton
NICKNAMES: bee, bridge
AGE: nineteen years old
PREFERENCE: bi-curious
HOMETOWN: Madison, Wisconsin
CLASS STATUS: upper
CURRENT STATUS: single, baby, single!
MEMBER GROUP: man, i love college
PLAY BY: christina ricci
FAVORITE FOOD?
anything spicy!
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
do pigs fly?
FAVORITE COLOR?
yellow
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
very much so. in a starbucks.
FAVORITE DRINK?
a well mixed one
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
five years? maybe living with a guy.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
christmas
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
my first kiss was with a girl
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
night!
NAME A FANTASY?
oh dear, you are making me blush.
Bridet rolled over. Of course, she was so drunk the night before, that she had forgotten to close her drapes, and the evil sun sprang right into her eyes. Ugh, she thought groggily. Whose idea was it to have the sun be facing my window? She pulled her sheets over her eyes and thought about the night before. Hmm. Parties, drinks, boys. Just another night out. She hoped that she hadn't lost anything, because Daddy wasn't sending another check until next week, and she wouldnt be able to replace it.
"Oh God," Bee groaned, and sat up. The room tilted sickeningly to the left and the right. She rubbed her temples, and put her head between her knees. "This fricken sucks. I'm never drinking Jager again."
She looked over to the other side of her bed, and happily saw that there was no legs sticking out of her comforter. That would have been another unneeded headache. Just the thought of trying to remember a one-night-stands name made her nauseous. She got up slowly, feet aching horribly, and stumbled to her bathroom. The asprin was sitting on her counter, like a best friend waiting to be helpful. She tucked back 3 pills with a large glass of water, and sat on the toilet. Bee could hear her Daddy's voice now.
"Bumble, you arent being smart about this partying," he would scold in a halfhearted voice. He didnt really care anyways. He was off with stepmommy number 3. Or was it four? Bee groaned. Thinking was not a good idea right now. I just need to get ready. She reasoned to herself. Just get ready for class, and it will be all good. No one needs to know that you have the worst hangover of your life.
She tried to drag herself to the shower, but just the small movements made her green.
"I cant do this anymore," she told herself out loud. "This partying has got to lighten up." Even as she told herself this, she leaned over her toilet bowl and was violently sick. She held back her own hair, and cleaned herself up, and wondered what it was like to wake up next to someone who you remembered.
"Oh God," Bee groaned, and sat up. The room tilted sickeningly to the left and the right. She rubbed her temples, and put her head between her knees. "This fricken sucks. I'm never drinking Jager again."
She looked over to the other side of her bed, and happily saw that there was no legs sticking out of her comforter. That would have been another unneeded headache. Just the thought of trying to remember a one-night-stands name made her nauseous. She got up slowly, feet aching horribly, and stumbled to her bathroom. The asprin was sitting on her counter, like a best friend waiting to be helpful. She tucked back 3 pills with a large glass of water, and sat on the toilet. Bee could hear her Daddy's voice now.
"Bumble, you arent being smart about this partying," he would scold in a halfhearted voice. He didnt really care anyways. He was off with stepmommy number 3. Or was it four? Bee groaned. Thinking was not a good idea right now. I just need to get ready. She reasoned to herself. Just get ready for class, and it will be all good. No one needs to know that you have the worst hangover of your life.
She tried to drag herself to the shower, but just the small movements made her green.
"I cant do this anymore," she told herself out loud. "This partying has got to lighten up." Even as she told herself this, she leaned over her toilet bowl and was violently sick. She held back her own hair, and cleaned herself up, and wondered what it was like to wake up next to someone who you remembered.
hey, it's kelsey! and this gal has been at it for
three years now. they are 16 years old.