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Post by ivy westerveldt on Jan 24, 2011 21:59:11 GMT -7
lexa, rosie, visitor.
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FULL NAME ivy emelia westerveldt.
NICKNAMES v, ives.
CURRENT AGE twenty-two.
DATE OF BIRTH november 11, 1988.
HOMETOWN london, england.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS in a relationship.
MOTHER natalie westerveldt (née rhodes), fifty-one, housewife.
FATHER phillip westerveldt, fifty-five, stockbroker.
SIBLINGS flora amerie westerveldt, twenty-two.
CHILDREN n/a.
PETS n/a.
REASON FOR BEING IN NEW YORK i have a perfectly good condo here that wasn't getting used. obviously this was necessary.
BEST KEPT SECRETS
1. i suffer from narcissistic personality disorder.
2. i am a sociopath.
3. some separation anxiety disorder too.
4. i'm schizophrenic.
5. but really i just wish i was those things things so i pretend i fit the criteria.
GROCERY LIST
1. edamame.
2. swiss chocolate.
3. cliff bars.
4. tequila.
5. more edamame.
MOST RECENT PURCHASES
1. edamame.
2. bathing suits.
3. sominex.
4. gucci sunglasses.
5. hydroxycut.
INTERVIEW
"i've known my daughter for her whole life. i've seen her ups and her downs. i've seen her change in character, attitude, and spirit. if there's anything i know for sure, it's that she doesn't resent people, with the exception of my wife. it stems from the faith that she has in people. she believes so much in the good of people, and the fact that there's no such thing is a bad person, only bad decisions. through this i've seen her heart break. i've come to conclude that the only thing that could ever break her heart is a let down. when she believes in someone, it almost becomes her. when i had relapsed, one of the hundred times at least, ivy always believed in me. it was heartbreaking for me to see so much of her defined by my well being. but that's who she is. i don't think she realizes her own extent when it comes to my sobriety. sometimes that's what everyone needs. that person who will constantly be on their side, and love them so unconditionally. this trait is the one that i've always loved about her, but it's worrying me too. she brought her newest boyfriend over, tomas. i saw so much of myself in him it made me sweat. the way she was looking at him and raving about him was a father's worst nightmare. i know of his past, as i know of anyone's past my daughter's date. i have my ways. and i'm probably not one to say he's no good for her, but i can't help it. i think he's a great kid, but i worry about history repeating itself. i worry that this is something she's never going to let go until it's alright."
phillip westerveldt, fifty-five.
"hah, i wouldn't go as far as calling ivy my best friend. friend? definitely, but best friend no way. we go out together a lot, there's a group of us girls but ivy's kind of the aloof one that's just there. she's a ton of fun to go out with when her boyfriends not there, but she always hits that stage where she just wants to have him pick her up which can be a bit of a kill joy. to be honest i don't even really know her that well, my good friend went to high school with her so i only know what i've heard."
sandy jones, twenty.
"i’ve known ivy for practically my entire life. my mum has told me about the days when we used to bathe together with the most innocent of intentions. however, the most vivid memory i have was from when we were much older. we attended the same primary school and as an end of the year treat, we went on a boat ride on the thames. you know, get to see big ben and the tower. anyway, ivy was being as foolish as she ever was, trying to be like the titanic. you know, the “king of the word” garbage. i could swear on my life that she was going to slip and fall into the river. before i knew it, the fucking hero that i was had to say something, more like scream that she get away from the edge. she was not grateful at all and laughed in my face for ages for that. she never did, and still never lets me forget that brief surge of testosterone. since that instant that sort of forged us to be in each other’s lives whether we wanted it or not, we spent nearly twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week together. well, more like i spent all of my time locked in her bedroom with her. only to emerge when my mum was home. she always hero worshipped my mum, looking through her closets and what not. i think in the beginning ivy tried to use me to make her mum upset, because i remember this one time that she insisted we stay at her house when my parents were not even home. it didn’t really work though because i wasn’t able to tell who had a bigger smile on her face every time i showed up on their front door step, her or her mum. ivy always got what she wanted, and she still does. she does that pout thing with her lips and it drives me fucking crazy."
travis armstrong, twenty-two.
"in my twenty years of teaching i have never had a student like ivy westerveldt. sure there are the catty girls, who won't stop talking when they're told, or the girls who cheat, even the girls that are both, but ivy was unlike any of them. she longed for attention with every action she took, to the point where it was almost sad. i can recall her usual routine like it was just yesterday. prancing in twenty minutes late, skirt hiked up just enough to cover her lady areas, texting right through the door, greeting her friends with kisses in the middle of lessons. it was dreadful! i had her mother in my office several times before i had to bring it to the headmaster, not even he could knock sense into her. in the end she ended up passing, but this was not my decision. i can promise it was solely due to the westerveldt funds to the school."
ms. appleby, sixty.
"ivy's a character, for sure. you think you've got her figured out and everything, but the truth of it is that no matter what you do, there's always something you've yet to figure out. that's how it was for me. when we started dating, i thought she was a typical chelsea girl. you know the type. well-groomed, gorgeous, practically sleeping in money - everything you would expect. but she's not just that. she's a wonder and i don't say that lightly. she's got a helluva lot of patience and half the time, i don't know where it comes from, but i'm appreciative of it. she can be quite offensive though, with the things she does. sometimes, i just want to wring her neck, but i love her anyway. but she's grown up a bit since the beginning. she knows what she does to me, what her and my so-called friends do to me, and all of that. she's not as stupid as she may seem. i know that pout of hers may come across as innocent and angelic but it's not so innocuous. she's a force to be reckoned with, i suppose. that's the best way to describe her. you can't go through life knowing her and not have it impact you in some way, however insignificant or monumental.
tomas martin, twenty-three.
"oh my goddddd. last night was a fucking riot. we had started night off with just a chill girls night. but knowing us, we knew that was not what the night actually had in store for us. pixie, louisa, phillipa, joan and i were all bored as fuck. it was so weird to see a text from ivy. she hadn't called us in months, literally! some new boyfriend occupying her time. but she was single, so she phoned us up. i don't really give a fuck. i know it bothers pixie because of how close they used to be, but if the girl wants her boyfriend as her life, that's on her. so whatever, she came over. and after too many bottles of wine we decided to board a flight to paris. you should have seen louisa calling her whole entire phone book begging for any money they could spare for her ticket. but after awhile, she found her way, as she always does. and to paris we went! i hip checked a girl straight off of the speaker, got kicked out, thought i was being escorted to the VIP area, and really i was just tossed right out the back door. so finally my so called friends realized i was no longer there, and went on a hunt for me. i was sitting in back, minding my own business. pixie, phillipa, and joan came out. i asked where louisa and ivy were and they said how they'd gone at it inside. ivy was nowhere to be found.. until she was found in the back of the club with the same guy who wouldn't stop buying her drinks. like we get it, you were drunk. but come on ives, you just ended your relationship, why the fuck are you so set on getting right back into another."
sandra lynch, twenty.
PERSONAL
but really, i am...
whatever i tell myself i am. i'm something of a self-fulfilling prophet. whatever i want to be, i become. so fucking cool, right?
and i live by...
"he was too deep for his own good
, he was the kind of person that nobody understood
. i said i love you more than you love me;
but i meant something entirely ugly
. one year it rained on christmas
he said lets just pretend we’re in heaven. "
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