st. james, ella rosemary Dec 27, 2009 3:52:00 GMT -5
Post by ella st. james on Dec 27, 2009 3:52:00 GMT -5
ella rosemary st. james
ella rosemary st. james
[/color] can’t buy me love by the beatles.
NAME , ella rosemary st. james.
AGE , twenty four years old.
EDUCATION ,“school? education? oh, you mean—the act or process of imparting or acquiring general knowledge, developing the powers of reason and judgment, and generally of preparing oneself or others intellectually for mature life? i am not entirely sure if the seven years in elementary school, including preschool and kindgergarten, the three years in middle school and the four years i spent in high school really left me with any of the aforementioned attributes, but i went to school just like everyone else. okay, so maybe i did not have the same education as everyone else since i attended a catholic all girls private school (saint theresa’s) until reaching high school (roosevelt high school), and i know private school kids tend to be a bit weird, but i think i adjusted to public school quite well. how did i like school? private school really was not terrible. i actually quite liked it. the uniforms were rather disgusting, but as i got older i found a way to bend the rules little by little. what is that old saying? give ‘em an inch and they’ll take a mile. well, i made full use of that little saying. besides, what straight man does not fantasize about a beautiful girl in a catholic schoolgirl’s uniform? yes, i just referred to myself as beautiful. public school was also fantastic. i was free to do what (and who) i wanted when i wanted. i was a cheerleader. i had the gorgeous quarterback boyfriend. life was perfect. at least i let everyone believe that life was perfect. high school was a learning experience. there is really nothing else i can say about it. and even though i was popular i would not go back. not in a million years. remember how i rattled off the definition for education earlier? and remember how i said i did not really receive a decent education? well, i suppose that is not entirely true since i spent four and a half years in college earning a degree in law from harvard law school. needless to say, my parents are absolutely thrilled. thrilled. how did i like harvard? it was a learning experience. it was difficult. there were times i wanted to give up, but i am not a quitter. it was worth it in the end and that is all that really matters.”RELATIONSHIP STATUS, married.
FAMILY,parents names, caroline denise st. james. age 54.
edward alan st. james. age 56.
siblings names, benjamin anthony st. james. age 20.
christopher oswald st. james. age 26.
children's names, five months pregnant with a baby boy.
JOB ,position & salary, “seeing as how i attended harvard law school and have a degree in law it is appropriate that i am a lawyer. i am one of two partners in a law firm. it is not one of those questionable law firms you see on television either. we have many wealthy clients and i do quite well for myself. annually i make approximately $122,000 a year. sometimes more. sometimes less. i love my job. i am good at my job. it keeps me grounded and sane. i cannot picture doing anything else. it’s not even about the money, though i admit that it is nice having such an elevated annual salary. life is always easier when you have money.”_______________________________________________________
EXPERTS FROM ELLA’S LIFE
email to her immediate family on december 25, 2006.
to: firstname.lastname@example.org, email@example.com, firstname.lastname@example.org, email@example.com
subject: merry christmas!
buona sera! greetings from rome! i realized this morning when i woke up to the sun streaming in through my window that this is the very first, and with luck the very last, christmas that i am spending away from all of you. while rome is positively breathtaking, there is nowhere i would rather be than back in seattle with all of you. christmas in a strange place with perfect strangers is not exactly the ideal way to spend the holiday season. i did make the acquaintance of a charming man while in rome though. he invited me to his family’s house here in italy. i guess it is true what they say—italians are quite hospitable. now mom, before you go and tell me not to get too attached to this perfectly gorgeous man, you will be well advised to know that while he is italian, he also lives in seattle. he moved there when he was nineteen. it is quite the coincidence. dad, ben & chris…please allow me this one guilty pleasure while in rome. it is not all work and no play. okay, so it is mostly work. i think i learned that strong work ethic from you, dad. you started with nothing and together you and mom built an empire. oh dear lord. i am rambling again. i have always been kind of long winded though—like mom. sorry mom, but it’s true. well, i have to go and get ready because he’ll be here in any minute—i am not telling you his name. for once in my life i would like to have something that is mine. you all are way too involved. make sure to pet cinderella for me. also, ben & chris, you better kick some ass during the annual football game this year. i do not think i could show my face at the cousins if we lost for a second year in a row. it’s time to make a comeback. i know i am not there to carry the team, like i usually do, but i think you two can manage without me. it’s time we fight for what is rightfully ours, don’t you think? i love you all and i can’t wait to see you. only twelve more days! ciao famiglia!
p.s. yes ben, the pizza is better in italy.
top 25 most played songs on itunes.
002.[/color] there is a light that never goes out by the smiths.
003.[/color] wonderful tonight by eric clapton.
004.[/color] feels like home by chantal kreviazuk.
005.[/color] karma police by radiohead.
006.[/color] look after you by the fray.
007.[/color] i’m yours by jason mraz.
008.[/color] lucky by jason mraz ft. colbie caillat.
009.[/color] still by matt nathanson.
010.[/color] near to you by a fine frenzy.
011.[/color] always on my mind by elvis presley.
012.[/color] you make my dreams by hall & oates
013.[/color] i don’t want to miss a thing by aerosmith.
014.[/color] fireflies by owl city.
015.[/color] here without you by 3 doors down.
016.[/color] slow dancing in a burning room by john mayer.
017.[/color] run by snow patrol.
018.[/color] why can’t i? by liz phair.
019.[/color] flightless bird, american mouth by iron & wine.
020.[/color] are you gonna be my girl? by jet.
021.[/color] us by regina spektor.
022.[/color] a taste of honey by the beatles.
023.[/color] all day and all of the night by the cure.
024.[/color] take me away by lifehouse.
025.[/color] brooklyn by wakey!wakey!
highschool yearbook entries from senior year.
001. high school best friend.[/b]
i know you really hate that nickname, but i figured i won’t get that many opportunities in the future to call you that. besides, i always thought that deep down inside you actually enjoyed it. it is only a term of endearment because you know i’m crazy about your skinny ass. cheerleading would have been unbearable without you as captain. life would have been unbearable without you. i honestly don’t think i could have made it through everything this past four years without you by my side. i knew we were going to be best friends the very first day of freshman year. you were sophisticated and confident. plus you had the best shoes in the entire freshman class. it was our destiny to be best friends and now that you are going off to harvard i don’t know what i am going to do without you a few miles away. harvard definitely is not a few miles away. i am going to miss your crazy ass. no one understands me like you do and we have done some pretty crazy stuff together these past four years, some things i will never forget even though they may be better for everyone. i am being told to stop writing and being such a sap because we’ll see each other all the time, but i just can’t help it. it’s an emotional time for me and i love you so damn much, girl. you go off to harvard and rock it. that school won’t know what hit it once you arrive. you are so intelligent and beautiful and i know that whatever you do you will excel. you tend to excel at everything you do. also, do us all a favor and marry micah. he is crazy about you and i know you love him. you two belong together. i know he is enlisting in the army, but just imagine the sex when he comes home on leave. smoking. yes, i just wrote that in your yearbook in massive letters. deal with it. i love you. keep in touch. i’ll always be there to hold your hair back when you’ve drank too much, kick the ass of every boy who breaks your heart and tell you when something makes you look fat, which is rarely. yellow is just not a good color for anyone, don’t blame yourself sweetheart. i love you. call me. also, when you and micah get married i think i deserve to be maid of honor. you know i’d give an awesome speech. okay, i am done. i am literally having your yearbook taken away by your angry boyfriend. xoxo. cece.
002. high school boyfriend.[/b]
i am going to miss you everyday i’m gone. i love you. i love you so much i am going to spare you from having to read a novel. it just goes to show that i love you more than cecilia loves you.
a voicemail message to micah pierce 10/21/07.
“micah. –pause- micah. i hate you. i hate that you went off to the war and left me here to wonder. every damn day i wake up and i don’t know if you’re alive or lying face down on the side of the road somewhere—forgotten and lifeless. i hate that i can’t hold you and kiss you and tell you how much i love you. i know we both agreed that moving on with our lives was the better thing to do, but god damn micah. we belong together. we belong together. you are such a mess—i’m a mess—but you’re my mess and i’m yours. please come back to me. i love you and i will wait for you. i’ll wait for you forever if that is what it takes. come home where you belong. i need you.”
a voicemail message from ella’s then fiancé 06/14/08.
“darling. you are fast asleep right now but i just wanted my voice to be the first voice you heard when you woke up this morning. i love you and you are beautiful. i’m one lucky bastard. can you believe in two short months we will be husband and wife? i always knew we would end up together since that first day i met you in rome. you were so cute, not to mention terribly lost. you are incredible and i love you. not a day will pass that i won’t remind you how much i love you. on august fourteenth we will be husband and wife and everything will be as it should be. i love you. i’ll see you tonight.”
a voicemail message to micah pierce 08/14/08.
“micah. i… i…just please come home. okay? we need to talk.”
email to her mother on october 26, 2009
subject: ( no subject )
mom. i’m pregnant. you are probably going to lecture me later for telling you via email. i just could not bring myself to tell you in person or over the phone. i am pregnant. i have yet to vocalize it and you will be the first one to know. i hope you check your emails regularly. i don’t know what to do. i thought we were being careful. i am not ready to be a mother. i am not mother material. i cannot raise a baby. i just can’t. i know. i have to tell him. i just can’t right now. the thought of saying it aloud makes me physically ill—or maybe that is just the morning sickness. oh god. he is going to find out. he always knows when something is wrong. i am going to have to tell him. mom. what should i do? tell me what i should do. i love you. i will stop by after work. please don’t freak me out more than i already am. i am going to be a mom. you are going to have a second grandchild. oh god. maybe christopher has some advice. never mind. he’s a guy. not a woman. why don’t i have older sisters with children? why? fuck dad for only deciding to have one girl—you know it’s the guy that decides the sex of the baby? it is. i am using knowledge as a defense mechanism again. oh god. please kill me now. spare me the breakdown. i can’t go through childbirth. i’m terrified… mom…
p.s. speak a word of this to no one. i would never forgive you. ever.
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