Post by sam2 on Sept 18, 2009 16:13:09 GMT -5
daniella marie alvarez .
t w e n t y t w o. f e m a l e. g e n u i n e. m i d d l e c l a s s.
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!
Ok, so my full name is Daniella Marie Alvarez. But you can just call me Dani. I'm Portuguese and speak it fluently. I am twenty-two years old and i'm into photography. My birthday is March 13, send me a gift! I have been a news photographer for about a year now. But I'm thinking about becoming a magazine photographer. I started out with just a part-time summer job at the newspaper, but then they gave me a full time job. I live in an apartment with one other roommate. I used to live with all boys. My two brothers and my dad. I'm currently single and I hate it. I've been through some tough shit, but things are so much better today. My life is totally different in Milwaukee. But, I won't forget my life in New York. I did have bead memories there, but I also have good ones. Especially ones about my mom, and I can't forget her. No one in my family can.
The Alvarez family started when my dad proposed to my mother. They were both a young twenty-two. Of course my mom said yes and two years later they had my older brother, Alex. They waited five years before they had their next child, who was me. Alex has been protective of me ever since I was a baby. He wouldn't want anyone to hold me. He still doesn't. But, of course he's backed off now. With a wife and two kids, he's a little more preoccupied than he was when he was a teenager. Then, when I was four, they had their final child. Another boy, whom they named Ezequiel, the only one with a Portuguese name. Thus, our family was complete. And for about the first fourteen years of their marriage and our family life, things were great. We lived in a little house in New York. It was a good neighborhood, and we were all pretty good kids.
But, when I was fourteen, my mom died. Everything went downhill from there. Alex was nineteen and Ezequiel was ten. My dad was really depressed. Well, we all were, but my dad was the worst. He had quit his job, was always out drinking. Alex had to drop out of college to take care of me and Ezequiel. A year after my mom died, my dad was put in jail for DUI. It wasn't the first time he had been caught driving drunk, and they had had enough. Now, Alex, soon turning twenty-two, had to put everything on hold on for his siblings. Not that he pretty much hadn't already. We couldn't afford to keep the house, so we sold it. The only thing we could find that was affordable, was in the Bronx. A very different neighborhood than what we were used to. Alex didn't want Ezequiel to grow up here, but we didn't have a choice.
After a couple of years, we were used to it. My dad kept getting put in jail, so soon he just kind of faded out of our lives. Alex worked as a mechanic at an auto body shop. He made enough money for us to live fairly comfortable. I was sixteen, and a lot to handle. I never listened to Alex and pretty much did whatever the hell I wanted. I drank, smoked weed, wore clothes that were really revealing. But even so, I managed to do well in school. Some kids teased me about it, but it didn't stop me from studying. I knew I wanted to become something when I got older. I couldn't take Alex anymore, so one day I just walked out. I was gone for about a month, sleeping a friends' houses. I would go home when Alex was at work to grab some clothes. Ezequiel would always ask me to stay, but I would say no. I could tell he missed me, and I missed him too.
Finally, I couldn't take it. I went back home and apologized. Alex let me in of course, we cried and had a really touching moment. I had almost got kidnapped about 3 times that month, woke up in a house I wasn't familiar with, almost got raped, and other things that weren't fun at all. I smartened up after that. I still hung out with "the wrong crowd" but didn't do anything I didn't want to. I became a good kid again. When me and Alex found out that Ezequiel was trying to join some gang, we knew we had to leave. Alex said he'd look online at the library. I never thought he'd decide to leave the state, but we did. Alex said that we had relatives on mom's side that lived out in Milwaukee. So, we packed up our things and lived with my aunt. Alex was twenty-three, and able to return to college. I wasn't too upset that I would be graduating with people I barely knew, since in the Bronx I would only be graduating with a very small amount of kids. Ezequiel managed to stay out of trouble at fourteen and up until now at eighteen.
Ezequiel is finally starting his first year at college. Alex got married at twenty-five and has a one year old boy and a two year old girl. I am single, and have a roommate in an apartment in Milwaukee, as I said before. I think about my mom pretty much everyday. I think about my dad a lot, too. I wonder if he's in jail, if he thinks about us, if he's doing better. Alex doesn't like talking about either of them. Ezequiel doesn't have too many memories of my mom, and wishes my dad wasn't such a screw up. He liked having a dad when he was twelve, and misses it. I do too. I can still hear him say to me, "bonita, como sua mãe". Which is "beautiful, like your mom". But I try and live my life. I like my life and who I am. I'd like to think I'm a normal twenty-two year old. I like hanging out, partying, friends, family, photography, texting, boys, visiting family, the Caribbean, and sports. I hate yelling, scary movies, being judged, healthy foods, arguing, staying up late, not having a boyfriend, biting my nails, shopping, and when i get weird looks when i speak Portuguese. I could care less of what people think of me. But I'm done, so you can judge me now.wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be sam, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be jessica szhor. i've been doing this for about 4 years, so i pretty much know how this all works.
check jason dallas fields. :]
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.
