On the Origin of quintessence and pineapple.

Quintessence= stuff.
Expand jur vocab.
Read pineapple.


Pineapple is nao going to tell you how she came up with herself.
*switches into DRAMATIC third person*

Juliet VanSchulear
Can anyone answer the question Juliet VanSchulear?
I can.
Juliet...is a gal... who has fabricated... her life.
Juliet...is a pineapple.
Juliet is a VanSchulear.
Of course Juliet cannot be any of these things,
For Juliet is not Juliet.
Juliet is a gal, who has fabricated herself.
Who has diminished her past and covered the torn path with leaves and gone astray from her past.
Where does the reality end and the lie begin?
Where do unicorns exist?
Same question. Same answer.
No where and everywhere, if only one could ponder enough.
(btw, someone shoot me nao. My parents want to send me to school, OVER THE WINTER VACA. And my mum yelled at me for not drying the dishes after she LECTURED ME ON HOW TO DO THE DISHES CORRECTLY. YES, MY PARENTS DO SUCK. Lectures. AS IF I DONT GET ENOUGH LECTURES AND SOCIAL PRESSURE. AND THEY COMPLAIN ABOUT US AND CURSE ABOUT US. WTF.)

Juliet.
Juliet VanSchulear.
Juliet Midnight VanSchulear.
Juliet Envy Midnight VanSchulear.
Juliet Envt Midnight Victoria VanSchulear.
What do these things have in common?
They are my names. This is the part where I start sounded self absorbed if you have been blind enough to not notice that my overall resolve was to sound self absorbed. Because all in all, Juliet is a metamorphisis of someone who neither likes her life nor hates herself to the point where she sticks her finger down her throat of slits her wrists (which is INSANELY stupid by the way. Who the hell would like to inflict pain onto themselves? Again, WTF. I mean, blood IS pretty and all, but you can stick a drop of food coloring on your wrist and it looks just as pretty.).
What is in a name?
One's description?
A ficticious appearance?
Juliet.
The name conjures an image.
Pretty, tower, waiting, roses, shakespeare, learnedry(no, not laundry), nobility.
VanSchulear.
Noblity. (and the human mind is so very racist so I'd have to say anglosaxon as well. In simpler terms: "white".)
Juliet VanSchulear conjures an image of a person I will never be.
I'm sporty, not pretty/petty. And Im bitchy.
I'm tired of waiting. Romeo can kiss my asss.
Rose was my nickname once. But no, I just like the blood red ones. The pigment is...interesting.
Shakespeare, I have forsaken and lost to. On a rainy day. A long time ago.
I'm a nerd. Different from learned.
Nobility. I'd kick jur ass. I is a bad sport.
And the last name is... just an add on.


What about envy, midnight, victoria?
Envy- of course. Every mind has its own drive. As theorized by peoples whose names I cannot type out because I have forgotten them. For some its sex. For most its inferiority. Inferiority. Jealousy. Envy. A mental drive towards greatness out of the fear that one is inferior to the rest of society. I live envy.

Midnight- Dark. Mysterious. But not really. Its just another time of day when Jimmy Kimmel is on and Saturday Night Live has ended. Midnight. Moon. Lunar. xD (oh rhen and her many friends.) Midnight is the alter ego that each and every one of us has within our souls or lives or existances. The evil twin. I am partially the evil twin.

Victoria- pft. This one is just a name. Its origins are a secret (yea, cheesy). Only to my closest friends or the people who know me in real life.

I have a bunch of other names. I just chose this extremely long one.
A recap?

Juliet (pretty maiden) Envy (ego) Midnight (ebil twin) Victoria (name) VanSchulear(bitchy noble).

And the all important PINEAPPLE.

The pineapple cames from juliet's hair.
Juliet has a messy hair and a chibi-fied head. Not oblong, but a chibi-fied head where my hair kepts sticking up. Therefore, my head looked like a pineapple, sorta. A heartshaped pineapple.
Pineapple from cali. Yea, cali. x3

I ish tan. TO HARVARD!
Melon - lemon.
But no one tells her I told ja.
Juliet luffs joo.


O.
Ryt. Group meeting latars.
-hug- desu~

For the fabrication of one's soul is a deed not to be done

I have tried

and may have failed.

-Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear