Post by Emilia Ventura on Jan 13, 2012 18:38:43 GMT -5
YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.
[/color]EMILIA SOFIA VENTURA[/color]
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emmie's photo journal ♥
Before you dive into my rather messily-written journal, let me tell you about myself.
Hi. I’m Emilia Sofia Ventura, but I prefer to be called Emmie—it’s much more American, and I’m still trying to fit in. If you couldn’t tell, I’m not from around here. Actually, I was born in the Italian countryside, and moved to New York City when I was eight. A huuuuge change, if you can imagine. It’s great here, but…I miss Italy.
I’ve just turned sixteen. I’m a demi-god, daughter of Hypnos--pretty much the personification of sleep. It'll make sense in just a second.♥ ♥ ♥
One thing you have to understand about me is that I love to sleep. It’s not that I’m tired all the time, I just…enjoy it. It’s hard to explain my thoughts and feelings exactly. Perhaps it is because I love to dream. Maybe I want to get away.
If you can’t find me anywhere else, check my cabin—scratch that. I’ll fall asleep anywhere, if I’m tired enough. Comfortable or not. I've fallen asleep in trees, halfway in water, in a bathtub, on the floor, on a roof...really, anywhere.♥ ♥ ♥
Kids are adorable. When I get older, I hope to have some of my own. It’s a little early to think about that, but I can’t help it. After all, many demi-gods say we won’t live to even start a family. I think they’re wrong. As long as we’re careful about where we step, we’ll be fine…right? I can't even try to imagine dying young.
I remember, back in Italy, Mama and I were talking about kids. I’d seen two little kids playing together, acting as if they owned the world.
“Isn’t that just adorable?” I gushed to her.
“They’re gonna grow up thinking they can do anything. Jump off a cliff thinking they can fly or something.” Mama muttered, being her normal negative self. I’ve always been the opposite—optimistic and generally happy. It took a lot to get me down. Despite her negativity, we were the perfect match. Just enough to balance each other out; I had her to keep me grounded, and she had me to dig her out.
“Don’t you like kids?”
“I like you, mio caro. Now stop talking, I’m trying to relax! Maybe I can get a tan and end all this pale skin.” She snapped, leaning back and closing her eyes.
Another difference between us—Mama had a bad temper. I was pretty calm, and I honestly don’t get mad easily. I don’t let things get to me, especially the stupid things Mama got angry about. She also cared about her appearance, so, so much. I could care less…okay, maybe that’s not exactly right. I obsess over my hair. Wow, this isn’t even about kids anymore, is it? I guess I tend to ramble too.♥ ♥ ♥
Friends.
They're one thing I absolutely could not survive without. When I'm not around people for a really long time, I start to get really...weird. I start seeing things and pretty much have anxiety attacks. ...I hate being alone. And it's even worse without my friends. It's like, if they weren't here, I'd just float off into space. They need to be here to keep me on the ground. Once I make a friend, they're in my heart to stay. You could say I'm really loyal.
I hate gossip and rumors. I care too much about people's feelings That's a weakness of mine; I constantly care about their feelings. To hurt people, emotionally or physically, basically kills me.♥ ♥ ♥
This is another thing I couldn’t live without—running. Like sleeping, it really relaxes me. Sure, it might tire me out, but when you’re running, you don’t think about much else. It’s a stress reliever. I run almost as much as I sleep, and that’s a lot. Running is one thing I can’t explain to people why I like it. A lot of girls wince at the thought of strenuous exercise. The only thing I do that actually requires a lot of work is running. I can’t play sports—I fail miserably at them.
There was this one time when I’d just moved to New York, that Coach, my gym teach, yelled at me for not being able to play soccer.
“You can run, can’t ya?” He yelled in his thick southern accent, his face turning red.
Shaking, I nodded. “Yes, but I—”
“Then all y’gotta do is ta’ kick the damn ball!” He shouted, frightening my young self to the point where I’d wanted to run home to Chester, my mom’s evil “live-in” boyfriend (he’s not evil—I just don’t like him).
When I actually tried kicking the ball, I ended up not only kicking it backwards, but I fell backwards. Eventually, I got better at soccer. My feet weren't as bad as my hands. I can barely catch something flying at my face. And when that happens, half of the time, I'm too dumb or horror-struck to move out of the way.
That's a big problem when we have to fight in camp. I mainly rely on my speed and, well, agility, but if it came to a real battle...I can't even think about it. When I can, I try to practice with swords, but they're too heavy. I'm best with a bow and arrow...but even then, a third grader could probably operate one better than me. Outwitting enemies is much easier.♥ ♥ ♥
There's two parts to this picture.
First off, I love hats. Any color, any size. Cute hats, funky cats, warm hats...if I could, I'd buy every hat in the world. That would be such a huge collection; I wouldn't have enough time in the world to wear them, would I? This obsession gets a weird, but everyone has one, right?
Second, I'll be the one to admit it--I'm a little crazy in the head. Not like insane, more like...goofy and weird. My mood changes a lot, though not exactly drastically. I appreciate the little things in life, helping someone, sunsets, flowers, and so on. "Laughter is the best medicine!" is my motto. I love to laugh, at anything and with anyone. I'm afraid of the dark, of spiders, but I love bats and snakes and how beautiful the moon looks at night. I'll always speak my mind, because I hate keeping thoughts to myself. If you haven't been able to tell, I tend to ramble. When I think of something, I need to write it down or say it before I forget. Because I'm a forgetful person. I don't like giving up, but I tend to go with the crowd, if you understand what I'm saying.♥ ♥ ♥
Swimming's pretty fun, right? Wrong. I can't swim. You probably can't tell in that picture, but I'm about to scream.
It happened back in Italy, when we went back to visit for a month, just a couple months before coming to Camp Half-Blood. We were on the Amalfi Coast, at my best friend's vacation home. Her brother, without warning, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. At first, I didn't realize what was happening. But when he threw me into the water, in a particularly deep area, I did. Everything happened so fast then--it's hard to remember exactly what happened. Instead of floating, I began to sink straight towards the bottom. After maybe ten seconds, I began to feel really light-headed. I couldn't breath. Then I heard a splash, and there he was, the devil himself pulling me out of the water he'd just thrown me in.
Once I'd caught my breath, I began to yell at him--showing swears in Italian I'd only heard the cruelest of people say. I'd never been so angry in my life. And after I'd screamed, I cried. It was pretty scary. I don't even like looking at water anymore.♥ ♥ ♥
And that's the end of my journal as of now. I have nothing else to share. Hopefully, one day I can continue writing in this--I'd love to keep a tradition. Arrivederci, mi amici! Better stop writing in this before I get off-track again.emilia sofia ventura♥ ♥ ♥
note: i took none of these pictures; all belong to their original owners!
word count: approx. 1415 words
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