When I was born, I had no choice to be named:
Jeremy Evan Hughs as
ShakespeareOn my last birth-day cake, there were:
19 candles.
Stylin' & Profilin'? Oh yeah:
I'm one of the classiest guys around. Of course, that's only if your definition of classy is flyaway weirdo-colored hair swept to one side and a style sense that would suit a six-year-old. Sorry to disappoint the rest of you.
Fashion sense aside, I am skinny, scrawny, and somewhat short, at 5' 9" and 135 pounds. My hair, as I said before, is weird. First of all, it normally is a very light brown, but in the sun or when I wear bright colors (which is pretty often) it turns gold. If I don't shave often, I can grow a beard, which is always nice for when I have to play the old guy in Theater class or I feel like pretending to be homeless or something.
Don't hate.
My eyes have been called round and cow-like before, and I can agree with that sentiment. However, I've also been told that such a feature makes me seem trustworthy. Which is nice. And it also explains why all my closest friends are girls.
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I have a passion for:
Theater, as well as play-writing.
My relationship status? Well...:
Single, unfortunately. I've only got my eyes on one girl, too.
You either love me, or you hate me!:
I'm probably one of the most ridiculously immature guys at Bringham, which seems difficult to do, since it's so famous and yadda yadda. Actually, you'd be surprised at some of the idiots. Despite my immature behavior, I'm surprisingly dedicated to everything I do and everyone I meet. I'm a lot like a little kid, I suppose; I like to act like an idiot and mess around, but I'm also relatively innocent. I'm very tolerant of differences. I'm also quite a bit naive. If there's drama going on, I'm the last to hear about it. I'm just the comic relief. At the same time, I am great at pretending to be someone I'm not. It's not like I have to in real life, it's just that it comes with the theater stuff. Oh, one more thing - I'm great at talking. I used to have this really bad stutter and stage fright, but now I'm at my best when I'm standing in front of a crowd.
How did I get here & why am I here:
My life has been rather boring, unfortunately. I've had it good. Two supportive parents, two younger siblings (twins, actually), and the best friend anyone could ever ask for - Rose. Ever since I met her back in middle school, I've been in love with her. Of course, I was actually shorter than her when we first met, and I still had the seventh grader high-pitched voice... yeah. It was bad. I also had a bit of a stutter.
The stutter got corrected, along with my posture, speaking voice, and a thousand other tiny things after my parents discovered an affinity for acting in ninth grade and got me lessons. By the end of that year, I was pretty much set to go to Bringham, which my parents encouraged and could afford. I pretty much traded off the starring role in all the school plays with our local Clive Owens, who wanted to act in a different profession. We got on okay, I suppose.
And so here I am, at Bringham! It's been great. I love the atmosphere, since most people actually seem to care about what they do. I'm still into acting, mostly stuff like Shakespeare and oldtime stuff, but I'm starting to lean towards play-writing, since I've always had a great imagination. My one complaint is Rose's boyfriend - he's the biggest douche bag ever in my opinion. There's something funny about him, even though I can't figure out what. He's a bad influence, and he needs to leave her alone. This is something that I would think, even if I didn't have, like, the biggest crush on Rose ever.
I looooove..:
Rose (Of course),Theater - especially Shakespeare's stuff (So good), Writing (it's a newly discovered talent of mine, although I'm too lazy to do it much), Any music that came out before 1970 - Especially jazz and classical, Musicals, Indie Rock, Grunge, Dogs! I've always wanted one. Mostly because they're very similar to me, I'm told.
I can't stannnnd..:
The dick that Rose is dating (What's his name again...?), Heavy rock, Rap, Country, Philosophers - Those people need to learn to live in the now, People who can't learn to live with themselves and not judge others, Chocolate - I'm allergic. (Very allergic.), Cats, Bees, Needles, Anything that's sharp and intent on hurting me.
What's left to say:
Nope, I think I'm good. I'm a simple guy.
Profile Credit to: 'Merican Pie