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Personality

Your closest friends would describe you as: My friends think I'm a nice person. They say I'm kind of chill but I can be really silly at times too. They've told me that I could be a school teacher since I like kids or that I can be a vet since I'm really good with animals. They also say I have a pretty good sense of humor but that sometimes I space out a bit or that I do/don't take things too seriously at times.
Your virtues are: Thoughtful and sympathetic regard for the needs of others. Careful thought.
A desire to find out and know things.
Being thankful.
Truthful; sincere; not lieing or cheating.
Your faults are: I can be really stubborn and naive at times. I also have a tendecy to overanalyze things and automatically assume the worst when I'm really nervous, on the contrary though, sometimes I can get too comfortable and let my guard down soon.
Your hobbies/interests are: I love taking care of horses, playing piano, and reading. Anything outdoors and I'll more than likely be happy.
Your likes and dislikes are: I like reading books, the outdoors, horses, and my mother's blueberry pancakes. I like go hiking with my daddy when it's really pretty outside and looking at the mountains from my back porch. I don't like when I can't get things done or when people are really mean and ungrateful for the things they have.
Your greatest fears are: Dying too soon and/or painfully.

History

Your biography: My life was pretty much planned before I was born. After my parents' got married and had two boys in a row, they wanted to try one more time for a girl. My mom was pretty convinced that her third would be a girl and that she would name her Ocean because she was just as sure that she'd have my daddy's blue eyes that neither of my brothers got stuck with (She says they got stuck with her "boring brown eyes"). After I was born I supposedly went to sleep for a while until I wake up, this being said they just assumed that I had my daddy's blue eyes because my mother finally had her little girl. After they named, they said I woke up right after and when they saw me alert and looking at my new world, they saw I had green eyes instead of blue. They weren't exactly upset about, they were actually kind of pleased. For some reason they stuck with Ocean. Personally, I don't know why they couldn't have just renamed me Jade or something like that.

After I was born I was raised in my little home out in the country of Nevada with my parents, two brothers, and grandparents. We weren't rich, but we weren't poor either; all-in-all, my parents' worked hard and raised me to be grateful for what I had. When it was time for me to go to school, I was homeschooled. I actually liked it, but I guess that's because I was used to it by the point. Being in the country and being homeschooled some people woried abot my developing social behaviors but everything was okay because I did sports and different kinds of activities where I met friends and such. When I was about eight, my daddy said "Well dammit, my baby girls smart enough to go to private school." And I actually did go for about a year, but it was too much strain on my parents' budget so they pulled me out and homeschooled me again.

I pretty much grew up around my family and around animals, we had a lot of pets or at least I did. Seems like the simple life, huh? Yeah, well for some reason my optimistic mother decided to have children with a man with a family history of depression and all that good stuff, thinking if they were raised the right way they'd be just fine. Well, I'm the proof to break that myth. Around when I was eleven, according to my mother, I started to change and act different. It was sometime after my parents hit what they call a "rough patch" in their marriage and I was pretty convinced they were going to divorce sooner or later. Maybe that's what set it off, but eleven isn't my happiest year and I did some things I shouldn't have; nothing illegal or anything like: my records clean. But you can guess what happens after a young girl going through some difficult times with her parents might do if she just so happened to be cooking dinner while her parents were arguing in the other room and accidentally cuts her finger. I wasn't really bad with it, I don't even do it that much anymore and the scars have practically faded.

My life is back to normal and I think that's just my own way of dealing with stress; I'm definitely not suicidal. Anyways, I begged my parents to let me go to regular school with other kids when I was going into my freshman year of high school. Gratefully, they allowed me and I really enjoyed it. It was weird at first but totally worth it. Now that I've just turned eighteen I've got college to think of and all that other stuff...