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BABY BLUE BLOOMINGDALE18 - NEWBIES - FREYA MAVOR - STUDENT is this your first time in ocean coast? well, yes. i thought that'd be obvious by my accent. daddy got a new job in town or something, i really couldn't be bothered to listen to what he was saying. so, we moved here from london. whatever, i don't really care. maybe i'll catch a tan.when is your birthday? my birthday is on november eleventh, and you should probably mark that on your calendar, because i will most definitely be expecting gifts. you know, it's odd, because my mum and grandfather were also born on the eleventh, which is pretty cool. but this is the first year i'll celebrate my birthday out of the house, because i'm obviously not living there anymore. i'm eighteen, i'm practically an adult. in england, i could drink legally. of course, i'm not saying that would stop me. cheeky, cheeky. do you have any tattoos? i do believe that's rather personal, don't you think? but if you must know, as a spur of the moment, most regrettable, decision i decided it would be a swell idea to get "que sera, sera" tattooed on the inside of my index finger. it's kind of adorable, but i think i might get it removed. you never know.what does your family life look like? family life? well, mum is far younger than dad, that's for sure. and it's so apparent that she's cheating on him with her pilates instructor, yoga instructor, yogalates instructor, etc. i mean, i suppose i would too because daddy is well into his seventies, and mum only turned forty this year. not that i'm justifying infidelity, because i'm not really a fan of it, but in mum's case i sort of understand. dad is always working, and mum spends most of her time at home with the dogs. all five of them. and the horses. she likes to shop a lot, i guess. so do i, for that matter, but we've never really bonded. mum isn't good with children. that's why i had a nanny, you see. she was more of a mother to me than anything else, but you mustn't tell mum i said that otherwise she'll go on another rampage about how unappreciative i am and whatnot. i appreciate you mum, i just don't really like you.what would you say is your best trait? and your worst trait? well this is a ruddy question, don't you think? how am i supposed to decide what my best trait is? that's just going to make me sound conceited and i'm most definitely not. well, not all the time at least. i guess, if i had to absolutely pick one thing about myself to describe to someone, it would be that i'm pretty chill. is that a good trait? i think it is. i mean, i don't really hold grudges or get mad. i don't judge people, it's just whatever. yeah, i'm a bit of a bitch (and that's not even my bad trait) but i'm a chill bitch, which makes it better, yeah? i generally just either get along with you or ignore you. bad trait. uhm, i guess it's my lack of want. i just don't care to do anything, really can't be bothered. i sound like a spoiled brat when i say this (mainly because i am a spoiled brat) but daddy's made enough money, why do i even have to go off to uni? and besides, the american education system fucking sucks. oh, another bad trait, i swear a lot. it's my second language. but yes, american schools suck. i came here and told everyone i had already graduated from college, because uh, i have, and they all thought i was some sort of child prodigy or something. uhm, hello? college is "high school" and university is "college". i don't understand why americans have to be so dim. i take back what i said about not judging people. what is your ideal friday night like? oh, i certainly can't tell you. you'd definitely tell mum and mum would flip her shit and i don't know, burn my flat down. errr, my apartment, i mean. ideal friday? okay, well, i don't have classes on friday, so i'd wake up around midday, go for a jog or something, have some toast with marmite, whatever. and then, i'd get a text from whoever telling me there's some "totally rad party at so-and-so's house" or "we're going out to such and such club" so, i'd get ready for that. typical short skirt, sequins, glittery makeup, lack of knickers, tall shoes, you know. standard party/club uniform. and then i'd either go to whatever poor bloke's house it is or whatever club and i'd get completely knackered,probably somewhat naked, dance with everyone, make a fool of myself, find me a nice boy to go home with and show him my st. mary's academy for gifted girls talent. catholic girls always do it better, longer, and with better positions.were you spoiled as a child? oh yes. i suppose i'd rather have been properly loved, but then i might be lying. i was basically babysat with gifts, you see. if i wanted to, madge, who was my nanny, would bring me around london. we'd go to all the shops that i wanted to, get whatever food i so desired, and usually go to the london eye or something. when i got older, hal's toy warehouse because harod's and prada and gucci and so on, ice cream became moscato, and the london eye got traded in for steamy back-seat make out sessions. of course, not with madge that is, it was usually with whatever poor bloke i had "seduced" (quite literally) that week. i never got in trouble, simply because my parents just didn't notice. dad was too busy at work, reading papers and shoving his hands down his secretary's knickers, and mum was too busy elsewhere, shagging who knows. all in all, yes, i was spoiled.what is your biggest regret? well, i'm a firm believer of "yolo" (not really, i had only learned the term when i came here, and i thought it was someone's name at first). no, but seriously, i don't really have regrets. honestly, if i had to pick one, though, i guess i'll be responsible and pick the one that's obvious. i shouldn't have grown up so fast. i lost my virginity at fourteen, started drinking and drugs that summer, and it just sort of spiraled out of control. that's why i'm such a good rager, because i've done it for so long. growing up in a "catholic" household, which was bullshit because we only went to church once a month, and going to a catholic school, i was taught what was right and what was wrong. but growing up in london, with lsd and weed and other drugs available to minors, my friends and i quickly learned how easy it is to just not give a shit. and to this day, i do not give a shit. do you have any pets? yes, actually. i have a lovely eight month old yellow lab named june, as in june carter cash. i like to sing johnny and june songs to her. we're in love.can you stick out your tongue and touch your nose? actually, i can. i was blessed with a lizard tongue. (and a certain lack of a gag reflex, but who's bragging?)if you could meet any person in history, who would it be? these questions are getting awfully odd. this is a hard question. okay, let's say george harrison. one, he's bloody fit, two he's fucking fit, and three i'd like to shag him. no, but seriously, i've always had a soft spot for the beatles in my whirlwind of techno-dubsteb club music collection, and i think it'd be really cool to party with him. either him or like, the captain of the titanic. i'd tell him he was a wanker for letting jack and rose die. even though they aren't even real, my heart will go on. do you have any fears or phobias? phobias? well, let's see, spiders. i'm a die hard arachnophobic. i'm talking, screaming, jumping, swearing, crying, all of the above. it's just bad. i hate spiders, and i honestly think they should all just die. i usually drown any i see in my bathroom with hairspray or lysol. and then i set them on fire. they all should burn. in hell. name one thing on your bucket list? what's with all the questions that require actually thinking? uhm, bucket list? i guess, oh god this is cheesy, i just want to kiss someone in the middle of a complete downfall. like, we'd have gone on a date or something and all of a sudden it's just fucking pouring. and he'd lean in, hold my face, and kiss me like he meant it. and i'd know that he meant it. that he meant it, that he meant it. okay, dashboard confessional moment over. what is your most embarrassing moment? you mean besides being pushed out mum's vagina and her yelling "i shall call this child baby blue!"? well, when we first got off the plane, it was proper hot, and when i got into the airport, i tried to take off my sweatshirt. well, instead of just taking off my sweatshirt, i took off my shirt too. thing is, i don't like wearing bras that much. so, i had just flashed my lady bits at the entire terminal, and it was something. for the most part though, i don't really get embarrassed. cause, fuck you. what kind of car do you drive? oh, love this question. after i had to redo driver's ed because you lot drive on the wrong side of the road, daddy bought me a beautiful porsche cayenne s. it's white and lovely and the interior's tan, almost caramel, and i named it phyllis. i really love it, if you haven't noticed. did you go to college? what was your major? you're not a very good listener, are you? i'm in college. and as of now, my major is english literature. it's bound to change, because honestly, i don't even like reading. i was thinking of maybe like, professional fuck-offing. but i don't think that's actually a major. dad wants me to be a lawyer. but fuck that, no way. are you currently happy with your life? what's not to like? i've got a dog, a card, a never ending supply of daddy's money, and all the drugs i could ever want. i get laid whenever i feel like it, and i'm having fun. i'm doing what an eighteen year old should do. well, maybe not should do, but wants to at least. i'm having fun.where do you see yourself in five years? well, if i'm not dead, because honestly, you never know, i'd like to be living in san diego, preferably with a hot surfer boyfriend, and doing whatever the fuck i want. in five years, i'll only be twenty-three. maybe i'll be a model (although i'm not too sure i'm attractive enough for that, lord knows i'm fucking lanky enough) maybe i'll be a porn star. whatever. i don't care. i just want a nice house on the beach, maybe in la jolla, come to think of it. oh! i know! i'll get daddy to buy me a boutique. there you go, that's what i'll do. i have no fucking idea. 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