Full Name: Cecily Marie Ruiz
Nicknames, pseudo names: Ceci, Cecersaurus, Punkin, Cec
Age && Birthday: 9-9-89; 19
Year in School or Degree: High School Graduate
Occupation: Unemployed
Eye color:Brown
Hair color:Brown, but I frequently dye it an auburn color.
Height: 5'6"ish.
Weight: Ooh, I think I was 145lbs last time I checked.
Piercings: Ears once.
Tattoos: None yet, but my first tattoo is going to be soon. I'm planning on getting the Rebel Insignia from Star Wars on my shoulder or something.
Other Markings: Multiple beauty marks on my back and freckles.
General Appearance: Being of Mexican, Spanish, and Native American decent, I tan pretty easily. But I still look like I'm white, so when I tell them my ethnicity, people don't understand how I stay white. It's the Spaniard; they're a pale people. I have a fairly high metabolism, so I stay skinny for the most part, but all of my fat goes to my butt and thighs and my breasts. They happen to be 36DD so far. And no, it's not awesome. Bras are expensive and bathing suits are really hard to find.
Anyways, my hair is insane. I have to keep it either really short, like a pixie cut, or really long. I tends to curl at the ends and get frizzy because of this Bay Area humidity. I have a bump on my nose, so it seems like a hook nose. It's a family thing, my mom has one too.
Likes: I like watching movies. Especially historical dramas. I like looking at the costumes and designs of the time period and my favorite has always been Marie Antoinette Parisian style. That and Victorian are always a style that I would love to have as my actual clothes. Like in 'The Prestige'; Scarlett Johansson's clothes in that movie are gorgeous and I want those clothes. I wouldn't wear them on a regular basis, but the idea of owning those clothes are just fantastic.
I also like to have animals around. Currently, we have four cats. I've had dogs, cats, hamsters, ducks, chickens, horses, and birds. I wanted to be a veterinarian when I was younger, but then again, I also wanted to be a professional photographer, a cosmetologist, a paleontologist, and a space shuttle engineer. I also like dinosaurs. I actually own a necklace with a veloceraptor as the pendant. IT'S AWESOME. The silver coloring has rubbed off and it has a copper color now, since it was obviously fake.
Dislikes: I don't like whiners. They remind me of children and my idea of a whiner is someone that complains when things don't go the way they were expecting. Whiners bitch and moan about how they don't like something in hopes that it changes something. They're spoiled, annoying, and I just want to punch them in the face and tell them to get over it, because I don't give a shit. Suck it up and move on. They assume that we're going to change our ways to make it better for them when it has nothing to do with them to begin with.
I hate sluts. Especially the kind that go around flaunting themselves and telling everyone about their 'adventures' and then get all pissed off when you call them a whore. Like this one girl in high school. I was a senior and she was a sophomore. She was already smoking cigarettes at school and has probably had more boyfriends than I will ever have in my life. Her life goal is to become a Playboy Bunny. ...what the hell? And then I was talking about her one day and yes, I know that's wrong; to talk about people behind their back, but she was realllly annoying me that day. Anyways, I told my friend that I thought she was a whore and she's going to die from a venereal disease before she hits 25. Next thing I know, she's yelling at me in my face because I called her a whore. All of her clothes had the Playboy Bunny on them, she was wearing tighter clothes than she should have ever been wearing, she had more make-up on every day than I have every owned in my life, and was getting mad because I was calling her a whore.
Moral of the story: I will hate you if you're a whining whore.
Strengths: I'm pretty good at math and science. It feels good to be figuring that kind of stuff out and then taking it home to show everyone. I'm actually pretty smart. I can comprehend ideas and use them the next minute. My SAT scores were nearly always above average and I almost skipped a year in middle school. But my mom thought it would be better if I stayed with my peers, whom I had been in the same classes since 1st grade.
I have a vivid imagination, so writing is pretty easy for me. When I find something I like, I will think of situations and plots to use. I haven't found any for Morgan just yet, but they'll come out soon.
Weaknesses: I'm a sucker for procrastination. I hate doing work and will always look for a way out. During school, I never did my homework, but I keep the grades up by acing tests and essays. I always tried to finish the homework in the classroom so I wouldn't have to do it when I got home. That way, I'd have time to watch TV and read a book and draw or something.
I have bad eating habits. I hate cooking dinner, but I love to bake. Not always the best thing, but I'd rather go and buy Burger King, sweet sweet Burger King, than make something to eat at home. We buy frozen dinners and stuff rather than real groceries. And we love Dr. Pepper. I drink 2-4 cans a day.
Passions: I have a passion for history that involves Anne Boleyn and Elizabeth I. The whole idea of Anne Boleyn is sexy and smart. She knows what she wants and how to get it, although her methods aren't exactly what I would call 'lady-like', but it's the only way that she could get what she wanted. Everyone should take a page from her book; she's the perfect man hunter.
Phobias: I don't like geese. They're evil things.
Interests && Hobbies: I love historical fashion. The way the different eras have different styles of clothing. As mentioned before, Victorian and 'Parisian' are my favorites. I think it's the whole idea of wearing a corset and slip underneath a gown. It's super feminine, where as I'm super tomboyish. I love forums. I currently have three, including this one, that I visit regularly. I had a Twilight one, but that got out of control with their 700 members and growing fast.
Secrets: I know how to knit! I'm making a scarf for winter, even though winter just ended.
And, I don't orgasm. I really sucks because I would like to, but I just physically can't. Over 50% of sexually active women can't either, so I don't feel bad about it.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Something Unique About You:- I hate obviously Caucasian people that try to overly Asian or African American. With all the Kawaii/Lolita and and ganstagangsta stuff.
- My car has a huge spot on the side, right by the gas tank. It's how we know it's my car.
- I love cartoons. Spongebob is a favorite. Adult Swim is also a favorite.
Personality: I'm easily swayed by other people's emotions, I suppose. I get excited really easily if everyone else is as well. I'm fairly easy going, sort of a pacifist really. As I mentioned earlier, I'm a procrastinator as well, so I get lazy. I tend to keep things in, so I internalize my feelings and thoughts because I don't like confrontation too much. I've been yelled at too much for my own thoughts and don't want to bring it upon myself. So as an internalist, I tend to get a depression bout every so often when too many things go wrong. Like lately, I've been unemployed for 6 months, I'm getting fat, and I feel useless because there's no jobs. So I've been fairly depressed lately.
Otherwise, I'm quick-witted especially with sarcasm. Especially with my friend Jeff. He has that kind of cynical sarcasm kind of humor and we get along splendid. He's actually one of the people that make me laugh no matter how I'm feeling. Some people call me too nice because I'll do anything to make another person happy with a situation, no matter how I hate that person.
Family: Ray- Dad-- 48?
Georgia- Mom- 45
Susan- Step-Mom-48
Sam- HalfBrother- 25? I've only met him once.
SaVannah- HalfSister- 15
Caitlyn- Half Sister- 12
Vincent- Half Brother- 7
History: I was born at 4AM in Sacramento at Kaiser Permanente. My parents were married at the time, but decided to divorce just after I was born. With both of my parents being drug addicts at the time, it was a miracle I was healthy when I was born; at nearly 10lbs. Apparently I slept most of the time as an infant, so I wasn't much trouble as a baby. I didn't care for binkies or stuffed animals and I didn't suck my thumb either. I lived with my mom for most of my early childhood in a one bedroom apartment and I watched a lot of Sesame Street. I didn't care for Barney so much as Sesame Street. My mom says that the music parts were ultimately my favorite and I would dance around to the songs. We had a cat named Guida and she would often sleep with me at night and then wake me up by eating my hair.
My mom's boyfriend at the time, Scott, and the two of us lived together until I was four, and then SaVannah was born. Nothing much changed, except mom was home a lot more and Scott was gone more. I didn't mind, he was abusive most of the time to my mom anyways. There were a lot of nights when they would fight and get physical and I would be in the bedroom comforting SaVannah because she was scared and didn't understand what was going on.
I don't remember too many details of that time, but I remember going to preschool, having a dog named Princess, and my mom being taken away in a cop car, and being in a shopping cart and being pushed across town to my grandparent's house. After that I lived with them until I was six. I watched a lot of Disney videos, with Pocahontas and Lion King as my favorites. They took me to Chuck E. Cheese every weekend and they spoiled me as much as they could, but somehow, I didn't act spoiled. When I felt mad, I would go to my room and pout in my room until I felt okay about whatever was going on, rather than throw a fit.
When I was 6, my dad married Susan. I didn't get to be that close to her because I was young and I didn't know her yet. I was incredibly shy and quiet as a child. I can't remember if we ever did anything that consisted of mother-daughter time, so I can only assume that we never really did. At their wedding, which was in our backyard, I hid under the dinner table. I can't remember why, but I remember sitting under there during the whole ceremony and hoping that no one saw me through the lace tablecloth.
When I was 8, Caitlyn was born. All of the attention shifted to her. It wasn't the first time that I felt like I was forgotten and left out of the picture, so it wasn't too bad. She was a fat baby though. But as she grew older, we could play together and it was fine. It seemed like she was the center of attention now and I didn't care for it. Susan has five sisters and they would come over and play with me and do all the cool stuff, but once Caity was born, they didn't come over and play with me anymore. They brought things for her. That was when her side of the family started to forget I was there. Or that's what it seemed to me at that time.
Vincent was born when I was 12. Now it felt like I was completely forgotten. A boy, finally, a boy. That's all that mattered now. Around that same time, my dad was laid off from his job, because they were outsourcing to another country. He was unemployed and Susan was still on maternity leave on doctor's orders. Money was tight and we couldn't afford anything that I wanted, but still had the money to buy the babies toys and new clothes. I hadn't had new clothes in a year at that time, but they were getting new clothes nearly every month. You can only guess how hard that was for me to understand.
I started middle school and I stopped doing homework. I acted out to gain attention, while at the same time, I faded into the background. I lost most of my friends due to our age difference, seeing as they were still in elementary school when I started middle school. I didn't have many friends to begin with, maybe one consistent person I could hang out with daily. I fell out of a social circle early and never got back in. The only classes I passed with more than a D was music and history.
And that's where I found my friends, in the music department. All of the friends I would ever have would be in my music classes or were in multiple classes. Again, I started school with strong grades, but as the year went on, they started going downhill. I had to go to summer school nearly every year of high school. I started a reputation as a boyfriend stealer. My best friend had a uh...'metal head' for a boyfriend during our Freshman year and I had never met him before summer school. After hanging out with them for a day and being in driver's ed with him, three days later, he broke up with her and asked me out. I was excited, what could I say. She hated me after wards, but after a while, she accepted the fact that he was an idiot and would rather keep me than try and get him back.
And then it happened again. During Sophomore year, Justin moved to W. Sacramento from Citrus Heights and we hit it off. We were together for only a month or so before deciding to just be friends and get to know each other a little more before trying again. So we did. We became best friends and people called us mental twins because we had the same ideas and sense of humor. As it drew closer to summer, my friend and Justin got together.
So, summer school started again. It was like a guitar-learning phase had taking over the underclassmen, but Justin already knew guitar very well. So I decided, why not, I'll go to Justin's house after summer school and we'll hang out and he'll teach me guitar if we ever get to it. We didn't. We ended up being all kissykissy and were unofficially dating until I turned 16 in September. I had betrayed her again and stolen her boyfriend and became an 'emotionless robot with a heart of stone' to her.
Justin and I dated for the entirety of Junior year. We were always together no matter what. Out of the seven classes in a day, we were separated for two of the seven classes. It wasn't planned, honest. My best friend at the time dropped out of high school and went to Job Corp. I found an awesome friend in Teresa. We were together almost as much as Justin and I were together. We became more of a sister bond than just friends. We watched Ghostbusters and the Blues Brothers and went rollerskating and went to dances.
Justin was my first love. We planned to be together till the end. We were going to get married, have kids, and be happy. But then my parents decided to start a business and move us all to the Bay Area. You can imagine how happy I was about that. I was uprooted from all of my friends, from Justin, and now I had to start all over again. My Senior year of high school was now to be at a totally new area, with strangers. I was to be alone for my best year of high school. I was to go to my Senior Prom either alone or not at all.
We moved a week before school was starting. I was unhappy and out of place. I was homesick and refused to make friends. I felt awkward and like a loser. I had braces, glasses, I hadn't had new clothes in over a year so all of the clothes were baggy and stretched out. This new school seemed like it was entirely populated with rich kids, and it was. I felt like I didn't belong there because I didn't have new clothes every month, or because I didn't wear make-up, or because I didn't have a cell phone, or because I didn't have my own car let alone a license.
Luckily enough, some of the girls noticed that I was lonely and invited me to lunch. Her name was Valerie and she was a savior. She saved me from being completely alone the entire year because lord knows that I wouldn't have reached out to anyone. She was my new best friend. But I didn't spend that much time with her, seeing as neither of us had a car and I lived on a huge hill and she lived more into town. When I went home, I jumped straight onto MySpace and talked to Justin for hours. We made plans to go to move into an apartment and go to college.
But I was feeling like I was already married before I was even out of high school. He would flip if I mentioned a guy. He would be over-protective and make me swear that I wouldn't do something. He would be paranoid and ask me multiple times if certain things were happening. It wasn't what I wanted and I didn't want to deal with it in the middle of my senior year. And Prom was coming up. I didn't want to go alone, just with one of my guy friends, and it was much more of a big deal that he made it out to be.
So I had to end it. He was becoming paranoid and feeling like he had to control everything and I felt like I didn't have to deal with that. I went to Prom, I had fun, and it was great. Of course, there were some people that were intent on starting drama. OVER THE COLOR OF A DRESS. Apparently, there was a rule among them that if one of them is wearing a color, no one else in the group can wear that color. And I said 'Screw that, I'm wearing the dress I want to wear'. And I did. It's a beautiful dress and I still have it. I'll take a picture of it if you want to see it. Just let me know.
Nothing much happened over the summer after graduation. I got contacts and ditched the glasses, I registered for college, and I got bit by a dog. ...on my butt. I was hanging out with Val and her boyfriend Steven for the most part during the summer and as she likes to say, I got hot. I was able to horde away allowances and various monies to buy myself some clothes and started wearing a little make-up and I got my hair cut in to an actual style. And that's when I started feeling confidant. I hung out with some guys from high school, we made friends, and went to lame parties that ended up being nothing more than hanging out with music and alcohol.
Here in town, there's a thing called the Castro Valley Festival. It's a two day thing during September, and it landed on my 18th birthday. I hung out with Val and Luke, the guy I went to prom with. Val had to go home about an hour after we started hanging out with Luke, but we had picked up Sharon and Trent, some other friends of Luke's. They liked me immediately. When they dropped me off at home after midnight, I had a feeling that they were going to rag him on why he didn't have me as a girlfriend after Prom. So he did.
It was nothing more than what seemed like a required thing and I knew it. I was just happy to have it. He's a great guy and we're great friends. After about a week or so, he felt like it wasn't real. That he was using me as a rebound and he felt bad. So again, we decided to let it drop and try again later. Everyone was surprised at how good I took it. It was nothing, that we decided to wait to see if something actually comes from this.
And it did. Almost two months later. October 8th, 2007. We've been living together since March 2008 and it's been great. He works at Lowe's and does construction/remodeling on the side. I take any job I can get, just as long as I can pay the bills. His parents are fabulous. As we speak, they're fixing up the house to get an appraisal so they can buy a house so we can live in it. So they're technically buying our first house. Sharon lives with us now, after a falling out with her brother took place and she left. Hopefully I can get a job soon and resume paying rent.
Image of Yourself: 
That's me and Luke at Disneyland for Christmas.
Points to Morgan please.
