So basically a while back maybe 2008/ 2007 I came up with a character and I used this character to express myself, this character changed with my life and changed with me going through high school and different situations. Every new Bianca represents a new side of me that I've discovered. Or represents a certain time period in my life. Bianca #1 : I thought back in 2008 heavy bangs were so awesome, and I saw Avril Lavigne's music video for "girlfriend" and I loved the dark streaks and the pink streaks with her blonde hair, so I rooted some into Bianca. This Bianca kinda reflects the time in my life when I was just creating my own style and getting into alternative kinda music. *Freshmen year* Bianca #2: I thought Bianca needed a change, so I wanted her to have that katy perry kinda vintage thing going on , with cute innocent heavy bangs, but no pink or brown this time, and this time around I know more of how I wanted Bianca to dress. Vintage and chic. This Bianca represent a time in my life where I wanted to be very classy and chic, I watched alot of gossip girl then too. Go figure. *Freshmen year* Bianca #3 : This is when Bianca started to reflect my personality and style. In my mind the first two biancas were funny and laid back , but had no flavor and were kinda boring. So with this third Bianca I wanted her too look completely different so I gave her black scene hair and teal eyes, with piercings and tattoos. And attitude (; This Bianca reflects when I started dressing scene and cutting my hair choppy, and when I got my septum pierced lol. I guess this is when I came out of my awkward Elementary school shell that I had always been in even into freshmen year.*Sophomore year* Bianca #4: I loved Bianca #3 but sadly the hair I used was human hair on her and the dye from the hair rubbed into her skin, so I needed a replacement. I found a princess aurora doll and I cut her hair all scene and gave her teal eyes and piercings and of course, the Hello Kitty tattoo <3 This is one of my favorite looks she had. While Bianca had her third look I went through a bad breakup so to help me feel better I had some blonde in my hair, so of course Bianca went blonde. It was like a new start. *sophomore year* Bianca #5: This is my least favorite Bianca, I stopped going onto Biancas Myspace account and when I came back after a few months I wanted her to be like a messy hippy. I had no other doll, and I never thought of Bianca having short hair. I think this bianca reflects a bad time period in my life.*Sophomore year* Bianca #6: I call this Asian skater Bianca, B#3 and B#4 were very girl and like high maintenance Bianca's, I gave her more of a feisty attitude , B#5 had no personality really, so with b#4 I kinda for some reason gave her this skater voice in my mind. So this is why I call her Asian Skater Bianca. Oh and because she's a Lea doll. Bianca in my mind is White and Mexican, so I don't really know why I used an Asian doll haha. At this point in my life i did some self evaluation and I realized I didn't have the best attitude towards life, so this Bianca represents almost a different side of me I always hid. A happier more go-lucky me. *Junior year* Bianca #7: Is still one of my all time favorite Bianca's, I wanted Bianca to have a very sweet personality so I thought the soft blonde scene hair fit it perfectly. I love Bianca at this stage, I feel like she reflected a point in my life where I knew things had gotten better.*junior year* Bianca #8: B#7 got lost some how along with B#6 :/ so I needed a new Bianca, I had a HSM Gabriela doll, and some scissors and well, you get my draft. New Bianca had choppy brown scene hair and was hilarious, this Bianca reflected a very funny happy time in my life where I was just so happy all the time and laughing. *Junior Year Summer* Bianca #9: This Bianca is my hands down favorite Bianca, She reflects me how am I am now, very happy and very confident, this Bianca with the tattoos and piercings and beautiful hair makes me feel fierce and makes me feel like I can accomplish anything. *Senior year* this is the only Bianca that reflects my senior year of highschool, I didn't change much senior year, I was so confident with myself though and she represents that. Bianca #10: This is Biancas new look, kinda hipster, boho style. Very collected. This Bianca represents a confident me, but also this new side of me where I feel like I know where I'm going in life and reflects how I basically have all my priorities straight. College, Work and my own place :3 *After Graduation* I know this was super long and I know many of you wont read it, but you guys comment on my dolls pics all the time and I thought I'd finally give you guys insight on who my "Scene barbies" are.

I don’t know how light breaks thru water. Soft winter light, reflecting eventually on ancient stone. Rain over Ireland, rain over ruins, rain over stone. Not to stop soon. Long black hair, dripping red umbrella, brushing raincoat. Interact with more water. I battle thru 1.5 km in the swimming pool. In the apartment the cats hide behind the stack of DVDs, barely visible. I refurbish my body with clear water after the swim. Strange light but clear thought. I listen to Metal Heart, Cat Power. “Blue smoke will take a very violent flight” Carried away by clear thought I get off at Killarney by accident. Hitching a ride randomly like a kid passing off the effect of drugs. Unsettling dreams the previous night no doubt meddle with my brain. Scared of feet under water, striking like scissors. It will rain. The cats will probably hide. There is a slow moving video camera in my head gliding thru the landscape from the train window. The girl in front of me tenderly looks at her sister. A kid with freckles and a bottle cutex in her mouth. Legs crossed, black stockings, rustic boots. Pale skin, intelligent eyes. I desire conversation. What will come from hiding. What poetry will emerge from running. I don’t know what these people are about. I don’t know how to break into these people. I don’t know how to burglar the hearts of these raven haired so they will rest their heads on my shoulder, or shed tears. It is not like sitting in Namibia drinking beer in a tent overlooking sand, fire. The dry heat. It is not like watching a tall blond walk into the tent, stripping. Cursing quite loud in Afrikaans ‘Fok’. Dropping nude on her sleeping bag. It is not like that dry heat, like klitsgras, like guns and ruthless dry stem, torturing the high leaves. Like mosquito’s at night, campfire. A jackal running in the footpath ahead spooked by the lights striking the tall grass. Left right, trying to avoid the truck. What poetry will come from avoid. But it is nothing like that, like that sweat or loose shirts. It is not like that. Still, I can sit here, without religion. Without country, without heart. Metal Heart. “Metal heart you're not hiding, Metal heart you're not worth a thing” I can sit here and not deny my absurd incompetence, which perhaps is not related to continent. Soft winter light breaks thru the water. Cool is it on my skin; cool is it after the sauna. It is wonderful and I am so at peace. I only wish to tell you that.