Jordan Olivia Phillips

Her youngest sister took to calling her Ollie. It kind of stuck.

September 13rd

18

Virgo

Female

Pansexual

English

Communications

Hostess at a Buffalo Wild Wings

There’s short...and then there’s Jordan. Standing at four foot ten and weighing a whopping ninety three pounds, this chick simply oozes intimidation. Seriously, don’t let those big blue eyes fool you, this petite chica is fierce. The word ginger, for example, has been said enough times that it just doesn’t even sound like a word anymore and simply evokes rage and hostility in the wee lassie. Natural red hair, rather pale skin, and just a nice splash of freckles across her face, the unholy trinity of genetics is her burden to bare. So be it. However, she has also been compared to little Orphan Annie a couple times on account of the curly hair, and that’s where she draws the line. Not cool, dudes.

K.I.S.S.
Keep it simple, stupid. That’s Ollie’s motto when it comes to clothing. Not that she exactly has a choice, mind you. Clothing isn’t exactly that easy to find for a girl her size, or at least, clothing without Dora the Explorer rocking out on the front. Band tees and skinny jeans are the way to go, though she does have to order most of that online. Hell, she’ll even don a flannel if she’s feel particularly grungy that day. Hoodies become an option in the fall/winter, at which point she then abuses. Most of her clothes, while not falling apart, do show signs of usage. Faded jeans, small holes, the works. It’s all good, though. As long as it keeps her body somewhat safe from the wraith of the elements and the eyes of perverts, she couldn’t ask for much more.

It is extremely rare to catch Ollie without some sort of hat. She really likes beanies, knit caps, and newsboy caps. Even at work, she’ll wear a Fireball Cinnamon Whisky baseball cap. Hats rule the world, man.

Rock ‘n’ Roll.
Cats.
Hats.
Cats in Hats.
World of Warcraft.
Being Indoors.
Comedies.
Reading.
Kids.

Extended periods of exercise.
Country music.
Nicolas Cage.
Geese.
Thunderstorms.
Heights.
Rollercoasters.
Condescending asshats.
The color yellow.
Bragging.
Bigots.

Smokes like a freight train.
Often pops her fingers and cracks her knuckles before using her hands.
Quite likely to end up standing on the tips of her toes. Every little bit of height counts, man.
Can end up rambling, going off on tangent after tangent. Just knock her around a bit to fix it.

She performs some stand-up during Open-Mic whenever she gets a chance.
She enjoys playing guitar. Usually ends up incorporating it into her stand-up in some way.
Writing is a big part of her life.

Spiders.
Drowning.
Kidnapping.

Jordan’s a pretty happy girl, all things considered. She’s never been one to take life too seriously. There’s always a laugh to be found, a smile to share, a reason to keep going. Ever the optimist, Jordan remains upbeat and peppy, even when things are the bleakest.

For such a small frame, Ollie is a source of much pride. Fiercely independent and confident, she doesn’t appreciate others looking down upon her, or trying to do things for her. Just let her do her thing and everything will be groovy. In the case that someone has managed to get on her bad side...well, she’s not afraid of making her opinion known. Rather loudly, mind you, though she’s always been a bit of a loudmouth. Add in her tendency to ramble and Ollie can quickly find herself in a bad situation.

The girl is a rather expressive person emotionally. Her mood is usually plastered all over her face. Try as she might, she just can’t hide it well. She wears her heart on her sleeve, yet even after having it tramped on time and time again, she still chooses to see the good in people. Everybody has their story. Sometimes our stories cross paths, even intertwining at times...but that can come to an end so suddenly. Don’t worry about the time that will never be, just be grateful for the time that was there.

Minimum Wage or otherwise known as just enough to never run out of instant noodles.

Upper Lower Class

Jordan’s about as frugal with cash as they come. She can stretch just about every penny out of a dollar. She does splurge a little for Netflix and WoW, but those are the essentials, really.

She’s yet another Dorm Baby.

Portsmouth, Ohio.

Born to a laborer and a school teacher, Jordan was the second child, two years after her big brother Thomas. Six years later, out popped the twins, Tabitha and Alice. And about a year after that she got another brother: Gregory.

Obviously, that many children called for a bit more cashola to support the homestead. Jordan’s mother picked up another job after school and was just usually gone. Thomas and Ollie took on the responsibility of taking care of the younger ones. Sure there was a babysitter, but she would usually plop down on the couch, get insanely high, ignoring everyone altogether. But the little Phillips children were able to keep the younger ones from spontaneous combusting, so that was awesome.

Jordan had a pretty normal childhood otherwise. Rather loving and supportive parents, a decent number of friends on the block, a couple cats. Everything was great. The only bad part of it was that she lived in Ohio, the Great Nothing state. But then...

Her junior year of high school, Jordan was urged heavily by her guidance counselor to start applying to schools with decent English programs. So she did. She heard back from a few but...there was one that stuck out. Hollywood Academy. She had always wanted to go to California and now? She was offered a ticket there, complete with education. It was a pretty easy choice. So yeah, she’d go, play the little game, get oogled at. In the end, she’d get a little piece of paper saying essentially “You rock, dude.” Which was sad. That’s all that was standing between her and unending success? None of it mattered. In the end, she still won. And isn’t that all that’s required? With an invite and later a scholarship offered by the California grand university, it’s all she needed or wanted.

English was my favorite subject by a country mile. English didn’t involve numbers. This pleased me.