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I have so many music files on my iPod that I have songs I haven't heard in years. And this song happens to be one of them. Enjoy.
I know this little girl her name is Maxie
Her beauty's like a bunch of rose
And if I ever tell you bout Maxie
You ought to say I don't know what I know
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| I'm going to attempt to be social today! Watch for it. |
[20 Aug 2008|09:03am] |
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It's an (early) Taylor Swift day. |
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I really, really hate that stupid old pick up truck you never let me drive. You're a redneck heartbreak who’s really bad at lying. So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time. As far as I'm concerned you're just another picture to burn.
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| this is why I should stop talking to Anna. EDIT: long live anna: THIS IS NOT EVEN FUNNY. |
[20 Aug 2008|04:38am] |
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skandy kane man vs. math girl: ROUND 1 |
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long live anna: I AM NOW FUELED BY VENGEANCE.
skandar evolves: LIKE BATMAN?
long live anna: YESSS. PREPARE TO BE VANQUISHED.
skandar evolves: YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME.
long live anna: I WILL USE CALCULUS TO FIGURE OUT YOUR EXACT WHEREABOUTS.
skandar evolves: I'LL MOVE AROUND SO MUCH YOU'LL NEVER FIND ME.
long live anna: ugh, i guess that makes sense because you'd have all that sugar in your system to fuel you.
skandar evolves: YEP, you'll never stop me.
long live anna: WHATEVER. math will prevail in the end.
skandar evolves: See, when kids ask "WHAT DO WE NEED MATH FOR ANYWAY?" in classes from now on? This should be what the teachers tell them.
long live anna: i shall be an inspiration to every kid around the world.
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[19 Aug 2008|11:11pm] |
Now comes in the following colors: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) clively
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[19 Aug 2008|09:39pm] |
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Chris Brown on the Suite Life was the greatest thing ever. Chris, do your "Yay Me" for me please?
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[19 Aug 2008|03:54pm] |
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars
Actually I meant three
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[19 Aug 2008|12:30pm] |
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Honey honey, how he thrills me, a-ha, honey honey. Honey honey, nearly kill me, a-ha, honey honey. I've heard about him before, I wanted to know some more and now I know what they mean he's a love machine. Oh, he makes me dizzy! Honey honey, let me feel it, a-ha, honey honey. Honey honey, don't conceal it, a-ha, honey honey. The way that you kiss good night, the way that you hold me tight. I feel like I wanna sing when you do your thing. Honey honey, touch me, baby, a-ha, honey honey. Honey honey, hold me, baby, a-ha, honey honey. You look like a movie star, but I know just who you are and honey to say the least, you're a doggone beast. Honey honey, how you thrill me, a-ha, honey honey. Honey honey, nearly kill me, a-ha, honey honey. I'd heard about you before. I wanted to know some more and now I'm about to see what you mean to me.
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[19 Aug 2008|02:06am] |
One of my boys held a supersoaker to my head and was like "I'ma douse you with all this piss if you don't put that video up."
Aight, Robert, whatever you say. Let's do the "Forks in the Garbage Disposal."
Watching this shit makes me wish I'd taken the time to do skits with him when he was still doing Carnival. Looked like fun.
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| lmao this doesn't give me hope for a future relationship with a woman. |
[19 Aug 2008|12:31am] |
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take you to a gay bar! whatever that songs name is. |
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bonnie on fire: you made me a lesbian!
skandar evolves: YOU'RE A HOT LESBIAN
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[18 Aug 2008|11:03pm] |
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“Me paran siempre en la calle. Mucha gente que comenta. ¡Oye Hector ah! tu estas hecho. Siempre con hembras y en fiestas. Y nadie pregunta si sufro si lloro; si tengo una pena. Que hiere muy hondo. Yo soy el Cantante porque lo mío es cantar. Y el público paga para poderme escuchar.
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[18 Aug 2008|01:58pm] |
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I don't know about you guys, but I'm uber excited for Gossip Girl to premiere.
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[17 Aug 2008|05:22pm] |
I took a literary class in school, and in this class we had a project. Poetry, not exactly my strong suit, but for a grade we do what we need to do. I had a false belief that poetry was corny rhymes that only make sense in greeting cards, but...I learned very differently in that class. One assignment was to write a poem called 'Where I Come From'. I struggled with it for a while, and ended up just rushing to put something on paper before it was due. But I've been thinking about it a lot lately in meeting new people...seeing different kinds of families.
I come from two parents, Gary Wright and Sheila Teague...a mother who kept her last name. They met in art school, Central Saint Martins to be exact. They are free spirits, what some would call lingering hippies. They still feel that free love and truth are all we need in the world. I was raised in a home where I was taught I could be anything in the world I wanted to be. I was raised with music and art all around me all the time. I was raised with smiles and love. My parents aren't like any one else's I know. My mum could easily be my best friend. I can talk with her about anything in the world and feel completely accepted. I don't get that feeling a lot in my life, so knowing that in the place I call home I get it...is really what makes it home for me. And my father...while we don't talk about everything like mum and I do...I know I could if I needed to. It's mostly he who brought the music into my life. I remember sitting around listening to records and learning all the words with him singing at my side. We've communicated through music in my house, we can read one another by the songs we play, know the mood, know what we need. Music is almost a language of its own in my world. I have an older brother, Lewis who while he torments me relentlessly I know loves me very much. He taught me to play footie, but would push me away in front of his friends - friends who if they made fun of his awkward little sister trying to play sports, he'd shove or punch. He's always been protective, the taunts and teasing almost a way of saying 'I love you' in boy language.
I spent so much of my childhood home...be it playing outside with my brother or my friends, or inside laying on my bed reading. I love to read, I'd spend hours every day reading...usually finished all the assigned books and went onto my own before it was time. I loved books, where I could go off into some other world with the characters. Wind in the Willows where I could be near the riverbank with Mole and Mr. Badger; Charlotte's Web where I could travel to the fair with Wilbur and Charlotte and rat, excited to see what she'd write next in her web to save the loving pig. Stuart Little, taking a travel with a very small mouse and his adventures. Adventure was one of the best parts. Harry Potter got my interest from the very beginning, the tale of this very special boy who overcame so many problems to save the world.
When the mentioning of Harry Potter comes into play it seems like it's inevitable to talk about my life on sets and working. And as much as I didn't want to talk about that here I can't avoid that topic, those films are a large part of my life, part that has helped mould me into who I am today. I met amazing people from working on these films, people who will stick with me - be it mentally, emotionally, or physically - for the rest of my life. I couldn't be more grateful for the opportunities I've been given. And not at all meaning the 'fame' or 'fortunes' none of that rubbish at all. More the experience of being on a set, of meeting legends and being accepted by more than just my family. By finding a new family. I make jokes all the time about dreading going back on set and getting up early. I make snide remarks about annoyances with things that happen on that set...but the truth is, I truly dread it all ending. It's been 8 years now...and while I wasn't on the set all that much in the beginning...it's still a huge part of my life.
Lately it seems like everything is getting more and more complicated, my life, my relationships, everything... I thought maybe if I looked back on everything in my life I'd be able to trace the steps to where things went off the steady track they had once been on. But...really just made me miss the past, miss when life was simple. It seems like once you hit the age of 15 or 16 everything grows increasingly more complicated in life. Maybe its just the mindset of a teenager, maybe we make it that way....but it doesn't change the fact that it is for me. Oh how I miss the days of pushing a boy down to show him you fancied him, slumber parties and pillow fights not having to have some porn fantasy undertone, going to parties not meaning you were some 'wild child'....what happened to streamers and balloons? Next year for my birthday, that's what I want. I want the party you'd give a five year old. I want a piñata filled with candy, I want ice cream with sprinkles and those big fat numbers on the cake. I want bright balloons and silly games. Allow me to regress...I miss simplicity.
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| celeb secret submission post #11 |
[17 Aug 2008|06:01pm] |
Submit your secrets here! All comments are screened, anonymous comments are enabled. Secrets may be graphics or text secrets. Graphic secrets should not exceed 600x600 pixel dimensions. If submitting a graphic, please upload it onto an image hosting site such as tinypic or imageshack and please only comment with the url of the picture itself. Secrets will be posted every Sunday. The cut-off for submissions will be Sunday at 12:00AM EST.
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[17 Aug 2008|01:17pm] |
Take my photo off the wall
If it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to prove
Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems likes such fun
Until you lose what you had won
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[17 Aug 2008|05:25am] |
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there's got to be more to life than this, there's got to be more to everything I thought exists.
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[17 Aug 2008|02:28am] |
"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
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[17 Aug 2008|01:37am] |
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Hiatus.
Return Date: September 1st. 2008.
Anything me and mine should know, leave it here. Comments will be screened.
Bale, don't forget that coffee. ;)
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