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[20 Aug 2008|02:16pm] |
trouble travels fast when you're specially designed for crash testing or wearing wool sunglasses in the afternoon. come on and tell us what you're trying to prove because it's a battle when you dabble in war. you store it up, unleash it, then you piece it together whether the storm drain running rampant. just stamp it and send it to somebody who's pretending to care. just cash in your blanks for little toy tanks. learn how to use them, then abuse them and choose them over conversations. relationships are overrated, "I hated everyone" said the sun. and so i will cook all your books. you're too good looking and mistooken. you could watch it instead from the comfort of your burning beds. or you can sleep through the static.
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[19 Aug 2008|11:11pm] |
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Now comes in the following colors: clively
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[20 Aug 2008|12:25pm] |
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you're a virgin who can't drive.
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[19 Aug 2008|08:39am] |
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you are not alone, dear loneliness
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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|01:37am] |
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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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[11 Aug 2008|05:20pm] |
Hey, celeb, how about some fun?
Since I'm too lazy to find some amusing quote to use as a placeholder, I figured I'd drag you all into a little game. Now, due to the recent, rather harsh anonymous tendencies, I figured we could switch it up with a post filled only with positivity. This is how the game works: You comment this post and then your friends, or even strangers who admire you from afar, will comment you back with something, anything: a song that reminds you of them, a funny joke, or maybe just a declaration of admiration or something nice. I'll try to reply to everyone with something, but obviously I'm not close enough with all of you to be able and get something really meaningful to everyone, which is where your friends step in. This is also a great way to strike up conversation with someone you may not have talked to before! You're free to comment anyone else with anything, anonymous or not. However, if someone decides to be an ass, I won't hesitate to delete the comments. This wasn't meant to be an anonymous bashing session. Everyone is welcome to comment, whether we talk or not. This is free to anyone and everyone who wants to participate. Ready, celeb? Go!  |
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[09 Aug 2008|03:36am] |
My Dearest Banana,
Eric Banadinovich, today is your birthday and you are officially forty with the body of a man much younger and the mentality to match. There are few people in this world that can have me in stitches one moment and crying the next, but you're definitely one of them. You've become a good friend after so long and I know that you'll be well taken care of on your birthday by one Natalie Portman. I promise the next time we get together, there's a cake coming to you, but until then, please settle for my undying love and devotion. I hope your birthday is lovely, Eric, and that today brings you nothing but happiness. My birthday post is nothing compared to Nata-bear's, but it's still from me and the heart. Expect gushing calls of 'Oooh, forty!' You know, the usual.
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