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I'm still onto you Jude! Trying to steal my fanbase! With your newfound dancing skills! I know soon enough you'll be doing musicals and Star Wars and full frontals! YOU CANNOT FOOL ME!!
In other news, Jude is the new Dr. Evil. Though he strokes himself instead of a pussy.
Also, he's going to be the next Bond girl.
Someone needs to come visit (KeriKeriKeri). And where are you Nat?! Up and disappeared, damn it. COME BACK! Sob.
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| Hee hee Bloody hell |
[09 Oct 2003|10:57pm] |
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Jude, for God's sake, lay off the medication.
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| I love the smell of leather. |
[09 Oct 2003|10:18pm] |
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I felt a strange need to update. So here it goes.
My eyebrow itches.
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[06 Oct 2003|12:13am] |
Well then. Everyone else has said something about the recent past events, so no need for me to, aye?
I updated my friends list. Be proud. And hey, new icons. Fucking yay.
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| Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies |
[03 Oct 2003|04:28am] |
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Tomorrow is the party that many are dreading, but I'm looking forward to it. I don't really think Sadie would do anything horrible at her daughter's birthday party, though I could be wrong. I won't hesitate to help her out of the house if she does try something.
I convinced Iris that she shouldn't do my hair for the party (she had Jude's all in pigtails) by offering a ride on my motorbike. What's that? Bribery? Yes. Afterall, ( this ) isn't attractive.
Mia has been a pleasure to be around. To say the least. I doubt she realizes how much I appreciate her being here. I wonder if she knows that she rolls all over the bed once I crawl out of it. Oops, she does now. ;)
I've picked up a couple new habits here. I've started smoking again, so I guess that's really just an old habit. I've managed to keep it from Curious George, though. He always used to nag me about smoking. I also find myself waking up nearly every morning to catch a glimpse of the sunrise. Sometimes I go back to sleep afterward, but I usually just stay up and drink my coffee. I'm always shivering like crazy, and I end up drinking too much coffee, but it's nice anyway.
Am I rambling yet?
Edit: Whoops, I changed my layout again. I'm a restless bastard. { Snagged the bg from ewanspotting. }
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[26 Sep 2003|12:21am] |
Stare at the screen until everything blurs together and nothing makes sense. Not even when you focus. And you wonder why the radio is playing the same song over and over, but you don't care because you keep singing along over and over, and eventually you realise that you put the song on yourself, and when the fuck did that happen? And I keep thinking it's reaper, but all the lyric sites say rebirth.
I have a headache.
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| Hmm. I'm a bastard. |
[24 Sep 2003|11:02pm] |
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[21 Sep 2003|10:38pm] |
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I'm so fucking pissed off.
I have my reasons, which will more than likely be kept to myself. Don't try to pry it out of me, I'll just bite your head off and piss down your throat.
Also, as a completely unrelated statement, I've acquired a strong disliking to Justin Timberlake.
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| A whole lotta ramble |
[16 Sep 2003|04:46am] |
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I feel like wasting space, and what better place to do that than in my journal and on your friends page.
Hello, I'm Ewan, and I'm going insane. Or I'm already there. Depends on who you talk to.
I lighten my accent and slang when around everyone, except for when I'm verrah drunk (the state I'm rapidly approaching) and when I'm verrah tired (also approaching rapidly). If I didn't do this, most of the people I talk to would have no fucking clue as to what I was saying. Which, now that I think about it, could come in quite handy.
I want to go back. Home. Yes. But I'm such a fucking workaholic that I'll probably never have enough time to step foot in my house again. I'd sell it, but I love it, and I'd hate to spoil any parties that my loyal house-sitters enjoy throwing when they think I'm not looking.
I need to go for a ride on my motorbike. I brought it here for a reason, I think. Oh yes. To ride it.
And now I'll leave you with a silly drunken poem. *ahem*
( Nude Jude )
Did I mention there's a reason I keep my poetry to myself?
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[14 Sep 2003|02:23am] |
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You know what really pisses me off? Word searches. When you think you've got the word...but just one letter isn't there. Drives me fucking nuts.
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| Fire and ice, fire and ice |
[09 Sep 2003|05:39pm] |
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Hmm. I decided to be constructive and change my background.
I felt it entitled it's own post.
My mood has somewhat lightened.
I look like a gangster.
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| And when his world is upside down, turn it around |
[09 Sep 2003|05:08pm] |
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I could ramble. I could ramble on and on and on and on about things that don't matter at all. Little things. Funny things. But I'm hot and tired and the combination is making me agitated. I'm not as deep as I'd like to make myself out to be. I'm rather easily amused. I like to have my hair long.
Point? Do I have one? Ever? Rarely. I'm afraid I haven't been around enough for my friends. Nattie, Hayden, Jude...Alyssa, too. Haven't I already stated that I'm a terrible friend? I think so. Can't hurt to say it again. I'm a terrible...everything. Don't get too close, I'll only disappoint. I'm kidding, mostly.
Jude came down under (that could be taken various ways, couldn't it?) to visit. I'd like to think that Alyssa might enjoy the company while I'm working? I hope she is. He's going through a terrible time, with the divorce and all. I find that I vary rarely have any answers, and when I do they aren't very strong ones. I think I might talk in circles. I know I contradict myself. This is where smiling and nodding and making silly jokes comes in handy. Like I said, I'm not deep. Dense, maybe, but not deep.
I'll stop my stupid dribbling and let you return to your regularly scheduled program.
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[22 Aug 2003|03:55pm] |
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*snorts*
A friend just e-mailed me with this quote:
"I'd heard that in "The Pillow Book", Ewan was so well-endowed that his member deserved separate billing."
That amuses me to no end.
Oh. New icons.
( ooc )
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[14 Aug 2003|05:34pm] |
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Ah, ooh, oh. I just choked on my own saliva. I always feel incredibly stupid when that happens.
Curious George and I had a talk recently, and he's agreed to back off. We're on good terms now. Well, better terms, anyway.
I'm a horrible person for being a horrible friend. Nat, we're going to talk soon. I'm determined. Hayden, I'm going to dunk your head into a toilet. Just for fun.
That was spastic and random.
{ My family drives me nuts. >:o I'm sorry. I am trying to be around more. }
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[05 Aug 2003|06:21am] |
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{ Eek. Sorry I've been MIA. Trifle bit busy with life, you know how it goes. I'll be around more soon. Tomorrow? Erm...later today. Haha, I haven't slept yet. The sun's up. I'm rambling. So goodnight morning and sorry and see you soon and all that fun. }
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| My lover is gone. |
[30 Jul 2003|05:55am] |
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Alyssa went to California to visit with Miss Keri, so I'm home alone. Though this is a far cry from home. I've forgotten how quiet it is when there's no one else here. Even if it's just me and her and no one's talking, it seems less quiet than just me. She'll be back on Friday I think, so it's not that bad. Whining just seems to be one of my hobbies.
Things have been going well, though. Filming has backed off a bit, and I've been able to sleep a little more. Tonight being an exception from that, heh. I seem to be in a weirdy mood tonight. I keep looking at the clock, thinking of how horrible I'll look in the morning. But then, I'm always up late, aye? Just who am I talking to, there?
Right, then. My train of thought has derailed, and so I'm going to climb into my very comfortable bed with it's very soft sheets and dream of my very wonderful cookie. Alyssa, that is.
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[22 Jul 2003|12:14pm] |
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I am a firm believer.
That the best part about coffee.
Is licking it from the rim of a mug.
That said, I could use some more.
Hayden stole my idea and passed out. However, if I'd passed out instead, I doubt anything would change as far as filming is concerned. Nat and Hayden are getting time off. I had a lovely conversation with Lucas, which involved him talking and me saying "No." I want you to do this. No. I want you to do that. No. I want you here. No. I want you to talk like this. No. I want you here now. No. And tomorrow. No. And the day after that. No. In fact, I think I need you all week. No no no. But he's the director and I'm just a silly actor. With a silly headache. And a silly attitude. And he hates me, but that's my own fault, I suppose.
I need a shower. And more coffee. An apple would be nice. And sleep. And Alyssa. And...
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| Make it stop make it stop make it stooooooop |
[18 Jul 2003|11:20am] |
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I wish I could come up with something good to write about, but all I can think of is how many names the letter A is in (Alyssa, Ewan, Nat, Hayden, Claire...) and how terribly I wish to crawl back into bed and forget that Star Wars even exists. I'm pretty sure that Lucas hates me; perhaps because I've never held him or filming with him in the highest reguard. I hope he's not expecting me to change my mind, especially when he knows I've only gotten three and a half hours of sleep and I just want to GO HOME.
I'm changing the subject before I go insane and/or whine more. So on to something happier. Hey, weddings are happy, except for the arranged ones. I'm going to Nat's, because as long as she's happy I've no real reason to object to it.
My coffee is gone and my hands are cold again and I'm still tired. I'd get more, but I'd rather wait until later in the day. I'm sneezing and shivering and glaring. What a sight. I don't feel like a Jedi.
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[13 Jul 2003|03:34am] |
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Terribly sorry about the lack of up-dates, but I've either been busy filming or...sleeping. I whine to Nat about it all, which I'm sure she's tired of. I tend to wake Alyssa in the middle of the night. Sorry, love. I try to be quiet, really.
More later, when I'm comprehenisve.
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| Days that never end |
[27 Jun 2003|03:19am] |
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I'm so very tired. If I go to bed, when I go to bed, I'll just end up laying there, staring at the ceiling. Or Alyssa. Or the pillow. Wall. Window. For hours before I pass out. And just a shot time after that the alarm goes off. It's a lovely thing, really.
Speaking of Alyssa...I miss her. Sure, I see her when I wake up and go to bed, but she's rarely awake, and even if she is she's not too coherent. Which I completely understand. I feel bad about it, though. I hope she's not bored out of her mind. She knows she's free to go home if she wants. Or I hope she does. She does now, at least.
This is rambling. It happens when I'm running on adrenaline and alcohol. Ask Nat. I annoy her constantly with my whining and..ramblings. When she goes insane, we'll all know why.
I thought this would be longer, but my thought process is jumbled and all I can think of is the colour of Alyssa's skin in moonlight. I'm certainly not complaining.
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