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Just when you thought you'd gotten rid of me, I'm back....well, so much for including an analogy. My brain can't even process.
I've more or less been hiding in Manchester doing nothing. Everyone loses touch with themselves at some point, right? I suppose you could say I became disconnected from real life and everyone for a while.
I still owe you something that qualifies as a visit, and not just being in the same town. And no, I didn't forget. And I don't plan to.
But, I'm alive. Don't bother welcoming me back.
PS: In case you were wondering about my icon, I didn't happen to turn Texan during my absence.
( OOC )
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[Friday, July 25 at 8:43PM] |
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john mayer > no such thing |
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So much for staying dead.
AIM - dude its dom
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[Monday, July 21 at 6:44PM] |
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All of my friends seemed to have died off to some mysterious place, so I think I'll be doing the same.
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[Sunday, July 13 at 11:59PM] |
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saves the day > at your funeral |
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I've come to the wonderful conclusion that I have no life, and I'm extremely anti-social unless I'm around my friends.
Wasn't that a nice update to clutter up your friends' page with?
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[Friday, July 04 at 1:39PM] |
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ok go > don't ask me |
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Happy 4th of July, you bloody Americans. Everyone else (like me) -- have a nice Friday.
...this time around in New York, I'm actually going to visit you, instead of just saying that I am.
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[Thursday, July 03 at 5:22PM] |
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sum 41 > over my head (better off dead) |
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Hm, what to write about? I don't think I ever thanked ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) _laetitia_casta properly for being the first one to make me laugh in a long, long time. :shakes head: Tig. I had forgotten all about it, how terrible.
I think I'm supposed to go back to London in a few days for some reshooting of scenes from Spivs, but I'm not even sure. It'd be nice if my agent would just give me a clear answer for a change. Chances are that I probably won't be in Los Angeles for too much longer.
I suppose I should tell all you Americans "Happy 4th of July" since I more than likely won't be posting tomorrow because of my sporadic posting habits. So...go light some fireworks, or something. Have a blast.
This update really has no point, just like all my others, except that I have a new icon if you didn't notice it before.
Edit: Forgot to mention that I changed my screen name. It's might be merry now, if you didn't catch that the first time around.
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[Tuesday, July 01 at 11:30PM] |
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dashboard confessional > living in your letters |
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While I still have time -- Happy birthday, Liv. I didn't forget.
Flowers?
...Actual flowers
I don't know..
Hope your day was great. Enjoy.
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[Sunday, June 29 at 12:20PM] |
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matchbox twenty > unwell |
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If you're reading this, then I'm in Los Angeles. I got a little tired of sitting around New York, so I thought I'd head back to my place and....well, sit around there instead. I really, really need a life.
I remember telling a magazine a while ago that I was going to buy some property in New Zealand and probably end up living there...now, I'm not so sure. It's a lovely place, really, but I just can't see myself settling down there anytime soon. Plus, it's even farther away from Manchester than...Los Angeles, for example. Or at least, I think it is.
Anyways, this update had no real point to it other than to say that I'm still alive -- for now. And so, I leave you with lyrics.
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Intrepret those the way you want; I don't really care what you think of me. I wonder why I've been in this terrible mood the last two weeks. Oh wait, I remember.
...I was supposed to be leaving, wasn't I?
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[Friday, June 13 at 2:58PM] |
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eve 6 > here's to the night |
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So. I have absolutely nothing to update about.
Talked to Orli the other night for a while about girls. It was kinda interesting, and some good points were made.
Love, I still owe you the karaoke night. Let me know when a good time is for you, or even where you're at right now.
This concludes the update from the land of Dom Monaghan.
PS: elijah__wood, when did you get here?
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[Monday, June 09 at 9:54PM] |
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new found glory > broken sound |
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I've been around. I've been taking some long walks around downtown New York at night just to think everything over.
From all this thinking, I don't think I've learned much.
I'll be around.
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[Friday, June 06 at 11:08PM] |
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What in God's name happened? I leave the AIM world for a couple days, come back, and see one hell of a confusing update on my friends' page.
Damn me and my bloody horrible timing at coming online. :sighs:
If you need to talk to me, about anything, you know where to find me.
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[Thursday, June 05 at 9:28AM] |
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ok go > don't ask me |
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Crimeny. Why is there so much hate on my friends' page? It seems like you all blew a gasket or two.
I'm in New York to visit Liv, and yet neither one of us has made an effort to visit the other. How pathetic.
Well, I'm not in one of the best moods right now, so I'll call this the end of my "update" and I'll consider updating again later. The only point of this was to ask why my friends' page is screaming bloody murder, anyway.
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[Tuesday, June 03 at 12:11AM] |
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dashboard confessional > the best deceptions & this ruined puzzle |
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So. Your life is sad when you're talking to a person more in comments than you do on AIM, even when you're both signed on.
Why..can I not shake this guilty feeling, even when I was only telling the truth? I don't see her that way, and I told her, even after all she had told me. And she accepted it. So why do I still feel bad about it? I was honest, I didn't lead her on. I didn't do anything to make myself feel like this. Damnit, here comes that cursed headache back to bother me again.
This visit was meant for good reasons. Instead, it's starting to go down the drain.
..Maybe I'll be leaving for Los Angeles sooner than I thought.
Bloody hell. You confuse the shit out of me.
( I've written you a note.. )
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[Sunday, June 01 at 3:15AM] |
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bowling for soup > all figured out |
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So.
I leave for New York on my flight at 9 AM. It's 3 AM, and I definetely cannot sleep at all. Always good to know that you're awake 6 hours before you're supposed to leave for the States. To top it all off, I'm getting the same damn headache I've had off and on the past two or three days all over again.
Went out for a few beers with Orli tonight at one of the pubs. It was fun; we haven't been out to do that in a long while. Filming, I tell you. It ruins everything socially except for those things you do with your cast mates. Forget other relationships. They just don't work. You never have any time. Or, in my case, you have to break up with someone in order go to film a movie or three...but then again, I prefer not to think about having to go through that. Was a bloody tough choice, you know. I'm done talking about it. The realization that I lost one of the greatest women I've ever known over the making of three movies still has a sting, even four years later.
I cannot believe that I am flying for 7 hellish hours on an airplane in less than 6 hours, to Liv's place, to turn off the damn Halloween marathon on her TV that will be over by the time I get there.
Where the hell are Sean, Billy and Elijah? Bloody wenches had better get their asses journals soon, and fast. Either that or they can expect many, many messages on their cell phones and answering machines.
I'm learning that at 3:20 in the morning, I am not in a very good mood. And also that I like to rant pointlessly for paragraphs on end.
I think I'll be off now to try and get at least a couple hours of sleep before I have to get up and do all my last minutes chores. Maybe this bitch of a migraine will decide to leave me alone, once and for all.
Hmph. The things I'd do for you.
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[Thursday, May 29 at 10:01PM] |
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alkaline trio > hell yes |
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So. I read my friends' page and apparently missed the time when both of my two favorite the two LOTR people here were online at the same time. My stupid mistake. I always have bad timing, as of late it's been seeming to be amplified.
I have nothing to update about, because as usual, I've been doing nothing other than being a lazy bum and walking around town pointlessly. I really lead a Godawful life when it comes to excitement.
Where's Domy? -- I'm here, Liv, really. The question is, do I want to be? I'll be around tomorrow, more than likely.
I suppose I'll go back to sitting here and staring at the screen, looking for music to download and property to buy in New Zealand, because no one talks to me anyway.
Why has today been such a shitty day? Oh wait, I remember.
Blah. This update sucked.
Edit: Oops, forgot to mention that I hung out with Orlando. Hm.
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