Post by holly-lynn moore on Mar 24, 2009 17:10:27 GMT -5
HOLLY-LYNN MOORE 'S BEEN ON THE RUN
DRIVING IN THE SUN
LOOKING OUT FOR NUMBER ONE.
hey, you! yeah, i'm talking to you. wake the hell up! good.
welcome to the stay classy tour. it is
mandatory that you fill out this paperwork. yes, all of it. why?
because we doggone said so, that's why! now take a seat and
please be quiet. i said be quiet!
CALIFORNIA HERE WE COME,
RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM.
"well, I actually hate the lynn, so just call me Holly. haha. My closest buddies like to call me Hol when they're being lazy assholes, though, so anything really works."
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
"I'm pretty sure the boobs make it obvious that I am female...well, okay, they aren't very large, but they're there got damn it!"
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"You're not supposed to ask a lady that! haha, I'm nineteen years old, bruh. My birthday is the lovely date of April Seventeenth. And that makes me a lovely Aries...aren't they goats or summin? I dunno."
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
"how do I stay in shape? um, probably because I have this issue about sitting still, so I'm always hopping and jumping everywhere. Of course sports and me don't mix well...ditto with actual working out...so, yeah, it kind of amazes me how skinny I am. I think, as I said before, it's cause I'm always moving. "
OH, I'LL HAVE TO TRY THAT. MOVING ON: YOUR HAIR, IS THAT YOUR NATURAL COLOR?
"I HATE THAT QUESTION. Yes, it damn well is. Well, the blonde is...the other colors I put in sometimes aren't. But I swear the blonde is."
DON'T MEAN TO BE A PEST BUT, HOW TALL ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Well, I'm 5'6. I guess I'm cool with it...like, I'm not freakishly short, and I'm still shorter than all my boyfriends, so it's all good, really."
SO, WHAT BAND ARE YOU IN BABY? WHAT DO YOU PLAY?
"finally a polite question. I'm in the lovely Taller Than Tom...yeah, great name, I know. And I'm obviously the lead vocalist!"
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
"huh, never really thought about it. Who's he again? I don't watch much television. But, sure, he could be. I don't really know to care. Nah mean? Oh, what about me? Um, I'm straight, but gay kids are cool, too. but I'm not into the ladies, sorry."
OH REALLY? WELL, WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT. EVER BEEN SAILING?
"Hellz to the yeah! I love adventure, and getting into trouble, and being crazy, and all that jazz. Do you even have to ask? Just look at me..okay, don't, I don't look adventerous, but I am god damn it!"
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
"play hop scotch, mostly, when I'm not singin'. Or, just, like...do whatever. I really love doin' things off a whim...like just thinking of something completely kick ass to do, and doing it, no questions ask. Only it's sooo hard to find someone to do it with me! it makes me sad. I also like dancing on tables...even though I kinda can't dance? it's fun, shut up."
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
"wellll, I really like to talk! talktalktalk, I never shut up, or so everyone seems to think. I alsooo really love signing! Obviously. And I...enjoy boys? if that makes any sense. Which I think it does. I also enjoy...the word enjoy. It's cool. And bright colors. Like fuckin' orange and yellow! And fruit flavored candy...so yumalicious. Anddd, I like bouncing around, and walking, and fast food, and preforming, and people! I love people! Even if they don't like me."
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
"I really hatehatehate being bored. and boring people! and boring colors. and I can't stand being lied to, even if it's for my own good. I always tell the truth, so why can't everyone else? fuck. I'm also not a fan of screamo music...but I can stand it sometimes...I guess..."
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
"well, I must say I'm a pretty damn good singer, fuck to the yes. I also play piano, mhmm, and I'm good at that. I'm also good at making people smile, or so I hear a lot! Everyone's like 'holly, you make me smile!' and I'm like 'yeah, I know'. haha. Anyway, I'm good at a lot, I guess. I'm pretty good at being honest...no, very good. I pretty much never lie. And I'll tell people the truth, even if they don't wanna hear it."
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"well..um..I'm not too good at making friends, oddly. Or at telling who my real friends are. I tend to think everyone who's nice to me is my friend...and then I kinda latch on to them, and cling, and they end up hating me. Whatever. I also can't cook to save my life, but...I try. I swear I've even burnt cereal once...well, no I haven't, but I totally could."
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
"PROBABLY. I suck at holding my breath."
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
"I like cute, sweet, romantic guys...it kinda sucks, cause those are always the ones who like commitment...and I hate the stuff. It's icky. I just want to have fun, and they want a real relationship. And they they get mad when I break up with them after a few days! it's so annoying! but, anyway...I like dark hair, but light hair is cool, too. And I love scruffy facial hair, but only sometimes. pale skin is always a plus. And being fun is a must have. I can't stand dull people."
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
"guys who get mad at me for breaking up with them! gr! I still want to be friends...and maybe fool around, but they get all pissy. I also don't like guys who won't do fun stuff with me. Like dance on bars. Dull people are...dull. Red hair is a definite turn off...although it can be kinda cute, as long as they can actually pull it off...but most can't."
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
"YOU DON'T?! I thought you loved me!"
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
"Okie Dokie Artichokie."
FAVORITE FOOD?
"COFFEE. ...that isn't a food? okay, then, um...jolly ranchers? Oh, that's a candy. Burgers then, I guess. From McDonalds, obviously."
FAVORITE MOVIE?
"BLADES OF GLORY. What's not to love about two dudes skating together? plus Will=<3. Oh, and Clerks 1&2. Wait, I can't have two favorites? not cool."
FAVORITE BAND/ARTIST?
"Phantom Planet! Fo Sho."
FAVORITE DRINK?
"FINALLY! now can I say coffee? or Amps? Anything with caffeine, really."
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
"ummmm...in school? Math. No, kidding, kidding. English I guess."
FAVORITE SPICE GIRL?
"BABY. I used to think I was like her, but cooler when I was little...I still kinda do. I just need the accent."
FAVORITE TV SHOW?
"SEINFELD. Oh my god! I love him. Kramer is love."
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
"I like Spring, and Easter. It's so rainy and lovely, and the easter bunny brings kids candy!"
FAVORITE WORD?
"I really love the word...ummm...wow, who thought this would be so hard? there are so many words! um, I like...the word...'faaantastic'. because it's faaantastic!"
FAVORITE FAMOUS DEAD PERSON?
"Ringo Star! ...he's not dead? um, then the dead Beatle..."
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
"Morning time, baby. Like, at four in the morning when no one else is awake. It's really the only time I can ever just be calm..."
FAVORITE COLOR?
"YELLOW! Or orange! or pink. or brightbrightbright red. or purple! or even white! or sometimes black. It all depends, really."
FAVORITE BOOK?
"uh...I don't read much...so, harry potter."
FAVORITE TOY?
"I LOVE ALL TOYS! but I really love those little dogs that move around and park. fur real friends, or whatever? as a kid I liked etch a sketches, though!"
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
"uh, I'd say I'm pretty loud...most people agree. I'm outgoing to the max, but you'll learn to love it. I'm touchy feely as all hell, and I see nothing wrong with walking up to random people and licking their nose, or hugging them as a way of greeting, even if I just met them. I'm blunt and childish when I tell people things, which annoys a lot of people, I think. That being said, I'm annoying! Yep, I know it, but I'm not gonna change or anything. I'm really just Holly, I guess..."
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
"Well, there's my mom and dad. Mom's great, she's always supported my music. Dad's a lawyer, he's pretty chill...he gives me all the money I need. My twin brother Luke is a total jock, in college for it and everything, and he's my best friend. I miss him! And my grampy died last year...but he was great. A writer. He always said I'd be a musician."
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP ON TOUR?
"Well, I was born in New York City. Yes, the big apple. I guess I've always been into singing, and at the beginning of my High School career my family moved to Nashville, where I met my band mates...we just kinda clicked, and started a band, got really good, and ended up here, I guess. It's all kinda been like, in a blur for me...in a good way."
RIGHT ON, MY FRIEND. SO, CAN YOU TELL US WHAT WAS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
"My first piano concert! lame, I know, but it was great. Seeing everyone clapping for me. I just felt wanted, you know? I never felt too wanted, I felt like veryone liked my brother more...I know now that they did, but right then I felt wanted, and needed, and talented, and the closest to perfect I knew I would ever get."
HOW, LOVELY. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR WORST MEMORY?
"my grandfathers funeral wasn't that bad...what was bad was going into the hospital and seeing him lay on his bed dead. That shook the hell out of me...to see what the alcohol had done to him...you'd think it would make me want to never drink again, but I still drink. just a bit, though, really."
NOW, JUST WONDERING. WHAT RELIGION ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"I'm agnostic. Give me proof that there is or is not a god, and then I'll believe in your religion, for now I'm sticking with mine."
WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
"well, I'm obviously a musician at the moment...hoping to stay like that forever, but I know it won't happen. I'm no Paul Mcartney. I'll probably end up in the fast food business before long, don't worry."
WHAT HAPPENED TO BE YOUR FIRST WORDS?
"My mom says it was 'coke'...yeah, I dunno. I was a weird baby."
OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
"I really want to find a guy that will hurt me like I've hurt all the guys who claim I hurt them...haha, weird, I know, but that's one of my wishes. I also wish for a bunch of starbursts, and a truck load of amps. Fuck, there goes my wishes."
WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
"Pretty damn fascinating, yeah."
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
"No, I'm single, thank god. I hate being taken."
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
"We should go somewhere fun! Like bowling, or rollerblading, or sneak into some abandoned building and hang out! ...that isn't safe? Um, well, then I guess you could just try to swoon me and be romantic and do diner and a movie? I love that shit, it's just like in movies."
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
"Sure! I have nothing better to do! Even if you're not quite my type..."
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
"um, well, you should probably know that I am absolutely obsessed with energy drinks...so I usually have about two with me...at all times. I like to warn people, because they usually ask if I'm on drugs when I start bouncing...not literally! well, yeah, kinda literally."
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
"...NO! I thought we were going to go out! Fuck this shit, I'm going home."
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ON THE STEREO,
LISTEN AS WE GO,
DRIVING DOWN THE 101.
Elizabeth has been trying to escape this doggone planet for almost sixteen years,
but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for 1.5 years.
too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in
the eastern timezone. you can always reach them at PM.
hold up, you'll need the password, which is ANBLIN and we'll need
to see some proof that you're a GIRL. yep, pull down those pants.
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:
LISTEN AS WE GO,
DRIVING DOWN THE 101.
Elizabeth has been trying to escape this doggone planet for almost sixteen years,
but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for 1.5 years.
too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in
the eastern timezone. you can always reach them at PM.
hold up, you'll need the password, which is ANBLIN and we'll need
to see some proof that you're a GIRL. yep, pull down those pants.
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:
Owen had to admit this whole cruise thing was pretty fuckin' sweet. It was like a free pass to do his favorite thing; laze around all day and partay all night. And no one could even yell at him..he was there for relaxation, was he not? so the fact that he hadn't been waking up until at least noon for the past couple nights, which was basically since the cruise started, was pretty much fuckin' normal, was it not? Oh, who was he kidding, he didn't give a shit even if it wasn't. He just wanted to play some pac man. Or whatever there were in fucking arcades...that game with the white balls that you threw? That was always fun.
He got up out of his bed, in his dark cabin...he liked it dark, though, so he wasn't complaining. He threw on some pants, a shirt, and some shoes, before running a hand through his hair, throwing one of his many hats on top of it, covering up the messy brown locks. Even if he didn't have overly long hair it was still pretty messy, but he didn't really give a shit. He just walked down to the arcade with his lopsided, slightly lazy looking, walk, and walked in...seeing a bunch of little kids, and some younger teenagers. Like fucking thirteen year olds. It was nuts. And yet he didn't just turn around and leave.
Instead he looked around the place in a curious manner. "Where the hell is the pac man...or that game where you hit the rodents with the hammers?" He asked, speaking more to himself than anyone in the place, even though he said it in a rather loud voice. Arcades sure had changed since his day...not that his day was too long ago, as he was only twenty years old, but he loved pretending to be so mature, and bad ass...even though he kind of, you know, wasn't.
He walked around the place with a confused look on his face. Why would anyone want to play these fucking games? They looked fucking lame. Fuck. Kids sure were boring lately...unless they were the kind you could introduce to booze and boobs. That was always fun. He grinned at the thought, finally finding a fucking pacman machine type thing.
"Hell to the yes!" He shouted, walking over to it, and reaching into his pocket for some change, which he was surprised he even had. He didn't usually carry around change, and yet he had four quarters. He intended on wasting all of them on that stupid game, too, and then cashing in his bills for more. He knew how addicting that kinda shit could be. He popped a coin in the machine, and it didn't turn on...of course being Owen he didn't see that it needed fifty cents...or maybe he did, and just wanted to make a scene.
"What the fuck?!" He pretty much yelled, hitting the thing with a closed fist. "This fucking thing just took my money...how the hell do I get it back?" He looked around, looking for someone who worked there, or someone who could help him, or something. "A whole fucking quarter wasted..." He muttered. Not that a quarter was a lot...certainly not...even if he wasn't the richest guy, even if he was only a mediocre actor, he still had quite a bit of money. How else would he have afforded this trip?
He got up out of his bed, in his dark cabin...he liked it dark, though, so he wasn't complaining. He threw on some pants, a shirt, and some shoes, before running a hand through his hair, throwing one of his many hats on top of it, covering up the messy brown locks. Even if he didn't have overly long hair it was still pretty messy, but he didn't really give a shit. He just walked down to the arcade with his lopsided, slightly lazy looking, walk, and walked in...seeing a bunch of little kids, and some younger teenagers. Like fucking thirteen year olds. It was nuts. And yet he didn't just turn around and leave.
Instead he looked around the place in a curious manner. "Where the hell is the pac man...or that game where you hit the rodents with the hammers?" He asked, speaking more to himself than anyone in the place, even though he said it in a rather loud voice. Arcades sure had changed since his day...not that his day was too long ago, as he was only twenty years old, but he loved pretending to be so mature, and bad ass...even though he kind of, you know, wasn't.
He walked around the place with a confused look on his face. Why would anyone want to play these fucking games? They looked fucking lame. Fuck. Kids sure were boring lately...unless they were the kind you could introduce to booze and boobs. That was always fun. He grinned at the thought, finally finding a fucking pacman machine type thing.
"Hell to the yes!" He shouted, walking over to it, and reaching into his pocket for some change, which he was surprised he even had. He didn't usually carry around change, and yet he had four quarters. He intended on wasting all of them on that stupid game, too, and then cashing in his bills for more. He knew how addicting that kinda shit could be. He popped a coin in the machine, and it didn't turn on...of course being Owen he didn't see that it needed fifty cents...or maybe he did, and just wanted to make a scene.
"What the fuck?!" He pretty much yelled, hitting the thing with a closed fist. "This fucking thing just took my money...how the hell do I get it back?" He looked around, looking for someone who worked there, or someone who could help him, or something. "A whole fucking quarter wasted..." He muttered. Not that a quarter was a lot...certainly not...even if he wasn't the richest guy, even if he was only a mediocre actor, he still had quite a bit of money. How else would he have afforded this trip?
CALIFORNIA HERE WE COME,
RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM.
say hold up, wait a minute. let me put some pimpin' in
it! yep, that's right, this sexy application template was made
by yours truly: CHRISS a.k.a. LENNY GOT LAID ?! @
CAUTION 2.0. yeah, see those fawesome lyrics? that be
california by none other than phantom planet. and by the way,
if you happen to remove this little credit, i'll sned vampires
after you in the night to rip out your jugular. and they won't
be as sexy as you think the cullens are. uh-huh.
