Post by Ollie Todd on Apr 3, 2009 11:59:52 GMT -5
Oliver Dallas Todd '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 When You Were Young 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.
"ollie is cool... one think you’ll never know is I’m really Oliver the III ... yeah, I’m the third guy in my family in a row named Oliver... but I’ll never tell...oops."
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
"i’mma real boy!"
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"you where worrying? I don’t think i look like a chick.... but whatev... I’m nineteen years young, born in march on the twenty seventh day to be exact... and to be even exacter at 6:36am. And my sign is fishys... what makes no sence cause i can’t swim."
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
"umm... candy, flailing, spazzing - and yes flailing and spazzing are two different things, running around with a camera taking pictures of anything and everything, plus my time travel portal helps.”
OH, I'LL HAVE TO TRY THAT. MOVING ON: YOUR HAIR, IS THAT YOUR NATURAL COLOR?
"why yes it is. Everyone in my family has the same color hair... ya know, this sorta yicky excuse for sandy brown..."
DON'T MEAN TO BE A PEST BUT, HOW TALL ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"I’m five foot seven inches... thats normal right? Oh wellz. I love me the way i am."
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
"ummm... huh, who? I have no idea who that is... but... good for him! As for me i believe love is love... not that i have to worry bout that seeing as I’m way to weird to attract anyone... =( lol"
OH REALLY? WELL, WHAT BAND ARE YOU IN WHAT'S YOUR POSITION?
"i play the bass guitarrrr for run, forest!"
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
"i take pictures of everything, ya know, pictures are moments remembered forever, and i wanna remember this tour forever. I also clean stuff, I’m a bit germ-phobic, everything has to be perfect all the time, I’m a bit OCD, or cdo - cause that’s in alphabetical order... i play my bass all the time, and drink coffee - as long as i could see who made it... you know, make sure they didn’t touch it... okay... done rambling."
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
"i love music, and pictures, and bright colors, smiles, hugs, hot coffee on a cold day, or cold coffee on a hot day for that matter... i love my glasses seeing as I’m basically blind without them, i love my bass, chillaxing with people... ya know just livin’ it up."
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
"i hate drunk people, dear god they scare the shizzle outta me... so do drugs, and sweaty people and fans who wanna keep touching me - ie patting my back or hugging me... who knows what kind of germs they have on them. I also dislike it when people move my glasses, or take them to be funny... cause that’s not funny..."
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
"taking pictures, playing bass, making a complete fool of myself... ya know, the norm."
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"un... everything else. I’m a clutz, I’m pretty much blind at nineteen, i can’t write lyrics to save my life, i can’t even string together a normal sentence most of the time..."
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
"...you wanna bet? Wash your hands real quick and I’ll prove you wrong... what i dunno what you’ve touched"
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
"someone who doesn’t think I’m a weird-o would be nice..."
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
"what?! You think I’m a weird-o? ... I’m hurt"
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
"... =("
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?
"i guess, but don’t expect me to forgive you from the last few things you’ve said to me..."
FAVORITE FOOD?
"i really like the vegan pizza my mom used to make me"
FAVORITE MOVIE?
"ummm... Monty Python; search for the holy grail"
FAVORITE BAND/ARTIST?
"ummm... i like just about everything..."
FAVORITE DRINK?
"oh dear god, coffee."
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
"...I’m good at everything when it comes to school... but probably math"
FAVORITE SPICE GIRL?
"honestly, my mom had a huge obsession with them... not they creep me out"
FAVORITE TV SHOW?
"...anything that will make me laugh."
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
"lets say spring, and holiday...ummm all of them... except st patricks day.. .everyone is drunk and is pinching everybody else... not fun.."
FAVORITE WORD?
"hi? I dunno..."
FAVORITE FAMOUS DEAD PERSON?
"umm... the wright brothers, or someone cool like that..."
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
"all the time!"
FAVORITE COLOR?
"umm... can’t pick one... all of them"
FAVORITE BOOK?
"oh wow... i love reading... not fair... i can’t pick one book either..."
FAVORITE TOY?
"my new amazing camera and all the lenses... oh my god... thats love right there"
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
"umm, I’m weird. I smile a lot, i love my friends to death, i love music my bandmates, I’d like to think I’m a good friend, and weird friend but hopefully a trust worthy one."
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
"my family are just small town type family, my mom owned this little pizza shop thing on the corner, my dad work at a advertising company, i went to school - i graduated two years early- and i played bass in a band called Run, Forest! And ta-da look where i am today, i bet none of you thought that the weird OCD kid in high school would be on stage rockin’ haha"
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN AT THIS TOUR?
"i hooked up with Run, Forest! We worked our butts off, and now we’re making something of ourselves."
RIGHT ON, MY FRIEND. SO, CAN YOU TELL US WHAT WAS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
"my favorite memory was either getting my bass or getting my camera..."
HOW, LOVELY. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR WORST MEMORY?
"school... i was good at it, too good at it, everyone made fun of me, through food at me just to watch me freak out about having a stain on my shirt..."
NOW, JUST WONDERING. WHAT RELIGION ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"my whole family is Christian. But i can’t figure out how any of that stuff could have happened... so... i dunno"
WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
"photography or stay in music and make it big... i think I’ll go with the second one..."
WHAT HAPPENED TO BE YOUR FIRST WORDS?
"mama... interesting i know."
OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
"oh wow! I wish for candy i wish for germX and i wish for a cheesecake! ...shoot i just wasted all my wishes... =("
WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
"... oh well at least i have cheesecake, candy and germX..."
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
"riiiiiight... no."
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
"um... i dunno... I’m not good at picking."
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
"umm... sure"
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
"ummm... I’m creeped out"
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
"...no way, what if i get dust on my shirt... -runs away-"
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ON THE STEREO,
LISTEN AS WE GO,
DRIVING DOWN THE 101.
garrett has been trying to escape this doggone planet for eighteen years,
but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for 6 months or so years.
too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in
the est timezone. you can always reach them at PM.
hold up, you'll need the password, which is YOU'RE SO GOOD AT STRETCHING THE TRUTH INTO A SUGAR-COATED LIE and we'll need
to see some proof that you're a BOY. yep, pull down those pants.
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:
Stephen walked into the mall, he enjoyed treating himself to new clothes every now and again... really, who didn’t? He didn’t have all that much money on him today but he was planning on making a b-line toward Hot Topic to get a pair of plaid skinny Tripps his sister had sent him a link to. Her exact words “these might look good on you.” Of course he had to get them and prove that they do look good on him. He wasn’t vein, he just liked annoying his sister, plus plaid was his thing for some reason or another.
The dark wash, blue skinny jeans he was wearing at the moment had rips in the knees, they where tucked into his black combat boots he just about always wore. His tshirt was a mainly black Sex Pistols shirt. His hair was perfectly straightened to hang just slightly into his face it had a tendency of getting in the way of his pale blue eyes so he’d have to swat it away but it was no use, it just fell back into place in his line of sight.
He started passing the food court, he was never tempted by the many little restaurant type counters and over priced foods. He never had much of an appetite which in turn scared his mother to death. Of course his mother was always a bit to worried about him in Stephen’s opinion. That’s when he happened to notice a familiar face. Ollie! Since the day before Stephen hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the dark haired boy.
He made his way between the groups of chattering girls, and people who seemed to be waiting around for no reason. He walked as quietly as his combat boots would allow against the tile floor. Wrapping his arms around Ollie from behind. Stephen ‘giggled’ slightly. “Ollie! I’m soooo glad you’re here.” Of course now that Ollie was there with him the jeans didn’t seem all that exciting. Now he just wanted to hang out.
The dark wash, blue skinny jeans he was wearing at the moment had rips in the knees, they where tucked into his black combat boots he just about always wore. His tshirt was a mainly black Sex Pistols shirt. His hair was perfectly straightened to hang just slightly into his face it had a tendency of getting in the way of his pale blue eyes so he’d have to swat it away but it was no use, it just fell back into place in his line of sight.
He started passing the food court, he was never tempted by the many little restaurant type counters and over priced foods. He never had much of an appetite which in turn scared his mother to death. Of course his mother was always a bit to worried about him in Stephen’s opinion. That’s when he happened to notice a familiar face. Ollie! Since the day before Stephen hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the dark haired boy.
He made his way between the groups of chattering girls, and people who seemed to be waiting around for no reason. He walked as quietly as his combat boots would allow against the tile floor. Wrapping his arms around Ollie from behind. Stephen ‘giggled’ slightly. “Ollie! I’m soooo glad you’re here.” Of course now that Ollie was there with him the jeans didn’t seem all that exciting. Now he just wanted to hang out.
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.[/center]
