Zac Efron

sand_toss

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Heen, please try to memorize these moves so that we can do all of them when we stomp the yard. BET ON IT, BET ON IT, BET ON IT, BET ON IT.

ps,
how's that REFLECTION? (IM DYINGGGGGG ON THE IN AND OUTS)

give me my life back.

You acted so well, especially when you told the camera-man to get back. I was so afraid for you, you had me mesmerized. Wooden enclosures and a T-rex named Mathilda? That's right, Nigel, outrun the T-Rex.

This is the most embarrassed I've been fo any TV show.

Prehistoric Park, you've taken my dignity. As only the UK could.





NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL TV !



And other times, I just feel that this is what music should feel like. That's right, feel like.


(IM SO INTO KK&HWU RIGHT NOW. HOW COME? IDK.)

fresh breath?

UGHHH, IF YOURE LOOKING FOR A CURE, IT'S NOT JUICY FRUIT. IT JUST BECOMES HARD, SOO HARD THAT IT BREAKS YOUR JAW, AND YOUR BREATH ISNT ANY BETTER THAN IT WAS BEFORE. UNLESS YOURE IN LOVE WITH TASTE, THIS GUM HAS NO REAL FUNCTION. AND FOR THAT, IT'S FOLLOWED BY A SAD_FACE AND AN ENTIRE BLOG WRITTEN IN CAPS_LOCK.

LOVE ALWAYS,

CAPS LOCK FURY

(means that im yelling or maybe angry)

ps.

Welcome to the Glory Circuit

haha, DO-DO's get their picture taken, two at once, and get caught not looking. HAHA.

you dont belong :(




and then we finally get it right.




gaga, we're not called HALAWA HAMS for nothing.





basically, it's ridiculous because we even have background changes.

a bunch of amazings.

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HAHA, really quick, SPOON is on vh1, and a part of me is going crazy. like, a smile is plastered on my face and it's somewhat surreal to be watching my very FIRST spoon video. like, why only now? it's like being truly . gacquainted with someone then realizing that this is the first time you're giving them a hug. right now i feel 17, shaking my upper-body to "everything hits at once, what we need is just what we wantsss," because that's what spoon was to me, you know? i mean, that song isnt playing, but im thinking about it. i didnt know that things could sound that cool, or that i even liked things that sounded that cool.

anyway, this is one of those videos that have to be done in one take, no broken frames. i always had a level respect for those types of things, cause in a way, timing has to be somewhat flawless. but then again this is a music video, so a lot of it is like "OH WHATEV." anyway, i'm probably too young to even understand the greatness of SPOON, but i like em a lot. and what's crazy is that i've been saying "GAGAGA" a lot. ga ga ga ga ga.

100287

and this will never change.

weezer (cause it was once said "if he knew me, he'd love me." no one should ever repeat that, btw)
gatsbys american dream (cause i've never loved math so hard before, and who knew change was good?)
the shins (cause some people need to re-learn how to live)
dashboard confessionals (cause that part of me just sucks)
radiohead (cause my education is never-ending)
ozma (cause sometimes we need to remain in a moment in time)


i talked for hours to your wallet photograph, and we're still falling just like the dinosaurs, since then it's been a book you read in reverse so you understand less as the pages turn, these heights are dizzying and the climb can kill you long before the fall, how can you be sure? chances last a finite time.



in case you needed to measure clarity.

NOBETTA

UNIFORM AND PLAN JOBS

OMINGHI MAH

i drew the box! no i didnt :( SADFACE. but this is the story of our childhood, and many can't relate, because did your mom buy tiger's milk because it was on sale? did your mom think it was candy and stick it in with your sandwiches and frozen HAWAIIAN SUN juice wrapped in foil? well unless her name is luz, she probably didn't. unless your mom is my mom, she probably didn't, ok? mom, how come you cant just get us snickers or lunchables? and how come you had to cook our lunch for field trips? where did you get these plastic containers?! did you save them? why are you saving these plastic forks and cups? where did you get the time to make your own type of egg mcmuffins? all i wanted was the andes mint that came with the lunchables, but noooo. thanks anyway though, cause i'm slightly overweight and maybe it's because of you and the tiger's milk. just kidding, it's because of my hectic schedule and bad sleeping habits!

"you know?"

Per Sunny's request, neither Waverly-lynn nor Alex were present at the interview.
Like a 25cent ride at your corner grocery store, Sunny went on and on--a merry-go-round of justifications and ramblings on her feelings about the break-up. She glares over her shoulder to her personal assistant/sister, Lana, who pours her a milk tea over cubed ice.

One word to describe the feelings that drove you to your eventual decision to leave the band.

SB: Stifled? Stifled. I guess that would be the best way to describe it. Maybe it's not the best word, but it's the one that comes to mind. Okay yeah, I love them. More than anyone one else would understand, you know? And I'm sick of it, sick of people making all of these assumptions of how we broke up. Money's a big faux-reason. I mean hey, we were all cut the same check, people! And for the most part, we gave back to the community, you know? For every one's support, they got what they gave. All thanks to Wave...like, me and Alex would talk about it sometimes. What have trees ever given us? Stupid joke about money growing on.. never mind. But it's all about respect, you know? I understood her, and maybe I didn't get why we needed more monkey-pod trees in the world, but it's what she wanted, so most of our proceeds went to charitable causes. Who knew this would be one cause--

So money is a cause?

SB: Did i say cause? I mean factor. So maybe we had misunderstandings, but still, you don't know half of it. No one was there for everything. Most don't realize it, but I was a bridge, connecting Wave to Alex. And what's a bridge used for?

You said it. To connect?

SB: No. I meant that it's walked on. I was walked on. Wave was my friend, and Alex my brother. I'm the middle-man. How many nights did i have to explain to him the fundraisers and missing portions of our paycheck going to "good causes?" "Good cause? What better cause than my new synthesizer?," he'd ask. And I understood that, you know? Money should go back to the band, so that we could go back to the music. So yeah, there we go again-- money. But money doesn't break bands apart, people do.

If not money, then--?

SB: How could write music in our situation? More time spent signing things. Random stackfulls of papers that needed to be signed! Time in offices, studios, driving from one place to another. Hard to write music that way. And already I'm the least creative of them all. Wave, she could see a wonderful color and write a novel and a half about how it made her feel. Alex, he'd look at a math equation and come up with an insane beat. Me? I write off of life. What do I have to write about if I'm not out there experiencing life? Maybe that's why i understood Wave being so adamant about giving back to all of these fundraisers. Back to the trees and the land and the little people.

Back to the trees?

SB: Well without these things, there would be no music. No muse, no music. Simple as pie. But Alex would sometimes make it more complicated, so that it was more like Pi, than pie.

Math reference noted. I understand you and Alex were both "mathletes."

SB: That was a long time ago. Let's talk more about the music, if you don't mind.

Of course. Most would agree we expected at least a good-bye album.

SB: Well yeah. we prided ourselves so much on our things having all this heart. So what happens when that's exactly what it's lacking? I mean no, I shouldn't say it like that. We gave everything we had, you know? Tried to please everyone, but never one another. So what, put out polished poo? No thanks, man. Rather put out something we know we love-- not just what others expected. Cant please the world.

If not a difference in opinion, finances, musical direction, then what was the straw that broke the camels back?

SB: It just got hard, you know? Things aren't so simple after a while because too many people get involved, and have you ever had the world to please? Old fans and new fans, and others who you'd wish would just give you a chance? We were pretty much surrounded by wins and losses. We always considered ourselves optimists, especially when times were grim, but reality started to set in. I guess this was more than just play-time in the downstairs living room. Others were depending on us, and the creative process stopped being so creative. And I think we all agreed that if this was ever going to happen, we'd do so with our integrity in tact.

So there seemed to be a consensus on not putting out music you felt was under par. Knowing this, is there any chance of a reunion? Perhaps sometime in the near future?

SB: Ever get back together again? When its not so hard and moneys not an issue, and once again the process becomes part of of the music I'd more than love to come together again.

Process becomes part of the music? Care to elaborate?

SB: When we can laugh and allow others to be part of the fellowship we enjoy while creating something beautiful. I'd love to put out something that shows our thought process-- cause its something so unique. Many have to get up at 5 o'clock for work, but who gets to do it to watch a sunrise? That's work, but the best kind there is. You know Chuck Pahluniuk? He explains that we are a combination of every person we've ever met. The same is with our music. A combined effort in the melody and lyric. An intermingling of juices and aroma and flavor, in one cup...all we ask is for you to take a sip. We came together with that same thought in mind; that common purpose and intent. If we could see music, you'd see every tear, sigh, laugh. You'd see the frustration in jagged lines across the air and faint pictures of awkward secrets revealed. That's art, you know? Maybe one day we can show people that one day. Not market it, just show it. That's what music is all about and that's why we did it. So yeah now the lines are blurred and the pictures not that clear, but the idea is still vivid, if not in our minds or lives, then in our hearts. We were so privileged, the 3 of us. I hope to have that privilege again someday. Soon.

We look forward to it.

this is nothing

ONE DREAM and im in love with milo ventimiglia. and i dont even watch HEROES.

inactive nerve endings so beautiful, it hurts.

RISE OH SUN

i once never cared about trees. i thought they were just a normal part of the earth. a PART of the earth...not necessarily EARTH. but it is, you know...it was here before we were. it's LIFE, in case you didn't know. and before waverly rooted herself into our lives, we never thought twice about it, or even thought it odd for it to be growing out of a highway median. cause that's HAWAII, but it is not CALII and it is not WASHIINGTON. maybe it is, but hardly ever...but here, it's like we build around trees and even let its roots crack foundations without thinking about trying to cut it down. there's a certain level of respect for them, as it should be. but now, more than ever, i find myself wondering how my tree on HOSPITAL street is doing. how are you, and how are your accessories? and i dont ever remember names, but i remember faces. in case you didn't know, i am also a BAOBAB tree. okay, this isnt the most beautiful... and it doesnt have accessories, or pretty colors, or any color at all. and it's in africa, which is crazy...i dont even have a passport. it's not an ylangylang, or an asian maple. it's none of these things, but it's my tree, and it's right.

it's not delicious. it's only semi-delicious.

and i read somewhere that it had something to do with the lion king.

but it's so beautiful cause it's ginormous, huge-angus. nothing can shake it, so don't try.

"cause i've got the 3 p's-- poise, precision, and psex appeal"

"digi-tata"

ROFLCOPTER

thumbs

IT HAPPENED.

WAD

as in, this is WAD we do.



first off, how ridiculous is my hair in here?!



kekeke. well im just glad it's growing.

ums,

we ate all the ice-cream and we just pose and are crazy like that.

and we're so much cooler than most, cause no one's ever done this on such a serious tour. but who else takes 8-hour tours? dogs were barking.

JANE

SUNNY

YVETTE

[edit] haha sorry omingyia what was i thinking...

MANNNNNNNNN THIS PICTURE SERIOUSLY MADE MY HEART QUIVER. LIKE IT WAS LAUGHING AND SMILING AND IT DID A SLIGHT HEAD-TILT AND SIGH. hahahaha, this is when mark made his scarf-tie and we all wanted to copy cause we were so delirious and tired. and it's awesome cause we walked around like this during the tour. but what's the absolute best is that jan has a full-on zebra scarf and that face is priceless. hey what's up, fred flintstone? loves it.

and this is us in an elevator.

i have like literally 700+ more new york pictures. AND MAN MAHINA I DIDNT EVEN SHOW THEM TO YOU. it was so cold and awesome and cold and awesome and awesomely cold. and next time we go it'll be all in the NEG[-]'s and stuff. and we'll die but we'll laugh about it and we'll be sooo cold that it'll be so ridiculous and we'll laugh some more.

cause one time we all went to the mall and then we didnt know where we parked so it was night-time and our first night there, and we were running to different lots. then we got scared that we'd pass out. then we smelled some bad stuff then had to huddle up for the warmth. bahahhaa. awesome. snow. yard. stomping it. stomping the yard.

I CANT WAITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

sorry

just some advice my parents would give us when we'd buy ice-cream cones from a shady man-character. cause at least the ice cream is safe. HAHA, LIFE!

sorry i dont know HOW. nhu the nao!

GUHH, i should say that this is more like practice. nothing like how i'd like my real comic to look like, you know? but i was testing and this was super nataliedee.com-inspired, except i dont knowww, you know? and im not that clever, i think. butttt, haha i seriously want to start a comic.

học -- study.
đọc -- read.

lets do it.

mutt

i just decided that i'd like to start a comic. just kidding. i wanted to for like, a week. wanted to start a comic, that is. i jotted down a few funnies. some things that would make me chuckle, you know? but then i realized that these things are mostly inside jokes. like, YOU HAD TO BE THERE. LOL JU HAD2 BDERE. anyway, i'd do it, except i suck suck suck at a lot of things. like, maybe i like to draw, but i'd probably want to do it on photoshop. and im just not great, you know? maybe if i could find my mouse...

GOOD NIGHT!

MISSING FEET

and FOUND PHOTOS.

hey guys, here are some feet.





but WHY? THESE FEET ARE NOT NICE. THESE FEET ARE NOT THE GREATEST.
SO WHY?
these are friendly feet. comely feet. you know? oh, you don't know.
but thanks.
sanks.

and im sorry that there's nothing worthwhile to talk about. mahina is no longer in my life and i've never felt so empty.

ziggy zaggy it fly high.

There's this female writer,
she'd write all night
and leave the manuscript on her husband's desk.
Then he would wake up in the morning,
and read it before he goes to work.
He'd be her first reader every day

I want him to be the person to have my first joke every day.
I want to give him the first and best joke I make.
That's how much...I'll love him <3

after a good amount of time searching for the wrong thing, sheila found a vid of a song that brings back a jatrillion memories. it's beyond me the way different senses bring back, not the memory itself, but the feeling of each memory. i've smelled familiar things that seriously upset me to the bone. well just wathing this and hearing this melody accompanied with hilarious broken engrish makes me want to GOOD-cry. like on the ground crying over my pretty-cool childhood. this reminds me of vcrs and upstairs living rooms.



Pretty red bricks, bridge that spans the tide
Draw the picture, see the face of the one I want by my side.
There you are all dressed in black, but I can't see your eyes.
Can it be you're dressed that way for me?
Why are you so shy?

beepbeep.
beepbeep.


bahahbye