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JournalFen for (Imaginary) Orlando.
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| Sunday, May 16th, 2004 |
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Aha! I have found my loudest, most brightly colored clothes and a mobile that works! I think it might even be mine. Time to go catch that plane. Should be gone for a week or so, and then back home to London. ( Voicemail for Viggo ) |
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| Saturday, May 8th, 2004 |
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I have been thinking a lot lately. I know, I know, thinking Orlando? Haha. Very funny. Well, yes, a bit funny if you've known me for ages. Clearly, I have done so many things without thinking all at. Like that time I jumped off the roof? Exactly. Back to the point! Yes. Well, I have been thinking a lot and that's why I have been out of the loop and away from everyone and everything. Alan's departure left a big empty space inside me and I needed time to explore all those echoing chambers and decide what I wanted to do with the place. While I was checked out of the real world, it seems like a hell of a lot happened. And I've probably been a bad friend, and bad companion to those I care about. I haven't been around, and I'm deeply regretful of that. Maybe it was the right thing though, as I probably wasn't in the right sort of mind to be a good friend. What I mean to say is that I'm back, and that I should call my friends. |
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| Wednesday, February 25th, 2004 |
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I haven't checked my computer in a few days, as it got buried under a pile of stuff when I was throwing things around the other night. Note to self - get ALL laundry done next time, not just the fancy stuff. Barring that, buy more underpants. Anyhow. I've been clearing my head, so to speak, by running in giant loops. Or rather, on tracks and in random places. I've been doing a lot of running. Good for you, gets all those random muscles in sync. I think it helps my brain work as well. So. Life for the most part is grand. |
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| Sunday, February 15th, 2004 |
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| Oi. Am so worried about Bean and Viggo. Where is my phone?? Argh! My mobile stealing crimes seem to have been paid back upon me as I haven't seen my own in days. Help! | ||
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| Wednesday, February 11th, 2004 |
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Oh my god oh my god oh my god. Someone please tell me Craig's going to be okay. It's strange how most of the time you just don't think about being mortal and all that. You think we'll go on forever. I've been on a plane all day, and just... I don't even know. |
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| Monday, January 26th, 2004 |
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Big hearty congratulations to everyone on the Golden Globes last night. All the shiny happy people and shiny statues. I'd love to see Peter get an Oscar for Rings. Feeling less mopey today, and I've been playing with the mobiles. Idle hands and all that. Think I'll be getting out this weekend. Can't decide if I want to pester the Dirty Humans House of Sean & Viggo, or go see the girls Kiera & Alex first this weekend. Hmmm. Soon as I find a working mobile in this pile, I'll make some calls. |
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| Sunday, January 25th, 2004 |
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Had a talk with Alan last night that lasted until the wee hours of the morning. He's had what I suppose you might call a divine revelation, a calling to go and seek his peace with the universe. The way he speaks about it is enough to melt me, just the passion and the beauty of that voice... it's like all the times he's read Shakespeare. You just hear an entirely new language almost. Inflections and tones and all these shades of feeling that you didn't think were possible to convey in simple English words. Anyhow, the point is, he's going off for a bit. I understand that. Some things you just must do, no matter what else. Especially when they involve the heart and soul like this. I think maybe Alan's a bit peeved by the divine for waiting this long to tell him to think it all over. He grumps about being an old man, but he's not old! Maybe older than me, but not so old as say the Pope. He ruffled my hair and playfully asked me how many people I would sleep with in the first week of freedom. I laughed too, but I was serious when I said none. Just for this first week. I have this funny wistful feeling in my chest, and part of wishes he wasn't going off on this adventure without me... but up in my head I know. He did promise to give many spankings upon his return, because he's just convinced I'm impertinent and naughty. I'd deny it, but even I know better. We're both trying to avoid being sappy, so I've decided to do a bit of travelling. Make the rounds of LA, go diving somewhere, bop around NYC, you know. I'm sure there's plenty of trouble to get into. After all, Alan did tell me to get into trouble. Right now I'm just going to make a big fruity shake and put on sunglasses, go sit by the pool. ( Note for players ) |
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| Thursday, January 22nd, 2004 |
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French onion soup is really not that hard to make, I've learned. Just needs a good pot. Didn't have thouse crouton bits, so I made toast instead. Going to curl up with a bowl and watch some movies, think about phone calls and other such things. I think I have a gallery interested in decontructed mobile art. Viggo has an idea for a place to research sharks, which sounds fantastic. (No more surfing shark jokes, I swear!) It would be neat to get up close to one. Some sharks have this nifty trick of scrunching back their eyes when they bite on a fish, as a way of protecting them. Pretty cool. |
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| Sunday, January 18th, 2004 |
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{players not pups, takes place on Christmas Eve in London} ( All my love, Orlando ) |
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| Thursday, November 13th, 2003 |
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{players not pups, Orlando is released from the Hospital and snuck out under the noses of the press. Guess what happens next? *g*} ( You must be so frustrated, mustn't you? ) |
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| Wednesday, November 12th, 2003 |
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{Delivered to ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} craig_parker at Karl and Stuart's place via those ever attentive Establishment couriers}( Toys ) ( Chair ) |
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| Saturday, November 8th, 2003 |
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{players not pups} ( If I sit still much longer my ass is going to get huge ) |
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| Wednesday, November 5th, 2003 |
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{public to Est members} Dear everyone! Thank you for all the amazing gifts, treats and cards I've gotten since yesterday. I feel like a bloody daft git and I'm sorry to have scared everyone. Alan is writing this for me because I'm still hooked up to an IV til tomorrow. I only wanted to say thank you for everything and I'll be calling once I get my phone back. xoxox Orli |
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| Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 |
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| Dehydration, Exhaustion, Jet Lag Down Orlando Bloom | ||||
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| ( Hello, Mr. Rickman? This is Sonia, Orlando's Mother ) | ||||
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| Heartthrob Orlando Bloom collapses at LAX | ||||
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| Monday, November 3rd, 2003 |
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{time stamped mid afternoon 11/03} Alan, Sir, God, I miss you. The show went well. Much talking about my Mum and how many fan sites there are for me now. Silly shite as far as I'm concerned. Mick and I are getting on the plane now. I'll see you soon. Love you. *kissing noises and laughter, then click* |
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*sounding a little tired and weak but enthusiastic nonetheless* Hey Mark! I was glad to participate, honestly. I try to support a lot of different children's charities, make the celebrity thing work for them. Don't know if I'm going to make it out for drinks or not, but I'd like to. When and what did you have in mind? Give me a jingle, eh? Fuck, I'm knackered. Call me later, alright? *click* |
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(Players not pups takes place roughly around 10/24} ( Should I make you a crushed up lei? ) |
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