That Same Sad Song Playing On The Radio

. . . Huh. Okay then.

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Mngh. So tired. I need to start getting more sleep or something, before I start faceplanting into things on a constant basis. Sure, it could be amusing, but I figure I dont wanna go around with key prints on my face all the time.

However, it makes it a little difficult to sleep when you've got a puppy chewing on your ear at all hours. And I do mean that literally. Do dogs teethe? Because I think that must be what's happening, right now. I can't help but wonder if they're planning on using me like that plastic pork chop Miranda bought the little buggers.

I tried writing some music the other day, but it really didn't work in the slightest. All it's really done has made me want to curl up under the blankets ad sleep more for another year and a half. And I'm rambling, so I'm going to end this now before I faceplant and end up with those prints on my face. Again.

Someone shoot me. Please.

I hate being sick.

. . . I have a headache now.

I think I need to call Beth. Find out when exactly she was going to tell me about all of this, because there's no way in hell I'm doing some musical. No way. First off? I don't dance. Ever. No way in hell. I'm a shitty actor, too, so there's no way I'm EVER going to end up on Broadway. Nope, forget it. Not happening. Particularly not- Wait, what did that even mean, about the Spamalot role? That's just . . . confusing, and it makes my head hurt even more, and I'm rambling again aren't I? Great.

Wow. Happy fucking belated birthday to me.

ETA: Definitely calling Beth in the morning about this. And firing my publicist.

Are all brothers complete and utter jackasses, or is it just mine? Better yet, do they always break major fucking promises to chase a piece of tail? Are all little brothers fucking manwhores, or is that just a Desmond thing? Because right now, I'm so pissed off beyond reason that I can't even think straight. So if this post makes no fucking sense, oh well. All I know is that my brother is a complete fucking manwhore, and I'm sick and tired of him acting like this. I'm sick and tired of all of it, of him, of EVERYTHING.

I'm done. I'm not dealing with this anymore. If anyone needs me, as long as your name isn't Desmond, feel free to hit me up for whatever. Otherwise, I wash my hands of the entire thing. I'm done, simple as that. I'm fucking over this whole thing. Anyone wants a piece of shit masquerading as my twin brother, you're welcome to him.

Fuck you, Des. Fuck. You.

I need a fucking drink.

Well hey there. This is my cue to start actually putting time down into my schedule to write here, because otherwise I'll completely forget or put it off. Because yes, I am that much of a procrastinator. Okay, right, getting off track here already.

INTRODUCTION TIME. Or something like that, because I figure at least ONE person around here has to have at least heard of me. The name's Jude Molloy (Yes, the one on the radio). I will say right now, any 'Hey Jude' references won't be responded to, because I have heard them ALL. I'm serious. You try going through middle school and high school with that name. It's not that much fun. What to say, what to say . . . I'm a singer and songwriter, my record company pays probably a shitload of cash to get the stuff I produce on the radio, and that's basically my life.

Anything else you want to know, feel free to ask. I don't bite, I promise.

Oh, P.S. Any ladies out there going to the charity gala without a date? Because, um, I kinda need one, and there's no way in hell I'm going with my brother . . .

OOC Information

Name: Lyn
Age: 22
Date of Birth: April 1st, 1986
Email: without.a.script@gmail.com
AIM/YIM/MSN etc.: empathic destiny (AIM)
Time Zone: Central
RP Experience: Waaaaay too much XD I was in the original!
Where Did You Hear About Us?: Glee. Because she pwns all.

Journal (if already made): notabeatlessong
PB: Milo Ventimiglia


Character Information (Please answer all questions IN CHARACTER)

Identity : Jude Molloy

Is your true identity a secret? : Not so far

Alias : Not unless you count fan nicknames.

Age : 23

Sexuality : What kind of question is that? You seriously are asking? If you wanna speculate on that, read the tabloids, kiddies.

Clothing : I'm pretty comfortable when it comes to my clothes, usually. I've got tons of jeans, running pants, slacks, hoodies, sweaters, t-shirts, button-downs. I wouldn't say I'm a clothes whore, but I've definitely got more clothes than I really probably would EVER need. Besides, there's all these designers who like offering me shit, like suits and other clothes. How can I say no? Des laughs at me, though, because sometimes I'll wear suits with my favorite shoes - a pair of bright red converse high tops. He seems to find it funny for some reason.

Appearance : Last I checked, 5'9", and I'm not even touching my weight. It ain't just girls who get touchy about letting stuff like that become public knowledge, thanks. Black hair, brown eyes; standard, really. I mean, come on, what more am I supposed to say on that? I've got a few tattoos, but there's no way I'm going to tell you where THOSE are . . .

Do you have a theme song? If so, do you sing it yourself? : I sing a lot of songs, but I don't really go by any certain one. There are too many.

Do you have a catchphrase? : Uh, no. I leave that to the professionals.

Describe your costume : Long black coat and a fedora. Come on, it goes with everything.

Do you have a sidekick? Are you a sidekick yourself? : Does my band count as a sidekick?

Is there a superhero/villain that you look up to? : Who doesn't look up to Batman? The guy can practically do anything.

What is your Celebrity Status? : National, for now. I plan to go global as soon as my record company gets their act together and starts releasing singles outside the US.

What are you famous for?: I'm a singer and songwriter; mostly jazz and a mixture of ballads, but I'm looking to branch out into some more mainstream stuff soon. Keep an eye out in record stores.

Personality : What can I say about my personality? I like to think I'm pretty mellow. Pretty chill, I guess you'd say. I'm pretty much the opposite of my brother, Desmond. He's the hothead of the family. I guess that means I got all of the calm shit. I'm pretty protective of him, since he is younger, but that doesn't mean he doesn't annoy the shit out of me. I will admit, I have a bit of an issue with actually going through and doing things until the last minute. I'm a procrastinator of the worst type, and it takes me forever to get off my ass and actually try and do something. Even when it comes to my ability, actually. It took me over a month to try out the songwriting stuff, after I found out I could play piano without trying.

Abilities : I think they call it something like 'innate capability'. Basically if I see you do something, I can do it. That's how I learned to play the piano. I watched a few videos of people playing, went to a few concerts, and bam! I was playing jazz. It's great, really. As long as I don't learn things I DON'T want. Like that time I learned to do the polka because of Cousin Klaus at his wedding . . .

Home(s) : Born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri. Right now I've got an apartment in Boomtown, and my tours usually stop most often in New York, Chicago, Las Vegas, and L.A. There are a few other stops every now and then, but those tend to rotate a lot. The four I listed are stops on every single one.

History : Oh, Mom was great, really. Still don't know how she put up with both me and Des, though . . . Let's see. I was born on May 22nd, 1985, about 4 minutes before Desmond. Our parents are those diehard hippie types, I swear. I'm still stunned they didn't get their names changed legally to something like Cloud and Starshine. No, instead they just saddled us with the worst names in creation. See, they're both huge Beatles fans, and either they were high when they picked out names for us, or just really really really have bad judgement. Both my brother and I are named after people mentioned in songs by The Beatles. Desmond got off easy: Desmond Jones Molloy. Me, on the other hand . . . of course not. I got saddled with probably the worst name EVER. Jude Krishna Molloy. And I swear if you repeat that middle name to ANYONE, there will be trouble.

I mean, my childhood was pretty normal when you think about it. I had the standard school education, the usual family life. I mean, my brother annoyed the hell out of me, and I tended either ignore him or poke him until he shut up. Or, ya know, there were those times where I just pounced him and made him say uncle. That's just a usual thing with siblings, yeah? I mean, as much as we annoyed each other and picked on each other, we still loved each other. He's my little brother, and that makes a big difference. If it comes down to it, I'm gonna be on Desmond's side. Probably the most vivid memory I really have of anything, I dunno, fortuitous or whatever that word is happening was when I was around twelve or thirteen. I remember sitting in class, trying to figure out what the hell was going on with my algebra homework. We were working on factoring, I remember, and it was driving me crazy because I just didn't get it. I was getting frustrated so I looked around, and the girl sitting next to me, Suzie, was actually doing pretty good on it. I still can't remember how it happened, but the next thing I knew I'd finished my homework with everything right, including all of the work shown.

That was kind of the start of the whole innate capability thing, really. It just progressed from there, until I was about seventeen. That's when I 'learned' how to play the piano, and I haven't really looked back since. I know Mom and Dad wanted me to go to college, but after everything that's happened, everything I can do now, I don't really see a point to it anymore. So here I am, with a record deal, a tour, and it's all just a big blur. All because I actually paid attention in jazz appreciation class, junior year.

What is the most heroic/villainous thing you've ever done? : Hm. I saved my aunt's cat from a tree when I was six. Of course, it was Des who put him UP there, but . . .


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