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Post by NOAH JAMES WELLINGTON on Sept 24, 2011 15:36:12 GMT -5
   Hey, my name is NOAH JAMES WELLINGTON but everyone calls me NOAH. Some people say I look like, RUPERT GRINT, but I'm not sure I see it. I'm a GUY, duh, and I love GIRLS. I know I'm only 19, but I've seen a lot since MAY 22ND, 1992. I am a PRESS member of/for BACKSTAGE MAGAZINE.  I've got a voice in my head that goes by EM, and they're 20. I've had them for EH, 6ISH YEARS. They also bother ANNABELLE, TABITHA, TODD AND CALVIN, or so I'm told.  I love COLORS, RIDING THE SUBWAY, PHOTOGRAPHY, HOT CHOCOLATE, SHARPIE MARKERS, and totally hate HIS FATHER'S STANDARDS, BACKSTAGE MAGAZINE, SERIOUS PEOPLE, BEING TREATED LIKE A FAILURE, HARD DRUGS. Most people say I'm PLAYFUL, GENUINE, SILLY, BORED, UNAMBITIOUS, but I think I'm just the SON of FRANKLIN 56, OWNER OF BACKSTAGE MAGAZINE AND ALICE,50 HOUSEWIFE. I have PETER, 28, MARY 25. They think I'm crazy since I've got GINGER HAIR, and sometimes pretend not to know me.  My past is pretty complicated, but if you're sure you want to hear it... Well, I'm a pretty basic bloke I except. Well, maybe not... dad went to Cambridge and all, big journalism man and such. he met my mum while on vacation to Greece right after school, and they dated a while and eventually got married. Anyway, when my older brother was just a few years old, they moved to NYC in America. That'd where I was born, me and my big sis. I'm the youngest.
Peter is a big lawyer, with a huge law firm on the west coast and Mary is in grad school in London, studying to be a doctor. As for me, I haven't done much of anything. Dad thinks I'm a bit of a tosser really. And maybe I am. I took a break after high school, did some online college, which I'm still doing. Dad seems determined to make something of me though and got me a job at his magazine. No one will fire me because I'm the boss's kid.
I follow around this bloke, Drew palmer, sometimes, and I do silly things, get coffee, or take photos, I'm handy with a camera. And just in general learn the ropes. I hate it, but what else can I do?
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