Paige Fockler
My blogs
| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Industry | Arts |
| Occupation | Actor |
| Location | New York, New York, United States |
| Introduction | I'm a native Texan but a New Yorker at heart. I love it here, though I dearly miss my whole family more every day. I feel I have a wisdom not many people my age have. I'm a little odd a little traditional and a whole lot crazy. I love living, though it perplexes me often. I hate ignorance, car honking, and 10% tippers. I love stryrofoam cups, factories, and documentaries. I ramble on far to much, can't help it I love talking and am not to great at listening. I've learned if you want somehing, go get it because no ones doing it for you! The more people I meet the more thankful I am me and that I have the family that I do. I have an unhealthy addiction to ice cream and love riding the subway! |
| Interests | Singing, Dancing, Acting, Fashion/designing, People watching, reading, cooking, writing, history |
| Favorite movies | I say my favorite movie is Shawshank Redemption, but it's only one of them and sounds the most profound of all of them. I love You've Got Mail, Lost in Translation, Gone in 60 seconds, Along Came Polly, Riding in Cars with Boys, Sideways, Patch Adams, Beaches, Steel Magnolias, Serendipity, Catch Me if You can, The Notebook, Waiting for Guffman, the list goes on. |
| Favorite music | I hate to say I love all different kinds, but I do you should she my itunes account. I love Counting Crows, Live, Smashing Pumpkins, James Taylor, Louis Armstrong, Frank, Garth Brooks, George Strait, Bette Midler, The Beatles, Norah Jones, Rufus Wainwright, and Corinne Baily Rae, Erin Mckeown |
| Favorite books | My current favorite is Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, I loved Hidden, The Notebook, The Wedding, A Child called It, The Lost Boy, The Great Gatsby, The 100 Dresses, The Trumpet of the Swans, and The Giving Tree |
Never mind the turtle. Don't you think you're sure to win?
Yes, a full moon so I suppose that could be a coincidence, but a cow came running over and jumped right over the puddle of milk, wierd huh.