So yes well I am Bailey Owen. I am a outgoing, crazy haired, party loving fiend who is always in some odd sort of trouble. I am planing to backpack around the world starting in july.

Anybody

I play most sports my two favorite to play are soccer or football for you Europeans and Softball. I used to play rugby till I broke my collar bone riding a Bicycle. I love to play my gutiar and sing Crazy songs that everybody seems to love. I love to read especially on rainy days. I Love Music!! I can never get enough of it.I love photography my idol is Amy arbus that lady could take some pictures.

rosi golan
Betty Wright
Billie Holiday
Kate Rusby
M.I.A.
Common
alexa wilkinson
jenny young owens
amber ruburth
robin browne
rachel browne
Crypress hill
Bob marley
Grace potter
Patty griffen
Emmylou Harris
Janis Joplin
The Killers
Abba
Florence And The Machine
Jonny Foreigner
David Bowie
Jimi Hendrix
The Cranberries
Hot Action Cop
Alanis Morisett
Mc Chris
Metro Station
Lipstick Homicide
Neutral Milk Hotel
The Beatles
Blurr
The Sex Pistils
The Begee's
Men With Hats
Led Zepplin
The White Stripes
Nirvana
The Ramones
The Donna's
Bright eye's
.................and more

snakes on a plane
Planet Terror
Day of the Dead
Pans Labrynith
hello dolly
thouroghly modern mille
sound of music
national velvet
breakfast at tiffinays
juno
funny girl
eagle vs shark
any type of zombie movie
sweeny todd
across the universe

flight of the conchords

Where the red fern grows
The Yearling
Emma
Naked
Almost any type of manga

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away , this is a art and a fortunate accident We have roots that grow towards each other underground that become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part."

God Created Beer to keep the Irish from taking over the world

curses foiled again!

your a windy son of a bitch ain't ya

you look like i need a drink

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living; the world owes you nothing; it was here first.

Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality.

Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate he should have old turning the key. Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of Beelzebub? Here's a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty.
Macbeth, 2. 3