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2008-08-02T21:04:36Z

July 28-August 4: They're Playing Our Song! Or Not!

Posted Fri Aug 1, 2008 3:01am PDT by Dave DiMartino in That's Really Week

It's getting to be that time of year: Those of us old enough to remember rockers Fleetwood Mac playing onstage at one of Bill Clinton's inaugural parties know that politics and pop music regularly coincide every four years or so--when artists from every genre embrace their presidential candidate of choice, photo opportunities abound, and those who think politics and music should never intersect stay at home, pull the shades down and play with their Xboxes!

Meanwhile, Dem prez hopeful Obama had to offer a subtle thanks-but-no-thanks to the Ludacris camp this week, as the Atlanta-based rapper's pro-Obama missive--reportedly titled either "Politics (Obama Is Here)" or "Politics As Usual"--seemed a tad less tasteful than any polite candidate might hope for. Among the more diplomatic lyrics, here addressed to current president George W. Bush: "You the worst of all 43 presidents." According to an Obama spokesman: "Ludacris is a talented individual, but he should be ashamed of these lyrics." No truth to conflicting rumors that said spokesman was a music critic or grammar teacher prior to the campaign!

LOL, NOT VOTING FER U, OBAMA.

I bet I wont get one ounce of sleep tomorrow night!

2008-07-22T20:24:45Z

In exactly TWO days I will be back in my hometown, Louisville, keeping productive with my brother and best friend, Jesse, by performing the following tasks:

-Camping to 5 mile island in our kyacks
-Boating/Tubing
-Going to Gattiland probably 3 times in one week
-Making/Watching home videos
-Seeing the best movie this summer, Step Brothers at the Drive-In theater!!
-Dining at Steak N Shake/Waffle House/Big Boy every morning no earlier than 2am
-Visiting and exploring one of the scariest places on Earth, Waverly Hills
-Playing Mario Kart everyday for 7 days straight
-Having water balloon/water gun fights with food coloring
:D

Life is good.

I was down in the bay bay bay bay bay

2008-06-30T00:30:15Z

Why does my hand smell like Forever 21?

I like the way you work it.

2008-06-17T05:15:12Z

Oh hey, btw I don't play games.

So I'm done with this one.

Runnin' on 3 hours

2008-06-04T18:36:57Z

Guys, do me a favor.

If you ever get summoned for jury duty, don't go.
Just have them put a warrant out for your arrest and go to jail for a little bit, cause that may be better.

I was there from 7:45am until 2pm and they so graciously gave us FIFTEEN WHOLE DOLLARS for doing so!!!!!!!!!
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY

REALLY STOKED ABOUT THAT.

And for the people they didn't wish to use for the DUI trial (myself included), they sent us home AFTER our one hour "lunch break" in which I spent seven dollars and twenty five cents on a pre-made turkey sandwich and a Lipton ice tea.
Sweet.
That's half my pay check for today.

Although it really blew, I had some inspiration to write a script for a comedic film about the whole experience.
You seriously have no idea how humorous it actually was.

Oh and it figures that the one guy I'm hardcore crushing on is moving in a few weeks...
How awesome is that?

Senior Scrapbook Chapter III

2008-05-19T03:02:24Z

Home Sweet Home

    Before I moved to Palm Harbor, I lived in Clearwater. My neighborhood and town was definitely far from movie material or picture perfect. It was a crappy house, in a crappy neighborhood, and I loved it.
    We lived there from the time I was born until I was about five years old. In the five years that we lived in what we liked to call “The Brown House”, (for obvious reasons), we had been robbed a total of seven times. The last time it occurred was when my mother drew the line and decided enough is enough! My brother, only eight years old at the time, woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. To his surprise, there was a dark male figure, wearing all black, coming through our back window. My brother froze and didn’t know what to do - not that there was much he could do to begin with. Thankfully, he didn’t have to do anything. The thief had not had a weapon in his possession so instead, he ran for his life; ran from a little eight year old... what a wimp.
    The one and only good aspect that came from living on Otton Street was meeting Sarah and Brendan Martin, our first best friends whom we still associate with to this day. Another positive would be the gigantic tree in our front yard that I could never seem to climb without any assistance, although my brother was a tree-climbing pro!

Senior Scrapbook Chapter II

2008-05-17T19:31:45Z

...Then I Came Along

March 23rd, 1989 was the best day of my mother's life - when she gave birth to me. I don't remember hardly anything within the first four/five years of my life. We moved a lot when I was younger; my mother always wanted to improve and move into a bigger, better home - this was her goal. I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but moved to Clearwater, Florida, before I was even a year old. We lived in Clearwater for the first five years of my life. I remember the little things, like the swing set in our backyard, and our neighbors, Tom and Jerry. I remember singing outside one morning on the swing set (obnoxiously not to mention), and our next door neighbor commented how nice I sounded. Liar. It was sweet though.
Babysitters, playgrounds, R' Club, and my very first best friend is the most memorable. Kelly Robinson was her name and we did everything together. We even (as you see in all the movies), took baths together. Every weekend we would get together and make plans to play with barbies, watch movies we weren't allowed to see with her big sister, blast the Hanson brothers on her radio, and play Duck Hunt on her big screen T.V. We were living' the life. Alas, in most cases, and in this particular one... time, change, and age, drifted us apart. Although the last time I saw her was probably eight years ago, the last time I spoke with her was some time last year, when I got a new message on the ol' Myspace... it was her. We caught up on life and old memories, but what it came down to was the two of us making plans to see each other again but never really enforcing it.

Senior Scrapbook 07!

2008-05-16T20:09:31Z

Before I Was, There Was...

    My mother, father, brother, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, and a billion others. However, I am only going to mention the ones I am closest to and care about the most. Patti-Jo, Rusty, Roy (a.k.a. Roybot ), and Joe Pearl are the four family members that were there for me from the very beginning.
    We'll start off with the oldest then gradually work our way to the one and only. ;) My granny worked at Sears for as long as I can remember and didn't stop working until her body physically could not do it any longer. She worked from the time she was a teenager until she was in her eighties. Pretty amazing, if you ask me. November 5th, 2006, 12:30 am is when the greatest, strongest, granny in the world passed away... my granny. I never thought I would see her in a home for the elderly, but I did. I went to Kentucky to visit and say my last goodbyes; I thought she was going to live forever.
    Long before any of this happened, my granny gave birth to my father when she was in her thirties. He was just like his mother - strong, determined, loving, and an all around great person. My father is the kind of person you would give the title of an "entrepreneur". He has done everything from owning a restaurant, to building docks and boat lifts. He is a workaholic.
    Two years prior to Rusty's birth was the birth of my very own mother, Patti-Jo. Her younger years consisted of teaching ballet classes and being a waitress. She hasn't really admitted to it, but I think she was a party animal - at least she appeared to be, in all of her pictures from the seventies.
    Of course, all that ended on August 15th, 1987 when my my brother was born. The first 12 years of my life with that little devil was hell to live with. We fought, but not like normal siblings do... he would literally throw me across the room, and I would begin kicking. It was full fisted punches and I would ended up either bleeding or my body would be covered in bruises. As soon as we hit the teenage years things got better. In fact, when I was about 16, and my brother was 17, we became best friends. We actually wanted to hang out and do stuff together - weird, huh? Just as things started getting perfect between us he had to go and graduate, move up to Kentucky, get a job, and decided whether or not college was the thing for him. I now only see him twice a year along with my father.
    The people who have lead the way for me, are the good kind. I'm almost eighteen years old, and only pray I end up like them. The last thing I would ever want in life is to let my family down

My car smells like oatmeal!

2008-05-13T18:11:02Z

My brother and I talked today, and he asked me if I would be interested in moving up to Kentucky and getting a place with Jesse and Allison.

I am honestly considering it.

There's something about Florida... something really negative and unappealing.
Everyone I know who lives here, wants to get out and leave.

Vessi was telling me that she didn't care where she moved to, as long as it wasn't Florida, and at the time it didn't make sense to me, but now I get it.

I wouldn't be leaving a lot behind if I moved.
I mean my friends have each other, along with their significant others.

My mother has Bob.
My father has Debi and the girls.
Gina has Aaron.
Vessi has Taylor.
Kyle has Jamie.
Danielle has Ryan.
Matthew is leaving for two years.
Harry lives in New York.

And that pretty much sums it up.

Moving to Kentucky has always been an option, but I've always been too afraid to leave what's comforting, but nothing about my life or the people in it are very comforting right now.

This is the creepiest scenario in the entire world.

2008-05-06T17:24:54Z

So apparently this man, with a wife and children, has a picture of me (TILED) as the default screen saver on his computer.

His name is Sam, or some shit?!?!?!?!?!!?!?

WHAT THE FUCK?!

SAM GET THAT SHIT OFF YOUR SHIT, PLEASE.

holy smokes!

2008-05-02T04:54:51Z

I just spent the past two hours dancing like a complete idiot in the Starbucks parking lot, blasting every 80's song ever made, with Gina.

And it was probably the best night I've had in over a year.

So thanks girl, for keepin' it real.

A favorite:

2008-04-17T19:35:36Z