Another Christmas Song!

OH FINALLY

Poll Question

Dat Girl Right There -Usher feat. Ludacris



What is it -Lil Webbie



Swing -Savage



Cops Up -Lyfe Jennings

Holiday Commercials

Tis' the season for all those Christmas commercials. Oh how I love you Holiday Hawk.

50 Seasons of Hard Work

A storied franchise immersed in decades of winning tradition. No, not the Lions you silly gooses its the Detroit Pistons. I only realized what luck the Detroit metropolitan area has experienced throughout the years, as I watched the Pistons loose to the Houston Rockets by three. (With Houston going 3 of 18 from the free throw line.) But in the loosing effort, I saw what a solid team the Pistons have no matter win or loose. The starting line up is completed with veterans and when they tire, a young bench comes to their aid, with an explosion of tenacity. Another thing that I like about the Pistons is that they are not embarrassed from where they come from. Detroit, the murder capital of the world, drug-riddled, and a declining population. Oh wait, the Pistons play in Auburn Hills, that explains Ron Artest actions in 2004, cause I think if it was in Detroit he wouldn't of wanted to jump into those stands so fast. But, back to the line up, I think a twenty second clip can basically sum up our attitude:




And just look at Rip Hamilton. I mean theirs are starting line up before the game, which I might add that free styling is a very good warm up idea for the team. Now to the bench, where my two favorite players start the game, only to come off and play the rest of the game. Which two? Jason Maxiell and "THE" Amir Johnson. Quick bios on them. Maxiell is going into his third year and is a massive clean-up rebounder. On the other hand, the straight-outta-high school draft pick of Amir Johnson, is showing us that he has so much talent in him, that he could actually make everyone around him better when he plays, through some sort of magical transfer.Also leading the D-League in points per game last year and something like that this summer in the Las Vegas league. Oh yeah he's 20 and deserves way more playing time then he is getting, though it has improved. Point and case:



Even though Darko and Maurice Evans are in it, which means its old, that was my favorite clip of Amir, but there are way better and newer ones that I just can't seem to find. One last thought from me: Amir Johnson is a future all-star, and will be destroying the league in a couple of years. Anyone who doesn't know who he is will soon find out.


P.S. Aaron Affalo, you leave me speechless sometimes.

Short, Sweet and to the Point...My Hair

The last post was the thirteenth post and I know for a fact that thirteen is unlucky for me. This post will be nice, short and on a general topic that everyone loves. My hair. A brief history of it, you ask? Sure, why not. Ok, I didn't get my first hair cut until I was two and I gelled it through elementary school. Middle school was just a straight and long look. But, it wasn't until last year until I started experimenting with all this "flip". After some evolution it has landed on the current style and yes its true, my hair is like a snow flake in that it will never have the same pattern twice.

Hang On

Oh yeah, now I remember why rappers don't write Christmas Songs, because they may have sick boy beats, but they just plain suck at it. Now I must rekindle my Christmas Spirit with some nice, calming carols, thanks to this song and my 120/200 on my chem test.

Christmas Carols

I'm liking this new idea of shorter posts around every other day. So, I think I'm going to use this format from now on with the occasional long story thrown in there. Also you need to shut the hell up about the last last post because it will be your bitching and moaning that will put you in your own down fall. On a happier topic, Christmas Carols. Not only do I like every calming song dealing with Jesus and Santa Claus, but it also puts you in a "merry" mood. (especially after failing a chemistry test, but hey I don't care now thanks to Christmas Music.) Also in this music I include Adam Sandlers Hanukkah songs, just because i like the Jewish religion. This is the very kind of music that makes you want to sleep by the Christmas tree (with the tree lights on), with the fireplace on, under a winter weather advisory. Which brings me to the new topic of snow. Last year my Christmas sucked because it rained through December and into January. I want snow and I better see it soon, or I will convert to a religion that doesn't need snow for its Holiday. Now back to Christmas carols, I can easily find 45 Christmas songs for you under 5 minutes, in my head, so pay attention:

1. White Christmas 2. Medley: Winter Wonderland / Sleigh Ride 3. The Little Drummer Boy 4. O Little Town of Bethlehem 5.Twelve Days of Christmas 6. Hark, the Herald Angels Sing 7. O Holy Night 8. The Christmas Song 9. Medley: Carol of the Bells / Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly 10. 'Twas the Night Before Christmas 11. Here Comes Santa Claus 12. Santa's Beard 13. Christmas in My Home Town 14. Away in a Manger 15. Silent Night 16. Home for the Holidays 17. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer 18. Feliz Navidad 19. Good King Wenceslas 20. Jingle Bell Rock 21. Medley: Here We Come A-Caroling / O Tannenbaum / I Saw Three Ships 22. Ave Maria(yes, its a Christmas Song) 23. Ding Dong Merrily on High (not pot) 24. If Every Day Was Like Christmas 25. Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree 26. Santa Claus Is Coming to Town 27. Jingle Bells 28. What Child Is This? 29. Adeste Fidelis(some Italian Christmas song) 30. I'll Be Home for Christmas 31. God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 32. Christmas in Dixie 33. Do You Hear What I Hear? 34. Medley: Joy to the World / Angels We Have Heard on High 35. Blue Christmas 36. It Came Upon a Midnight Clear 37. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas 38. Mary's Boy Child 39. Rocking (thats its name) 40. Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow 41. The First Noel 42. Silver Bells 43. Holly Jolly Christmas 44. It's Beginning to Look like Christmas 45. We Wish You a Merry Christmas

Wow! All in 5 minutes too, but also from a Christmas CD. As I listen to these songs I thought to my self, "My isn't there any Christmas Rap?" Rappers celebrate Christmas, I'm sure of it, but why don't they find time to write Christmas songs? As, I began to dig I found some Christmas Rap, like Run DMC Christmas CDs, a Jim Jones Christmas CD, and a Lil' Wayne song that might not even be considered in the general area of this discussion. I also found one that is perfect and brand new. So here it is: (wait, even though DPC has videos at the end of his posts, I'm going to use videos sometimes too, so calm down before you even get started, now watch!)

I'm Bored

I'm bored. So this is when I look to the Internet for enhancing my procrastinating experience. I should be studying for a huge a chemistry test or maybe working on my ILW Gang Project, but you know what, I could make better use of my time surfing You Tube. Also after some nice compliments about the last post (and others bitching and moaning) I decided that I'll just make a nice, new, short to the point post. I'm sorry if you liked the last post, but now you will have to use your hand and move it over towards the scroll bar, to scroll down ever so gently to the last entry. Or you could use that thing in the middle of your mouse. Another point is the "Hit-Counter" (a page element you can use to count how many times your website has been viewed) , others have used it to fight a battle thats not worth fighting. A competiton between views? Oh well, I'm not going to use one, because its your choice to read a blog or not and not becoming obessed with it. So lets try and maintain a healthy relationship between us here without all the defenses. But this is what my video watching experience has landed me on:

One Hell of a Weekend...What Happened Again?

Well as I sat in Spanish on Friday afternoon listening to Mrs. Cowen drone on about things that will never affect me, I thought to myself that I need a pick-me-up and this weekend better fulfill that or I won't make it to Christmas. All I can say is that the weekend blew my expectations for it out of the water, with one question still remaining: I did what?

Friday night Da Saturn picked me up and took Bert, Dave, Tripp and me to the hockey game. We watched Churchill beat us and then decided to go to Farmington for a little fun. Andy and DPC switched the cultural rules of driving as DPC had no idea where we were going (coming late) and Andy somehow managed to keep up. (I don't know if its DPC's fault though) We found ourselves in an intense gun battle. I was shot numerous times, 44 the first time and 25 the second time, but manged to fire back about 50,000 times. How did I survive? I don't know, maybe it was the fact that DPC's uncanny sense of direction was leading me around the maze of walls, but I think the it was the fact that we battled it out with lasers. Yes, laser tag! No blood spilt. After my culturally enhancing trip to Farmington I came home and went to bed.

Saturday I awoke at the Christmas Tree Farm. I tried regaining my consciousness,while looking at the time, then pin pointing where I was by the landscape, also trying to figure out how I had got here. I realized that I must have been in a sleep daze when my parents made me get in the car, only to drive me 45 minutes away from home. When I got out of the car the cold weather woke me up enough to find the "perfect tree" in under five minutes, but the family decided that they needed another hour in a half to decide which one they liked the best. When they finally picked one out they made me cut it down. I simultaneously sawed the trunk in half, while screaming at my family to push the tree so the saw wouldn't get stuck. As I yelled the tree began to fall. (figures, right when I was getting up to.) So there I was, buried beneath the branches of a Douglas Fir, trying in vain to slide out from beneath it while the sap dripped over my clothes giving me a fresh pine scent. I carried the tree back to the farm to have it wrapped up and then made it magically fit in the back of the our Impalas trunk. Covered in mud, I sat down in the car and proceeded to put my head up against the window to make a wish for some Arby's that would warm me up. My wish is my command and for lunch I had Arby's.

Saturday afternoon I found myself all nicely dressed up at the Tipping Point Theatre, downtown Northville. The play I was witnessing was called Forever Plad/Plad Tidings, where the average audience members age was 65 or older. I sat through it with my grandparents and I ended up enjoying some of it. After, we went to dinner at Papa Vino's, but I had already made it a priority to go to dinner for Julies seventeenth birthday party. So, when dinner was done and the winter weather had began, I made my Dad rush me home and then up to Border Catina just in time to catch them leaving and going to Berti's house. At Bert's house, the basement table found me, Julie, Sam, Berti, Summers, Tripp, Kelley and Beth playing Strip Spoons, which ended up with Bert, Kelley, and Tripp with no shirt on and rest of us down to the bare minimums. As the game got down to the line we heard the nice, comforting voice of Mrs. Uberti calming Charlie upstairs. The point being that we weren't supposed to be at Berti's because no one was home. We scattered like deer in head lights. Berti ran upstairs with just gym shorts on, while the girls all piled into the bathroom, Tripp picked up the pile of clothes and ran to a closet. I quickly ran around the basement a couple times, before deciding that the best place would be the room where Tripp was. Dave then came to the door and told us that Mrs. Uberti was coming down, and we should get out of there. so we came out and sucked up to her as much as possible. It was fine until she told Berti that, "David I know there are girls down here, so I am going back upstairs. You will invite them out of the bathroom and then I will come back down and introduce myself." After she chased the girls out of the house and Tripp left, Kyle and DPC came over for a fun night. Yes parents, if you read, I don't tell lies, we got trashed. When everybody left Berti got the vodka from outside the basement window. He got stuck in the process, but was able to fall off the window sill while protecting the precious goods. We transferred some to a water bottle then poured into our cups from their. After the first couple glasses we thought that we were going to need more cause this wasn't doing anything. So, we got more and the last couple put us over the top. Breakdown:

Dave: A supreme being when drunk. Most likely God, Buddha, Allah and all the others rolled into one. I'm actually positive if we gave him shots and then locked in a room with a Sudoku Book, he might actually finish the entire thing in under five minutes. Since little affected his strong mind, he mainly watched out for us.

Dan: Well, Dans just out there when he is drunk, I don't really remember except the fact that he called Kelley and tried to convince her he wasn't gay by telling her he was a "tit-man" and that he needed Julies help on MTL Logs, but some how got on the topic of cake. Oh yeah, and something about a Legend- wait do you mean map key?

Berti: All he does is tell stories which take half-n-hour because he repeats himself like five times when explaining a specific part. Thats about it for him, story-telling.

Kyle: Some would say angry drunk, but I think its the fact that Dan was "being a pussy" in Kyles eyes, so he needed to tell Dan that through yelling at him. Also funny, and claims he doesn't remember the conversation me and him had:

Me: "Kyle, look what I found, Hot-Fudge Sundae Poptarts!"

Kyle: "Wheres all the hot?"

Wow.

Me: Well, I jacked my knee up pretty badly when bouncing on an excercise ball, but other than that, according to Dan, I'm still crazy, I just can't stand up.

That morning Mrs. Uberti made us waffles and pancakes which I couldn't eat, so I went home and slept all day