Virginia Is For Lovers. California On The Other Hand….

 

“Proposition 8: Gay marriage ban  Yes 52.0%  No 48.0%  Precincts reporting: ~95.0%” -LA Times

                                                             I See NO Difference

What annoys me is people don’t see this as discrimination. Would you ban an interracial couple to get married. How about two mentally disabled people? The only thing worse about 8 passing is Arkansas’ newest law passed last night; Same Sex Couples Are Not Allowed To Adopt. I hear this and I think of pictures of water fountains and diners, with a sign over the nice side saying “Whites Only” and a sign over the shitty fountain and the back door of the diner saying “Colored.” Just when you think America took two steps forward last night by extinguishing a racism which has existed for over 200 years, the country takes one big step back.
But there is hope…

Some Notes From The Debate…

Here are some notes I wrote I my phone during tonight’s debate:

-All of McCain’s responces had to do with records and experience and NO answers. If you know how to do it, then tell us!!!

-Name some Democrat Senators that you have reached across the aisle to work with who aren’t now considered “Independent” or Republican. 

-He keeps saying Obama hasn’t had to take on the big wigs of the Democratic Party…maybe because he hasn’t had to….AND I’M NOT YOUR FRIEND ASSHOLE!

-His attacks are painting him as a bitter old man.

-People in Tennessee aren’t gonna be driving to Arizona to go see a doctor!

-It’s not and attack on Pakistan! It’s an attack on Osama Bin Laden. And didn’t you say Reagan was your hero? What’s this Teddy is my hero shit?

-McCain walks like my grandpa.

-He says that he doesn’t wanna start another Cold War, but all of his ideas seem headed that way.

-Hey John, were you a POW? Just wondering…

-Stop trying to be funny and get to your answer…”Maybe…hehe GOD IM FUNNY!”

-Didn’t your hero Ronald Reagan sit down with a leader of an enemy nation? Oh wait, Reagan’s not your hero…Teddy is….or did you switch it again?

-Is that Tina Fey as Sarah Palin sitting in the audience?

-Yes, we know you know what it’s like to be fighting for this country. You were a POW…I think…

-Record Record Record

-What you don’t know is how to use a computer and who those damned kids are listening to these days…The Big Bopper?

14 hours left…

Well how about that. Where did the time go?

It is the eve of my last day in high school. How did this happen. It seems like everything was just a few days ago.

I walked into school only to see everything splattered with ketchup and tomato sauce. The seniors had tried to intimidate us freshman, declaring that they were kings of the school. In the meantime, we were left unintimidated. I continued to Theater 1, where I came to meet someone who eventually became one of my best friends. I didn’t know it at the time, but that class and classroom would have one of the biggest impacts on my life.

I never knew I could truly fall in love with something that wasn’t baseball or movies. My whole life up until that moment was Dodgers Dodgers Dodgers, movies movies movies. But high school added an element into my life. I fell in love with the CHS Theater program.  I had never guessed that that would have happened. But it did, and it changed my life. I would be a completely different person than I am today without it. 

But enough about that, I wrote an entire essay about that.

 I’m ready, but I’m not. I want to go to Oregon. I want to graduate. I’m excited for my next chapter. But I don’t want to leave. I want to stay. I want to continue my time at CHS, especially in Theater and Music. Talk about bittersweet. I want to do another show. I want more DTASC. Just one more ComedySportz game. But I can’t. And I have to move on.  

As I left that classroom that started everything for me on Monday, it finally hit me. My journey is complete. Although I want more, I have done all I could do. I have loved CHS, but it’s over now. Vonnegut said it best…

 

So It Goes… 

Well…That’s No Fun!

As I sat at Nutrition today, I had a realization. I am the last to leave. Everyone leaves for school the end of August or beginning of September. But I don’t leave for Oregon till the very end of September. So, all my friends go off to their schools and on with the rest of their lives, and I’m stuck in Calabasas, making my final goodbyes weeks after everyone else made theirs. So what do I do in the time being? What do I do between the time Dusty and Stephanie and Ben et al leave and I leave with my fellow Ducks? 
       1. Fill up on Dodger Games- there is no baseball in Oregon!!!! UO has no team and no pro team for hundreds of miles. There’s a single A team for the Padres in Eugene, but their season ends the beginning of August. So I go to as many Dodger Games as I can.

       2. Visit local friends in college. Dusty and David take me to some USC games, all will be good.

       3. Pay my final respects to CHS. Maybe go to a rehearsal for the play. Make sure a cappella doesn’t go belly up.
       4. Enjoy it. I may be alone, but it will be the last time that I will ever call my house, my room, my bed, my permanent home, home. The last time I will wake up everyday and see my parents and my dog. I will be excited to leave and join my fellow members of the Class of 2012 on our road to the rest of our lives and great successes. But in the end, I will miss Calabasas and the things I do everyday that I take for granted.

 

What if my roommate doesn’t like LOST or The Office!!!!?????

That’s Our Way! HEY HEY!

Some of you may be wondering what that picture is at the top of my page. 

I spent 7 years of my life at Castlemont School. 7 years. That’s the most I will ever spend at 1 school in my entire life. And in one moment, it was gone. The school where I learned the basics for everything. The school where I won a football championship. The school where I ended my baseball career. The school where I first acted (as Macduff in Macbeth). The school where I first sang. Gone.

I had seen alumni come back to visit, and walk the campus and see old teachers. But in one moment, I would never experience that.  All I can do is stand at the gates, or sit in the parking lot and gaze into the school I grew up in. The lawn is over-grown and weeded over. The “Castle” playground has been removed. The “Field Of Dreams” sign on the field still attached to a fence, still with the dents of 100 baseballs hitting it. If you look closely, you can still see the imprint of “Castlemont School” on the bricks outside the Auditorium where there was once a metal sign.

 

About a week after my graduation, due to foolish errors and careless spending, the director declared bankruptcy and Castlemont was closed forever. Teachers, TA’s, and other faculty and staff put out of work. Hundreds of students were left to find new schools. And the Class of 2002? We were left with a memory.

 

I plan on getting onto the school’s playground before I go to college. I plan on doing whatever it takes, even if it means jumping the fences that we once thought to be 1000 feet tall.

 

Its been 6 years since I graduated from Castlemont. 6 years since I played handball and four-square on the “black-top.” 6 years since I ran the track, hiked a football, and turned a double play on the “Field of Dreams.” I just want to one more time. 

D.O.B

I am sitting here holding a pack of cigarettes. I don’t smoke. I don’t intend to smoke. I don’t want to smoke. As I said to the man at the Shell station, “It’s my 18th birthday. It’s just for the novelty of it.” 

I just did some Lottery Scratchers. I won $4 and a free ticket. What are the odds of having the same magic number 2 times in a row?

I also am holding a Super Lotto Ticket. $33 Million at stake. 2 quick picks.

6. 7. 31. 42. 44. Mega 9

11. 22.32.39. 40 Mega 12

     It was a good birthday. Thanks to everyone.

In other news, Fiddler auditions were today. I feel good. Thats about all I can say. I feel good and we’ll see how things go.  

Golden Globes officially cancelled due to Writers Strike. Fucking producers.