<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:47:10.174-04:00</updated><category term='high school'/><category term='college'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='poem'/><title type='text'>We're All a Little Wicked Sometimes. . .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512351217395767043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SEcZMfMlRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4tbICmVqysQ/S220/IMG_0304.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932.post-4448800027286994830</id><published>2009-03-22T11:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:08:59.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bitch, The Ringleader, The Britney</title><content type='html'>Ayo. :)  I don't think you'd believe what I'm doing right now.  It's pretty funny actually.  Well, I just got a new 42 inch LCD HD TV and it has a hookup for computers.  So lets just say my laptops computer screen is now 42 inches wide.  It's pretty amazing, not going to lie.  To make it that much better, I have a wireless keyboard and mouse so I can use my computer from my couch watching the giant screen.  Life is good. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post, I have experienced the most magnificent thing ever, for a second time, that being BRITNEY SPEARS.  It was ABSOLUTELY amazing.  My seats were incredible, I was literally about 30 feet from the stage, so she was actually person size and not ant size! :D  The Pussycat Dolls opened, which was also amazing.  But the "Circus" was one I will never forget.  Here are some pictures for you, and perhaps a video: ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZfDbDD6cI/AAAAAAAAADk/_jF4WWWs2v0/s1600-h/IMG00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZfDbDD6cI/AAAAAAAAADk/_jF4WWWs2v0/s320/IMG00060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316040922562292162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZfDtIPGBI/AAAAAAAAADs/6eIMWUlFnoA/s1600-h/IMG00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZfDtIPGBI/AAAAAAAAADs/6eIMWUlFnoA/s320/IMG00072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316040927415834642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZfD3SS2mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/p8ddbSc_wjw/s1600-h/IMG00087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZfD3SS2mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/p8ddbSc_wjw/s320/IMG00087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316040930142378594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the final bow, I was quite saddened by this.  It meant she was leaving me. :( I HAVE to go see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZfEIQsh_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/e01l8Zg8H1A/s1600-h/IMG00089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZfEIQsh_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/e01l8Zg8H1A/s320/IMG00089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316040934699075570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Gabby, she and I sat together while Alex and Rob sat on the other side of the arena.  We had so much fun just singing and dancing.  Oh, btw, you can see the stage in the background of that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1f5ac591d01dafe1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f5ac591d01dafe1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048344%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D354926416DFBE34155FA8CF57FF08CE199B82364.220334E4D461EEF28923B076D604040C4EA9CF12%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f5ac591d01dafe1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyimtW_zCPpKNciCbEMAZax_x-mo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f5ac591d01dafe1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330048344%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D354926416DFBE34155FA8CF57FF08CE199B82364.220334E4D461EEF28923B076D604040C4EA9CF12%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f5ac591d01dafe1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyimtW_zCPpKNciCbEMAZax_x-mo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a video of Womanizer for you to enjoy.  Live some of the concert vicariously through me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I was there.  I HAD to buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; so I could remember this, and in true Anthony fashion, I bought one of the top hats with the big Britney emblem on the top.  As a result of this, my friends and I decided that we should do a Circus themed photoshoot (we do photoshoots from time to time on different things. They're pretty fun.).  So I tried the hat out and Alex and I decided we would be the ringleaders so here's a preview :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZgZchp4DI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q8Ab0hTPXmk/s1600-h/SDC10954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZgZchp4DI/AAAAAAAAAEE/q8Ab0hTPXmk/s320/SDC10954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316042400427794482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think? :) I like it. Haha.  Just so you can understand what one of our "photoshoots" are like, here's a picture or two of out last Rock/Hippie one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZhvFjM0JI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-W70y3DA6Ho/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZhvFjM0JI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-W70y3DA6Ho/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316043871729012882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZhuzevpaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/T0kqhgg0b8o/s1600-h/IMG_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZhuzevpaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/T0kqhgg0b8o/s320/IMG_0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316043866878485922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really have to go before my Mom gets home and yells at me for not doing anything.  But I'll be back soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Monday night to not forget,&lt;br /&gt;a woman, blonde, yet once brunette.&lt;br /&gt;She danced on stage and sang in tune,&lt;br /&gt;and electrified everyone's mood.&lt;br /&gt;She once was trapped inside herself,&lt;br /&gt;but is now coming back with her fans help.&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Britney, and she may be a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;but she's the Ringleader of this Circus, which is going off without a hitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943209756779117932-4448800027286994830?l=anthonyfederici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1f5ac591d01dafe1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/4448800027286994830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943209756779117932&amp;postID=4448800027286994830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/4448800027286994830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/4448800027286994830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/2009/03/bitch-ringleader-britney.html' title='The Bitch, The Ringleader, The Britney'/><author><name>anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512351217395767043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SEcZMfMlRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4tbICmVqysQ/S220/IMG_0304.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/ScZfDbDD6cI/AAAAAAAAADk/_jF4WWWs2v0/s72-c/IMG00060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932.post-5871869222593739068</id><published>2009-03-15T13:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:46:01.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really mad at myself right now. . .</title><content type='html'>Hey there! Long-time, no-talk.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually really mad at myself for not writing as I had wanted to.  I've really disappointed myself over it. :(  I wanted to share. . .myself you could say with all of you.  I still can though, I just have to start making it a habit to write and share :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to catch you guys up, lots of things have happened since my birthday.  Lots and LOTS of things.  I completely broke the promise I made last post of staying away from the male species.  Lets see, since Ronnie, there was Chris, Dave, and now Keith.  I guess I should explain what happened with each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris:&lt;br /&gt;I go to school with Chris.  We're in the same grade, and he was someone that I considered I would NEVER date.   He just isn't my type, on almost every level.  BUT, one day, we just started talking online IMing each other and then he challenges me to a bet.  He wanted to see who was the better kisser.  Of course, I knew this was just his way of trying to hook up with me, but at that time I didn't really care I guess.  So, in between classes at school in the hidden stairwell in the auditorium, we'd meet on occasion and hook up.  The hooking up then turned into a "relationship" which I don't think I really wanted.  At least none of my friends wanted it for me.  So one night, he was supposed to meet me at a play at school with some of my friends.  It was pretty close to show time and I was so upset, since I thought I was being stood up.  I ended up making a bet with my friends I was with that if he didn't show up by the time the show started, I'd break up with him.  As you can bet, he didn't show up until later and he had some lame excuse.  So, once again I hid from him in the hallway with some friends, ran away, and my friend Alex told him it was over.  Cowardly, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave:&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't really know where to start here.  Dave and I met online, again, bad idea.  You'd think that I would have learned from Ronnie, OH no.  Well, we met finally, started dating, and it went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; well for about a month.  (This was around the holidays mind you.)  After about a month, I honestly started to regret the relationship.  It just wasn't really working for me anymore.  Well, over Christmas time, I went on a cruise with my mom, which was amazing by the way (I'll post some pictures later, I don't have them right now) and anyway, on the cruise I finally figured out what to do and found my feelings out.  When I got back, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attempted&lt;/span&gt; to break it off with Dave, and easily.  But, as I know oh so well, nothing ever goes easy for me.  So of course Dave "fought" it at all costs.  Begging, yelling, crying, you name it, he did it.  Then FINALLY he got the point that we were over and got mad at me, forgave, got mad, forgave, etc.  It was so ridiculous I was ready to flip out, and I just about did.  Now, it's still sort of like that, but he doesn't try to talk to me anymore and when he does, I just ignore him. Call me a bitch if you want, but if you were in my place, you'd do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith:&lt;br /&gt;So, after all of this, I finally met someone nice and worthwhile.  Keith.  BUT, I have to say, once again my timing could not have been worse.  When we started talking, Keith was dating an older guy.  But he said it working, but not his ideal relationship.  Or at least something like that.  In any event, he left this older guy finally for me.  I thought we'd start dating shortly thereafter, but we've run into a couple of speed bumps.   There have been a couple little tiffs between us and we're still getting over them.  So I'm still single, but. . .I'm not looking for anyone else, Keith is it :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Glad I got that over with.  So I guess I completely broke my promise eh?!  But anyway, now you are basically caught up with the relationship statuses of Anthony Federici.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just on other things, school has been pretty good for the most part, minus AP Chemistry.  Chem is ridiculous, although, I just go on and get steady B's. Also, I have a competition in three weeks, for my accordion.  I'm SO excited for it although very nervous at the same time because I'm competing in the New England Championship.  I cannot wait.  OH ALSO tomorrow night, I'm going to see BRITNEY SPEARS BITCH. :) I cannot wait for that either, like seriously.  I love Britney, and I have since I was little.  I've seen her once before, but I can't wait for this one because it's her comeback and come-on, comebacks are ALWAYS better :).  I'll let you know how that goes, hopefully pictures included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a PreCalculus and AP Chem test tomorrow, so I'm going to go and hopefully study for those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months pass&lt;br /&gt;and I've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm back&lt;br /&gt;with new stories to be told.&lt;br /&gt;New words of "wisdom,"&lt;br /&gt;new times to share,&lt;br /&gt;new things to say, get out, and let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943209756779117932-5871869222593739068?l=anthonyfederici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/5871869222593739068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943209756779117932&amp;postID=5871869222593739068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/5871869222593739068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/5871869222593739068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-really-mad-at-myself-right-now.html' title='I&apos;m really mad at myself right now. . .'/><author><name>anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512351217395767043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SEcZMfMlRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4tbICmVqysQ/S220/IMG_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932.post-5458986175938280091</id><published>2008-09-20T23:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:01:59.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A day going down in history. . .</title><content type='html'>So, today was...interesting, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been on in a while. Ive been all over the place since my last post, and TONS of things have happened since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sean and I aren't together anymore, a shame, I know.&lt;br /&gt;-School started, work ended.&lt;br /&gt;-I found a new boy (It has to do with my day).&lt;br /&gt;-And just lots of other things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I even start?? Really? Well, there's this kid Ronnie I met online. He's a couple years older than me, and everyone advised me against seeing or dating him. Of course, being me, I rebelled. Well, today I finally got to meet him, I should have just listened. It was...interesting. I was with him and his friend Brittney, and my friend Alex. Before Ronnie got there it was pretty fun with Alex, we dressed each other, as we usually do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SNXFAh20ILI/AAAAAAAAACg/eaMQ96U69_Y/s1600-h/0920081531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248317553649131698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SNXFAh20ILI/AAAAAAAAACg/eaMQ96U69_Y/s320/0920081531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex tried to make me look "bangable," I don't know, what do you think? ahah  Then we found this mask in this trade store, oh my god, it was just fucking scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SNXFVL2KOkI/AAAAAAAAACo/nWCyGUUgcgQ/s1600-h/0920081551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248317908518058562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SNXFVL2KOkI/AAAAAAAAACo/nWCyGUUgcgQ/s320/0920081551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I mean, come on, LOOK AT THAT THING!!  =) THEN, I met up with Ronnie, for the first time ever may I add.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just everything about the situation was wrong, he didn't seem into me, there were some major turn offs, and it just was not right.  Finally, with the enlisted help of a couple, very attractive, Abercrombie workers, Alex and I broke free from them and ran to Bertucci's and had a wonderful lunch/dinner.  BEST afternoon, I must say, although I felt bad for doing that to him.  But now, it isn't really bothering me.  He keeps texting me, and I'm just ignoring. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so tomorrow is my 16th birthday.  And I have to voulenteer at the CVS 5K downtown.  Can you believe it, voulenteering on your birthday?!  Oh well, it's for a good cause, and it's only for a few hours.  I did it last year, it was pretty fun.  But then I'm going to Alex's,  she and I are having a "Not-birthday party," cause I haven't had a party in forever.  It should be fun.  Hell, anything with Alex is fun.  Even ditching random boys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I definately think it's safe to say I'm sticking to the female species for a while, possibly forever, I cannot deal with the very gay people.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, it's just 12:00 AM September 21st, 2008.  HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY TO ME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry, no poem tonight, not REALLY in the mood, gotta get up in 7 hours. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CIAOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943209756779117932-5458986175938280091?l=anthonyfederici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/5458986175938280091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943209756779117932&amp;postID=5458986175938280091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/5458986175938280091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/5458986175938280091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-going-down-in-history.html' title='A day going down in history. . .'/><author><name>anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512351217395767043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SEcZMfMlRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4tbICmVqysQ/S220/IMG_0304.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SNXFAh20ILI/AAAAAAAAACg/eaMQ96U69_Y/s72-c/0920081531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932.post-1542821792806283267</id><published>2008-06-13T22:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:14:39.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Sleepless Night, I Remember the Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SFM1e9KV9MI/AAAAAAAAABw/Xu6VA1smjyM/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211567999728088258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SFM1e9KV9MI/AAAAAAAAABw/Xu6VA1smjyM/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey there! Sorry I didn't blog yesturday, but it was SUCH an awesome day. I went to the beach with Sean, Alex, Gabby, and Molly. All was AMAZING. It was the first time going to the beach this year, so that was good, and going with them was an added bonus. I brought my camera along, and we took 120 pictures. =) While we were there, we relaxed, buried Molly, and made her a big boobed mermaid, swam, and just had all around fun. =) I LOVE the beach. I can't even begin to describe. I just feel so at home there. I honestly think that I never could move away from the shore, because I need the beach. If I could live there, I would. I DIDN'T get burned, which is good, but they did a little bit. OHH! And, Molly brought lemon juice. Oh, the lemon juice. They were putting it in each other's hair, which, I don't know if you know, but lemon juice highlights the hair, and..yeah, it was interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what did I do today? What DIDN'T I do today? =) I ran around like crazy today, from the doctor's, to the mall, market, and a ton of things at home. Mainly I was doing yard work though. Since my mom and I plan on selling our house, we have to make it look nice, and that includes the yard which looks like shit. So, I've been "working" on that. Actually, I don't mind working out there, oh and by the way, if you want a good ab workout, rake. =) It really does work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I'm kind of spazzing right now. Tomorrow, Alex, Gabby, Molly, and I are going to New York City to go see Rent on Broadway for Molly's birthday. I am FREAKING OUT because I'm so excited. =) I literally cannot wait, or sleep, hence me blogging now. But, it should be amazing, being with them all day, and going there. I'll let you know how it is. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm tired, and see if I can get &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SFM3CWJM4MI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OSCkRVuStyo/s1600-h/IMG_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211569707241234626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SFM3CWJM4MI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OSCkRVuStyo/s320/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the waves crashing,&lt;br /&gt;against that white-sand shore.&lt;br /&gt;The peace,&lt;br /&gt;the care,&lt;br /&gt;the nature.&lt;br /&gt;Spent with those loved,&lt;br /&gt;the place most loved,&lt;br /&gt;with those most loved.&lt;br /&gt;What more can one ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943209756779117932-1542821792806283267?l=anthonyfederici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/1542821792806283267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943209756779117932&amp;postID=1542821792806283267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/1542821792806283267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/1542821792806283267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-sleepless-night-i-remember-sand.html' title='This Sleepless Night, I Remember the Sand'/><author><name>anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512351217395767043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SEcZMfMlRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4tbICmVqysQ/S220/IMG_0304.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SFM1e9KV9MI/AAAAAAAAABw/Xu6VA1smjyM/s72-c/IMG_0662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932.post-291138366496488421</id><published>2008-06-11T13:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:46:16.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blah Day. . .</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging early today, well, at least what is considered early for me. But, I am now because I don't really have anything else todo. Actually, that's a lie. There's a SHITLOAD of things for me todo, that I could do. But, I don't &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to do any of them, so I'm not. That probably isn't a very good idea though. My mom will most likely be pissed, but I'll deal with it. I'm actually enjoying my day of nothing. I'm getting things done that I haven't been able to in a while. I uploaded some really old pictures to Facebook that I haven't had time to do, oh and I SHAVED! You have to check this out, I havent shaved since Friday, and it was bad; look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SFALHwp84VI/AAAAAAAAABg/k2g-7DljElk/s1600-h/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210676996815511890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SFALHwp84VI/AAAAAAAAABg/k2g-7DljElk/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a horrible picture of me, but it shows, kinda, how I haven't shaved. It was actually a lot worse, anyways, now I am a lot better. =) I'm glad, because I was getting quite scruffy, and it was annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I said, I dont really have anything to do today, but I do have a the eyedoctors, FOR REAL tonight. I'm kind of excited to go; I don't know why, but I like going to the eyedoctors. I hope I get new glasses, I like new glasses. =) Tomorrow I am supposed to be going to the beach with Gabby, Alex, Molly, and Sean. I'm EXTREMELY excited to go, because I get to see Sean; I really miss him. The really funny thing about us going to the beach, together, is that he is EXTREMELY white, because he is irish, and I get EXTREMELY dark, almost black, because I'm very italian. We have an . . . interracial relationship; at least that's what we call it. You have to see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SFANk-GTObI/AAAAAAAAABo/ifI99M9TW_0/s1600-h/n536288703_483530_4038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210679697663539634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SFANk-GTObI/AAAAAAAAABo/ifI99M9TW_0/s320/n536288703_483530_4038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm madly in love with this picture, he's so adorable. But, I think you see what I mean, he is WHITE, and that is me, BEFORE summer, and I get tan. So, only imagine the contrast between us by August. It should be interesting =). Anyway, I'm going to get going, and &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; do &lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt; around here. If not, I'll just chill. I'll let you know how the beach is. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time,&lt;br /&gt;going non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;No time to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;or look around;&lt;br /&gt;to see the world around you,&lt;br /&gt;or even where you stand.&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment,&lt;br /&gt;a day,&lt;br /&gt;to one's self.&lt;br /&gt;It all deserved,&lt;br /&gt;for living,&lt;br /&gt;is hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CIAOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943209756779117932-291138366496488421?l=anthonyfederici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/291138366496488421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943209756779117932&amp;postID=291138366496488421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/291138366496488421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/291138366496488421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/2008/06/blah-day.html' title='A Blah Day. . .'/><author><name>anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512351217395767043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SEcZMfMlRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4tbICmVqysQ/S220/IMG_0304.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SFALHwp84VI/AAAAAAAAABg/k2g-7DljElk/s72-c/IMG_0552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932.post-1923127163295389215</id><published>2008-06-10T23:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:12:14.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Alzheimers?</title><content type='html'>Today was a rather boring day, for the first time in quite a few actually.  I've been talking to Sean all day though, so that's good.  =) But I miss him like crazy, since I now know what it's like to spend all of that time with him.  Alex came over today though.  She rode her bike over, even thought it was about 100 degrees outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is something that is getting rediculous around here.  I can usually handle the heat, and I like &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; of it, like high 80s, low 90s.  But not this 100 degree shit.  And people say that there isn't any global warming, HA.  The globe certaintly isn't cooling, that's for sure.  Anyways, Alex came over, and I made us some spaghetti and gravy.  It was pretty amazing actually.  I'm proud of myself.  Then we went to Coollicks, and got some ice cream.  It was GODLY in all of this heat.  Then I walked home and talked to Janessa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I've never talked about Janessa.  Well she is the sister that I've never had.  That's her actually, in the picture to the right.  I've known her since 6th grade, and ever since, we've been so close.  I talk to her at least once a day, in some way, shape, or form.  She's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I talked to her, as usual, and things were usual.  Then I got ready to go to the eyedoctors.  So, when my mom got home, we left right away and first we went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, because I needed my summer reading books, (ugh) and then we went to the eyedoctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I bet you're wondering what the title has to do with any of this.  Well, my mom and I pull up to the eyedoctors and there is a sign that says "Will be bacj at 8:30."  Mind you, our appointment was for 5:30.  I FLIPPED a shit, and my mom realized our appointment was for tomorrow night.  Forgetful huh?  Then she almost got us into an accident about 3 times.  She was being a REAL airhead tonight, and I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm trying to make my Vista into a Mac, and it's getting a little nerve-racking, but I'm getting there.  So, I'm going to go try and finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mind forgetting what is what,&lt;br /&gt;slipping by reality,&lt;br /&gt;confusing fate with dreams.&lt;br /&gt;You must stay centered,&lt;br /&gt;and keep grip to life.&lt;br /&gt;For if you let it get away,&lt;br /&gt;it can ruin everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943209756779117932-1923127163295389215?l=anthonyfederici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/1923127163295389215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943209756779117932&amp;postID=1923127163295389215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/1923127163295389215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/1923127163295389215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/2008/06/early-alzheimers.html' title='Early Alzheimers?'/><author><name>anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512351217395767043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SEcZMfMlRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4tbICmVqysQ/S220/IMG_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932.post-79844191630695486</id><published>2008-06-09T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:04:04.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I'll Never Forget</title><content type='html'>Hey there. I'm watching Rent right now, which is basically my life.  Well, I mean, the story is my life, or at least it was.  I don't think it applies as much anymore, since Sean, but he's amazing. =)  So Saturday, I am going to New York with a few friends, Molly, Alex, and Gabby, to go see Rent on broadway, before it ends in September. =( I'm sad it's ending, but im SOUPT to go see it.  I cannot even begin to imagine the 4 of us, in a car, with Molly's mom.  I feel bad for her Mom, God only knows what she's going to have to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the past 24 hours have been the most memorable ever in my life.  It was the most SPECTACULAR day in my life.  Sean came over last night, he slept over, and we spent the whole day together, alone.  We didn't do much of anything, but that's what made it so amazing.  Just being with him makes me happy.  We hung out all over my house; it was great. =) Godd, I'm falling so in love with him, I'm starting to sound like a broken record, and a lovesick puppy, but I love it.  It's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be starting working tomorrow, but I don't know yet.  I'll probably start later this week.  I can't wait to start, for the money, but then I can wait, cause once I start, then I know that's all I'm going to be doing.  It's really a win-lose situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, "Take Me of Leave Me" is on, and I love this song, I'm gunna go watch.  See Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being in the same room as you,&lt;br /&gt;we don't even have to speak.&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is your presence,&lt;br /&gt;to make me go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;that I know is true.&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you,&lt;br /&gt;I now obsess over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of being all over you,&lt;br /&gt;too much.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think you mind,&lt;br /&gt;at least I hope you don't,&lt;br /&gt;because I love you,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not letting you,&lt;br /&gt;and this feeling go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943209756779117932-79844191630695486?l=anthonyfederici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/79844191630695486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943209756779117932&amp;postID=79844191630695486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/79844191630695486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/79844191630695486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-ill-never-forget.html' title='The Day I&apos;ll Never Forget'/><author><name>anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512351217395767043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SEcZMfMlRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4tbICmVqysQ/S220/IMG_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932.post-2981934915359584972</id><published>2008-06-07T23:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:32:16.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Murder Mystery, Some Cuddling, and an Awesome Night</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting here watching "I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry." It was funny, but now it's just getting crude, oh well. It's over anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the MOST AMAZING day, well, it was more like night. My friend Emily had her 16th birthday party at her house. It was like in the middle of east guam, but her house and yard are amazing. =) The party was murder mystery themed. It was pretty freaking awesome. I was a voodoo priest. I got intense with it too. I did my hair and even wore eye make-up. It was pretty fun though. Sean was there, which made it about 1245678976543 times better. =) I LOVE spending time with him. It doesn't really matter what we're doing, it can be anything really. Tonight we cuddled, quite a bit. I spent about 99% of the night with him. I just love holding him, and watching him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so guess what?!??! HE CAN STAY AT MY HOUSE TOMORROW NIGHT!! =) I'm SO excited, it's unbelieveable. I get to spend a whole 24 hours with him. I don't know what we'll be doing, but it won't matter, cause I'll be with him. But yes, I'm EXTREMELY excited about this. =) I love him so much, its unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I'm gunna go, I'm finding that I don't have too much to write about right now. =) I'll be back tomorrow, probably. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feel of your skin,&lt;br /&gt;so soft.&lt;br /&gt;The feel of your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;the passion.&lt;br /&gt;It feels so right.&lt;br /&gt;You're all I seem to be able to think about.&lt;br /&gt;You've invaded my mind,&lt;br /&gt;and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But I love it,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it to go away.&lt;br /&gt;I need you here with me.&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;The one.&lt;br /&gt;The one I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVESEANWALSH. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943209756779117932-2981934915359584972?l=anthonyfederici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/2981934915359584972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943209756779117932&amp;postID=2981934915359584972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/2981934915359584972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/2981934915359584972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/2008/06/murder-mystery-some-cuddling-and.html' title='A Murder Mystery, Some Cuddling, and an Awesome Night'/><author><name>anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512351217395767043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SEcZMfMlRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4tbICmVqysQ/S220/IMG_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932.post-6373266945667417114</id><published>2008-06-07T00:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:38:51.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdowns, Recitals, and Love.</title><content type='html'>It's 12:30, and I'm very tired, so if any of this is incoherent, that is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what happened today?  Well, I guess not too much.  I slept in for the first time, in a very, VERY long time, and I think I can say that it was well deserved after a week of craziness and exams.  So that was really nice.  I didn't actually do that much today, I should have, but I didn't.  I just needed a day to relax, and sit back.  I haven't had one of those in a while, and that's what I did today, nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I had my accordion recital tonight. Oh, can I just say how much of a hassle it is to organize things.  Sean came =), and he wanted someone to go with, so he wasn't alone.  So all afternoon, we called people and texted people, but NO ONE answers their freaking cell phone anymore.  Alex was going to go, but then she had a softball game, and then her sister was going to go, but the her mom had a mental breakdown I guess.  That's what Alex said.  I don't exactly know what happened, but I do know that her mom was freaking out, and taking it out on them.  I feel really bad, cause I know what that can be like.  But there isn't really anything I can do, except be here for them if they need me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the recital.  It actually went well.  I finally got nervous throughout the day, and it was all for not.  I got an AWESOME introduction from my teacher; he introduced me as "the next New England Champion."  So, I guess I have a lot to live up to now, but I'm excited, and more ready than ever for it. =)  I played my solo pretty well, I play one mistake, but everyone said I played really well, and didn't notice.  But I noticed, and it still bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, can I just say I have an amazing boyfriend.  I'm probably going to be talking about him a lot, so get used to it. =) He makes me feel so damn special, and loved.  But I love him oh so much, more than I think he knows. =) I know we haven't been dating for extremely long, but I feel as though it has been, and I love it.  I'm trying to convince my mom to let him stay over monday, so we can spend some time together, I REALLY REALLY want him to.  But, I'll let you know what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'm going to go talk to Sean a bit more then head off to bed.  I'll be back tomorrow I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notes sprawled across the lined page,&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of a melody streaming through my head.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the music,&lt;br /&gt;but to put it into words,&lt;br /&gt;or music,&lt;br /&gt;feels impossible to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's something I love,&lt;br /&gt;I adore.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that can make me truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;My music.&lt;br /&gt;My life.&lt;br /&gt;My addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Sean Walsh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943209756779117932-6373266945667417114?l=anthonyfederici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/6373266945667417114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943209756779117932&amp;postID=6373266945667417114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/6373266945667417114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/6373266945667417114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/2008/06/breakdowns-recitals-and-love.html' title='Breakdowns, Recitals, and Love.'/><author><name>anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512351217395767043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SEcZMfMlRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4tbICmVqysQ/S220/IMG_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932.post-6938756708955396825</id><published>2008-06-05T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:41:17.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ends and Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching So You Think You Can Dance, and I decided that I should blog. =)  Today was my final exam as a sophmore, ever.  I am officially now a junior.  I know I said that it scared me a bit, but to be honest, it doesn't anymore.  I got over it, I'm actually excited now.  I'm just going to take this summer, and enjoy it all I can.  Or at least I'll try, seeing as how I'm working 40 freaking hours a week.  It's a full time job!  But, I will be making $10 an hour, so it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my accordion recital tomorrow, and I'm not really nervous at all.  It's extremely weird.  I'm usually nervous, even if only a little.  Even my teacher says that if you aren't nervous for a competition or performance, then you aren't normal.  So, I'm now nervous about not being nervous, but I'll get over it. =)  I normally do, and I'm playing a solo that I'm positive of, I love the song, and it isn't easy, but I can play it, so I should be all set. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to add to yesturdays post.  Sean Raymond Walsh is amazing. =) I never thought I'd be so happy with someone so early, but I seriously love him.  He makes me so happy, and I love talking to him.  I really hope I can spend a lot of time with him this summer.  Actually, I NEED to spend a lot of time with him this summer, I think I would loose my mind if I couldn't.  I just love him, so much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Sean's coming back now, so I'm gunna go talk to him. =) Talk to you later. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;A whole year,&lt;br /&gt;wasted,&lt;br /&gt;hiding behind this facade of who I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;But then this comes along.&lt;br /&gt;A brand new thing,&lt;br /&gt;a brand new feeling,&lt;br /&gt;a brand new me.&lt;br /&gt;My life has been full of bad timing,&lt;br /&gt;and bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;But, this couldn't have any better timing,&lt;br /&gt;it couldn't feel any better,&lt;br /&gt;this couldn't be anymore right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943209756779117932-6938756708955396825?l=anthonyfederici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/6938756708955396825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943209756779117932&amp;postID=6938756708955396825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/6938756708955396825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/6938756708955396825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/2008/06/ends-and-beginnings.html' title='Ends and Beginnings'/><author><name>anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512351217395767043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SEcZMfMlRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4tbICmVqysQ/S220/IMG_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932.post-3195828659805761504</id><published>2008-06-04T22:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:25:06.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>I'm in the best mood EVER right now. =)</title><content type='html'>Hey there everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm starting by saying, I AM IN THE BEST FRICKEN MOOD RIGHT NOW EVER. I guess I'll tell you why. =) Well, as of recent, I've come out, and told people I'm bi. So, I now have a boyfriend. His name is Sean, and he is the most amazing person in the world. =) Well, at least I think so. We've been dating for about 2 1/2 weeks, and its been pretty amazing. I've never really had any luck in relationships; they were all short lived, and they never really felt right. But this one, it feels so right. What is almost scaring me though, is that I'm falling for him so quickly. I mean, I love it, and I love him, so much. But loving him this much this quickly is a little weird. But I'm done questioning it, I'm just going with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my last exam and my last 2 hours of my sophmore year tomorrow. I'm really excited, but kinda sad at the same time. I LOVED this year, it just flew right by! And I'm really excited to be an upperclassman next year, I'm going to be a junior! But then at the same time, I'm a little nervous or sad because that means I'm another year closer to college, and the real world, which is one scary-ass concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm kinda tired, so I'm gunna get going. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions running through the veins of this heart,&lt;br /&gt;not knowing where they're going to bring me.&lt;br /&gt;I let them go, with a bit of caution,&lt;br /&gt;for I've gotten hurt too many times.&lt;br /&gt;But now,&lt;br /&gt;this is different,&lt;br /&gt;at least I think.&lt;br /&gt;I love him,&lt;br /&gt;and he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;Life seems perfect,&lt;br /&gt;because he is just what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943209756779117932-3195828659805761504?l=anthonyfederici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/3195828659805761504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943209756779117932&amp;postID=3195828659805761504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/3195828659805761504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/3195828659805761504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-in-best-mood-ever-right-now.html' title='I&apos;m in the best mood EVER right now. =)'/><author><name>anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512351217395767043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SEcZMfMlRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4tbICmVqysQ/S220/IMG_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932.post-3331379561292115595</id><published>2008-06-03T23:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:59:32.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been neglective =\ Wait, is that a word?</title><content type='html'>Once again, I'm sitting here, and it's almost midnight.  I was just talking to my friend Gabby, again, and we were talking about blogs.  I knew that I had this,  I just never really had the time to go anywhere with it, or do anything.  But, I've decided that I'm gonna try to do more with it now that school is basically over, and I can use it over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week, the "exam" week, or better known as the "week from hell." Oh, it's just wonderful.  "Studying" every minute of everyday, preparing for a test that is meant to signify everything we have learned all year.  Yeah, right. . . It's more like a rediculous review on an extremely long test of the things that we are NEVER going to need to know for the rest of our lives.  I'm not saying school is rediculous, just the exams, and about 75% of the things we learn are.  For example, do we REALLY need to know about physics, or the extensive in depth learnings of chemistry.  How many people are going to become physicists or chemists?  I mean, really &lt;strong&gt;come on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really not feeling that well right now.  All run down from the exams, my brain has now turned to mush, and I don't think I know my lefts from my rights.  It's &lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt; rediculous.  By the way, before I go, I've decided that I'm going to try to close every posts with a poem.  It's just kinda something that I do, they are either really long and in depth, or short, sweet, and to the point.  It all matters on how I'm feeling at the time.  But they always have something to do with my feelings at the moment.  So let me know how they are, I REALLY appreciate criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit staring at the computer screen,&lt;br /&gt;the blinking text bar, the line&lt;br /&gt;full of empty space.&lt;br /&gt;A thought not being able to be put into words,&lt;br /&gt;while a multitude of things&lt;br /&gt;swirl around within.&lt;br /&gt;An idea wishing to be an action,&lt;br /&gt;to come to life&lt;br /&gt;and be real.&lt;br /&gt;But it will forever be an idea,&lt;br /&gt;a blinking text bar,&lt;br /&gt;a line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;full&lt;/u&gt; of &lt;em&gt;empty&lt;/em&gt; space.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943209756779117932-3331379561292115595?l=anthonyfederici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/3331379561292115595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943209756779117932&amp;postID=3331379561292115595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/3331379561292115595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/3331379561292115595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-neglective-wait-is-that-word.html' title='I&apos;ve been neglective =\ Wait, is that a word?'/><author><name>anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512351217395767043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2uzeU7ETA0s/SEcZMfMlRSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4tbICmVqysQ/S220/IMG_0304.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943209756779117932.post-3044276414808871359</id><published>2008-03-24T01:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T01:29:36.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1:30 AM post. No Life, maybe?</title><content type='html'>So,&lt;br /&gt;I'm literally sitting here, in bed, at 130 in the morning on my laptop staring at my empty and boring as all hell blog.  Well, I am talking to my friend Gabby.  So, my being up isn't totally pointless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am very bored though.  Im just sitting here with my iPod on, and watching Law&amp;amp;Order.  Thank God I do not have school tomorrow, cause I really would be screwed.  But hey, what else is new in this life?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Easter, or yesturday I guess now, because its 130 haha.  It was pretty fun, my two aunts and 2 cousins came over.  They cooked and did everything. =) Its so much more fun that way.  I love cooking, but holidays havent exactly been the greatest since Jim died.  Oh well, we'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm really tired, and bored, so I'm gunna attempt to sleep. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3943209756779117932-3044276414808871359?l=anthonyfederici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/feeds/3044276414808871359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3943209756779117932&amp;postID=3044276414808871359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/3044276414808871359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3943209756779117932/posts/default/3044276414808871359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anthonyfederici.blogspot.com/2008/03/130-am-post-no-life-maybe.html' title='1:30 AM post. 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