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[10 Jan 2008|05:30am] |
 Alabama Gypsyrose Jennings was born on November 28th, a week from when her parents expected her. At the time her father was hosting a radio show and posted a nice note on his website. "So I'm gonna take off about a week here, got a daughter comin' you know! So there won't be a radio show this week or many posts or updates. Y'all pray for Drea and hope for a good delivery of the little hellraiser. This girl sure ain't gonna take no shit from NOBODY! Talk to y'all next week, and I'll give ya the good word! SFJ". If only they'd known how correct he'd be.
 The little hellraiser soon enough had her father wrapped around her little finger, like it was with most little girls, but that wasn't to say she she didn't get along with her mother as well, but their closeness came in later in Alabama's life.
Called 'Bama Slamma by her father and Bammers by her mother, she out grew only one of the nicknames. Her father, a stubborn man, refused to give up on calling her embarrassing nick names, especially in front of her friends.
She grew up in the same place her mother did, New York. She attended public school and the flashing lights didn't bother her at all. She knew it was what she was born into, but she'd never openly admit she loved the attention.
She became interested in acting at a young age after accidentally seeing her mother on an old episode of Sopranos. She picked up a few roles while in middle school. Missing class was beginning to be a habit and so she stepped up and told her parents that she wanted to focus on something that could either be done from New York or wouldn't have a shoot lasting longer than the weekend.
Her father had taught her how to play guitar and she'd taught herself how to tinker on the piano by the time she was 16. She couldn't and still can't read sheet music, but it doesn't bother her any, she plays by ear anyway.
She started modeling at 13, gaining attention of designers who wanted her in their ads and had already decided that they'd want her in their runway when she was older. Her long legs proved to be the selling factor.
Having dabbled in everything she'd set her sights on, even stepping behind the camera to shoot a couple frames of other models on a shoot she felt satisfied and she was only 18.
Over the next three years she'd decided to step out on her own, which included getting her own place in LA so she could better focus on acting, modeling and pursuing music full time and also long phone calls home to her mom and 'pop'.
Once in LA she began to immerse herself in the party scene. Her excellent fake ID and slightly famous name let her into all the cool clubs and she quickly made friends on a circuit. She'd began to drink heavily and smoke like a chimney. It wasn't until a fateful evening when she was drunkenly getting out of a car and flashed her panties to the paparazzi that she realized she might need to cut back.
She saw herself in the paper a few days later and was so embarrassed she refused to take anyone's phone calls for three days before finally her best friend came over and did everything but bust the door down. After a stop at Pinkberry and then her favorite vintage store (where she found her now most favorite pair of slouch boots!) she began to feel better and realized it could have been worse...she could have not been wearing underwear.
She continued to go out, but realized that she didn't always need to drink to have fun and often times skipped out on the 'parties' to stay home and watch Lifetime, sometimes sappy, and sometimes cheesy romantic comedies. The only thing she liked more than that were horror movies.
She spent most of her free time attached to her computer or her phone, whichever, because she felt like if she wasn't she'd miss out on something big and exciting in the world of her friends.
She's dated boys casually, but she's never had a true heartbreak or every been very attached to one certain boy, but she's by no means a virgin or 'ice queen'.
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