I’m sitting on my wonderful big green couch next to a beautiful baby boy watching a rather inspiring movie, Happy Feet. Anyone who has been to my house is familiar with this couch. Whether they’ve slept on it, watched a movie, played games, watched any of the shows my cousins and I put on, played with Marty, kissed, ate, read, celebrated Christmas mornings. It’s kind of the heart of my house I think. So on this couch right now I am reflecting on all the times of spent on this couch with the people I love. Now, I watch Kenny, the beautiful baby boy begin his journey on this couch. It will be very fun to watch.
This summer has been insane already. I do miss school quite a bit but there is nothing like being home. This summer at Lovewell was truly magical. Enough people have said how magical it was and in what ways but I can’t help but reiterate. This marks my 5th Lovewell process and every single one has been completely different and inspirational but something about this particular group really stuck out. It could be how cooperative and trusting the students were. At first I was worried because I couldn’t see where and if we were going anywhere. But that worry was ended rather quickly. Everybody took this idea of a prison and literally ran with. When they were presented with a plot idea there wasn’t a single person who fought it. They just wanted to start writing! And that’s exactly what they did. And they created a beautiful piece of theater with some of the best music I have ever heard. People left this show impacted, that’s for sure.
Working with the staff that has guided me for the past 4 years was incredible. I love them all so much and couldn’t have asked for better role models. This is group of people I’ve been very close with over the past 4 years but this summer allowed for an even closer bond. We learned things about each other over various chairs of truth and poker parties and girl’s bathrooms. All in all I would just like to thank this group of people for being such great friends.
Ambar, Jen, Cassie, and I are trying to check off our list. I think we tried the other night and although some of the things we did might not have even been on that list….they should have been. After a great night, we sprawled out across Jen’s room about to pass out when for some reason we decided to say nice things about each other. I think it was Cassie who started and we just went around and told each other the kind thoughts we had about each other. It was awesome! Whatever happens between us ladies, I think we will always know that we are there for each other. I love you all very much.
FINALLY! Dan came to visit this week. We had so much fun. I showed him a little taste of my life. I hoped it wouldn’t freak him out and it didn’t!! Anyone who can sit through 2 and half hours of talent shows, abide by Mama Joyce’s curfew and house rules, and be thrown into the mix of my family and friends in just four days is fine in my book. More than fine.
Ok. That was long. It’s just been awhile.
Alright well I want some ice cream.
It appears that summer has officially begun.
Yeah, I’ve been home for about a month now but, finally I feel like summer has begun. Something about being with Jen, Cass, and Ambar is just right and what summer is. That’s a horrible sentence.
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Usually when summer rolls around, Lovewell doesn’t seem so distant and foreign because I usually see most of those crazy kids throughout the year. But this year that was of course not the case sooooo I felt, I don’t know, unprepared? Or something?
Well no worries readers, today was day one of Lovewell and I was totes prepared. (I said…and say totes). It was a sweet day. And weird. I had to do some adjusting such as:
- I DROVE TO LOVEWELL……WITH ALANA IN THE BACKSIT! period
- I stood on the other side of the bleachers which seems so much farther away when you are aren’t sitting.
-Sat at the staff table? Ha I just named it that.
-Didn’t have to play wax museum because didn’t want or have to
-Got to follow about 10 kids around all afternoon with D-Rock and watch their brains explode into the craziest, coolest, spunktastiest mini musical with a title having something to do with NOTHING to do with their show. Watching brains explode instead of having your brain explode is awesome and enlightening.
So I am really happy right now. Everything is going more than swimmingly. More on happiness soon? That’s silly. I just laughed out loud at myself.
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I’m afraid I’m weird because of how much I enjoy skyping people. People seem to connect webchatting with weird things it seems and I want to do NONE of those weird things I just want to see peoples faces when I talk to them. And I really just think the whole technology of it is crazy. So there. I will skype you.
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Florida radio is horrible.
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I gave my baby cousin a bath tonight. It was really fun. He started speaking in German half way through, I’m sure of it. I gave him a bubble beard which was more hilarious than I thought it was going to be. I love babies a lot and after this bath I am convinced that I will be a good mother. One bath was all I needed.
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I lost my Ariel phone charm that Ambar gave me for my really ugly phone today. My phone is completely helpless now. It has no character.
This year seems like it lasted a lifetime. It’s weird to say that I have one year down and three to go because this year seemed to bust with adventures and experiences and emotions that I can’t imagine going through three more years just as action packed.
I had great great time here. It’s weird knowing that the people that I consider my best friends (at college) I have not known for more than a year. Strange.
This year was a lot like my freshman year of high school. Trouble finding a place to fit it, finding people who were so great but now they are graduating, dabbling into independence, finally finding a niche that was just right for me. Lovely times.
I’m worried that I didn’t take advantage of the year as far as academics go but then I decided that thats what high school was for. Ha. But really. I’ve decided that college is not about the academics (hope mom doesn’t read this). I got myself all concerned the other night because I was afraid I didn’t learn anything new here just because I was doing things in my math class that I did all through out high school. Then I thought, Oh silly Angela, open your eyes little girl! I learned a lot. I won’t get into it all here because it is a lot but I did. I know things.
….this whole blog just sounds ridiculous.
IN CONCLUSION:
It was a good year.
I made some baller friends.
Met a cool dude.
Sang some sweet jams.
And learned all about how to write a press release and VSOT for broadcast.
I have a friend. Some might call it a best friend. I do.
Her name is Ambar Joanna Torres. Yes, she is Puerta Rican and will get insulted if a black man is playing the role of Berndardo in West Side Story. They aren’t the same, people.
If you are friends with Ambar and I you most likely already know how we met. We enjoy to re-enact if often.
“Brian’s sister?”
“Peter’s…friend?”
“BFFAE!”
The rest is history really. Do I dare say Ambar and I are more like sisters. I do. There were times when Ambar and I almost killed each other. Quite literally. I can re-call one loud argument in my Equinox when she opened the door while I was driving demanding to be taken the fuck home. Or when I ripped out her soul and stomped on it leaving her to walk home in the dark after I decided to get a party bus without her. Normal friends may have never spoke again. Ambar and I didn’t actually. But only for 5 days. Weirdest 5 days. We were reconnected in the room of the one, the only, Mr. Brown. Some thought he was cute. Ambar and I didn’t really think so. We had our eyes on other men. Mr. Saxon, Tyler Boccia, and “Prom ‘08″ (not the actual prom ‘08, I trust that Ambar will know what I’m talking about) to name a few.
I think it’s funny that Ambar is considered a spelling mistake.
Ambar helped me become what I am today. An expert at a spanish accent, that it’s ok to make a fool of yourself in public, the ability to fall in love with chubby men- even if it’s just a one minute crush, how to embrace my pwettiness, how to be an excellent fashion rep at the teenage girls clothing store Delias where we are always having a great day. We both continue to teach other how to seduce men. The main lesson we’ve learned from each other in that area is to never date someone your own age.
I love my friend Ambar. One day our half white half vietnamese kids will be best friends of course.
Until then, Ambar and I will be.
Amidst the craziness of this week I did something for the first time.
Fake tanning.
Ally had two free tans for the salon literally next door so I said why not eh? We walk in and there is girl sitting there, clearly annoyed that there are customers in the otherwise vacant salon. She was about my age, maybe younger, wearing an Abercrombie sweatshirt. Ally was getting a spray tan and I just wanted to try the bed. Ally asked to girl if she thought she should do the first level or the second level of spray. Abercrombie responded, “ I don’t know cause I always do it on the darkest level. I had to go to my boyfriend’s family’s reunion so I like needed to last the whole week.” This girl was not very tan so she must look ridiculous with this level 20 spray tan. Ally decided to stick to level 1. She weaseled me into buying this $4 lotion because without moisturizer, your skin takes 7 minutes to start absorbing sun. Unfortunately for me, my total tanning time was 6 minutes. So I went to my room with and clearly didn’t pay attention while Abercrombie poorly explained what I was supposed to do. There was this timer going on the wall and she told me it would go for 10 minutes before the bed would turn on. 10 minutes gave me time to undress and lotion up. I did all this quickly stupid thinking 10 minutes would not be enough time. Then I figured I would just wait in my coffin until time was up. I kept the lid open a bit so I could look at the time. There was about 4 minutes left. Longest 4 minutes of my life. I started pushing buttons inside the bed. I looked up and the time was up…and nothing happened. It just started over again. I was sure that some sort of light was supposed to go on.
So I was just hanging in my dark coffin for about a minute until I hear Abercrombie at the door. “Angela? Are you having a problem?” Ally who is getting sprayed down in the room next to me lets out a belly laugh. “Yes I believe I do.” I put some clothes on and opened to door. She told me I had to push the button under the clock. She restarted the whole operation and when I clicked the button, the bed turned into a Las Vegas style coffin. I hoped in and lay there. I had these stupid things on my eyes so that I wouldn’t go blind. In like 30 seconds my 6 minutes was up. I thought I actually looked a little tanner until I walked out and saw Ally who looked like she had some sort of skin problem. “Wow girl you look so…tan. Awesome.” I bid farewell to Abercrombie and we were off.
Over thanksgiving I took some of my sister clothes because for some reason she has a lot more wintery clothes than I do. See, mom and Alana like to buy clothes for specific occasion and trips that are not very functional otherwise. Well I guess that’s not entirely true but Alana did splurge at a New York Urban Outfitters on a pretty sweet coat that she only wears when visiting her Northern college siblings. She has no reason to wear it in the 70 degree winter of South Florida so I have it now. This coat…cloak…is about knee length. It’s a khaki, cargo looking coat with gold-ish metal-y pockets down the center. The best part, however, is the hood. It’s big and has a rim of faux fur around the edge. Warms my ears and head wonderfully. Oh and also it makes me invisible. I’ve only had this coat for about a week now and whenever I put the hood up, I’ll smile at people I know and they do not recognize me. And it isn’t one those they weren’t paying attention or they don’t really know me thing. I can go up to, like, friends and wave or smile and they will honestly not recognize me. Today I had my hood up and I walked across the street passing by two of my friends who just smiled awkwardly at first and I had to take my hood down for them to see me. I WAS INVISIBLE! It’s awesome people.
In other news. Other pretty sweet news. Ben Folds is releasing a CD in late Spring with of him and various college a capella groups singing his songs. My group entered this contest with our version of Zak and Sara and out of over 200 groups he chose 18 to record. And 18th on that list is none other than Treble in Paradise of American University singing Zak and Sara. It’s pretty fucking nuts. Now there are a few lu-poles (I have no idea how to spell that word). First of all he may or may not be there with us when we record. He said his engineer, Joe is going around recording and Ben (yeah….Ben) may or may not come with him to certain schools, so we may or may not actually meet him. AND since he chose 18 groups he may have to narrow it down even more so there is a chance that we may not get on the CD but we will be recording. I just can’t stop thinking that Ben Folds sat at his computer and watched me sing….well make noise (my part is a lot of bada’s and dodo’s you know?) Anyways keep your fingers crossed that Ben likes us again to get on his CD.
More on this for sure.
you probably forgot about me. I forgot about myself. Sorry to disregard you like this, blog. No hard feelings. So college? Over it already. Lately I have just been wanting to live in my own apartment (with a select few) go to only the classes I like, if even those, and be a detective. But until that happens I will be a Musical Theater/ Broadcast Journalism Double Major at American University in the District of Colombia. BORRRINGGG!
I just found out that I didn’t make the play next semester, which is cool. I guess I need a break, I just wish it wasn’t next semester. Any other semester would have been fine. The plan was to be REALLY busy next semester. Clearly, I will have to resort to plan B, which is non existent.
Jen came to D.C a few weeks ago and me, her, and peter hung out outside of the Capital looking down at the Washington Monument. Pretty crazy, eh? It was like old times to the extreme. There are no older times then Me Peter and Jen. Thats the foundation right there for me. Without the two of them I would be a very very different person than I am now. Very. Things change, yes, and things will change, yes. Hopefully not too many things. We’ll see?
I’m listening to Bombs over Baghdad right now. I dont think any song gets me as pumped as this.
I suggest you tune it:
Oh, yeah. My bro, Tay was in Law and Order this week. He’s pretty much a bamf now. For those of you who didn’t catch it, here ya go!
