Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Deep Thoughts...Late Night Time with Angela

The problem with having rehearsal till 10pm is that you come home wired and hungry. So you eat and you don't have enough energy to do homework but you have the energy to sit in a semi-insomnia state looking at your computer thinking, "There is a whole world out there, what can I do on the Internet..."

Well I don't do anything besides check stupid websites and stare at facebook like something big is going to happen in my life and it is going to magically appear on the news feed page.

So.....let us make this a more productive time before the Sandman comes to bed with me.



-The NY Times had an interactive thing on their website today where they asked readers to upload words that described their feelings about the economy. You should see it, it will cause you to stress out. With words like "proud" "betrayed" "powerless" and "vindicated"...I just don't have a clue. No deep thought there. I just feel like I am a theater person, so I am going to be poorer instead of poor. Groovy.

-Why does Yogi tea put words of wisdom on their teabags? I sit here drinking my tea and that little paper thing that hangs off the string reads, "Experience is wisdom." Well, thank you Mr. Teabag for confirming I am incapable because of my stupidity.

-How is it that I know so many lyrics to hip hop songs? Today I just free styled a Jay-Z song. Does that make me cool or a weird semi-white girl?

-I want a dog. Does that mean I am like a cat lady on steroids?

-And how old and how many cats does a cat lady make?

-How old is cougar status? And is it alright for your own mom to call you a cougar? Does that mean she is-a Saber Tooth Tiger?

-Why does Led Zeppelin rock so much? What is it about Robert Plant that makes me car dance like a stripper? Is it even possible to car dance like a stripper or do I look like I have epilepsy?

-If you dream of someone all night long does that mean (a) they are dreaming of you (b) you are a subconscious stalker (c) doesn't matter anyway cause nothing good really happened

-When you think of the economy, what words come to mind? For that matter, on a scale of 1-10 how fucking scared are you?

-Why don't I eat ice cream anymore? In California I was an ice cream fiend. I feel like I am losing myself. Who is Angela?

-Why is ricotta cheese so good? I mean seriously. And am I super Italian cause I am craving that shit at midnight?


Monday, March 30, 2009

Bucket List

I don't know why this Monday is so weird. Anyone else feel like this Monday is just all sorts of oddly wrapped up weirdness?

So, in my oddly wrapped state I am having a "what should I do with my life" moment and have decided that now is the perfect time to start my bucket list.

Why not? Right? Right.

1. Write a Lifetime movie for woman that is (a) based on a true story (b) has one scene where a woman cries in a kitchen (c) has a guest star appearance for the court trial (d) has a man getting hurt somehow, preferably in a horrible pool incident

2. Learn how to make pasta from scratch. And cannolis.

3. Go to a nude beach clothed.

4. Go to Italy. Kiss the ground, meet my relatives, and see where my mom grew up.

5. See Neil Diamond, Tom Jones, and Journey (again) in concert.

6. Play Lady Macbeth.

7. Get a tattoo. Somewhere on my body...

8. Pay off my loans so fast that my lender thanks me with a handwritten card.

9. Have an insanely romantic moment with someone as "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brothers plays in the background.

10. Sing a rock song like Janis Joplin but start off the song by saying, "This one is for you Momma." And end with "I love you Milwaukee!"


Forgot that I LOVE this song WAY too much

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Flashback of the Day

Your word of the day

Courtesy of Urban Dictionary:


Marty McFly Complex

A character flaw of pride, in which a individual will take unnecessary risks or do dangerous acts if their courage is questioned, such as being called a chicken or a coward.

Marty McFly in Back To The Future
Jim Stark in Rebel Without a Cause

Example:
Jim said that he won't enter the race because he was afraid of getting hurt, but then Tim called him a coward and he had to prove him wrong because of his Marty McFly Complex

You Tell 'Em!

What it means to go home...

-My dad will make me watch some sort of sports event on TV. Today, he had to let me know Saint Mary's was playing on channel 43.

-My mom will take me out to dinner or lunch and ask me if I know any good guys.

-My mom will then try to define what single quality of mine deflects men like UV sunglasses do harmful rays.

-My dad will call me from Costco to see if I like ______. Today he seriously needed to know if I like pork ribs.

-I will drink way too much coffee over breakfast.

-I will schedule meal dates with my aunt, my grandmother, my friends from third grade, my friend from college, and any other lucky SOB who can squeeze in my limited day visit.

-I will drive down the 101 and get horrid flashbacks of me in high school in my catholic schoolgirl uniform. And any flashback of me in high school is usually not the most pleasant.

-I will see a psychic on Ventura Blvd. I will ask about work, my art, and some guy-in that order. Last psychic had to point out "how Capricorn" that was of me.

-My parents will have a serious conversation about theater that usually goes...."What are you going to do with your future? How much do theater people make? What does that mean?" They usually get very quiet at this point and then look at me like I am possessed.

-I will watch an unhealthy amount of "Jon and Kate Plus Eight," "Deadliest Catch," "Intervention," and "Charmed" cause my parents have cable.

-My mom will read me my horoscope from the Ventura Star. Today's said I had two stars. My mom suggested I stay in the house with a day rating like that.

-I will stare at photos in the hallways and think "My god...I looked like that when I was 1/2/3/4/10/16/18?"


Friday, March 13, 2009

SPRING BREAK!!!

In honor of spring break...

Today is the beginning of spring break. Counting down the days till I get in that plane and head off to California.

Then I saw this article online.


http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/20090313/us_time/08599188495600


I love being Californian.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Get down

SNOW DAY!




Snow Day: A glorious day in which Mother Nature decides to cover the world in a foot of snow thereby forcing schools to close down for the day.

What my first snow day means to me:



-Sleep in till 10am (epic in Angela time)
-The chance to catch up on emails
-Wear pjs all day
-Wear pjs and my coat to walk to the gas station to get chocolate and orange juice
-Time to catch up on alllllll that homework I have to do
-Have dirty IM conversations with Malia
-Shovel the walkway and driveway like a pro
-More time for homework
-Drinking copious amounts of green tea
-A chance to write in bed
-Forgo the gym cause I shoveled the walkway
-Congratulate myself for shoveling with Reese's Pieces
-Listen to old school soul and dance in the kitchen cause the roomie is upstairs writing/sleeping/wearing his Guinness pajama pants


Life is so good.