This is me, welcoming myself back into the blogging universe. sigh...I've spent a lot of time exploring other avenues of social media expression but I haven't been able to get the same satisfaction out of them. So, here I am Blogger, blogspot?
This is me.
This is me as a post grad/poor person, living with my parents and our two incredibly wily dogs.
I've been indulging in self pity lately. Just laying in bed watching Game of Thrones, thinking about how sad I am. Give me a break, I never plan on being pathetic. It just kind of hit me Chris Brown style; it came out of no where, and yeah...it was violent (not meant to poke fun at domestic violence, which is a sick awful crime. Just trying to be descriptive at 1:00am).
So, I am partially writing this to get out of the funk. I'm giving myself different steps, at random, to put on my big girl panties, and feel worthy again.
Step 1: Get up, drink water, and clean your room.
I did it. It feels good. Now...I'm going to go to bed.
I think more steps are going to come in the future. You know, when I'm not this tired. I shudder to think of how many grammatical mistakes I've put in this post, just because I am too exhausted to proofread. I will probably regret this.
Step 2: From now on, proofread everything you post on the internet.
Okay. It's time.
Aroha.
Angela (not Mangela).
Queenstown
Monday, July 29, 2013
Thursday, November 24, 2011
An Important Message To Viewers Like You:
It is officially Christmas Season… I don’t want anyone giving me crap about listening to Christmas music… PERIOD. Full STOP. I could kind of understand it when it was before Thanksgiving (you humbug purists), but now its Christmas time, and the next time you give me some kind of scary-verbal-right hooks, because you think singing Christmas carols is “obnoxious,” I will just smile at you and sing loud enough to drown out your scrooge-esque attitude. Seriously… you don’t want to provoke me, or I could go heat miser on your patootees.
This is our time. All of us who wait all year long for pine needles, sleigh bells, wrapping paper, Rankin Bass, sparkles, the sticky bandits, and fat Tim Allen… its our time to finally be able to celebrate in peace.
And, by peace… I mean, that while Christmas lights are up, we should be allowed to not only sing our carols but also eat Christmas Tree shaped cookies, wear socks that have miniature jingle bells attached to them, and douse “fresh Pine” tree spray on our bodies as if it were the new “Britney” perfume.
I reseve the right to say things like this:
“ZU ZU’S PETALS!… CLARENCE! CLARENCE!” (Even if it has absolutely nothing to do with the conversation, which will definitely be the case).
“its beginning to look a lot like Christmas.” (even if it is 70 degrees and sunny).
“Vermont! Must be beautiful this time of year… all that snow!” (Even if I have no idea what the forecast is for the state… even if I’ve never been there before).
“you’ll shoot your eye out, kid.” (even if you’re just holding a teddy bear or talking on the phone).
“Put one foot in front of the other!” (even if you don’t have feet).
ALSO! Christmas time is the only time of the year that your SUPER HOT (used to be fat) ex-best friend from high school can try to win you over, and succeed.
Yep! That’s right. Christmas time is now. There is no more debating it. So, I will proudly light my 6ft tree in the dorm (even though I have been since Nov 7th), and I will still enjoy examining nutcrackers and will continue to be impressed by how cool they are. Snow globes: they aren’t safe either. In my opinion… they have been left dormant for far too long. Beware world… I am in my element.
So, there you have it. I am ready for CHRISTMAS… but, is Christmas ready for me?
This is our time. All of us who wait all year long for pine needles, sleigh bells, wrapping paper, Rankin Bass, sparkles, the sticky bandits, and fat Tim Allen… its our time to finally be able to celebrate in peace.
And, by peace… I mean, that while Christmas lights are up, we should be allowed to not only sing our carols but also eat Christmas Tree shaped cookies, wear socks that have miniature jingle bells attached to them, and douse “fresh Pine” tree spray on our bodies as if it were the new “Britney” perfume.
I reseve the right to say things like this:
“ZU ZU’S PETALS!… CLARENCE! CLARENCE!” (Even if it has absolutely nothing to do with the conversation, which will definitely be the case).
“its beginning to look a lot like Christmas.” (even if it is 70 degrees and sunny).
“Vermont! Must be beautiful this time of year… all that snow!” (Even if I have no idea what the forecast is for the state… even if I’ve never been there before).
“you’ll shoot your eye out, kid.” (even if you’re just holding a teddy bear or talking on the phone).
“Put one foot in front of the other!” (even if you don’t have feet).
ALSO! Christmas time is the only time of the year that your SUPER HOT (used to be fat) ex-best friend from high school can try to win you over, and succeed.
Yep! That’s right. Christmas time is now. There is no more debating it. So, I will proudly light my 6ft tree in the dorm (even though I have been since Nov 7th), and I will still enjoy examining nutcrackers and will continue to be impressed by how cool they are. Snow globes: they aren’t safe either. In my opinion… they have been left dormant for far too long. Beware world… I am in my element.
So, there you have it. I am ready for CHRISTMAS… but, is Christmas ready for me?
Thanksgiving Back in America
Its pretty weird to think that this time last year, I was having Thanksgiving in Vietnam. I don't want to dwell on my trip abroad because I know that people at Harding HATE it when people do that.... SO that's all I am going to say about it.
This year, I am at Home. Indianapolis, Indiana. Best town in the world. No it's not the biggest, or the cleansest, or even the most wholesome, but its my town and I might love it a little too much. Honestly, I'm pretty lucky. Usually we'd be going to South Carolina or Virginia for thanksgiving dinner (which always ends up being around 1pm... I never understand why we call it dinner), But this year, for the first time I can even remember, Everyone... is here with us.
Uncle Stan and Aunt Gail from Virginia
Uncle Stu and Aunt Candy from South Carolina
Heather came from Kathmandu Nepal!
Amy and Brent (plus their kids Parker and Carter) are here from Virginia
Kelly and Sean are here from Park City, Utah
Megan and Pat are here from... the ocean? They have been sailing for a year? more? I honestly don't know, but I think they pretty much live on a sailboat
Lauren is here with her new baby Claire from Colorado (Matt couldn't make it).
Jill and Corey are here from Raleigh, NC
and of course there's Grandma and Boo Boo!
Plus Mom, Dad, Andrea, and me!
This is totally making up for the fact that I was eating fish and rice everyday, this time last year.... I know, I swore I wouldn't bring it up... I lied.
Right now, I am sitting in the family room with my coffee and the Macy's thanksgiving day parade. I am watching Andrea taking lint/dog hair off of the couch with this weird little brush. We're chatting about how it was a good decision for Daniel Radcliffe to go into broadway. He's dancing in the Macy's Thanksgiving day Parade.... how bizzare to see him dancing around and smiling. I keep expecting him to shout "Crucio" or something. But I think he's definitely got what it takes to make it past "Harry Potter."
Not that I'm any expert on show business. Senior year in high school I was proudly townsperson #3 in "Androcles and the Lion."
All of that aside, I am glad to be home with my family. This is a wonderful holiday... and I feel a lot of pressure to wrap this up quickly because mom keeps (not so subtly) hinting that she wants me to help her get ready for the "dinner," aka late lunch.
So, Have a blessed Thanksgiving, I will be mashing potatoes.
Ang
This year, I am at Home. Indianapolis, Indiana. Best town in the world. No it's not the biggest, or the cleansest, or even the most wholesome, but its my town and I might love it a little too much. Honestly, I'm pretty lucky. Usually we'd be going to South Carolina or Virginia for thanksgiving dinner (which always ends up being around 1pm... I never understand why we call it dinner), But this year, for the first time I can even remember, Everyone... is here with us.
Uncle Stan and Aunt Gail from Virginia
Uncle Stu and Aunt Candy from South Carolina
Heather came from Kathmandu Nepal!
Amy and Brent (plus their kids Parker and Carter) are here from Virginia
Kelly and Sean are here from Park City, Utah
Megan and Pat are here from... the ocean? They have been sailing for a year? more? I honestly don't know, but I think they pretty much live on a sailboat
Lauren is here with her new baby Claire from Colorado (Matt couldn't make it).
Jill and Corey are here from Raleigh, NC
and of course there's Grandma and Boo Boo!
Plus Mom, Dad, Andrea, and me!
This is totally making up for the fact that I was eating fish and rice everyday, this time last year.... I know, I swore I wouldn't bring it up... I lied.
Right now, I am sitting in the family room with my coffee and the Macy's thanksgiving day parade. I am watching Andrea taking lint/dog hair off of the couch with this weird little brush. We're chatting about how it was a good decision for Daniel Radcliffe to go into broadway. He's dancing in the Macy's Thanksgiving day Parade.... how bizzare to see him dancing around and smiling. I keep expecting him to shout "Crucio" or something. But I think he's definitely got what it takes to make it past "Harry Potter."
Not that I'm any expert on show business. Senior year in high school I was proudly townsperson #3 in "Androcles and the Lion."
All of that aside, I am glad to be home with my family. This is a wonderful holiday... and I feel a lot of pressure to wrap this up quickly because mom keeps (not so subtly) hinting that she wants me to help her get ready for the "dinner," aka late lunch.
So, Have a blessed Thanksgiving, I will be mashing potatoes.
Ang
Monday, November 21, 2011
Too Many Late Nights!
No, I have not blogged in a while. Truth be told, I've been a little preoccupied with school. There's just so much to do all of the time. I've pulled two all nighters this semester... I've never had to do anything like it before in my entire life. There is nothing quite as dreadful as staying up all night against your will.
Remember when you were a little kid and it was always a contest to see how late you could stay up. One time I went to a friend, Stacee's, sleepover birthday party where we fought the clock and tried to stay up as late as possible. Also, we tried to give Blair a "make-over" by doing her lipstick like "Queen Amidala" from Star Wars: Episode 1. Being a little kid was awesome.
We would sing loudly, draw on the people's faces who fell snoozed earlier than the rest of us, and pretend to all be asleep when Stacee's Dad came down to chide us for 1. Being awake and 2. Being loud while we were awake.
Why can't "All Nighters" in college be as fun as the one's when we were younger?
Some of my favorite "Up All Night" memories were in high school. Lucky enough for me, I went to Franklin Central High School where we have a student run radio station. I was a member for 3 years and at the end of each spring semester in May, they would have the "Insomniac Takeover." This is where all of the radio staff members would be "on live" all night long until 6am. We would bring in junk food and play music... but we'd also roam the halls of school trying to play capture the flag or hide and go seek. One time we caught a couple getting "steamy" (literally, the windows were steamed up) in the parking lot. However, one of my favorite activities we started doing were trash can races.
For some reason our school had these huge-gray-wheeled trashcans So, we started a WRFT tradition by tossing a person in each of two trash cans and having a race around the school. One person would ride in the can while other people pushed them. It got pretty serious because we had some cross country runners on staff.
As the night would wear on, we would fight to stay awake and make it until 6am, when we would go home and crash into pillows and blankets.
This was so fun! Why is it now, the thought of staying up all night makes me want to barf up hydrochloric acid? Or lick a sandpaper popsicle for desert? Perhaps its because the last time I stayed up all night involved me sewing together books for HOURS while watching season 3 of Gossip Girl. It wasn't a particularly significant event in my life. Nothing spectacular happened... and I was alone. Just me, my thread, my needle, Chuck Bass, Blair Waldorf, and the night. How miserable.
Not that watching Chuck and Blair is miserable. The plot can be quite compelling and Ed Westwick isn't bad to look at... but still...
Now it's Thanksgiving break... I am trying to make up for lost sleep. But I am dreading going back to school and back to all of the late nights.
I am worn out with being a Residents Assistant. I am sick of working on things constantly and still feeling like my work isn't good enough. I just want Christmas Break to come knockin' on my door, bringing good cheer, Bing Crosby, and egg nog.
Yes I like egg nog. It's flipping delicious... what of it?
Ang
Remember when you were a little kid and it was always a contest to see how late you could stay up. One time I went to a friend, Stacee's, sleepover birthday party where we fought the clock and tried to stay up as late as possible. Also, we tried to give Blair a "make-over" by doing her lipstick like "Queen Amidala" from Star Wars: Episode 1. Being a little kid was awesome.
We would sing loudly, draw on the people's faces who fell snoozed earlier than the rest of us, and pretend to all be asleep when Stacee's Dad came down to chide us for 1. Being awake and 2. Being loud while we were awake.
Why can't "All Nighters" in college be as fun as the one's when we were younger?
Some of my favorite "Up All Night" memories were in high school. Lucky enough for me, I went to Franklin Central High School where we have a student run radio station. I was a member for 3 years and at the end of each spring semester in May, they would have the "Insomniac Takeover." This is where all of the radio staff members would be "on live" all night long until 6am. We would bring in junk food and play music... but we'd also roam the halls of school trying to play capture the flag or hide and go seek. One time we caught a couple getting "steamy" (literally, the windows were steamed up) in the parking lot. However, one of my favorite activities we started doing were trash can races.
For some reason our school had these huge-gray-wheeled trashcans So, we started a WRFT tradition by tossing a person in each of two trash cans and having a race around the school. One person would ride in the can while other people pushed them. It got pretty serious because we had some cross country runners on staff.
As the night would wear on, we would fight to stay awake and make it until 6am, when we would go home and crash into pillows and blankets.
This was so fun! Why is it now, the thought of staying up all night makes me want to barf up hydrochloric acid? Or lick a sandpaper popsicle for desert? Perhaps its because the last time I stayed up all night involved me sewing together books for HOURS while watching season 3 of Gossip Girl. It wasn't a particularly significant event in my life. Nothing spectacular happened... and I was alone. Just me, my thread, my needle, Chuck Bass, Blair Waldorf, and the night. How miserable.
Not that watching Chuck and Blair is miserable. The plot can be quite compelling and Ed Westwick isn't bad to look at... but still...
Now it's Thanksgiving break... I am trying to make up for lost sleep. But I am dreading going back to school and back to all of the late nights.
I am worn out with being a Residents Assistant. I am sick of working on things constantly and still feeling like my work isn't good enough. I just want Christmas Break to come knockin' on my door, bringing good cheer, Bing Crosby, and egg nog.
Yes I like egg nog. It's flipping delicious... what of it?
Ang
Friday, July 22, 2011
Relaxing in the Heat
Here's the life update:
The other day my little sister, Andrea, and I went to Kings Island. Its one of those places that I just love... not because if the quality of the park but because it was the first theme park I'd ever been to. My parents took me there when I was just four years old and I have loved the place ever since. Anyway... We went last Wednesday... and it was HOT. We tried to drink a lot of water to help replace what we were sweating out. Alas, it didn't quite work out the way I'd hoped and we ended up leaving early with dehydration induced headaches.
However, while we were there we saw something kind of odd. There was this game stand where the contestants were supposed to throw a football through a little hoop. If you succeeded that you would win your very own NFL jersey. They had jerseys from every popular player across the midwest. However, the Colts jersey they had was a little strange. I took a picture of it because it was so funny to me. They had a Peyton Manning, 10 Jersey. This is hilarious because as anyone even slightly interested in Football knows... Peyton Manning wears number 18. DUH!
Yesterday was a scorcher as well. But I managed to survive the heat at work. Maybe it was the tip money that kept me feeling A-OK. Either way I made it through to the evening. It was nice because my good friend Lindsay Condon invited me to go see an Indianapolis Fever game. Thats our WNBA team. She got free tickets and a parking pass from her work. We went and enjoyed the game then went walking around town afterwards.
I love Indianapolis because I never feel threatened when I am walking downtown at night. Its just such a comfortable city.
Anyway, that's about it for now. Just a couple little bits of whats been going on. I really need to finish the paintings I've got going on in my garage, plus finish up my reading and I just have an infinite list of things to do before I go back to school in just a few short weeks. My, how summer comes and goes so quickly.
Ang
P.S. I will be 22 on Tuesday!! yikes!
The other day my little sister, Andrea, and I went to Kings Island. Its one of those places that I just love... not because if the quality of the park but because it was the first theme park I'd ever been to. My parents took me there when I was just four years old and I have loved the place ever since. Anyway... We went last Wednesday... and it was HOT. We tried to drink a lot of water to help replace what we were sweating out. Alas, it didn't quite work out the way I'd hoped and we ended up leaving early with dehydration induced headaches.
However, while we were there we saw something kind of odd. There was this game stand where the contestants were supposed to throw a football through a little hoop. If you succeeded that you would win your very own NFL jersey. They had jerseys from every popular player across the midwest. However, the Colts jersey they had was a little strange. I took a picture of it because it was so funny to me. They had a Peyton Manning, 10 Jersey. This is hilarious because as anyone even slightly interested in Football knows... Peyton Manning wears number 18. DUH!
Yesterday was a scorcher as well. But I managed to survive the heat at work. Maybe it was the tip money that kept me feeling A-OK. Either way I made it through to the evening. It was nice because my good friend Lindsay Condon invited me to go see an Indianapolis Fever game. Thats our WNBA team. She got free tickets and a parking pass from her work. We went and enjoyed the game then went walking around town afterwards.
I love Indianapolis because I never feel threatened when I am walking downtown at night. Its just such a comfortable city.
Anyway, that's about it for now. Just a couple little bits of whats been going on. I really need to finish the paintings I've got going on in my garage, plus finish up my reading and I just have an infinite list of things to do before I go back to school in just a few short weeks. My, how summer comes and goes so quickly.
Ang
P.S. I will be 22 on Tuesday!! yikes!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Today is Wednesday
This week has been a fun one. I have been painting some, but I am trying to go a little bit easier on it, since it’s been straining my wrist some. But… It’s hard to do less of, because I am so STOKED with these paintings.
Also, my cousin, Kelly, has commissioned me to do a “tuscany” painting for her. I’d like to do this but… I am worried I may not have time to crank it out for a little while. I’d like to get started and have it finished… WELL by thanksgiving. BUT……… I don’t know. Because I need to paint a different landscape painting for myself to add to my portfolio. BAH HUMBUG!
In other news, one of my best friends in the whole world, Stacee Krebs, has returned from ENGLAND! And, I am lucky enough to go see her today. I haven’t seen this girl since Christmas break, and when I think about that… it shocks me because it really doesn’t feel like it has been all that long. I’m thinking about taking her downtown to get frozen yogurt on mass ave.
Speaking of the frozen Yogurt they have downtown….
I have become pretty good friends with some of my co-workers and a few of us worked on Monday, “The Hottest/Most Humid Day of the Century.” So, we decided to close up a little bit early and take Segways across town to get some Frozen Yogurt. Which, was a brilliant idea. And, it further affirmed that, I really love the people I work with.
In other news, I am going to the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt. 2. I am very excited to go see it with one of the few people I have kept in touch with from high school, Lindsay Condon. I really do value her friendship.
The last HP movie I saw was with Harding friends… and it was in Singapore. So it will be interesting to see it in my hometown with old friends.
I guess that’s about it. OH, I am still hating Wuthering Heights. I wonder when and if this book will get good.
Oh well! Back to Regis and Kelly.
Also, my cousin, Kelly, has commissioned me to do a “tuscany” painting for her. I’d like to do this but… I am worried I may not have time to crank it out for a little while. I’d like to get started and have it finished… WELL by thanksgiving. BUT……… I don’t know. Because I need to paint a different landscape painting for myself to add to my portfolio. BAH HUMBUG!
In other news, one of my best friends in the whole world, Stacee Krebs, has returned from ENGLAND! And, I am lucky enough to go see her today. I haven’t seen this girl since Christmas break, and when I think about that… it shocks me because it really doesn’t feel like it has been all that long. I’m thinking about taking her downtown to get frozen yogurt on mass ave.
Speaking of the frozen Yogurt they have downtown….
I have become pretty good friends with some of my co-workers and a few of us worked on Monday, “The Hottest/Most Humid Day of the Century.” So, we decided to close up a little bit early and take Segways across town to get some Frozen Yogurt. Which, was a brilliant idea. And, it further affirmed that, I really love the people I work with.
In other news, I am going to the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt. 2. I am very excited to go see it with one of the few people I have kept in touch with from high school, Lindsay Condon. I really do value her friendship.
The last HP movie I saw was with Harding friends… and it was in Singapore. So it will be interesting to see it in my hometown with old friends.
I guess that’s about it. OH, I am still hating Wuthering Heights. I wonder when and if this book will get good.
Oh well! Back to Regis and Kelly.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
My Infinite List of Things To Do.
Wow, its been an interesting couple of days.
I've been working on painting a portrait and a different painting of a fishy nature. All will be revealed in time. I have been working my bum off trying to get stuff done this summer. I am hoping to complete three paintings before school starts. I would like to have pretty much ALL of my comics drawn and colored for the Bison Newspaper before the semester starts, AND I am currently reading TWO books right now.
1. The Lives of the Artists By Giorgio Vasari. He's basically the father of Art History. I am reading this book to get me prepared for my Renaissance Art History class with Dr. Choate this fall. It actually has a lot of interesting anecdotes.
2. Wuthering Heights By: Emily Bronte. Now, I read Jane Eyre last winter and LOVED it... right now I am about ten chapters into the book, and I'm struggling to get "hooked." I can already tell that I like Jane Eyre better, but everyone says that Wuthering Heights is "SOOOo Good!" but... I don't know. I feel like it's missing something. I suppose I can't write it off yet though. Maybe I'll be surprised.
3. I am also planning on reading a few other books before school: Brunelleschi's Dome and Twelve Caesars. We'll see how much I get done.
I've decided that this summer I am a hermit and I really don't mind. I'm getting stuff done and I am enjoying it. I'm not hanging out with a lot of people, but I am being very productive. Its a fair trade off, because I honestly don't feel like I am missing out.
Ang
I've been working on painting a portrait and a different painting of a fishy nature. All will be revealed in time. I have been working my bum off trying to get stuff done this summer. I am hoping to complete three paintings before school starts. I would like to have pretty much ALL of my comics drawn and colored for the Bison Newspaper before the semester starts, AND I am currently reading TWO books right now.
1. The Lives of the Artists By Giorgio Vasari. He's basically the father of Art History. I am reading this book to get me prepared for my Renaissance Art History class with Dr. Choate this fall. It actually has a lot of interesting anecdotes.
2. Wuthering Heights By: Emily Bronte. Now, I read Jane Eyre last winter and LOVED it... right now I am about ten chapters into the book, and I'm struggling to get "hooked." I can already tell that I like Jane Eyre better, but everyone says that Wuthering Heights is "SOOOo Good!" but... I don't know. I feel like it's missing something. I suppose I can't write it off yet though. Maybe I'll be surprised.
3. I am also planning on reading a few other books before school: Brunelleschi's Dome and Twelve Caesars. We'll see how much I get done.
I've decided that this summer I am a hermit and I really don't mind. I'm getting stuff done and I am enjoying it. I'm not hanging out with a lot of people, but I am being very productive. Its a fair trade off, because I honestly don't feel like I am missing out.
Ang
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