So I still haven't quite figured out how to appropriatley begin these blogs, and I'm not too sure which direction this is about to go or what wisdom I will be imparting upon you all.....so let's begin with my day:
I awoke this morning at 8 so that I could teach the children at 9. I decided to take the ghetto van to La Verne because all of the other vehicles were being used at the time. "Go easy on the brakes" my dad said, it turns out the brakes were the least of my worries. I pulled up to mcdonalds to get my coffee for the morning becuase p.s their coffee is cheaper than starbucks and equally as delicious, I've realized this about $300 too late. But that's just an estimation. As I pulled up to the first window to pay I realized that I left my wallet in the car I drove last night. This is what I get for driving every other car besides my own to avoid putting gas in it. Ugh. As I pull out of Mcdonalds I quickly realize that the drivers window will not roll up. Perfect. It's not like it's raining and I need to get onto three different freeways right now. As I was on freeway number one, slowly approaching freeway number two (remember I'm minding the brakes) the gas light went on. Awesome. At this point I have no money, no gas, and a soaked left side. When I arrive at the studio to teach my first hip hop class which typically consists of 6 four year olds I find that everyone and their best friend (literally) wants to try my class out that morning. 6 students quickly jumped to 11. That's not including the 5 people that stood in the back wanting to observe my class to see if it's worthy of their kid. Needless to say it was cray. 2 Emma's and 2 Christina's. That's not confusing. My 10:00 class was pretty normal, as normal as junior hip hop with 6 year olds gets. I did receive a beautiful hand made piggy bank complete with a heart and personal photo from one of my favorite student's Alexis. It was most likely the highlight of my week. I then waited for my mommy to bring me six dollars so that I could drive the ghetto van home, thankfully the rain had stopped. Came home to an emo sissy. All I have to say is that my beautiful sister is royal. Princesses do not fare well with broken hearts. Thankfully she's a fierce bitch who moves on and gets over things. Her ladies in waiting (a.k.a me) are not as forgiving. Princess Birdie is the best thing to ever happen to anyone she meets. DUH. That being said. I annoyed her today, like I do almost everyday, and our interaction consisted of her telling me bye, and to please get out of her room. Story of my life. LOVE YOU SHMI. Moving on.... I also found out today that I may not be spending as much time per week with a Libra that I absolutly love. She's an integral part of my soul and of my Encore life. I'm devastated in light of her possible absence. WAH. In other eff my life moments..... don't you hate it when you're talking to your bestie and your face accidentally dials that boy you were unexpectedly in love with, who has pushed you all the way out of his life and you've spent the past 6 months trying to get over.? Because I do. And then the kicker is when he calls you back twice and you have an anxiety attack when you see those missed calls during your lunch at work.Shoot man. After work I was two hours late to taco night which was delightful except as my nephew was throwing a fit I quickly downloaded angry birds. I became obsessed with it an hour later and then saw that my nephew had achieved 4 levels higher than I did. Good thing he's three. Today was quite the series of unfortunate events and I would normally be overjoyed to go to bed and wake up tomorrow so that I can start brand new. Except for tomorrow is the Sunday before spring semester. Ew.
I absolutly detest spring semester. I can't remember the last good one I've had. But then, I guess who can remember the last good semester they've had? School sucks. Especially when you're an artist who has simotaneous breakthroughs and breakdowns daily. Oh well. Like all horrible things I will probably miss it when it's gone. If the world doesn't end before then.
I'm assessing for ballet and modern 4 this week. This is essentially all I've wanted for the past 5 years and now more than ever. I think I can do it. I think I will do it. And I finally put it out in the universe so there's no going back.
That's basically my only priority. Dancing aspirations aside, this is the list of other things I want:
-My mom to put the t.v back into the living room so that I can watch tivo whenever I feel.
-My New York trip to be amazing and glorious and beautiful. Filled with lots of broadway and culture.
-For my retainer to one day fit in my mouth again and fix my wandering teeth.
-To get an i pod and finally catch up with my 10 year old students who far surpass me in all technological gadgets.
-To remember everyday that I am a lucky girl, who gets to do amazing things daily, and that as I rant and complain I need to also accept, love, and recognize everything that is around me.
Goodnight. Keep it gangster.
-Nat <3
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Disclaimer.
Hi. I'm not too sure if the life and times of Natalie Faris is blog worthy, but I like to tell stories so hopefully those will suffice. You know how everything online has a "terms of service" that you never read becase they make it unbearably long and abnormally tiny, I think I will make a terms of service for this blog. I'm feeling a little bit of pressure becuase I feel like all of the witty things I have ever thought suddenly disappeared once I began this entry. But the following are rules of my life and writing that one must accept when getting themselves into my blog, and in turn my mind:
1. My faith lies in my belief in the universe, fate, destiny, angels, ALIENS, my family, my students, and most importantly myself. Instead of praying I just focus my energy on those things.
2. There is no doubt in my mind that anybody loves Jay-z, Beyonce, Vanessa Carlton, Daniel Radcliff, Regis Philbin, Lil Wayne, Muriel Joyce, or Karlie Faris more than me. I think being so inspired that it could be considered borderline obsessive with someone is overall really positive. It shows dedication and goals. I waited by myself for 5 hours in the front row of the main stage at coachella, with over 45,000 extremely intoxicated people behind me so that Jay-z would acknowledge me. Before that I flew to New York and waited outside the back door of Equus for 5 nights straight so that Daniel Radcliff would sign my program. If you think these make me crazy, you'll probably want to stop reading, because until several people told me I thought all of that was completly normal.
3. Please don't be fooled by my white exterior. Inside I am a black woman, who tries really hard to speak accurate spanish. I was clearly born into the wrong body. It's like transcultural. Duh.
4. I really like astrology but I only believe it when it has something nice to say about Picses. I also think Pisces is by far the best sign. I have a personal affinity towards Geminis, Libras, and whether or not it's good for me, Aries.
5. If you don't believe in aliens don't tell me. I'll judge you harshly.
6. If you are annoyed by reality television this is not the blog for you. Survivor was a main staple of my childhood and I am obsessed with Jersey Shore and The Bachelor.
7. I know I'm really strange and that it's easy to become annoyed with me. Instead of being emo I just try to assume that "If you got haters, you're doing something right" as all real gangsters should.
8. I abbreviate everything. It's a conviniant habit developed my senior year of high school. Perf.
9. I'm pretty much over these rules but I do want to say that my favorite things are manners and movement.
Today I only ate three chocolate chip cookies for lunch so by the time 9:30 p.m rolled around I was obviously famished. I went to the movies to go watch New Years Eve with my bestie Amber. (we've danced together since I was 4. she'll most likely become a frequent character on this blog. she's also one of my heroes) and I got a hot dog with some popcorn for us to split. Like all American consumers I obviously upgraded our popcorn to a large for $1.50 more. (P.s i just remembered i forgot to make the lady swipe my rewards card. UGH) That $1.50 lasted for approximatley 7 more minutes before I spilled all of it onto the theatre floor. This is a prime example of how my life goes. Hopefully you'll enjoy it.
On the bright side, my two idols Beyonce and Jay-Z had their baby today. Her name is Ivy. I'm going to pretend her name is Queen-Z. My newest goal is to be her dance teacher within the next 4 years. Perf.
The moral of the story: Cheers to Gary Marshall and how every movie he directs directly touches my soul. Further cheers to Queen-Z and how she has got to be the richest infant in the world.
<3 Nat
1. My faith lies in my belief in the universe, fate, destiny, angels, ALIENS, my family, my students, and most importantly myself. Instead of praying I just focus my energy on those things.
2. There is no doubt in my mind that anybody loves Jay-z, Beyonce, Vanessa Carlton, Daniel Radcliff, Regis Philbin, Lil Wayne, Muriel Joyce, or Karlie Faris more than me. I think being so inspired that it could be considered borderline obsessive with someone is overall really positive. It shows dedication and goals. I waited by myself for 5 hours in the front row of the main stage at coachella, with over 45,000 extremely intoxicated people behind me so that Jay-z would acknowledge me. Before that I flew to New York and waited outside the back door of Equus for 5 nights straight so that Daniel Radcliff would sign my program. If you think these make me crazy, you'll probably want to stop reading, because until several people told me I thought all of that was completly normal.
3. Please don't be fooled by my white exterior. Inside I am a black woman, who tries really hard to speak accurate spanish. I was clearly born into the wrong body. It's like transcultural. Duh.
4. I really like astrology but I only believe it when it has something nice to say about Picses. I also think Pisces is by far the best sign. I have a personal affinity towards Geminis, Libras, and whether or not it's good for me, Aries.
5. If you don't believe in aliens don't tell me. I'll judge you harshly.
6. If you are annoyed by reality television this is not the blog for you. Survivor was a main staple of my childhood and I am obsessed with Jersey Shore and The Bachelor.
7. I know I'm really strange and that it's easy to become annoyed with me. Instead of being emo I just try to assume that "If you got haters, you're doing something right" as all real gangsters should.
8. I abbreviate everything. It's a conviniant habit developed my senior year of high school. Perf.
9. I'm pretty much over these rules but I do want to say that my favorite things are manners and movement.
Today I only ate three chocolate chip cookies for lunch so by the time 9:30 p.m rolled around I was obviously famished. I went to the movies to go watch New Years Eve with my bestie Amber. (we've danced together since I was 4. she'll most likely become a frequent character on this blog. she's also one of my heroes) and I got a hot dog with some popcorn for us to split. Like all American consumers I obviously upgraded our popcorn to a large for $1.50 more. (P.s i just remembered i forgot to make the lady swipe my rewards card. UGH) That $1.50 lasted for approximatley 7 more minutes before I spilled all of it onto the theatre floor. This is a prime example of how my life goes. Hopefully you'll enjoy it.
On the bright side, my two idols Beyonce and Jay-Z had their baby today. Her name is Ivy. I'm going to pretend her name is Queen-Z. My newest goal is to be her dance teacher within the next 4 years. Perf.
The moral of the story: Cheers to Gary Marshall and how every movie he directs directly touches my soul. Further cheers to Queen-Z and how she has got to be the richest infant in the world.
<3 Nat
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