Warning NSFW - The crazy shit I do for love!

This week has sucked. It was a week that our fridge broke, my sister's toilet is on the fritz (I wonder why?), I gave a speech and I did something so unspeakably painful that I fear I have scarred my sister.

Let's start at the top...I had to give a speech about bellydancing in my Speech class. That was cool, nobody died and I wasn't booed of the stage so in my book it wasn't so bad. Our apartment hates us. I don't know why it waited till the weekend for the shit to hit the fan but our apartment guy deemed the fridge breaking as a "non-emergency" and told us to buy some ice till Monday when he can come and fix it. My sister's toilet has a leak somewhere so we can't use it either. Thank God we have two toilets in this damn apartment or I would be leaving some bags of stuff and when I say stuff I mean shit, in front of our apartment manager's door.

Okay, let's get to the horribly painful part. I did something that most people have an interest in doing but thankfully have more sense then to get it done. I got a Brazilian wax done on me and it fucking hurt. Not a little but a lot. A LOT. You haven't experienced pain until the hair down there gets ripped out of your body. I even got the less painful procedure done, too, the sugaring instead of the waxing. Never having been waxed except for my eyebrows...let's just say they both suck in my opinion. You want to know why I did it? Well, I did it for my husband. I have to admit when I showed him the end result, he was pretty happy, it was like playing with a new toy except it is still the old toy with less hair on it. His reaction was so good that I am thinking of having it done again. That is love people or I am crazy because after experiencing the most painful thing in my life I am going to do it again. I'd like to think that I am crazy in love.

The Dream Warriors movie was not so dreamy but more like a nightmare that wouldn't end!

I know that I am suppose to be on hiatus but I rented this movie from Netflix the other day and I wish I hadn't. Okay, I have a crush on the actor Daniel Goddard so I decided to see so more of his "acting" ability. He was so hot in the Beastmaster TV show but I am convinced that his brilliant costume of a loincloth had a lot to do with my infatuation. Anyways, I watched this movie and it had some other notable actors like Sherilyn Fenn, Lance Henrikson and Isaac Hayes but my GOD it sucked. Not even minor suckage but major suckage that canceled out any hotness that Daniel Goddard had. This high level of suckage temporarily scarred my fragile psyche and I had to recover with a movie that had an equally attractive actor and much better acting (sort of), Troy. Honestly, I don't like Brad Pitt but damn that man is hot in the movie, it must be all the muscles. He was so yummy I could have sopped him with a biscuit. Overall, save your time because I will never get back that one hour and thirty minutes that "Dream Warriors" took away from my life.

I am taking a break!

I normally am better about updating my blog but I have been so stressed out lately with school. I am official taking a break for at least three weeks until this busy spurt dies down and I can once again breathe normally without the threat of panic attacks. Wish me luck. I have a school interview next Monday and a couple of projects due in succession for the next three weeks. Don't worry I will be back!

Love,
Angelique

OMIGOD! ATTACK OF THE CLONES!

Okay, okay. I had to rip off the whole Star Wars schitk but for reals, I experienced an attack of clones. Well, maybe it wasn't an exact attack but more of an apathetic, nonchalant, nonstare situation. It went down like this.

I have been hanging out with my sister Friday nights salsa dancing at a local club. I was taking Salsa lessons so I figured I should put that practice to use. I went to the club and noticed that it was pretty packed. It seemed like the ballroom dancing Salsa dancers dominated the dance floor. You can pick them out because they are really flashy dancers and they dance in a double time beat meaning it's freaking fast. I like the old Cuban style salsa because it's all about taking your time, having a good time with some attitude and less fast and flash. So after dodging spinning women, I looked around and waited for a man to ask me to dance. I waited and waited and waited. The thing was that there was this big wall of men at least 25-30 guys that were drinking while looking at all the women who walked by. They did they same thing all of them...they were freaky clones. It was sad and it was really starting to piss me off. I figure if you go to a dance club the least you can do is dance with someone. I noticed that the club had a pretty good lesbian crowd there, too. Their salsa wasn't traditional since a woman doesn't' normally know how to lead but they were having fun. I figured that if no man asked me to dance I would finally break down and ask a lesbian. Why not? Finally, a man asks me whom I know from dance class and he was the worst dancer ever. Out of pity I danced two dances with him then bolted to the bar where my sister was hanging. He followed us for a bit but eventually got the hint and left us alone. By now the club was standing room only and even more crowded then before. I was sipping on an Apple Martini and chilling when, finally, I get asked to dance by a guy who didn't stare at me for 30 minutes with a lecherous grin like the majority of the clones. He was a nice young graduate student from UT. He waited patiently while I sucked down my drink. I finally get on the dance floor and we started to dance and my foot slipped out of my shoe. It took me a bit to fix my shoe and the song ended. The next song was reggaeton song (Spanish hip hop) and I figured I should dance this song, too. He had no idea how to dance reggaeton but I told him it was hip hop and he was a really good hip hop dancer. I was amazed that such a clean cut boy wearing a sweater vest could krunk (dirty dance) with me. It was awesome. My sister wasn't so lucky. Her dance partner experienced "the rhythm is going to get you" moment and started yelling in a very distracting and hilarious manner. Very sad. In the end we thanked our dance partners and danced a sister solo dance together. We said good-bye to the wall of guys. I teased Amy that a guy tried to come up to her and ask her to dance but as soon as we stopped dancing and left the dance floor, he turned around pretended to be interested at some paint peeling on the wall. That was smooth, real smooth. Overall, the night was a bust because I didn't dance a lot and the club was really crowded. The best part was spending some time with my sister.

But for reals. I know that women travel in packs but I never knew guys to do it. Has anyone else experienced men just lurking in clubs but never doing anything except staring. I have never experienced this before. Most people who don't dance usually mingle and drink on the side. They don't stare with their mouths open. It was embarrassing it was starting to attract flies.