| Spam it. Anon. Nudes. Dancing. LOVE LETTERS >:O |
[23 Aug 2008|07:12am] |
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| Oh My Angie. |
[09 Jul 2008|03:28pm] |
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The name's Angelique, you may know me as evening radio DJ Angielicious. See, how it sounds similar to Fergielicious but better? Oh, my creativity. Even though I didn't think of it. My mom was mimicking me, mimicking her strong accent. As you can tell DJ’ing at some radio station is what I want to do.
My parents are a huge part of my life. I get a lot of my perseverance from my mother. I mean, she came all the way from Korea knowing a teensy bit of English and nothing about the culture to being the biggest diva this side of the East Coast. My dad met her when he was stationed over in Korea during his Army deployment, brought her home, and married her. She watched all the worst shows to learn about America's culture- getting a lot of her behavioral cues from Dynasty and other melodramas, not to mention the occasional grammar lesson from Sesame Street with me and my siblings. But regardless of how crazy she gets, she struggled her ass off to become Americanized. And I love it! While on the subject of family, it might be nice to know that I'm an only child (NO WONDER I'M SO LOUD?!), and my dad writes for the Virginian Trib.
I consider my life a series of stages. The first stage was when I was a child, when my family lived in the cushiest of suburban homes. I was quiet, shy, all that jazz. Then my dad got the job writing for the Trib and we moved into a luxury condominium downtown. I switched schools and I didn't want to be the quiet girl in the corner. I was going into middle school and I wanted to be popular. It looked cool on TV! So I stepped it up, started talking to people, all that jazz. I blossomed and by the time I was in high school, was pretty well known. Not for bad reasons, of course. People just liked me. But I eventually did get in with the "bad" crowd, sneaking out all the time, smoking weed, all that crap. That's where I got my love of music- half the people I'd sneak out to party with were either in a band or dated someone in a band. I guess I can also attribute my bad girl-ness to Jacob, a guy I met in high school, freshman year and have stayed close with ever since. He was my first actual boyfriend. Things didn’t work out that well, though we’re still close. We just like being best friends together instead of an actual couple.
I was never an average little girl. I didn't do the things little girls did like play with barbies and run away from boys screaming that they had cooties. I was the one hiding in the bushes and practicing kissing with my best friends. Haha. I already knew what a penis was and how it felt by the time I was seven years old. I mean come on. I’m not stupid. My family never saw past the shy, innocent demeanor and as long as their perfect little girl kept her grades up, I was allowed anything I could ever want. All the pretty crowns and fluffy dresses, as long as those A's appeared on my report card. Which they did. I was always extremely comfortable in my own skin. I know what sex is and I may be far from a virgin, but honestly I don't give a fuck. I do what I do. Don’t like it? Too bad.
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