I know it has been entirely too long since I've last blogged; my apologies.
A lot has happened since then...but I do remember speaking about Red Caps.
Unfortunately, my Red Cap job is postponed until August 23rd (tear) but a lot of us Red Caps have been commenting on this one picture on FaceBook. I set the goal of reaching 1,000 comments before August 23rd and we've more than accomplished half of that goal. Click here to see the comments. (Help us reach 1,000 comments!)
Anywho, every year the Red Cap committee chooses two choreographers to create the "secret-but-not-so-secret" dance for the Freshmen Welcome Program. This year myself and Jessica were chosen to put it together. (Our committee told us the fabulous news nearly half a semester before Red Caps started...but we didn't put anything together--including the music--until a couple hours before rehearsal. Luckily, Jess and I are born performers and we were able to create the dance in two days. But those two days were grueling.)
During dance practice I was a dick...no, I was Baklahdah.
I was yelling, screaming, and swearing all over the place. If my fellow employees didn't know me, they probably would have plotted to kill me lol. (Not joking) But I yelled, screamed, and swore because I wanted them to believe in themselves. I wanted them to leave the stage in pieces after their performance. And guess what?! They were phenomenal.
I nearly cried when I saw the video of our performance: see it for yourself.
In other news, I have a confession. For the past few months, I haven't quite been myself. My friends have told me I've been quieter than my usual self. I admit, I've noticed it too.
Well duckies the source of my containment is my support system at home.
On June 16th, 2009, I came back to NYC because school was over. And upon my return my mother and I started fighting like crazy. We said some mean things to each other: I threatened to move out and drop out of college; she acted like she wouldn't care if I did.
The thought of being home with her for a summer scared me; hence my wanting to move to San Francisco after college. But I'm not a quitter. I don't run away from my problems.
Miraculously, my mother and I have reconciled and we're fine now: it's as if nothing happened. I realized that I was angry because I was freaking out about what I wanted after my undergraduate college career and my mother transformed her sorrow into anger because her only (and eldest) son is a year away from flying the nest.
Our fighting forced me to reevaluate my post-college dreams. I don't want to move to San Francisco. My dear friend Rockstar put the idea in my head because he wants to move out there after he graduates in December. However, I've realized that San Francisco isn't my dream...it's his. (Plus, they have earthquakes and their casual look is what I wear to bed.)
I want to grow--as an independent adult--in New York City.
I want to go to grad school at NYU.
I want to be famous...but most of all I want to be internationally-known for my writing. I'm going to be a star and it's up to me to chase my dreams. Lady Gaga did it...so can I!
Anywho, this Tuesday I start my second internship with HarperCollins Publishers.
I am so excited!!! The thing I love most about my internship is I don't do bitch work. I do actual office work...in my own office! AHHHHH! I help determine the publishing value of incoming submissions, I assist in editing manuscripts of books in the process of publishing, I send correspondences--checks, book requests, foreign copy requests, subsidiary rights, etc.--to authors, agents and editors, and I get free books and office supplies! Yes, it is an unpaid internship but it is helping me grow as a semi-starving artist. Yaaaaay!
It's time for the "Word of the Week."
The new "Word of the Week" is:
Duende: An entity that possesses one in need of creativity; muse; passionate feeling of ferocity; passion.
Ex. Person 1: "Gabriel kept yelling at us during dance practice today."
Person 2: "Girl, Gabriel is a performer. He just wanted you to let your duende loose."
Duckies, it's time for some "Words of Wisdom."
"Live your life no matter what they say. If you aren't causing harm to others and/or yourself you have the right to do whatever you please. Dreams will stay dreams unless you make an effort in your waking life to make them a reality. Never let go of what you want."
Okay duckies, it's time for me to go to bed. I have a life to live and preparation to conduct before my internship on Tuesday.
I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true and tuned duckies.
Live, love & Lady Gaga,