wicked

So i just got back from seeing Wicked. Now I don't want to be one of those musical geeks that is like "Oh my God! wicked is like the BEST SHOW EVER!!" But seriously, it kind of was. I've seen a decent amount of broadway shows that have come through LA and SF (i'm an andrew lloyd webber girl myself. gay!) but this was seriously awesome. sheer awesomeness. I think part of the reason i liked it is that they had an ugly betty episode a few weeks ago where they go see wicked and show clips of the music and it kidn of got me all eeeemotional.

can i go off on a mini rant about how i hate people who think that rent was teh best show ever and walk around singing "seasons of love" all the time. I didn't actually get to see Rent because my mom isn't into rock musicals and i managed to miss it both times it came through LA and SF but i saw the movie and was like....i mean i guess.

but the point of this was that wicked was really good and if it comes into your city you should spend the 100 dollars with the ticketmaster extra charges and see it.

new meaning to "having an MK moment"

OMG Mary Kate his a kidney infection! no joke! shut up perez because even though i love you, seriously you do not even know how much kidney infections suck more than a lot of things in life. so to you, MK, i say

"get well, get well soon, we want you to get well."

Why i think I'm cooler than i actually am

It is not totally uncommon for Emily and I to sit around (and by sit around i mean chat online) and talk about how we could be friends with various celebrities. some that come to mind are john mayer (why are we not friends and even more, why are we not lovers!!) and the go fug yourself girls. But in a recent blog entry Emily noted that she started reading Kelly Kapur’s blog (from the office). And I don’t mean her office blog but I mean like her blog blog where she is like a real person. And now 3 hours later I have officially read her entire blog and decided that I should be friends with her too Hello we’d totally be BFF in real life. This girl has no shame, and neither do i! how often to I make lame confessions about how much I love uggs or shop at forever 21 on a weekly basis or spend $100 on a hoody!! Shame is so overrated. And her favorite movie is you’ve got mail. !!!!!!!!!! hello! I would die! I fucking love that movie and it’s actually not a very good movie but I just get so much pleasure from it.

“never marry a man that lies.”

Words to live by!! Ugh so the ultimate question is, if celebrities are so similar to me should I really have been famous OR should I just somehow find a way to be friends with famous people? And no offense to you all but why are you all not famous in some capacity so that we could share a blog together and people would see via you how awesome I am? also why do i still have this high school mentality where i want to be popular? will the uncool fat girl inside of me ever die!

A quote from a post she wrote where she categorizes different shoe brands and concludes what her favorite brand is

But if I was a twenty-something crazily consumeristic comedy writer-performer who wants glitzy bad-ass shoes to wear to red carpet events, and then keep them on later to prance around in at 3AM when I'm only in a bra and underwear singing Gwen Stefani's "Luxurious" as a striptease for my boyfriend...I would wear Christan Louboutin.

This just made me laugh so much because whenever i think of "luxxxurious" i imagine ivan doing some kind of ridiculous dance in our dodge caliber while driving through the rainforest of Puerto Rico.

PS I just reread what i wrote and thought to myself "oh you spelled 'imagine' wrong. it's supposed to be with an E." what is wrong with me!

Tonight my mom showed me how to make pork in a salsa stew type thing and lentil soup. This shit was BOMB! So good. But my mom and I both agreed that I was made to suit my pallet, which is to say it may have been very bland. She said that when I was like 6 if something was too salty or savory I would say “this is too flavorful.” It’s one of those funny things to me because I could easily imagine myself saying this right now since I tend to like bland foods.

I've taken the jump into full hipsterdom this past week when i decided that i'm taking my parents record player back to school with me. I mean who am i? in reality i'm not that lame because i didn't go seek out some record player on craigslist or something but rather it was lying around the house unused but i'm probably an equally lame person as those other people. But i think it needs a new needle or something. Maybe i'll start wearing headscarves and oversized glasses too.

On another note I’m completely and totally addicted to hard tail products. They make pricey lounge/yoga wear. I don't do yoga and if i did (which i have) i most likely would not wear actual yoga wear. I hesitate to call their products overpriced because I find their stuff to be totally worth what you pay. That being said I own a couple pair of $50 sweat pants which I completely acknowledge as being ridiculous considering my income. But i also buy $300 shoes so really it shouldn’t be that shocking to anyone who knows me. I just really value my relaxation time and rationalize needing nice, flattering comfort wear.

I went to see "before the devil knows your dead" or something like that. It was pretty stark and depressing but very well acted. I"m not sure i recommend it though. But on Sunday my mom and i saw "dan in real life" and it was surprisingly excellent. I laughed, i cried and it touched me. i definitely recommend that. Tomorrow we're gonna go see wicked so we'll see how that goes. We're also spending time iwht my 14 year old cousin. teen angst!!

i love helLA

so i'm back in LA and as usual my regression into high school mode continues in full force. It nearly culminated tonight when i almost went to the movies with my 16 year old cousin and her boyfriend (their names are actually Alex and Alix. And they are artists and do creative my space pictures of themselves and they started a club at their high school called the happy hippies where they make tie dyed shirts and sell them for charity. Kind of awesome me thinks but also ridiculous in a way that only members of my family can truly be). So anyways as if it wasn't bad enough to go to the movies with 16 year olds I was going to have them pick me up in their car and drive me. I contemplated just getting trashed in my dad's office and having them be my sober drivers to make the experience all the better but alas it did not happen and i spent the night chatting about "women and the bad choices that they make" with my mom and aunt.

Maybe it's that's my age is allowing me to see things in a new way but man, women make some stupid choices. And you can either live with it and as carrie once said "choose your choice" or you can spend your life being miserable. We got to talking and it came out that my mom has actually spent a lot of her life trying to live happily with the shitty choices she's made in life and in reality she kind of could be miserable because she hates her job and stuff. But in the end she lies to herself and chooses her choice and seems fairly ok with it. This is a lot like the time last summer when i realized my grandpa really was the big asshole that my grandma always said he was, and it got me seeing her POV that she was just a woman trapped in a bad situation and not the bitch i always thought her to be. Point being those are two examples of choosing your choice and not choosing your choice and being miserable.

this is all relevant because lately i've been wondeirng about grad school and considering what i would do if i dropped out. I mean, i haven't quite made a choice yet but it's pressing on my heart, this feeling like maybe this is not waht i want to do. And i can really only equate it to marriage. I mean i've never been married but i hear people talk about and sometimes it's liek you wake up one day with this guy you dont' necessarily like and you have a baby and a house payment and a car payment and a job yo u hate and it's like "oh my god is this my life!" And at that point you have to decide if you want to blaze on or just freak out and focus on all the things that your life is not. so i feel like in many ways school and my pending career have become this marriage that i cannot quite get out of. And sometimes i wake up and i'm liek "shit i could be out in ny city working at an ad agency or i could be doing ANYTHING BUT THIS!" But i have put more than 18 years into this marriage and i can't just walk away. And on a less deep level this is a lot like my relationship with grey's anatomy. But point being i used to think that having all these degrees and being "passionate" about my job would prevent me from making the same mistakes all the women in my family have made ie hating their lives. but in the end i could very well just end up repeating them.

annnyways on a lighter note I GOT BANGS!! yes, for reals bangs. But as i told cathy, if this were a chapter in the book of my life it would be entitled "the truth about bangs: what no one ever tells you." Like how when you wake up you look like a hot fucking mess. But i still like them. Speaking of catherine we attempted to be super cultured and take a "walking tour" of downtown la so that we could come to knwo the city we have spent a good majority of our lives in. We had great hopes for this walking tour which included libraries and art and shit. the reality was it ended up being filled with sangwhiches, pupusas, and being chased off by a korean women in a botanical shop for trying to open up her jar of "cat nails." The most interesting finding of the day was learning that st. Clare is the st. of television. I almost bought the st. clare medal but felt liek i cant' wear an ironic saints metal cuz THAT would be taking it too far. So in the end we threw in teh towel and thought that perhaps a trip to the mall might be a bit more appropriate. there was this realization as we roamed the streets of downtown that despite teh fact that we had been raised in LA county there is a big difference between city Angelinos and suburban angelinos. And in the end, we felt that the people from the suburbs of LA had a lto more character. I cant' quite describe why but it must have something to do with shameless commercialization or something. if anyone can think of a better way of putting it please do. Then we drove out to fullerton and i got all hipstered out with my new BANGS! we went to this dueling piano bar which was truly good times, except for the fact that the resbian piano player would not honor our $5 request for "always be my baby." yet she knew the killers. What is wrong with this picture.

so anyways my mom and i are doing the womanly bonding where she is teaching me how to cook, not for a man but rather for the sheer fact that once she dies all my grandma's recipes will die so the giant albondiga of burden lies on my shoulders.

well i think that's enough for now. Stay tuned perhaps for some pics and stories of our first annual Acosta/Hernandez family guitar hero championship....another of the many ways my cousins have attempted to occupy our time at family events.

The Girl from Ipanema

So tonight Jen and i went to see this brazilian singer/guitar player named Caetano Veloso. He was AWESOME!! and we managed to get tickets for 10 dollars because we are students. This guy seriously goes on my list of top 3 live performers i have seen in my life. This list includes paul mccartney and josh ritter. Random, i know. But what i always say is that they are teh kind of people who could be playing in your living room or in a giant ampitheatre and they would still manage to have the same kind of stage presence. and i tell you, this guy could turn a dead audience alive! anyways it was real fun. He does this style of music called tropicalismo which incorporates all these brazilian styles like bossa nova with a hint of beatles rock and roll. real cool shit.

so anyways i have this really profound love of bossa nova music. It's so damn sexy and makes me want to sway, especially teh song "the girl from ipanema." One time after a 4th of july party at my uncle's house we were all sitting around the firepit, and my cousin alix put on the girl from ipanema and we all started swaying and laughing and stuff. and out of nowhere my dad goes "wow i havent' heard this song in so long. I remember when i was young i used to hear this song on the radio and i would say to myself 'wow, what must this girl from ipanema be like? she must be so beautiful.' I could not even imagine. And then i met Graciela and as i saw her walking i remember telling her 'you are like my girl from ipanema." EEEmagine if someone said that to you! liek for reals!! cuz my mom was all tall and tan and young and lovely and shit. but still liek eeeemagine! ugh.

so i started listening to the song tonight when i got home cuz i was in a swayey mood and i had this other fond memory of Joteria 2007 (aka, the disaster that was Puerto Rico). There was one magical night when we had decided to stay in a really fancy hotel to make up for all the shit of our trip. so we were in this awesome hotel wiht beautiful decor and we had just watched the sunset. And Cathy decided to turn on the girl from ipanema. I'm almost 100% sure we were drunk. We listened to the girl from ipanema on repeat for about 3 hours while we all danced and swayed and eventually passed out and took a long nap only to wake up and eat the greatest spare ribs of all our lives.

so i confess that sometimes in my room at night i turn on the girl from ipanema and i just sway a little especially at the part when he says "and whne she passes each one she passes goes....ahhhhhhh" umph!!

i have an ann arbor reader. reveal yourself, my friend. If this person is not revealed within the next few days i may be forced to shut down this whole thing for fear of being discovered.