#15 – I thoroughly enjoy wearing blue eyeshadow. More specifically of the turquoise/teal variety
#16 – I feel regal when I use a letter opener. Like I should be writing w/a feather pen amongst many leather-bound books.
The Halfrican
10/13
Long, tired Tuesday.
The bitter cold of Winter.
Boo Minnesota.
10/14
Take a staggered breath.
Trying to push past the dark.
Stop my sorry heart.
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I cherish my friends.
I’ll laugh and cry when you do.
Whenever you call.
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Things are so different.
I don’t know you anymore.
It pains me to watch.
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The Halfrican
Ok, so I’m having a bit of trouble figuring out what/who I want to be this year. Last year I was a Vixen Pirate Wench, which luckily the skank factor was significantly decreased since I’m so short (ie: the skirt wasn’t the butt-skimming length that it was made to be, but somewhat tasteful in the mid-thigh range). 
After much deliberation and internet polling, here are my front-runners:
BONUS: having Zachary Quinto as a boyfriend (though not the original love interest, but far better than Shatner in my opinion)
Last but not least:
So there you go. Let me know your thoughts.
xoxo
The Halfrican
I decided a couple weeks ago to start a Daily Confessions segment.
Let’s get you up to speed:
Daily Confession #1 – I daydream about eating a giant tub of hummus. With a spoon
Daily Confession #2 – I turn up any Taylor Swift song that comes on & belt it out at the top of my lungs. Like I am right now
Daily Confession #3 – I have a girl crush on Emma Stone. And a movie crush on Zombieland
Daily Confession #4 – Woke up sweating @ 4am cuz Freddy Krueger was trying to kill me, just f/seeing the preview @ Zombieland earlier. >:(
Daily Confession #5 – I enjoy wearing rainboots when it’s not raining. Note to self: buy more rainboots
Daily Confession #6 – I can smell when it’s going to rain. Not unlike the dumb blonde girl f/Mean Girls’ boobs
Daily Confession #7 – ultimately, I’m dying to be in a hardcore band. Playing drums
Daily Confession #8 – I enjoy toying w/people on the road. In a legal and safely manner of course
Daily Confession #9 – I hold solo dance parties in my car and in my apt regularly
Daily Confession #10 – Fact: Blue M&Ms taste better than all the other stupid M&M colors
Daily Confession #11 – just downloaded Aaliyah’s last album she made in 2001. Love her
Ok, tune in daily for more dailies.
The Halfrican
So a lot’s happened these past few weeks.
A lot of which has made me stop and think.
Which isn’t something I do too often.
I’m usually more of a ‘how can I make this person, who is much in need of it, laugh?’ type of person.
But my life is taking a much needed turn towards the more thought-provoking things in life.
What brought this sudden change on, you ask? Something as trivial to some as breaking up with a boyfriend. To me, it was anything but. Boyfriends come and go though, right? Not for me. I’ve never had the mindset of ‘casual dating’, and I’ve always wanted my first boyfriend to be the one I would marry. Yes, this 28yr old said ‘first’. My point exactly. So as you can imagine, it didn’t end up that way. My boyfriend of over a year, dropped the bomb on me that he had decided to change beliefs to the polar opposite of mine, saying he was never really comfortable in believing the way I, or all of his friends, my friends, our friends, believed. I was stunned. I felt like I had had the wind knocked out of me and all our talks/plans/dreams for our future together had all of a sudden disappeared. To some, this may not seem like a big deal, but to me, it is. So long story short, I broke it off with him, and thank God we are still friends, will always be there for each other, and never want that to change.
Though this was the main reasoning behind this post, let me just fill you in on what else happened that week:
Monday: Contracted what I would later believe to be the very virus that would turn me into the beginning force of the zombie apocalypse.
Wednesday: Broke it off w/the bf. Went home at noon – couldn’t handle being barely coherent AND crying all day.
Saturday: Parents come over to help me around the house and take care of me 
It has been a very steady decline since monday with major dizziness, headaches, and congestion. By this point I can’t be awake for more than 4hrs without having to take a nap.
Sunday early am: Go to the ER because my nose has been bleeding for the past 2hrs with no sign of stopping. My zombie apocalypse theory is becoming more and more viable every day….
Sunday later early am: I get home from the hospital, only to find that my beloved and loyal fish of 2yrs has died. At this point, I couldn’t help but laugh from the irony of the past week. RIP Rocko, you are loved.
That was 2 weeks ago. My zombie apocalypse theory has waned (ask me about my blood bonding w/the zombie virus theory though…), and as far as being single again, there’s good days and bad days. I’m just trying to keep myself very, very busy.
Throughout this all, I’ve sadly realized who my real friends are. During the worst week of my life, there were only a handful of people that even asked what was wrong when reading my distraught tweets/facebook updates (ah, the modern age), some of which didn’t even live in my state, which amazed and touched me. This realization that some people just don’t hold true friendship to the standard that I do, really opened my eyes. Maybe they just didn’t consider me the friend that I considered them, but how hard is it to reach out to someone who’s visibly hurting and just say ‘hey’. I know this section may be tinged with a hint of bitterness, but it was not only this once, it was over and over and over when I needed to know someone, anyone, cared.
Which brings me to my second point: I am determined to be a better friend. I’ve always been happy with the fact that I try to be a very considerate person and constantly aware of people’s feelings, but there have definitely been times where I’ve seen that someone is having a hard time and I’ll turn my head. We’ve all done it, and it’s something I’m not proud of. So if there’s something I’ve learned in these past couple weeks, it’s that people’s hearts are fragile. And it only takes one to shut it down.
So enough of the depressing. Out of all of this, I’m rebuilding. I’m finding who I am again and who I want to be.
I have this new found zeal for life that I’ve never had before.
I want to dance, sing, record, learn, travel, meet new people, try new foods, paint, draw, read, explore….anything and everything.
I want to delve outside my comfort zone – It’s scary, but life isn’t worth living if you don’t take some risks.
So thank you to my close friends that are helping me during this ‘time of awakening’ if I may – You are so dear to me. I love you all.
And thanks to my old and new found friends in Portland – your friendship means more to me in our few years together or our few weeks, than you will ever know. I’ll be seeing you soon.
-Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.- Ferris Bueller
‘The Halfrican’
This blog is dedicated to Shawn and Iver
The best bandmates a girl could ever ask for
Deep Thoughts
By Jack Handey
Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: “Mankind”. Basically, it’s made up of two separate words – “mank” and “ind”. What do these words mean ? It’s a mystery, and that’s why so is mankind.
If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is “God is crying.” And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is “Probably because of something you did.”
If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid looking in a mirror, because I bet that will really throw you into a panic.
Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.
Consider the daffodil. And while you’re doing that, I’ll be over here, looking through your stuff.
Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you’ll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that’s my point.
Sometimes I think I’d be better off dead. No, wait, not me, you.
Angela ‘The Halfrican’
Being bored at work gives you to a lot of unavoidable internet surfing time and a plethora of hilarious/mediocre/seriously, you’re a frickin idiot websites. Either way, they all do their job of passing the tedious workday that much quicker.
Here’s one of the better ones:
The Onion
A magazine dedicated to unearthing the hidden truths about the important and relevant issues of our day. No fluff pieces here. Just cold, hard truth. I was particularly interested in their Sunday Magazine section today. Here are a couple of my favs:
Angela ‘The Halfrican’
So.
Here it is.
My first blog.
And here’s the guy responsible for it:
So if at all throughout the course of this venture you are offended, appalled, disgusted or emotionally traumatized, first off, know that it was not my intention.
And that it’s his fault.
Now, with all that said and done…..
I’ve done a lot of thinking on what my first blogging effort should be on, and after nay-saying your typical music/movies/tv/myspace/facebook/do you like me circle yes or no drama, I sat in my living room staring at a blank blog page.
Just sat there.
And that’s when I realized that that’s all my life consisted of.
And that’s when I decided to change that.
So that’s what this blog is going to be about – change.
Now it was more than me just stepping back and taking a good hard look at what I spend my time & energy on from day to day so I could put it in a blog. It’s been a process getting to this point. A process of good friends and family, God, and a little luck. But as of late, it did stem from one source in particular. That guy up there in the picture. Now before you go and think – oh god, looks like Angela’s got a little crush….just wait. I’ve known Amos for a good 3 years or so, and when we first met, besides being ridiculously intimidated by him, I knew he was someone I wanted to be friends with. As the years went by and we became better friends, I learned of his love for philosophy, good books, photography, design, art, real music, and a good pipe. I remember one time when a friend and I stopped to visit him in Nebraska on our way to Texas (yeah, not really on the way considering I live in Minnesota). Amos and I were driving to the store to buy groceries so I could showcase my amazing culinary skillz, and we started talking – what about? Can’t say that I remember. But I do remember thinking- ‘oh god, I have no clue what he’s talking about. How am I going to hold a conversation with someone who reads Kierkegaard and Nietzsche?!’. Now, I don’t want you to think that i’m some ditzy girl who’s read more issues of Vogue and Cosmo than she has books – I love reading books (without pictures). I love doing smart people things. And I got a 32 on my ACT’s, so there. It’s just that I’ve gotten so wrapped up in my own world, that I’ve neglected to really see what’s going on outside of it. Granted I’m not one to argue politics or the state of the economy, but now I’m realizing that I’d at least like to know about it. While most of my adult life thus far has consisted of creating musical gems, making the Minneapolis music scene pimptacular one band at a time, and striving to be the coolest halfrican in the Tri-State area, it’s time to incorporate something more.
So there you have it.
My first blog.
They won’t all be so pensive and soul-searching, but I thought this would be a good way to start things out.
A special thanks goes out to Amos Lanka and his blog, without which I’d still be focused on who I am, instead of who I’d like to be.
And also to Counting Crows for making the musical masterpiece that is August and Everything After.
Still intimidated by Amos,
Angela
‘The Halfrican’
