tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43624122975350982022024-03-13T06:15:18.453-04:00Filthy GorgeousStephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-89736997270379294932010-04-22T02:13:00.000-04:002010-04-22T02:13:54.515-04:00Coachella Round up<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Two words describe my first Coachella experience. Bitter Sweet. It was only bitter because of the way the weekend started off. I should write a novel not just the highlights!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">Day 1:</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Car breaks down on the way to the show (imagine a two way street and 80,000 people trying to get to the same place)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Meet a bunch of cool kids which end up helping us out by trying to jump the car. No success. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- The cool kids push the car over to the curb for us. THANKS :) Great help! seriously.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Nick takes off with a car full of brits to try to find a car battery</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- I walk 1 mile to the actual show grounds and then am misguided by the Coachella staff, so I end up walking an extra mile in circles.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- FINALLY!!!!! about to pick up the tickets I recieve a rude awakening from the box office and am told I only bought VIP UPGRADE TICKETS not DOOR ADMISSION.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- As I am being instructed on what to do some middle america old lady starts to yell at me saying 'Learn how to read, you should've realized you bought the wrong tickets'. I turn around and tell 'F' off trailer trash' (That was not the time to pick on me.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Go on a hunt for Angela and Chris for another hour and break the bad news to them. They almost murdered me.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- I walk a mile back to the group (Donna, Jez, Nick) and my phone battery starts to die, along with any hope for the weekend.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Jez buys a ticket from a scalper which was pointless because then only one of us ends up having a ticket.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Nick installs the battery and then we take off to Costco to pick up a refund for the old battery.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- On the way Nick realizes he lost his phone. Luckily, the people which gave him a ride had his phone.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- We end up drinking in the Costco parking lot trying to overcome our gloomy afternoon. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Head to Coachella to to try to scalp Jez's ticket.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- For about an hour no one wanted to buy it till then we meet a European chick who finally buys the ticket for $500. Yes, $500 insane right? </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- A friend of a friend was able to get us tickets and around 9pm we FINALLLLYYY MADE IT IN!!!!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Enjoyed Vampire Weekend, Jay-Z, and The Whitest Boy Alive.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: orange;">Day 2:</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">- Wake up on a hunt for pool parties.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Call every Palm Springs listing looking for the Merv Griffin estate and as I am about to recieve the address from Palm Springs Rental the guys supervisor over here's him and I get hung up on.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Look up more pool parties and then a light went off in my head and realized that one of my favorite people was in town and helping out at a pool party at The Riviera.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- The Fab Four (Donna, Jez, Nick and myself) discuss the afternoon plans with no happy conclusion, but one way or another I convinced them that I HAD TO GO SEE ERNESTO!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- As we pull up to the destination the girls loose it laughing because that was where they wanted to go all along. They didnt realize it sooner because all we had was an address and no location name.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Of course parking is never an issue when Nick and I are around. We parked right up front and for FREEEEEEE.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Walk over to the lobby and see chaos at the door. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Ernesto and Alicia come greet us and then we all head to the back part of the hotel. As we are walking they explain to us 10 seconds before we arrive to the door that we have to act as if we are 'artists' for the event.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- When the doorman looked at us 'the artists' our reactions were like a bunch of kids who failed acting school. We looked paranoid, but it worked! haha</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- 10 steps later were in the VIP sipping free cocktails chatting up a storm with Taryn Manning.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Most of the afternoon was spent their followed by us heading over for Day 2 of Coachella. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Tony Tony jumped into the group and we all ran into Coachella for a delicious bite to eat at the Ruth Chris' tent.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- After din din we saw Muse and ended the night dancing like a bunch of flower children to Tiesto.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- GREAT ENDING TO SATURDAY NIGHT OF COACHELLA!!! ^</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Rushing to the car we all start hitting up every person we possibly knew in Palm Springs and end up at The Riviera again, but for a great party we again managed to get into. Don't ask me how, that whole part is a blur.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- We danced, drank a bit, and then headed back to the room. Oh and lost Tony Tony :/ booo!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- The girls went to bed and Nick and I walked over to the Casino.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- I played Blackjack for the first time and lost!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Nick and I start to wander threw the casino to find 'the right' slot machine.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- We choose two 5 cent slots that looked as if they were circa 1986 and slip a $20 in each one.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- I win $10 and end there. Nick keeps playing till all of a sudden the machine goes crazy and doesnt stop spinning. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- We call over a waitress and she laughs at us and remarks 'Your machine didn't break, you hit a jackpot round. Look!' she then points at the amount of our jackpot which keep adding up resulting in a total of $330!!!!!!!!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- We drank our hot chocolates and then went out merry way :)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">DAY 3:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- We are woken up by loud knocks from the housekeeper. We over slept threw our check out time, ugh!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Rushing to get out we all decide to head over to the pool party and meet up with Ernesto and Alicia.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- We all looked and felt like death, but it wasn't something a little buffet of food couldn't solve</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- After the munch out we all ended up in lounge chairs next to the pool enjoying some great tunes and each others company on our last day in Palm Springs</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- What was suppose to be an hour cameo turned into a 4 hour debauchery.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Photobooths, Lindsey Lohan, Backstage pass found in the pool, Silver ring found in the pool, vodka cocktails and tons of laughs changed our mood.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- 5pm came around and we all ran out of there on our way to Coachlla</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Side note: Jezika wanted to kill us because she missed her calling in life... Meeting and greeting Julian Casablanca's (lead singer of the strokes)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Go back to The Riviera and pick up Ernesto</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- As we arrive to the gate, which by the way is baracaded off and infested with police, Nick rolls down the window and rants about how it it imperative we part in the front because I am late to the show and need to shoot for Spin Magazine.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- WE PARKED IN THE FRONT, WERE ALLOWED IN THE FESTIVAL AND THEN ALLOWED ONTO THE ARTIST COMPOUND! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- After all this I met Tiesto, Phoenix, and Kelly Osbourne plus was able to take their pictures!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Jez and Donna then came backstage with us and we all sat back on couches and enjoyed listening to the Gorillaz.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div>Off to bed!</div><div>ta-ta</div>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-71067695732783193702010-04-05T04:22:00.001-04:002010-04-21T04:08:43.819-04:00Please please please let me get what I wantIt's been brought to my attention that I have a problem relaying my opinion kindly. Growing up I was mainly told I was selfish and offensive by my mother, but like most things I thought she said this to me only based on our relationship. A few weeks back I had a few friends confront me with their opinion on my behavior and have been analyzing myself and actions over the past couple weeks. For once in my life I understand what my mom was getting at for so many years. I've been working on bettering these faults I have. I have been really trying to apply these changes to my everyday life. I've realized how much my stubborn attitude gets in the way of my friendships and relationships. Moving forward I don't want to sound rude or let alone bratty like I easily can but I also need some people in my life to realize their faults as well. What good is it going to do if i'm the only one willing to change? As far as friendships go, I consider myself lucky to have a small group of friends that are very caring and would stop the world if I asked. Sometime's I become sad with the thought that i've always been the planner and never the one that has things planned for. I've never had a surprise party, never received the most balloons on my birthday, had someone by me flowers just because, and the list can go on. I love planning for others and love to do things to make my friends smile because thats one cheap thrill I live for, BUT i'd be nice to be on the other end a little more often. It'd be nice to be spoiled for one day other than my birthday. I guess most of my frustration comes from the fact that over the past few months I live in a hell hole and cannot call my home a sanctuary. I've accepted the consequences but would hope that one day the money would be substituted for some affection and consideration. Am I ask for to much here? I wish my bf would realize I don't care if we go only a few miles away and spend just one day away from the world, the point is just adding a little effort and executing the idea rather than talking about it. He's amazing in every other way but there are times I really wish I understood his common sense. If there is one thing in this style of relationship in which I never thought of before was this, the only reason I get upset is because I expect things. I've had to realize if its something that can go unnoticed because we both have busy schedules then at that point I should take it upon myself to make a difference. Sometime's we all get so wrapped up in our lives and careers we forget the little things that make our personal relationships feel blissful. I just want someone to take me to see Alice in Wonderland.Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-76685852160905794392010-02-10T21:19:00.000-05:002010-02-10T21:19:30.864-05:00Take off with 'The Aeroplanes'It wasn't until last night that I became familiar with the band 'The Aeroplanes'. I never heard any of their music let alone who they even were. It wasn't easy at first because google kept trying to direct my search towards airplanes. I could have made it easier on myself by directly finding out their 411 on Coachella's website, but in my eyes that's cheating. I wanted to see the impact the band has had and how high their regonition was via the World Wide Web. I searched them as 'Aeroplane' The Aeroplane' and then found the most results with 'The Aeroplanes' (ATTN: Coachella change their name on the line-up because they are 'The AEROPLANES') I came across their MySpace music page Wikipedia profile and Facebook page to find enough music and biography info to educate me on the band. I am glad I decided to go threw with this little endevor because if it wasn't for my curiousity I would have never come across this brit-rock band. <br />
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In 2003 Chris Kearney (guitar, vocals), Paul Crowe (guitar, vocals) and Stuart Palethorpe (bass) decided that their sound was going to take a different direction than had been practiced and decided to add drummer Ian McMillan to then form The Aeroplanes. The band spent the next year and a half playing shows threw out their home town of Liverpool creating such a buzz that by 2005 they were already headlining their own shows. I guess we can thank Jeff Bridges for somewhat shining more light on the band because his request of having them included on 'The Moguls' soundtrack brought The Aeroplanes some international exposure. In 2006, The Aeroplanes schedule was booked by playing shows threw out Europe and then lead them to play at the SXSW festival in Texas. At the end of 2006 the band went on a full fledged tour threw out the UK and sold out their hometown show at The Carling Academy. 2007 marked another big year for the band by replacing bassist Staurt Palethorpe with Vicky Edwards. It was an easy fit for Vicky as he states “You would think it would be strange joining a band where all the members have grown up together, gone to school together, already toured around the world and had success, but there hasn't been one time where I've felt weird or like a newcomer."The band worked closely with Arctic Monkeys lead singer Mike Crossey for their follow-up album. After coming across this fact it was no surprise as to why I automatically dug their sound. Not only do I enjoy their sound but many tv excec's do too by feauring their music on many tv programs. The band released their newest album Broken Hearts and Maladies last year which was noteworthy enough to land them a slot on the 2010 Coachella line-up. The Aeroplanes will be kicking off the first day of Coachella by playing on Friday April 16th. Check out their MySpace music page below for the most access to their music. Now go and click on the link!!!! these Brit's are worth keeping around. Trust me.<br />
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<a href="http://www.myspace.com/theaeroplanes">The Aeroplanes MySpace Music</a>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-37679187080327202662010-01-20T05:33:00.000-05:002010-01-20T05:33:18.311-05:00i've abandoned you...Julie & Julia inspired me<br />
oh blog!!! Can we rekindle our late night dates on the web?Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-68516294560305386802009-07-20T16:38:00.001-04:002009-07-20T16:39:34.461-04:00my calling isn't personal blogging about my life. <div>I wish it was but I cannot translate my oh-so exciting life the same way I lived those moments.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's time for the project to be continues. dusted off the spiral binder this morning and started again on the notes.</div><div><br /></div><div>stay tuned kiddies</div>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-84453718663874907182009-06-03T17:52:00.001-04:002009-06-03T17:52:39.656-04:00today is just not the day.<div>I can't wait to move</div>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-1877613632039798402009-05-19T23:59:00.001-04:002009-05-19T23:59:58.034-04:00This is amazing<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "><a name="5"><center><span style="font-family:benguiat frisky att,comic sans ms;font-size:180%;">Top <span style="color:#FF0000;">1</span>0<br /><span style="color:#FF6633;">D</span>rinking <span style="color:#CC33FF;">S</span>ymptoms</span></center></a><p>SYMPTOM: Drinking fails to give taste and satisfaction, beer is unusually pale and clear.<br />FAULT: Glass empty.<br />ACTION: Find someone who will buy you another beer.<br /></p><p>SYMPTOM: Drinking fails to give taste and satisfaction, and the front of your shirt is wet.<br />FAULT: Mouth not open when drinking or glass applied to wrong part of face.<br />ACTION: Buy another beer and practice in front of mirror. Drink as many as needed to perfect drinking technique.<br /></p><p>SYMPTOM: Feet cold and wet.<br />FAULT: Glass being held at incorrect angle.<br />ACTION: Turn glass other way up so that open end points toward ceiling.<br /></p><p>SYMPTOM: Feet warm and wet.<br />FAULT: Improper bladder control.<br />ACTION: Go stand next to nearest dog. After a while complain to the owner about its lack of house training and demand a beer as compensation.<br /></p><p>SYMPTOM: Floor blurred.<br />FAULT: You are looking through bottom of empty glass.<br />ACTION: Find someone who will buy you another beer.<br /></p><p>SYMPTOM: Floor swaying.<br />FAULT: Excessive air turbulence, perhaps due to air-hockey game in progress.<br />ACTION: Insert broom handle down back of jacket.<br /></p><p>SYMPTOM: Floor moving.<br />FAULT: You are being carried out.<br />ACTION: Find out if you are being taken to another bar. If not, complain loudly that you are being kidnapped.<br /></p><p>SYMPTOM: Opposite wall covered with ceiling tiles and fluorescent light strip across it.<br />FAULT: You have fallen over backward.<br />ACTION: If your glass is full and no one is standing on your drinking arm, stay put. If not, get someone to help you get up; lash self to bar.<br /></p><p>SYMPTOM: Everything has gone dim, mouth full of cigarette butts.<br />FAULT: You have fallen forward.<br />ACTION: See above.<br /></p><p>SYMPTOM: Everything has gone dark.<br />FAULT: The Bar is closing.<br />ACTION: Panic.</p></span>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-90297952421365607412009-05-19T12:55:00.003-04:002009-05-19T12:59:07.716-04:00The way I see it #76' The irony of commitement is that it's deeply liberating - in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life' - Anne MorrissStephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-20761210131833299152009-05-17T04:17:00.000-04:002009-05-17T04:18:32.772-04:00Blackberry Witbier, yummmmmm<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1mepT0SS_lRy1lRaoTarsYtutTt-Drss2NezPa_wd6zCNFCKZ4dHL_R_Wuk8bBCSWTKEpDKz3C0pFdVzdHsKEYOcPXEFYX3eOvhaZyEmaxdaytazg6KYgrfE2P0IRKl-hy2YbsVSKxQ/s1600-h/Photo+64.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1mepT0SS_lRy1lRaoTarsYtutTt-Drss2NezPa_wd6zCNFCKZ4dHL_R_Wuk8bBCSWTKEpDKz3C0pFdVzdHsKEYOcPXEFYX3eOvhaZyEmaxdaytazg6KYgrfE2P0IRKl-hy2YbsVSKxQ/s320/Photo+64.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336704247224199810" /></a>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-79966973499398020212009-05-16T14:02:00.002-04:002009-05-16T14:03:19.910-04:00Today I go to venice to go shopping.<div>Yay! Hooray!</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div><br /></div><div>and to look at all the wierdo's there</div>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-53312037143436987572009-05-16T02:36:00.001-04:002009-05-16T02:40:37.613-04:00someone help this generation.Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-15361920740292304722009-05-12T15:49:00.003-04:002009-05-12T16:03:10.687-04:00“I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.” - A. WarholThe past three trips out here to LA I end up having a few songs which pertain to each specific time.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Last Summer's songs:</span></div><div>- 'Homecoming' - Kanye West feat. Chris Martin </div><div>- 'Won't go home without you' - Maroon 5</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">February 09 trip:</span></div><div>- 'Sex on Fire' - Kings of Leon</div><div>- 'Love Hurts' - Incubus</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">SO FAR this trip:</span></div><div>- 'Be Somebody' - Kings of Leon</div><div>- 'Never There' - Cake</div><div>- 'Warp' - The Bloody Beetroots feat. Steve Aoki</div><div><br /></div><div>Currently I am singing this: </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You tell me that you love me so,</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You tell me that you care, <br />But when I need you, <br />(Baby) Baby (Your never there)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><div><br /></div><div>and as i listen to 'Never There' I am finishing up a yummy Greek Yogurt and Honey Parfait from Starbucks. I devoured it, ate every last inch, licked the cup till all the honey was gone. yummm :) </div><div><br /></div><div>I having been thinking about starting on my writing project I have in mind. I don't want to give away any spoilers, but I think it would be an interesting assignment for myself. If all goes well I might consider taking it to the next level, but, before I get all excited over something I haven't even begun I need to focus on where to start!</div><div><br /></div><div>off to la mer!</div><div><div><br /></div></div></div>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-59273779381419494812009-05-11T23:21:00.000-04:002009-05-11T23:22:00.410-04:00Manhattan Beach + Redondo Beach = BeautyStephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-49227365612153333132009-05-09T23:10:00.001-04:002009-05-19T12:59:33.693-04:00what beautiful family genes we have<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUe9jxGyIOvOrTrjqkbUNTIPfUc2yrCp7VAN73BIiqMEpZjqIdBnbIMLsuuM7Iuzhwt1h4nv9SuRv7QR_duxnw7pClx1KxHPFj067N3Ew_n-dvYiQ17UzLNLORETdHkHyBvv1dY4MktxM/s1600-h/Photo+81.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUe9jxGyIOvOrTrjqkbUNTIPfUc2yrCp7VAN73BIiqMEpZjqIdBnbIMLsuuM7Iuzhwt1h4nv9SuRv7QR_duxnw7pClx1KxHPFj067N3Ew_n-dvYiQ17UzLNLORETdHkHyBvv1dY4MktxM/s320/Photo+81.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334027785602032098" /></a>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-78396783221225681472009-05-08T15:11:00.002-04:002009-05-08T16:08:52.508-04:00musical delights<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">YouTube</span> might as well tell me that I have exceeded the amount of times you can watch one video in a row. I have watched the new Incubus video for 'Black Heart Inertia' about 11000 of the 11001 times it has been viewed. In all honesty, it's not the best song at first and the sound doesn't range as much as the previous work has, but it's still a good track. Video is a bit <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">weird</span>, Brandon Boyd looks a bit too much like a friend of mine its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">creeped</span> me out, but Brandon Boyd could be missing an arm blind and in a wheelchair and he'd still be a god. I love that band, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">jesus</span>.<div><br /></div><div>I'm still wearing my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">KOL</span> wristband, is that bad? I just realized I have showered and gone threw the day rocking the wristband as if it was the new style. Great show last night and Caleb has such an exceptional voice live it had me at hello. I think every girl friend of mine in our group had a few stop and stare moments when he would sing. Jared was off on the side in his own realm exploiting the bass. He needs to stop looking at the ground and his bass guitar when he plays, you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">don't</span> get to fully <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">appreciate</span> his mystery when you can't even see him. The combination of Caleb and Matthew playing the guitar sounded stellar! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ok</span>.. I sound semi-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">obsessed</span> but really, the whole band in unison creates such a sound that you really appreciate them as a band musically, talent, everything!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>the add is kicking in, I need to go finish </div><div> </div>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-91254998298541041902009-05-07T11:50:00.002-04:002009-05-12T16:05:57.836-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;">It's the edge of the world<br />And all of western civilization<br />The sun may rise in the East<br />At least it settles in the final location<br />It's understood that Hollywood<br />sells Californication<br /></span>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-34496743574187580612009-05-07T00:33:00.003-04:002009-05-07T00:36:07.963-04:00Festival love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuV0T3zXKFfSUmPWdfe5oWAfVsJCXcBt7KLrz6lhK_3vG76ZamQEvo5Y53wNoZA6JRLPK7Lkzh6mC7nH4JHVSW7tdT5Sb7MkzZ07RwOj6g8kXzI9uBvQbZTb79xBt-q0d0Puqj3fiatG0/s1600-h/46359599.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuV0T3zXKFfSUmPWdfe5oWAfVsJCXcBt7KLrz6lhK_3vG76ZamQEvo5Y53wNoZA6JRLPK7Lkzh6mC7nH4JHVSW7tdT5Sb7MkzZ07RwOj6g8kXzI9uBvQbZTb79xBt-q0d0Puqj3fiatG0/s320/46359599.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332935524449264626" /></a>I look at this picture at least once a day since I have found it. This picture is from the LA Times <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Coachella</span> album. I look at this everyday because it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">represents</span> the two most beautiful things which I believe in, Love and Music. When you combine these two great forces you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">receive</span> photo proof that the both <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">coexist</span> and that one day someone will be the cheese to my macaroni ;)Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-75647966654107355322009-05-06T23:56:00.004-04:002009-05-07T00:09:56.276-04:00...im on call to be there one and all.OK scratch out about 3/4 of yesterdays post please. All has changed, and why wouldn't it right? I ripped my hair out yesterday for hours trying to come up with a good game plan and wake up this afternoon (yes I wake up in the afternoon now a days) to news that I have to be in LA pronto. Angela has to fly to Greece to be with her dad since he was just rushed into the hospital and thinks aren't looking to great. I leave to LA in the wee hours of the morning Saturday to arrive in LA by 10ish. I pretty much have to learn my way around town backwards and forwards with NO GPS system in the matter of 24 hrs. I know my way around somewhat but not enough to get adventurous. Luckily, the house is only 10 minutes away from the beach, and Malibu beach at that! I feel that the only MUST KNOW'S (besides my brothers school) are A: The Beach B: Starbucks C: Pinkberry. My daily duties are taking and picking up my brother from school, take him out in the afternoon for a few hrs, come back to the house and be there for three hours while my brother has his routine therapy. That's my 9-5 for the next two weeks. Talk about everything happening for a reason and timing, I've been unemployed for the matter of three days and was fortunate to be at Angela's disposal to travel and help her out. This does help me out big time as well, I can finish up any details before I take the big official move. Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-65555595980791726622009-05-06T01:26:00.003-04:002009-05-06T02:01:24.950-04:0007-25-08<div>It all came down to a final decision this afternoon and it resulted on me finally picking THE date, Thursday June 25Th I will be leaving Miami to Calabasas, CA! I called my aunt in full desperation to speak to someone that knows me inside out and can still play devils advocate by showing me the pro's and con's of taking today's decision. I'm glad she opened my eyes to what position i'm currently in and how I can take it to my advantage. I was looking at all this as some sort of 'calming down' before I move but how things are right now I couldn't be in a better position to just pack up my belongings in a nice brown box and siyanara! I was prolonging the move for good responsible reasons, but in a slow timely manner. I decided to move not to long ago in most eyes, but I've had the yearning to leave Miami for the past four years. I didn't sooner for various reasons, none in which I would ever take back, but making this decision in December to then move in July is like speaking of dream more than reality. I want it to happen already! I'm at a point in which I can't keep saying that I will move when I have absolutely no ties or commitments to anything serious here in Miami. The only thing existent in this world to have made me doubt this decision each and every time has been my family, especially my mother and sister. After all that at approxiametly 5:30 in the afternoon I decided on June 25th. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QH1uCN7qGycAh2vnHojFCL8lVkaB4x_IX7-XpCQSgPujSrF3flhtP38TmX0GuneEkNDcmAY0Sd2ieCaU-TxvlRpD5KtYHRctEY1otCYPNeCfgkaM31cGVo9-RUpSGc_Nd-6VK_2lKJM/s1600-h/mail.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QH1uCN7qGycAh2vnHojFCL8lVkaB4x_IX7-XpCQSgPujSrF3flhtP38TmX0GuneEkNDcmAY0Sd2ieCaU-TxvlRpD5KtYHRctEY1otCYPNeCfgkaM31cGVo9-RUpSGc_Nd-6VK_2lKJM/s320/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332586792588431202" /></a><div>PS: I am working Rok Bar on Fridays. Culminating vibe. Illustrious hot-spot. Luscious music. why wouldnt you want to attend?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Other important dates in Mi Calendario are....</div><div><br /></div><div>May 7th - Kings of Leon</div><div>MAY 8TH - ROK BAR FRIDAYS</div><div>May 14th - Karins Bday</div><div>MAY 15TH - ROKBAR FRIDAYS</div><div>MAY 22ND - ROK BAR FRIDAYS</div><div>MAY 28TH - ROK BAR FRIDAYS<br /></div><div>May 30 - Jez bday</div><div>June 1st - Sis Graduation</div><div>JUNE 5TH - ROKBAR FRIDAYS</div><div>JUNE 12TH - ROKBAR FRIDAYS</div><div>June 3rd - No Doubt</div><div>June 24th - Grandfathers Bday</div><div>::::::::drumroll::::::::::::::</div><div>June 25th - LAX<br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-32617603928524736652009-05-04T20:03:00.002-04:002009-05-04T21:07:45.405-04:00groove is in the heart<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyFIXJMTXVQbJLN2l78cqdCqbFontaXVEMQjNOOrjDspmDj9z1MfPUCqU5A2dPdDFfswUiWha_jZPfGWAhOPg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-62095126573031760002009-05-03T16:07:00.005-04:002009-05-07T00:37:12.219-04:00i forgot to post these photobooth shots<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8BB-IwsCxuhjFOtX4O8N4ut9-IdmWogZt-cVm3SkOIZ_Z5Xpj9nLzmprQQFtRa-r2N-eyTxTCQZfOsfiWgevm_IsFwAzYb4S2xYMtPSXruh8Tq-htThmvKb8fKwmWJ5YrVHOODOfVfo/s1600-h/Photo+76.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRHSXlyb7w_-fhoumodG_z47dBxGZgE72ffkGDgbp14_TvvFtSNxP7HyWcd0qqFUWFclhb2e7ruILEw87lIJ71yx-TFHZggOuVuDBJ6NrxAZJE7_AUNmPT8M1hHqIQzJUsKKXNRQXjN8/s320/Photo+31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331692465762753954" /></a>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-14260643624855502572009-05-03T15:45:00.002-04:002009-05-03T16:06:39.292-04:00I just had a reality check. I've said it before but it really hit me hard this time. Losing your responsibilities and yourself because of partying is just not worth it. I was on the right track for a few months and slipped for one. I think its excusable but for the last time. I'm about to go threw the biggest change in my entire life in about two months, THAT freaks me out. It didn't the past couple of months, but now that I'm getting close to the deadline it's all sinking in. I'm STOKED EXCITED ANXIOUS and HAPPY AS HELL! but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">very very very</span> nervous. In the past few weeks I have been spending a lot of time looking for my new residence. Like I said before, its down to a few area's (pacific palisades, Beverly hills, westwood) and so far I have found great finds within the price range in those three places. This week is going to be a HUGE shift and I need to get on the finalization of my school transfer. <div><br /></div><div>Jamie's coming over.</div><div>Au revoir</div>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-54870085060626334932009-04-20T18:10:00.003-04:002009-04-20T19:40:11.724-04:00Today...<div><br /></div><div>is a 'holiday' for the habitual pot smoker to inhale more than their lungs can handle.</div><div>it's almost been a week since my grandmother passed away.<br /></div><div>makes a year of me being a proud owner of a VW 'Rabbit' gotta love the 'rabbit', and i mean all rabbit's ;) ha!</div><div>last year on this day I was really hung over from a great night before at B live (and other fun extravaganza's)</div><div>Apollo 16 landed on the Moon</div><div>is Adolf Hitler, Edie Sedgewick, and Carmen Electra's birthdays</div><div>is 74 degree's out</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362412297535098202.post-38667015475199559192009-04-16T00:11:00.001-04:002009-04-16T00:11:46.903-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; ">Why do birds<br /><br />Suddenly appear? <br /><br />Everytime you are near<br /><br />Just like me<br /><br />They long to be<br /><br />Close to you<br /><br />Why do stars<br /><br />Fall down from the sky? <br /><br />Everytime you walk by<br /><br />Just like me<br /><br />They long to be<br /><br />Close to you<br /><br />on the day that you were born<br /><br />The angels got together and decided<br /><br />To create a dream come true<br /><br />So they sprinkled moondust in your hair<br /><br />Of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue<br /><br />that is why all the girls in town<br /><br />Follow you all around<br /><br />Just like me<br /><br />They long to be<br /><br />Close to you<br /></span>Stephanie Magallaneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125136470563708512noreply@blogger.com0