eViL pOp TaRt
- Name: Angélique
- Gender: Female
- Location: Chapel Hill NC US
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Interesting facts about me
I am an eViL pOp TaRt, and a smart-***! Actually, my name is Angélique. You're probably
snickering, no? I'm a native of New Orleans, LA, an Acadienne (Cajun).
I'm now a graduate student at the University of North Carolina. I'm sort of a Tarheel now, if I can ever learn the routine.
I'm in my mid-20's, blonde, fair-complexioned, 5' 7" tall; weigh 114 lbs. and can still run the mile in about 5:30. In case you are wondering, they are exquisuite minatures, and my belly button is an innie. Politically, I'm independent, with libertarian leanings. I like modern art; but I'm not sure why. Dancing is fun; but don't look on my motions as the epitome of grace. I have a volatile temper naturally. My sweetness is courtesy of Lorazepam. I use only one form of drug: caffeine. Oh, I like beer and wine; does that count also? I still have some traces of my accent, despite living in Tarheel Country.
I am single, like the outdoors, and go tent camping on the A.T. No, not with any South Carolina Governors, though!
La famille is very important. My parents are most excellent: they have bourne with grace a sometimes difficult and imperfect youngest daughter (c'est moi!). I also have two brothers (Tom and Mike) and two sisters (Heather and Jessica). Sorry, no Cajun names. But all of us can fish (me to, as long as someone else baits the hook!). And we're all big-time Saints, LSU Tigers, and University of New Orleans Privateer fans.
I'm now a graduate student at the University of North Carolina. I'm sort of a Tarheel now, if I can ever learn the routine.
I'm in my mid-20's, blonde, fair-complexioned, 5' 7" tall; weigh 114 lbs. and can still run the mile in about 5:30. In case you are wondering, they are exquisuite minatures, and my belly button is an innie. Politically, I'm independent, with libertarian leanings. I like modern art; but I'm not sure why. Dancing is fun; but don't look on my motions as the epitome of grace. I have a volatile temper naturally. My sweetness is courtesy of Lorazepam. I use only one form of drug: caffeine. Oh, I like beer and wine; does that count also? I still have some traces of my accent, despite living in Tarheel Country.
I am single, like the outdoors, and go tent camping on the A.T. No, not with any South Carolina Governors, though!
La famille is very important. My parents are most excellent: they have bourne with grace a sometimes difficult and imperfect youngest daughter (c'est moi!). I also have two brothers (Tom and Mike) and two sisters (Heather and Jessica). Sorry, no Cajun names. But all of us can fish (me to, as long as someone else baits the hook!). And we're all big-time Saints, LSU Tigers, and University of New Orleans Privateer fans.
My blog
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On Launching Ships with Hot Guys
07/14/09 07:25:08 | 0 Comments
Having once indulged in that most guilty of pleasures, the movie "Troy", with Brad Pitt, I mused on the decline in relative value of women in these recent times. After all, Helen had, as the legend had it, "the face that launched a thousand ships"; and her abduction by Paris led to the ruinous Trojan war where buff guys ran around in armor and... -
At a Soiree
07/08/09 10:25:01 | 1 Comments
As a nubile and dutiful niece, I am sometimes called upon to attend soirees in which flowered sundress, heels, and gloves are de rigeur. Plus a nice straw hat. That explains my being there, much like a rooster wearing socks. My aunt is in a lather to get me "married off," as my brother charmingly puts it. Anyway, here's the dialogue. I'm trying to write of manners, but I'm not cool or observant like Jane... -
Swamp Tours
07/08/09 10:20:49 | 0 Comments
In one of my occasional forays into the realm of being gainfully employed, I worked as a tourist guide on swamp tours. Now there's something overrated about swamps: for most people unfamiliar with the setting it's a place teeming with dangerous eccentrics, swamp monsters such as the one that stalked Adrienne Barbeau in The Swamp Thing, assorted saurians of the alligator or crocodile variety, and other outlandish residents as... -
The Hello Kitty Ninja Angels Strike!
07/06/09 12:15:57 | 0 Comments
"BOLD AS BRASS!" -- The head nun scolds, using an expression that is calculated to intimidate us into returning to the paths of righteousness, not to mention the two weeks of detention for our excursion to the race track. We looked (hopefully) hangdog enough that she would soon tire of her tirade. Ahhh, we were used to brass: that being about as much as our boy friends could afford to give us as items of jewelery. (My... -
The Pyrate of the Produce Section
07/03/09 07:45:42 | 0 Comments
I met Pete in the produce section of the store. He was spraying the bell peppers and tomatoes with a fine mist, while singing a song with the refrain, "Yo ho ho . . . . " He was unusally clad, wearing tights, a full embroidered jacket, a large silver buckle, a patch over one eye, and a cutlass. Here was a story, my journalistic sensibilities told me; so I asked Mr. Pete (as he shall be henceforth known until the... -
The Raid on the Warehouse
07/01/09 16:01:24 | 0 Comments
"Mel Gautreaux of Action News and Weather here. We're talking to Sergeant Girard of N.O.P.D.'s literary squad. Less than one hour ago, the Literary Squad mad a spectacular raid on a cliché warehouse on Tchopitoulas Street. Sergeant, how did you know there was an illegal operation going on here?" "Well, Mel, there were... -
The Mardi Gras Costume
07/01/09 10:47:54 | 1 Comments
I lived in New Orleans, and my mother and my aunt really got into the Carnival season with a vengance, with nightly attending parades, knowing where the best spots were, dressing in costume, collecting throws and doubloons, and occasionally going to a Carnival ball.
Mardi Gras day was, of course, the main event. Each of us would go in costume; but Mom was not...
