For the 90 and early 2000 kids. (WARNING SOME DIRTY THINGS ARE AHEAD)

Throwing it back to the classics!

I don't care if you were born in 1990 or 2004 music is music. We were thrown into a generation that jumped through the T.V. screen with MTV, booty shaking, and "shave-my-head" celebrities.

God bless my grandma who thought Eminem's music video for A$$ Like That was some weird puppet porn. I got plenty of ruler-stick smacks for watching MTV back then.

Here is my chance to drop out some of my favorite 90's and early 2000's songs from my Spotify playlist. Enjoy,

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Eminem - A$$ Like That.

(C) 2005

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D4L - Laffy Taffy

(C) 2006

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Shaggy - Boombastic

(C) 1995

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Chumbawamba - Tubthumping

(C) 1997

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Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch

(C) 1999

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Weezer - Beverly Hills

(C) 2005

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Nine Days - Absolute (Story of A Girl)

(C) 2009

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Barenaked Ladies - One Week

(C) 2005

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Ini Kamoze - Here Comes The Hotstepper

(C) 1994

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Smash Mouth - All Star

(C) 2001

Ain't Nothing Wrong With That

(C) 2010

This is a great song to work out to or rip up the field at football practice.

It's not a weave.

It's not a weave.

One of the most used conversation starters among women is about hair.

"I love the color!"

"Are these your real curls?"

"Oh, it's gotten so long!"

"Should I snip it all off?"

This picture was taken from an old journal entry.

It has been edited for private reasons.

Also please ignore the wonky eye. I have no idea how that happened.

It seems that every compliment I ever get is on my hair. I swear I could dress up in the most expensive Gucci attire, wave around 1,000,000 big ones, and drive around in a Bentley and someone will still say "Look at her hair! Is it fake?"

Well I could answer your question right away. No. I have never worn any hair extensions and have never worn a wig (except for that one party but we don't have to talk about that here).


Everything you see is what I have to wrestle with every morning. I've had these locks since pre-school. There was a time when my mom brushed through them and , when they became to much to handle, chopped them off all together. It looked like something straight out of a gender-bending drama!

EPP!! 

My routine is simple,
- Shower at night with curly hair shampoo and conditioner

- Towel dry - NEVER EVER EVER BLOW DRY

- Throw hair into messy bun on top of head (if it's too low on the neck your hair will be flat on the top when it's finished drying. Either look is nice if you know how to work with your volume. I usually stick with it on top though.)

- Let down when damp.

- BED TIME! 

- Wake up and cry in the mirror at how it looks.

- Water in the palms and finger comb a little in the spots that are dry or flat.

- Once it drys the curls are set!

Sometimes there are bad days and sometimes there are great days. Then there are those days in between where I will role out of bed, take a peak in the mirror, and just crawl back under the covers.

For example,

THAT is what happens when I take a shower and jump right into bed afterwards. I wake up singing "It's a hard knock life" and start looking for my long lost parents.

If my sleeping habits weren't terrifying enough! I have this habit of going to bed in full sleep wear and waking up in my frilly tighty-whities. Imagine a half naked bed-head monster crawling down the stairs and demanding her Red Rose tea. (I'm so sorry future husband)

So, just for fun, I decided to uncurl my curls. That's right.... I straightened the little ones and now that it's like this I feel so so SO WEIRD!

Here, take these pictures I don't even want them! *hides in guilt

^BEFORE^

Morning Hair

Sink Water and Greasy Hands.

^AFTER^

Approx. 45 minutes.

No Chemicals. 

Now you could really see that even though I spent nearly an hour straightening I still didn't end up with pin- straight hair. I'm fine with it though. I'm not going to lie, I hate hair that is so straight that my high school math teacher could start an axis on a strand of it.

Here are some things I learned today.

1. I will never get to brush my hair. I don't brush it when it's curly and when I brush it while it's straight the comb will break. (TRUE)

2. My natural hair color looks like a cheap dollar store dye job. I never knew I had natural Auburn high-lights!!

EW man.

3. As you can see in the picture above, 45 minutes isn't enough.

4. Straighten it all you want. In five minuets the curls will start to take control once again.

In the process of it all I was actually extremely uncomfortable. Even more uncomfortable then when I got my hair cut earlier this year. I almost cried !

It really doesn't feel like me. It feels like I'm someone else!

There was a point when I leaned in closer to the mirror to put mascara on and nearly scared myself to death. It looked like someone else was looking through the mirror at me! I even prepared to head-butt the mirror intruder until I saw it was a beautiful Italian girl. 

A lot of people don't realize this because my natural hair hides it in a strange way but I have extremely thin hair. All together it's as light as feather. If someone chopped it all off I bet I wouldn't even notice until I looked in the mirror so straightening it shouldn't have been a problem.

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A lot of question have come up now that my hair is like this. Straight haired girls and those who straighten their hair often--- I need your help on this!

How the HECK do you pull your hair up? It took me five times to get my hair into a semi-descent ponytail without all of the bumps and ugly frizzy baby hairs popping out of nowhere.

Does your scalp supposed to itch like a son of a *****? Because if it is then I guess I'm doing it right.

What do you do when it rains? Or when it's too humid? Or in the snow? Or in any weather....

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Welp.... this has been a new experience. I'm going to go jump in the shower because I'm so uncomfortable!

Watch your mouth!

A Guide to Surviving High School

I don't think people realize how easy it is to say something that offends someone else.
While it might not seem offensive to one person it could be highly offense to another because everyone takes things in a different way. We all don't think and react in the same way!

Someone just has to open their mouth and blurt out something in a heated moment. A certain mesh of vowels and consonants that create a certain sound that hits a certain nerve that makes me want to hit a certain area that you CERTAINLY don't want me to hit.

Let's break it apart.

Has anyone ever gotten into an argument with you? No, not even an argument but a simple disagreement?
Then that certain person runs off and tells others a bunch of white lies and secrets to other people in hopes that now those people will "take his/her" side against you?

Of course this has happened to you ! You go to school don't you?

Sometimes things surprise me. I'm a very excitable person but because of that I'm also very anxious. I get an adrenaline rush just thinking about going to New York city but then have a sudden anxiety attack thinking about getting hit by a flying trolley from Mars. I'm not lying.... I fall asleep to the SciFi channel every once in a while.
I could tell you first hand people will surprise you in the most unusual ways.

One day you find out by your crushes friend that the feeling might be mutual and then another day you find out it's some stupid prank. I've seen this way too many times to count on ten fingers.

 Take this for example,

I was terribly ill when swine flu came out. A friend and I caught the bug while we were on a trip to the big apple. (I didn't die. At least not that I know of.)
I was out for an entire week and when I came back I was pregnant with twins, run over by a car, and moved to New Jersey. SURPRISE! News to me....

These things. These times in which people prowl on stupid rumors and feed off of them adding more and more until you have a girl with snakes as hair and farts you can turn into cherry blossoms.

I can't tell you how many times I've had some stupid lie spread around my high school that was so bizarre that I just couldn't help but laugh.
And let me tell you, I was not the student that everyone looked up to with the Gucci bags and bad tans. No, I was pasty white Amber with the frizzy hair and comic book obsession. There was no reason for their to be rumors about me because no one should've cared. I guess that's what living in a small town does.


Just this year I found out I was a
1. drug addict
2. jealous maniac
3. emotionally distressed suicidal pig (can't make this stuff up)
4. botched boob job
5. shop lifter
6. STD holder (Worded just like that. Makes it sound like something you'd put on a drivers license doesn't it? Squeeze it on right next to organ donor)


I'm appalled! My boob job doesn't look that bad! Kidding guys....jesus.


So for all of new and shinny high schools (or middle schoolers!) just know that you can survive it. Just throw your head back and laugh because in all honesty it's bizarre.

As soon as Junior year rolls around people stop paying attention and the bullies start drowning out of that "OH LOOK AT ME AHHHHH PUBERTY RAGE" stage and start worrying about keeping their grades for college.

I was never one to say "oh it gets better" but it really does.
If I could say that then trust me you can too.
Good luck and have fun!

Hello, my name is LOST

    

    With college move-in swinging around the corner like a bat out of hell I'll be running here and there and buying this and that with very little time to drop in and say "hey look at me!". *dances to get attention*

 My blog will be blowing up once I'm settled in and starting class because "small-town Bloomsburg" still seems to be a very big difference compared to "small-town Old Forge".

Here's something interesting for all of the Old Forgers reading this. NO ONE AT BLOOMSBURG KNOWS WHERE OLD FORGE IS. That's right, regardless of our advances in Varsity Football and our Lady Devils we are virtually off the map for these Bloomsburgers.<----- hehe Bloomsburgers.

The only way the students and faculty know Old Forge is as, "Oh, that place ten minutes from Scranton."

They don't even know about our pizza! Trust me... I tried.

Apparently round, white pizza is equivalent to the great dinosaur extinction.

My Italian heritage was like the little devil on my shoulder that said, "they don't know about our culture give them a swift crack to the jugular and run away!", but the angle on my shoulder said, "Don't do that because then you won't be able to eat the pulled pork and beans they have set out for lunch."

I'm still trying to figure Bloomsburg out so everything you hear from me is an outsiders opinion. 

Today was my scheduled orientation day.

Here was my expected over-all anxiety scale. 

But in reality it was only nerve-wracking when I first arrived. Mom and Dad were tired, I was a walking zombie, and we didn't know what was going to happen or who we were going to meet next. New places, new faces, new everything. Everything was all very different for little miss Amber Allegrucci who thinks walking up the road to buy ice cream is a wild safari adventure in itself.

I waited in line and received a name tag in one of the many older but beautiful buildings. Bloomsburg is very good with windows. Big, bright, and open windows made me feel a little less dead from the four hours of sleep I got the previous night. (I'm a mid-night writer leave me alone!)

After check-in we took pictures for our soon-to-be Bloom I.D.

The girl in front of me was much more prepared than I was for those pictures, I could tell you that for sure. I thought they were going to bring the fan out to woosh her hair around a bit. 

(Yo check out my artistic talent.)

Breakfast was full of doughnuts and fruit which are my favorite things so bonus points to the servers and organizers for that. I love you even though I don't know you.

The event that stuck out the most in the day was the opening/ kick-off of the day. The very first speaker was one of the most helpful and down-to-earth people I have ever heard speak. She was super nice and super informative on my part. Her name was Mrs. Kristen Austin and she made me feel very at home in my new surroundings.

She is the Assistant Director and Coordinator of New Student Orientation and you can find her contact information by clicking  here. If you are a new student or need a little help to get in the swing of things I recommend calling her 100%. She will work with you as will the rest of the Bloomsburg staff to find out what is most comfortable to you and your needs.

Then it was off to here and there. I learned about my major and what I will be studying which was interesting. I shook hands with the Dean of my department and talked to my professor, who was also extremely helpful.

I met a lot of new people who were mostly from different parts of the east coast which was pretty cool. Not too far from home but far enough to be different and exciting.

The community surrounding Bloomsburg is my only complaint but only because I'm a city girl. I like big and shocking tehe while Bloomsburg is more small and grassland-y.

However! New York is just about an hour away so hopping in a car with the friends and taking off to the city for the day wouldn't be a bad idea!

Please keep this is mind though. You will find more trees in Bloomsburg than people. It's very calming and serene so studying and meeting new people wouldn't be a problem but don't expect flashing lights and Broadway scenes.

This will be my new home for a while so I guess it's time for me to get used to it but do expect me to be a sobbing mess about a month in when the laundry starts piling up and I miss Mommy and Daddy. That will be me without a doubt.