by Angelacia June 07, 2007
Stagey faces that tweens/teenagers/emo kids use when posting pictures on myspace.
These faces include:
'omg!' (eyes wide, hand covering mouth)
'wtf?' frown, hands bent and out to the side)
'Happy Asian' (peace signs on either side of the face, pulling eyes sideways while doing so)
'i don't care' (raised eyebrows, looking at the corner of the ceiling, sideways mouth)
'serious and i mean it' (eyes downcast, stupid unsmiling expression)
These myfaces are usually accompanied by some super lame camera angle like above and diagonal.
These faces include:
'omg!' (eyes wide, hand covering mouth)
'wtf?' frown, hands bent and out to the side)
'Happy Asian' (peace signs on either side of the face, pulling eyes sideways while doing so)
'i don't care' (raised eyebrows, looking at the corner of the ceiling, sideways mouth)
'serious and i mean it' (eyes downcast, stupid unsmiling expression)
These myfaces are usually accompanied by some super lame camera angle like above and diagonal.
by Angelacia March 18, 2008
Boring, stereotypical teacher movie starring Michelle Pfeiffer or however the hell u spell it. She is a first-time teacher who starts teaching the retard class and then it dawns on her that they are too old to be reading dumbshit books for 5th graders. She talks to the teachers and they explain that she got the dumbshit class and they're not gona waste the good materials on them. So she does what every other teacher does...invades the clas's personal space by driving to their homes and speaking to their parents, settling gang fights throuh her loving words, and taking students out to dinner at a fancy restaurant where they order food like a whole roast chicken, and ball the waiter out. they eventually begin to love her (big surprise) and blah blah blah...2 kids are pulled out of the skl by their mom who thinks the teacher is a 'white bread bitch'...one of the smart kids gets prego and is forced to leave but michele fights bravely for her...michelle realizes that the leader of the class and also of some no-doubt ruthless gang needs her help to not die, and offers him a place in her house but he says no just like anyone would cuz that's just fuckin weird...and then he dies cuz of something to do with he knocked on the principal's door and the principal had some issue with the way he knocked, and then because of that or something stemming from that, he was killed by another gang member. and this makes michelle and the class upset.
and then (just like in every other version of this movie) ms pfeiffer or whatever her movie name is, tells them she's going to teach at some other school, adn theyre like aww no way ese or whatever manufactured slang the directors have them use, and then she's like aww ok kids I'll stay adn we'll learn til the cows come home. The End
and then (just like in every other version of this movie) ms pfeiffer or whatever her movie name is, tells them she's going to teach at some other school, adn theyre like aww no way ese or whatever manufactured slang the directors have them use, and then she's like aww ok kids I'll stay adn we'll learn til the cows come home. The End
by Angelacia June 12, 2007
the drawing that an emo kid inflicts on society, usually a drawing on paper that they broadcasted through their myspace/facebook/xanga/livejournal whatever. it is drawn in black or blue ballpoint pen, very heavy lines and heavily shaded in. usually a rose with a drop of blood, a fellow emo kid is always a classic, or some other stupid shit like that.
did you see stefan's emo drawing? he wishes he could fit into a pair of girl jeans like his character can.
by Angelacia October 22, 2007
Spanish for My Crazy Life (meaning the gang life), and can be translated as three dots in a triangle shape, that a lot of Latino gangbangers get in a tattoo by their eye or between their thumb and index finger.
by Angelacia July 16, 2007
Contrary to popular belief, we are educated, civil, friendly people. Yeah there are some who always make the headlines for being fucked up and in gangs. That is not most of us. I like poor people better than rich people because most of the rich people I know are snotty and don't talk to you unless you have the right designers. I was enrolled at a fancy prep school on scholarship for two years, and it was horrible. A girl was ridiculed for having the 'right' 200 dollar jeans, but she wore them too often, and that was considered poor. Some of them would laugh and give themselves joke makeovers to make them look like 'dirty Mexicans' (their words) for fun.
My friend went to the mall with me and her mom dropped us off at the mall with 'just a couple hundred dollars'. She bought a 400 dollar designer dress with the money, then started crying and yelling when her mom wouldn't let her buy the matching 200 dollar shoes. I was like wtf!!
On the other hand, when I went home, I would chill with all my neighbors and friends. it was more normal. Guys went out with you for the way you looked and acted, not just the labels on your clothes. We would go to Payless and put stuff on hold for when we could afford them, and it was never a big deal. Somehow I think that if you don't have money, you are generally happier, because you accept what you have and what you don't have, and that's not an issue when you're hanging out with your friends and shit. You chill with them, go get food, whatever, but it's so much realer where I live than the gated communities where other people live, and go shopping at elite designer boutiques to show off for fun.
My friend went to the mall with me and her mom dropped us off at the mall with 'just a couple hundred dollars'. She bought a 400 dollar designer dress with the money, then started crying and yelling when her mom wouldn't let her buy the matching 200 dollar shoes. I was like wtf!!
On the other hand, when I went home, I would chill with all my neighbors and friends. it was more normal. Guys went out with you for the way you looked and acted, not just the labels on your clothes. We would go to Payless and put stuff on hold for when we could afford them, and it was never a big deal. Somehow I think that if you don't have money, you are generally happier, because you accept what you have and what you don't have, and that's not an issue when you're hanging out with your friends and shit. You chill with them, go get food, whatever, but it's so much realer where I live than the gated communities where other people live, and go shopping at elite designer boutiques to show off for fun.
by Angelacia June 19, 2007
The usually made-up tragic story that any drug addict/thief/hooker/bad person will tell you so you feel bad for them and will make you feel like it's not their fault that they are the way they are, or made the decisions that they made.
jenny: ugh suzy, look at you! you're fucked up on coke and it's 8 in the morning, and we're in spanish class!
suzy: Jenny, you don't even know what I've been through, I told you what happened...I found my mother dead when I was 8, then I was taken into foster care and beaten and I took to the streets where I became an anonymous circus dancer. You don't know how it feels to have no sense of identity!!!
jenny: oh, suzy, what a sob story...
suzy: Jenny, you don't even know what I've been through, I told you what happened...I found my mother dead when I was 8, then I was taken into foster care and beaten and I took to the streets where I became an anonymous circus dancer. You don't know how it feels to have no sense of identity!!!
jenny: oh, suzy, what a sob story...
by Angelacia June 15, 2007