Four years ago, I was UGLY. At least I thought I was, Hell I even felt it (still do at times). I had very little confidence in myself and by the way I presented myself, it didn’t help at all when I was with others. At the time, I hid behind my friends, my talents, the computer screen (and still do that too at times [more than somtimes, I’ll admit]). I engulfed myself in this shell with just my friends and the random people I would talk to online from my fandom. Little did I know that a TV show out of all things would help me with my issues with others, myself.

Ugly Betty is based of a telenovela Yo Soy Betty La Fea. The plot is simple enough. A more average girl applies for a job at a fashion magazine and on a whim starts as the assistant for the Editor-In-Chief. The show is funny, witty, and sends a great message of being proud of who you are no matter what and teaching others to embrace it.

Throughout the four years of the show, I have religiously followed the characters and their journey. I have laughed, cried, yelled, and thrown things at the TV, and yes, I have done it all at once, once or twice. I have spent so much of my computer time talking to this group of people who I found a similar love on it (Henry’s Honey’s, much love girls [and Ice lol]), writing fanfiction, and just talking about it in general. I noticed after all this time that as the show went on, I started to change, and one of the reasons, I know exactly why, and it was what was infront of me on TV.

Seeing Betty starting to grow and succeed in her job, with her family, with love, it gave me a mentality that I can do it too. My confidence started to grow, my attiude changed, and I have a more positive outlook on things (including myself, which is saying a lot).

Yes, the show had gone through hardships (Started at the writer’s strike and went WAY downhill from there), and„ unfortunately becuase of it, a lot of us saw the cancelling coming for a while. The day they announced it, I was in such a bad mood and it seemed that a part of my soul just died.

So while I watched the final episodes, I started to think about not just Betty’s but my transformation from when it all started, when I just turned 16. Yes, my look has changed. I look about the same though (but maybe a little taller), but my personality has changed drastically, especially when I am around people and situations that I do not know. My writing and grammer skills has changed A LOT and I thank all the crap ton of fan fiction I wrote (lol) and the people who helped me make some great moments that can only happen in my crazy fangirl fantasies (especially Erin who deserves a whole pool full of Sugarsticks xD).

It may be sad to sy this, but it’s true. I won’t say that Ugly Betty changed my life, but I won’t say that it didn’t either. It was mearly part of it, just keeping me going along. But it has been a part of my life, and to see it go was just surreal I guess. As I watched the title flash on the screen and change as Betty is walking away, living her life, I can’t help but cry, thinking that is all over. Betty and I went through our transformations together, it’s like losing a friend in a way.

So, goodbye Betty Suarez. Goodbye Ugly Betty. I will without a doubt miss you. And thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

From Betty’s favorite musical Wicked: Because I knew you, I have been changed For Good…

Keep on singing,
~Bridget

So a part of my soul is ripped out.

ABC just announced today that this season (Season 4) will be the final season of Ugly Betty.

:(

I am officially bummed.

Dear ABC-
FUCK YOU!

~Me

So I wake up in the morning, to the annoying techno ringtone on my cell
rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
I walk into the bathroom, take a piss and as I wash my hands I look in the mirror.
Ugly. As usual.
You see I'm not a typical girl, one who,
feels it only once in a while, no.
This girl feels it all the time never
a shear spec of beauty this girls has felt.
Whatever, so I go through my day, classes, work, more work
speed wrench and leatherman in my pockets.
I avoid the obvious and mask my feelings as I
interact with the cause of a lot of this ugliness I feel.
Yeah, it's been a year, but
it feels like Day 1.
Always Day 1.
I go on with my day, meals, rehearsal, putting on that mask of
positivity, being happy
little do people know of the inner ugly inside
this not-so-typical girl.
I get ready for bed afetr a long day
shower, emptying bowels, brusing teeth, the same ol'shit.
As I put my damp head on the towel-covered pillow,
hugging the stuffed monkey of this not-so-typical girl,
I dream of if thinggs were typical, maybe,
nipping this problem, this cause in the bud, taking a
chance at getting rid of the ugly inside this
not-so-typical girl.
I feel my heart pounding when he
gets closer. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach as he t
ucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, his hand lingering more than it should.
I feel the anticipation of this explosion of emotions that will be, the feeling of
his breath on my lips, I can almost taste his tounge, smell the
Axe-like cologne. I hold my breath...
I hear the annoying techno ringtone from my cell,
nagging me to wake up and get started.
As I take my piss and wash my hands looking at the mirror,
I still feel ugly, but I also think:
Today may be the day it all changes.

I hope you liked it.

So a few friends and I are getting kinda pissed with the way the officers are running dance club this year, so on the way down to the meeting tonight we came up with this catchy little jingle to "The 12 Days of Christmas"

So without further adu: The 12 pains of Danceland (with explanations)

The 12 pains of Danceland that really pisses me:

12. To a mirror- Well, it's kinda true. While everyone in Dressing Room A (the nice dressing room where all the officers and their favorites get ready) is getting ready in comfort, half of us can't even get to our mirrors because of the fucking drum sets that the fucking Music students DO NOT KNOW how to put away and leaving it to us (usually me) to try to clear them up, and if not, we have a crowd around cleared mirrors to get ready, while we are also sharing while the Dressing Room A'res get their own mirrors.

11. Pointless rehearsals- SO TRUE. Like really, there are some rehearsals where all they do is review all the shit we ALREADY KNOW. It's not my fault that YOUR FRIENDS who are also in your dance are either too hungover, stupid, or just not there to count to 8 over and over again to learn the cheoreography. Not to mention spur-of-the-moment 2 tech rehearsals in a row while it is a Sunday night and we can't do anything else but run the shitty dances that are not done yet until show night.

10. Different dance cliques- Also a fact. While we might appear to be one happy family, we're not. If you are not in the inner circle of the officers and their friends, you are fucked. Really. If you want to choreograph, run for a position, or even suggest an idea, they will turn the other cheek and listen to their equally stupid friends that can not dance for shit.

9. + skinny bitches- Uh yeah, that whole thing about respect: SO NOT TRUE! They are skinny bitches that are discrimative towards bigger people. If you look in the closet and see what they have for plus-size costume pieces, there is about 2 (both one size fits all and they are UGLY AS FUCK), and they don't care. If you ask about a problem with costumes, they will tell you to try something (like sew 2 or 3 skirts together to make them fit [See 3 skirts together]), and then get back to eating their carrots and fruit like skinny bitches. ALso they don't give a shit if you live on campus. None of them do and have cars, so making convienient times for most of the club is ok as long as it is convienient for them.

8. Hours of rehearsal- I undertsand if you are in multiple dances, bit to have them all on a Sunday and to not have dinner and dancing for eight hours straight is not healthy. They tell you to being food, but they don't live on campus and you do so you have to rely on the shitty, yet still, food that the dining hall serves, and are not able to get other food becuase you do not live on campus and you don't have a car.

7. Bottles of Asprin- Combination of all these rehearsals, plus the running round and the practicing outside of rehearsals, hanging lights for the plot (for people like myself that also light design on top of dancing and choreographing), you will need all of it. That is also accounting for walking up and down that fucking hill from the dorms to the dance studio before and after hours of rigorous rehearsals. (including Tylenol/Muscle relaxer)

6. Missing dance shoes- Yeah, trying to make sure all your costumes and stuff for the 7 dances you're in, you are going to misplace them at least once if not 3 during the process.

5. Months to HELL- Combination of everything on this list, then it is self-explanitory.

4. Broken toes- Self- explanaitory after countless rehearsals, putting your heart  and soul and not getting noticed at all, you are bound to break a toe or two.

3. Skirts together- My friend was choreographing a piece. Out of the 3 girls that were in it, two were plus sized. They were having issues with their skirts (too small). This skinny ass, hampter-bminded BITCH had teh gall to tell them to tie two skirts together in order to make them fit. I'm sorry, but that is not just ude, but disrespectful, and when you fuck with my friends, yo ufuck with me.  Skinny bitches.

2. Hampster-brains- You know, the type of people who have the brain of  a hampster on a wheel then just stoping when you ask them a slightly complex question like "What are the counts for this part?"

1. And listening to Mallory- The president/dictator who and her followers think that the suns shine out of her ass, when in reality she is a mediocre dancer, singer, and actress. Clearly they have not met me. Also, she is in it for herself. She does not care about the club. She is in it for personal gain.

And that my friends is why Danceland is a PAIN IN THE ASS!