My name is Cynthia Ramsey, I'm 15 and as my mom would say, 'your to ethnic' she had no idea of Gaga's teacher telling this, I never took it to offence, like she intended, but I take it as a compliment, as she 'relates me to gaga' I just look at her and think, 'well what about Liza' she wouldn't understand
Blond, curly, elegant hair, it's like I'm JonBenet Ramsey mixed with a lion. I love modeling my hair, its the only part of me I can design, but at school a plain bun. - Je Suis Mes Cheveux.
Green eyes to one day, see lady gaga. I like to think that mom pressed emeralds into my eyes, it may be a concerning metaphor, but I like to think its creative... Of course, as you may now from reading, the references, I'm a little monster at heart, ever since I heard just dance, I knew that this women would turn out to be a huge star and an icon. I only wish that there would be more people/celebrities like her.
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Today is the 1 year anniversary of lady gaga's release of The Edge of Glory as a single, tumblr was bursting with gaga memes and GIFS,
"Tea's nearly ready" Mom intrudes as I practice my monster pose in the mirror, claw higher than the empire state, ohh! that reminds me, I have to meet Sylvia 8 blocks down from there. I went to the empire state once. For a school visit, Jo, the 'bad kid' at school all the desperate girls fall over, was standing by the edge (of glory :)) with a nickle in his hands, looked down for about a minute and drops it, ohh got to eat be right back.
wow! very nice. By the way, is it weird to put salt on a poppadoms? I thought so to.
so what was I talking about? Oh right. So he dropped the nickle and everyone thought he was a big shot. And sadly, so did I. That's where my dream to be bad was born into the world.
Sitting at my desk made I think of what I could have, confused, I hit my head against the desk, then out opened a draw I had forgotten about, with curiosity, I flipped through old drawings and poem ideas, until at the bottom, was a shabby, rustic diary - not potentially, from which I had not seen since the last entry in December. I remember putting it there to hide what once was. But it burrowed back into my life. the entry went:
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December 14th 2009
Today at school, was possibly the best. Right before Monday mass finishing 10 minutes early, I was walking through the corridor which echoed lockers, to leave school when Rip-off Raven was outside as usual - she sells tickets of sorts and cheap sweets and merch e.t.c. Everyday on 91st Avenue, (right by the school) she'd stand on the corner, selling stuff, out of site of the law. Everyday i'd ask her if she had anything gaga related.. always no. So today for possibly the last time I asked her again and she paused, longer than usual, and simply said. Yes. I was in deep shock as she pulled out two tickets to the monster ball in Madison Square Garden, oh wow! The sensation ran through my veins, more than blood. I snacked them up and payed $60 which I saved up through working at the downstairs Convenient Store. So she handed them to my looking side to side and needing reassurance that I'm not working for the 'pigs' or gonna sell them on.
I reassure her. I'm going to the Monster Ball.
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And that was the end
I was lucky, As I was working in the store sweeping up, getting ready for the concert, A few men in kacki shorts with heavy cameras entered and gave my dad who runs the store a letter, with and signature area, it was about letting them film gaga get a coffee in there, he read the letter out loud, I dropped my broom in shock as the men looked anxious to start, I saw Lady Starlight and a director looking character stand out side as they talk. They made me go upstairs, but I still heard what they were saying, she walked in and shook my dads hand, and talked about what they were gonna say. I was so excited. I remember hearing her say, 'I don't got no money' I laughed at the thought of her not having any money.
The men said that they were in a rush, all I saw was she flounced out with her front heeled shoes, what I could only describe as unicorn heels. I felt so proud, we saw them carry on filming her and walked away.
So I put on my leather jacket, tights, and did up my hair like hers when she visited, wedged my tickets into my heels and met Sylvia 8 blocks past the empire state, got the same coffee as her, tonight i'm someone else. No one got my outfit but I did...
