Dear MTV,
Y'all done fucked up. I got an email asking me to come try out for Real Word 27 after I had put in an online application about a month ago. I was pumped! So I got my ass out of bed at the crack of 11:30am on Saturday got ready and made my way to Adams Morgan. In my email it said I had a "VIP cut the line pass." Cough, BULLSHIT. Everyone had the cut the line pass, you assholes. I didn't mind because I figured it wouldn't matter, once I talked to a casting director I would for sure at least get a second interview. By the time I got inside it was so rushed that I was in a group with 12 other people, asked 2 questions and then asked to leave. Are you for real? I just stood in line for an hour and a half in the freezing rain and came in(still looking fly as shit) and all you're going to give me is 30 seconds?! All I have to say is it is YOUR loss. I know I come off conceited as shit almost all the time but you have to give it to me, I'd be fucking perfect for Real World. I'm funnier than Snooki, skinnier, and I actually have a brain. You are missing out on many blackout nights of me acting a fool and being generally awesome. I hope you find what you're looking for, but it wont be better than this. Don't worry though you'll find me on tv one day. Remember, I was born to be famous.
Best,
Amy Michelle Libby
Monday, October 3, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Cee Lopalooza
Everyone has had their, "Is this real life?" moment. Mine just happened to last a whole weekend. On Wednesday August 3rd I replied to a tweet from Cee Lo Green mostly as a joke, thinking I would never get a response. His tweet said, "Looking for a beautiful free-spirited girl to play my sex slave on stage at Lollapalooza." Immediately l so modestly thought, "Wow, that sounds just like me." So I responded, "I would be perfect for that." about 20 minutes later I got a direct message from Cee Lo asking if I was for real. I didn't think it was really him, maybe just someone in his entourage but of course I responded! I told him if he could get me to Chicago I would of course be down. He told me he would see what he could do, but I didn't hear from him for a day so I figured it was all too good to be true.
That Friday I had taken my cousin to lunch and while we were out I got a notification from Twitter on my phone, it was another direct message from Cee Lo asking if I was ready to fly out that night. I basically started hyperventilating, this had to be a dream right? I got off work at 5 that day and rushed home to shower and get ready. I had been anticipating getting my flight information since 1pm that day and it was 7 and I still hadn't heard anything. I again started to doubt the legitimacy of this whole interaction. At 7:45pm I got a text from Cee Lo with all my flight info, unfortunately for me the flight was leaving at 9pm from BWI and there was no way I could make it at that point. I texted him back apologizing but I just couldn't make it, it was too short of notice but if there was a flight in the morning I would gladly take that. Next thing I knew I got a call from his assistant with info for a flight leaving at 7:30 from BWI Saturday morning.
When I arrived in Chicago the next morning there was an Escalade waiting to pick me up. I pinched myself at least 4 times. I arrived at the W hotel and was led up to Cee Lo's room. I was expecting there to be a bunch of people there getting him ready for the show and getting me ready too. I was mistaken, Cee Lo let me in and it was just me and him hangin like old friends for like 6 hours. We watched shark week and Stepbrothers, I was in heaven. He was totally cool and grounded, he explained to me because of some bitch selling a story to the Enquirer about him I wasn't going to be able to join him on stage but I would still get to go to the show. I couldn't care less about not going on stage, I had just gotten a free trip to Chicago and was getting a backstage pass to Lollapalooza, a festival I had wanted to go to for months but could never afford.
My best friend Alyson had recently moved to Chicago so I left the W to meet her for dinner and drinks. While I was out Cee Lo texted me telling me to be ready to leave at 5:30. I asked if Alyson could come with me and he said sure. So wait, not only was I going backstage at Lollapalooza but my best friend in the whole world who I hardly get to see was coming with me. I was floored to say the least! Alyson, me, and the rest of Cee Lo's entourage arrived through the back gates of the festival in 2 blacked out Denali's. I have never felt more important in my life. We got to watch Cee Lo from above the stage on the rafters, his show was unreal. He left shortly after his performance but Alyson and I stayed for the open bar and an epic Eminem performance. After getting trashed and leaving the show with some nerds and going to a bar instead of Eminem's after party we were invited to(we've been kicking ourselves for a couple months for that one) we went back to Alyson's and passed the fuck out. I left to head back to Maryland at 3 the next day still in a dreamy haze. I had slept for a total of 8 hours that whole weekend but it didn't matter to me. Who needs sleep when your life is a dream?
That Friday I had taken my cousin to lunch and while we were out I got a notification from Twitter on my phone, it was another direct message from Cee Lo asking if I was ready to fly out that night. I basically started hyperventilating, this had to be a dream right? I got off work at 5 that day and rushed home to shower and get ready. I had been anticipating getting my flight information since 1pm that day and it was 7 and I still hadn't heard anything. I again started to doubt the legitimacy of this whole interaction. At 7:45pm I got a text from Cee Lo with all my flight info, unfortunately for me the flight was leaving at 9pm from BWI and there was no way I could make it at that point. I texted him back apologizing but I just couldn't make it, it was too short of notice but if there was a flight in the morning I would gladly take that. Next thing I knew I got a call from his assistant with info for a flight leaving at 7:30 from BWI Saturday morning.
When I arrived in Chicago the next morning there was an Escalade waiting to pick me up. I pinched myself at least 4 times. I arrived at the W hotel and was led up to Cee Lo's room. I was expecting there to be a bunch of people there getting him ready for the show and getting me ready too. I was mistaken, Cee Lo let me in and it was just me and him hangin like old friends for like 6 hours. We watched shark week and Stepbrothers, I was in heaven. He was totally cool and grounded, he explained to me because of some bitch selling a story to the Enquirer about him I wasn't going to be able to join him on stage but I would still get to go to the show. I couldn't care less about not going on stage, I had just gotten a free trip to Chicago and was getting a backstage pass to Lollapalooza, a festival I had wanted to go to for months but could never afford.
My best friend Alyson had recently moved to Chicago so I left the W to meet her for dinner and drinks. While I was out Cee Lo texted me telling me to be ready to leave at 5:30. I asked if Alyson could come with me and he said sure. So wait, not only was I going backstage at Lollapalooza but my best friend in the whole world who I hardly get to see was coming with me. I was floored to say the least! Alyson, me, and the rest of Cee Lo's entourage arrived through the back gates of the festival in 2 blacked out Denali's. I have never felt more important in my life. We got to watch Cee Lo from above the stage on the rafters, his show was unreal. He left shortly after his performance but Alyson and I stayed for the open bar and an epic Eminem performance. After getting trashed and leaving the show with some nerds and going to a bar instead of Eminem's after party we were invited to(we've been kicking ourselves for a couple months for that one) we went back to Alyson's and passed the fuck out. I left to head back to Maryland at 3 the next day still in a dreamy haze. I had slept for a total of 8 hours that whole weekend but it didn't matter to me. Who needs sleep when your life is a dream?
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
My Favorite Love/Hate Relationship
My best friend/roommate is an insecure Asian that used to be fat and funny and is now skinny and an asshole. I don't wanna give him away but his nickname is a type of transportation, lets just call him Plane. Never in my life have I met someone like Plane. I love him and would do anything for him, and hate him and would leave him stranded on the side of the road all at the same time. When its just us he really is the best friend. I can ask him for advice and he actually listens to me but put Plane in a room full of people and you got a "situation."
He thinks its funny to make fun of me and play practical jokes. For Valentines Day this past year he brought home flowers and balloons from his office and put them out for me with a card saying they were from a boy I really liked. I was so excited and surprised, I kept asking if this was a joke and he kept saying no. I couldn't stop smiling and then I looked over and Plane was laughing hysterically. My heart sank, did he really just get me that good? He then proceeded to call every one of our friends and tell them what I just fell for making me look like a complete idiot. I started plotting how I was going to get him back immediately. I believe the next night I may or may not have slapped him in the face 4 times. He takes poking fun to a whole new level: hell.
He can also be a total sweetheart. I couldn't tell you how many times he's brought me chipotle in bed when I'm too hungover on a Sunday morning. He's bagged all my laundry for me and driven it from our house in Kensington to my parents house in Gaithersburg. He's opened up to me about times when you would actually believe he had a heart. That he cares about girls as more than just one night stands. If I could have this Plane all the time I wouldn't have to yell nearly as much as I do now.
I don't see my Planey boy coming out of his player dick head ways anytime soon. I don't mind though because I'm just as mean to him as he is to me and when you have a confidence like mine a few ego blows are healthy every once in awhile. Same for him, I have learned to never tell him, "You're so funny!" or, "Wow, you look great! Have you lost weight?" This only fuels evil Plane and make him feel more important. Now I just shoot him down as often as possible. When he calls I ask, "Did you eat carbs today? Your voice sounds fatter." And I make sure to never ever compliment him on his outfit choices.
Plane will always be one of my closest friends. I made a $1000 bet with him that we won't make out in the next 5 years. I am looking very much forward to collecting that money in 2016.
He thinks its funny to make fun of me and play practical jokes. For Valentines Day this past year he brought home flowers and balloons from his office and put them out for me with a card saying they were from a boy I really liked. I was so excited and surprised, I kept asking if this was a joke and he kept saying no. I couldn't stop smiling and then I looked over and Plane was laughing hysterically. My heart sank, did he really just get me that good? He then proceeded to call every one of our friends and tell them what I just fell for making me look like a complete idiot. I started plotting how I was going to get him back immediately. I believe the next night I may or may not have slapped him in the face 4 times. He takes poking fun to a whole new level: hell.
He can also be a total sweetheart. I couldn't tell you how many times he's brought me chipotle in bed when I'm too hungover on a Sunday morning. He's bagged all my laundry for me and driven it from our house in Kensington to my parents house in Gaithersburg. He's opened up to me about times when you would actually believe he had a heart. That he cares about girls as more than just one night stands. If I could have this Plane all the time I wouldn't have to yell nearly as much as I do now.
I don't see my Planey boy coming out of his player dick head ways anytime soon. I don't mind though because I'm just as mean to him as he is to me and when you have a confidence like mine a few ego blows are healthy every once in awhile. Same for him, I have learned to never tell him, "You're so funny!" or, "Wow, you look great! Have you lost weight?" This only fuels evil Plane and make him feel more important. Now I just shoot him down as often as possible. When he calls I ask, "Did you eat carbs today? Your voice sounds fatter." And I make sure to never ever compliment him on his outfit choices.
Plane will always be one of my closest friends. I made a $1000 bet with him that we won't make out in the next 5 years. I am looking very much forward to collecting that money in 2016.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Shit Just Got Real
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| My badass tattoo. |
I wish I had the guts to go for it but like most things the fear of failing keeps me from trying. Yes, I'm finally admitting I'm not perfect. Obviously making it in the music industry isn't an easy thing to do, but I bet the 6 year old inside me would be pretty upset I never tried. I mean lets be real, I'm cuter than Miley and would've made a much better Hannah Montana. If only my dad had a mullet in the 90s and written, "Achey Breaky Heart." Just another one of my problems I can attribute solely to my parents.
Now, for all you haters out there who have judged me on my tattoo or thought it was dumb, I hope you understand a little better. Music is my therapy. When I'm having a bad day nothing makes me feel better than belting my heart out in the car. This is why I have started to think more recently that I should share some of my stuff. Insecurities can only hold you back for so long, no ones going to hand you your dream it always takes ambition and hard work. So any acoustic guitar players looking for someone to jam with, holler at your girl. Maybe even if I can't be Hannah Montana I can be even better just by being me.
Monday, August 29, 2011
If You Like it, You Probably Can't Put a Ring on it.
I act like more of a dude than most guys I know. I can't stand being tied down and as soon as someone thinks they are going to occupy my every weekend I'm out the door. Listen bro, just cuz you're hot and we've hung out a few times, maybe had a make out sesh or 2, doesn't mean I'm gonna keep talking to you. I hope you realize you aren't the only guy late night texting me. It's not you, it's me.
Sometimes I frustrate myself. I've been single for almost 3 years now and I do get lonely and want a special someone around. My problem is I can't find anyone I like more than I like myself. I know, I know, I'm not the most modest but for real, I'm pretty tight. I don't want to waste my time hanging out with someone who bores me when I could entertain myself much better. I can't tell you how many times I've canceled plans with guys because I'd rather look at my profile pictures and watch Stepbrothers. I love the "pink eye" excuse and I also pull the friend in need card. I guess I'm just not ready for commitment or maybe I'm afraid of getting hurt again.
I have A.D.D. to the max, I've had 2 guys in my life hold my attention for longer than a month. I am the queen of wanting what I can't have. I love a challenge and usually it comes back to bite me in the ass. I have a tendency to fall for guys who are emotionally unavailable, basically I like guys who act like me. One day I'll find my perfect blend of asshole and sweetheart, but until then I'm gonna keep using the "pink eye" excuse.
Sometimes I frustrate myself. I've been single for almost 3 years now and I do get lonely and want a special someone around. My problem is I can't find anyone I like more than I like myself. I know, I know, I'm not the most modest but for real, I'm pretty tight. I don't want to waste my time hanging out with someone who bores me when I could entertain myself much better. I can't tell you how many times I've canceled plans with guys because I'd rather look at my profile pictures and watch Stepbrothers. I love the "pink eye" excuse and I also pull the friend in need card. I guess I'm just not ready for commitment or maybe I'm afraid of getting hurt again.
I have A.D.D. to the max, I've had 2 guys in my life hold my attention for longer than a month. I am the queen of wanting what I can't have. I love a challenge and usually it comes back to bite me in the ass. I have a tendency to fall for guys who are emotionally unavailable, basically I like guys who act like me. One day I'll find my perfect blend of asshole and sweetheart, but until then I'm gonna keep using the "pink eye" excuse.
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