Angela Marcello - biography; photo wallpapers; Megawallpapers.org: Angela Marcello is a sexy surfer. Interview: You grew up in Sacramento, the land of cows and corn. How did it feel to catch your first big wave? I moved to Huntington Beach in 2002, and everybody surfs in that town.
So I figured why not try it out? And catching that first wave felt like
an accomplishment. It looks so easy in the movies, but it took a lot of
work. Now I just love being out there in nature. The ocean is so
beautiful, and I love looking back at the land from a different
perspective. But you’re a self-described girly-girl. Were people surprised to see you surfing? I don’t know. I used to skateboard everywhere when I was young because
I didn’t have a car. And I hung out with all the skater boys back in
high school. They kind of taught me how to ride, and I love to
snowboard and wakeboard. I’ve always loved water sports. But wasn’t it scary hearing about 13-year-old surfer Bethany Hamilton losing her arm to a shark? Of course! I try not to think about sharks when I’m out there. It’s so
unfortunate what happened to her, especially because she is very young.
But it’s also cool that she got right back on the board. You have to
admire somebody like that. What do you look for in a guy? I like guys who are funny but tough, confident but not too cocky. And I
like tattoos. Like I said, it definitely doesn’t hurt if they can make
you laugh, as long as they’re also big and tough. Tough guys are usually full of shit. Are there any from your past we can send this story to as a little payback?  I’m not even going to give him the credit by saying his name.
But we just broke up, and he’s a complete psycho. He told me I would
never do anything as a model, so I hope this is a good slap in his face. You’ve done your stint as a struggling artist (a.k.a. waitress). How did that go? It didn’t go too well—I’m actually quite a klutz. My worst performance
was in training. They told me to load up a tray—not in two trips, but
one—and I’m not very strong. So I loaded this thing up with plates and
salads and everything else they had, and I started walking to the
table. I tried to set it down on this tray stand, and…um…it fell. There
was soup everywhere! I was trying to be nice to these people, but it
all slid off right on their table. Everyone in the room stood up and
started clapping. So my boss escorted the poor people out of my section
and put them somewhere else, and I wasn’t even allowed to talk to them
anymore that night. Needless to say, that wasn’t the right profession
for me! Apart from scalding strangers with soup, what do you do for fun? Lately I’ve been going to Vegas a lot. I like the Hard Rock and Studio
54. But I got kicked out of a club recently for being a little too
wild. I was dancing with my friends, and I guess things got out of
control. Do you ever go to strip clubs? Yeah! Any lap dances? No comment! But I will say that sometimes it seems like I get more
attention than the guys. Probably because I’m not some dirtbag trying
to take the girls home. I’m there to have fun.