Where Vagueness Compels

Agony.

2008-09-04T17:03:00.000-07:00

- Hot and sticky weather.
- Job hunting far far away.
- Alone and sick as hell.

CHECKED.

_______________________________

Cause he gets up in the morning,
And he goes to work at nine,
And he comes back home at five-thirty,
Gets the same train every time.
cause his world is built round punctuality,
It never fails.

And hes oh, so good,
And hes oh, so fine,
And hes oh, so healthy,
In his body and his mind.
Hes a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.

I Don't Get Nothing.

2008-08-19T22:10:00.000-07:00

Nothing?
What's excatly nothing?.

Is it you? Are you called Nothing?
Nice meeting you, Mr. Nothing.
Nice saying goodbye as well. I am pleased.

So Goodnight, Mr. Nothing.

Excitement.

2008-08-15T14:08:00.000-07:00

- Fin de semana prometedor : checked.
- Litros abundantes de vino : checked.
- El escuadron del terror : checked.
- Ensenada en wine season : cheeeecked.

Yes.

Absitnence

2008-08-09T16:38:00.000-07:00

There's no coffee-maker in here. I need a coffee-maker, I miss when the cup burns my hands from the burning hot coffee. I'm missing the heat, the calmness I get from the first zip.

I guess I could forget the lack of caffeine I've been in for the past 3 days, if at least you could be here making my hands warm. Not the coffee, not the cup.

About The Weekend.

2008-07-19T12:37:00.001-07:00

Funny how I told you three weeks ago:

So don't get any big ideas,
they're not gonna happen.

_______________________

Hate to admit that I saw this coming. Meh.. It's not like I'm not used to it. Carpe Diem, I gues..

Natural Highs.

2008-07-15T16:32:00.000-07:00

Me encontraba limpiando mi e-mail de puro junk mail y cosas viejas que ya no voy a ocupar (trabajos de la prepa y demas); y me encontre este que ya tenia bastante que lo habia leido, y siempre me ha encantado, por mas cliche que sea. Cosas tontas que no cuestan mucho, y nos hacen felices, o minimo nos sacan una sonrisa.

1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket.
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail.
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
11. Your favorite flavor milkshake.
12. A bubble bath.
13. Giggling.
14. A good conversation.
15. The beach
16. Finding a dollar bill in your coat from last winter.
17. Laughing at yourself.
18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you
19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
20. Running through sprinklers.
21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
23. Laughing at an inside joke
24. Friends.
25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).
28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
29 Playing with a new puppy.
30. Having someone play with your hair.
31. Sweet dreams.
32. Hot chocolate.
33. Road trips with friends.
34. Swinging on swings.
35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.
36. Making chocolate chip cookies.
37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.
38 Holding hands with someone you care about.
39. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.
40. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.
41. Watching the sunrise.
42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.
43 Knowing that somebody misses you.
44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.
45. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.

Tengan un bonito dia, haters.

No Title.

2008-07-07T22:57:00.000-07:00

"..And so, it was a pleasure to meet you once, meet you twice.
And I can't wait for the third time."

Sugu-ni aitai; mata ashita.

Don't.

2008-07-03T16:11:00.000-07:00

This is what happens when you let your heart make your brain's decisions.
This is what happens when you forget to be strong, and you let yourself go.
This is what happens when you break your promises, and suddenly think you're free.
Well, you're not.

This is what happens when you forget your plane is leaving, and the tickets are already in your bag.
This is what happens when you forget that a picture is just a picture, and you cannot stop time.
This is what happens when you forget there's always someone better, cause you're not good enough.
Yeah, you're not.

This is what happens when years are passing by, and you do nothing.
This is what happens when you realize things a bit too late, and still, you do nothing.
This is what happens when you notice that time is, as a matter of fact, gold. And you do nothing.
This is what happens when you fucking fall in love with someone.. and you do nothing.
This is what happens when you need to close a circle, but all you can do, is keep drawing in a straight line.

And you do nothing.

Find Waldo.

2008-06-27T23:32:00.000-07:00

Calendar For Sale.

2008-06-26T19:48:00.000-07:00

It's not like I'm bitching about some more rhubarb, but time's a bitch. I mean, karma? what about karma?. TIME.
I could think three thousand things about how much I hate time, and myself right now. At this point.. it's useless to even write some more shit in this forgotten corner of the web. I just thought you would like to read how much I regret the things that we both did, or not, in the past two years. I know how much you hate to regret; but also, I hate you because you made me broke the only promise I made for myself three years ago. Not to fall in love.
Nothing less to say but, have a nice flight. And ... Thank you.

__________________________________________

Raise your glasses please into a toast
For we are many hometown ghosts.
Let it spill all over the floor.
What the hell are you saving it for?

On June, July, August, September.
Let's drink 'em all, I don't want to remember.
These have been the best years of our lives.

It's a shame my dear,
There's no room for lost years.
So we're leaving, we're leaving tonight.

__________________________________________

I "L" You.

Japanese Gum.

2008-06-07T16:54:00.000-07:00

It's not like I'm a slut
Or that I really like to fuck
I just want every boy I see
To walk away with part of me
Until there's nothing left to hold
Until there's nothing left to hate
I appreciate your help
But even you can't save me from myself.

I used to know this boy
Who took notes in a book
But he ripped out all the pages before I got a look
At all the words he scribbled, at all the lines he filled
But the ink stains on his fingers.. told me he was skilled
At capturing a feeling
That most of us just miss
The simple pain of living
With goodbyes on our lips.

Being over 50 and still using a computer.

2008-06-05T13:42:00.000-07:00

Tio 1: Pinche computadora, ahora si que ya me tiene hasta la mad---
Tio 2: Ya ya, no te agobies..Ya casi será arreglada.
Tio 1: ¿Porque? ¿Que paso? ¿Quien?
Tio 2: Esque Fernando ya tiene localizado al hacker, se encuentra entre Matamoros y Veracruz!!!
Tio 1: ......

--Esta es la parte donde sigo cagándome de la risa--

THE END. roll credits

2008-05-29T22:03:00.000-07:00

Ventajas:
- No mas clase de programación, ni C++.
- No mas cafeteria con gusanos en la fruta.
- No mas "nalgadash a lash 9:00 AM".
- No mas sudadera percudida CETYS.
- No mas Ventura mandándome a mi casa.
- No mas fumar cigarros escondidos en el estacionamiento.
- No mas cundina en las escaleras del hasta.
- No mas circulo de cotorreo en el spot.
- No mas historias de muffintops y alcancias.
- No mas hamsters y destapacaños en San Valentín.
- No mas prepa.
- No mas fucking Odin en las copias.

Desventajas:
- Voy a extrañar todo lo anterior. Y creo que esta razon, vale mas que las 12 de arriba.

Y especialmente a ellos, el Freak 6to A.. porque creo que esos freaks saben cuanto los quiero.

Dos

2008-05-25T20:07:00.000-07:00

I'm so fucking tired;
These past days have been completely nuts.

I could use a drink or two-
meh, like you care..

Tres.

2008-05-21T15:07:00.001-07:00

but he's got the worst taste in music
if I didn't know this i'd lose it .

UPDATE- fuck you, Arnold Schwarzenegger, FUCK YOOUUU.

Queremos Paz.

2008-05-13T21:27:00.000-07:00

Uh uh, not really... -Lo único que quisiera pedir ahorita son mis merecidas vacaciones, aunque pensándola bien, cuatro días restantes de escuela no suenan tan mal... cuatro.
_____________

Lista de Pendientes:
1- Sucky Essay Final de política; el cual, honestamente no tengo planeado entregar el due-day. Goddamnit.
2- Expo-Física; esta madre me viene atormentando desde el inicio de semestre, ''uthtedeth que no entregan proyecto dethente, y yo que leth pongo ethxamen final''(yay, justo lo que necesito).
3- Final de Cálculo; TE ODIO JERRY, I REALLY DO.
4- Economic Summit; lo único que me hace feliz de este evento, es el hecho de que Damasovi no va a poder ir porque se le perdió la Visa, sucker.
5- Expo-Empresas; tomando en cuenta el hecho de que la maestra es una galletita de Dios y nos lleva pastel.. me voy a ahorrar las quejas de este. Anyways, nomas es poner lechuga en una cajita.
6- Pasar Estadística; todavía no entiendo como pasó esto...
7- Entregar papeles de San Diego; oh crap, sabía que algo se me había olvidado.
8- Investigación Final de Metodología; después de tres meses continuos de andar valiendo.. ya hasta estaba aprendiendo a querer a Peje.
9- Cierre de Clases de Inglés en la 89; no sé si tenga el descaro para ir, después de como cinco semanas de faltar.
10- Fotos del Certificado; hahaha... ahh

I Rule.

You Have Killed Me.

2008-04-23T22:34:00.001-07:00

You know? I think I might not be ready for this.

The Coffee Isn't Even Bitter.

2008-04-13T23:25:00.000-07:00

Usually, I would write in my crappy mood, I'd talk shit about every single person that comes between me and my freaking everyday routine, I'd bitch about how I'm sick of having salami instead of turkey, or how I don't smoke Marlboro Lights anymore. But I guess my default expression has changed in the last days. Aaaaaand I've been skipping Japanese lessons for the last 4 weeks, YAY.
Santa Maria de Feira makes me happy, and suddenly I want to be picking blueberries on a field (while dancing). Gotan Project makes me want to learn how to Tango, with the red rose and stuff. Ugly-looking Cap'n'Crunch shakes from Carl's Jr are just perfect; I want to quit smoking and drink less--no wait.

Moving to another important issue, today I decided my favorite-words-ever are:
- Fluffy.
- Bones.
- Conffetti (pronounced in Spanish, puhlease)
- And my personal favorite: CORN. *heheheehhe*

So yeah, I'm in a happy mood; and ocassionally during the day, I go through a path of undefined unconsciousness, follwed by some more blank spaces, and then munchie time. Ok, bottom line is I'm not cranky as usual..still don't know why. Like ten minutes ago, I bumped into this quote and I got the urge to smoke from a pipe and make snobby faces. And then write with my fountain pen.

"We are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death,
life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves".

Basically that's all and this post has nothing to do with nothing, you see.

Farewell, stranger.

2008-03-12T15:00:00.000-07:00

Not quite sure of how you're making me feel right now. I thought that when I got that phonecall, I was going to be at least ten years older.

It was not supposed to be like this, stranger.

Years since I last heard from you, though you were not hearing anything from me. I don't have any regrets.. for now.

Was I in your mind when this happened, stranger?.

I just thought I had to say goodbye to you in one or another way, this may not be the most convenient one, but from wherever you are now, I'm sure you're getting the message.

So goodbye, stranger. I hope you're okay now.

This is for you, Canadia.

2008-03-10T13:25:00.000-07:00

Yes, people. Another "see you later" letter to another dear friend.
Actually, I couldn't say anything to make both of our situations peachy right now, since all of our plans changed in three days. For better or worse, we'll see.

All I have left to say is that, I had so much fun in this past two weeks, so thank you. Thank you for being a great friend, even though I hated you at the beginning for eating my Twinkie. Thank you for those endless conversations at 3 a.m. in which you gave me all of your trust and confidence and I gave you mine back. Thank you for being such an awesome person 24/7, well.. not as awesome as myself, but you know what I mean..

Thank you for those greetings you sent from the radio that made me feel oh-so-special. Thank you for those crazy minutes we had singing stupid songs (I'm still looking for them) and munching in your car. Thank you for spending the only two weeks you had left in Ensenada with me (and of course, Mickey) having coffee and cigarettes, like grandpas, sitting in my kitchen.. I could go on and on and on, but I know you still have to pack your suitcases and you'll be leaving to Partycity this evening. I know I may not have known you for ten years or so, like others; but I still don't know what's that thing you have that makes me feel I've known you since forever. Aaaah, and of course. Thank you for the cake, and seriously, you know you'll never find quesadillas that can top mine. So.. I'll be seeing you in June, and I'll have some without burnt crusts waiting for you. From the bottom of my kind heart, all I have left to say is that, I'll miss you. Very much. And I'm pretty sure you know that.
I love you Carlos Alberto. I really do.

So.. Can I have His Old Room?

2008-03-05T10:44:00.000-08:00

Twelve hours ago I used to think that I had enough problems I could've had at that moment, I guess I was wrong. Lately I'm always wrong and just waiting to collapse. I am not waiting anymore.

They say we should learn from other people's mistakes and misunderstandings, but do people learn from their own shit? Today I looked you in the eyes and you seemed so cool, like nothing was going on, while you were packing your stuff I could almost see you smiling. It felt like I'm the only one who do cares about this mess. And this time.. it's not my fault, but only this time.

They say world's gonna end in four or five years from now, twelve hours ago it seemed like something to worry about; they're saying we should adapt to whatever our circumstances are. And this time.. I don't care anymore.

(Not) Funny how all your plans can change in a matter of three seconds, and you see your future sitting in a lettuce-and-beans platter.

I just lost the last gram of hope I had left. A loss I'll probably won't gain any time soon.

The Post With No Title.

2008-02-22T14:34:00.000-08:00

I remember the first time I saw you; now it comes to my mind as a blur.. a silent, awkward and cold blur. The fact that you never took off your glasses made the whole thing more cryptical, and since I'm a complicated person, I loved it.

-"Haven't I seen you somewhere?", probably, that Fake Plastic Trees was in the background, and the waitress was pouring some more peanuts made the whole thing more cliché-ish of a regular weekend in here. No, you probably haven't seen me around. Neither had I. Two hundred hallucinations of you and your green sweater were surrounding me, I was pretty sure you were not as nauseated as I was.
You were not from town, or at least that's what you said; we started smoking and chatting as the drinks came to the table. Your brownish hair looked distorted because of the bad lighting and all the dirty tobacco smoke, I couldn't tell if your skin was dark or white.. looked like both. Your eyes were almost yelling you've already smoked more than a regular dose of nicotine. With every passing second, you seemed more and more interesting. I hate when that happens, but the environment just made everything fit perfectly.
-"Let's get outta here.. shall we?", bad idea. When I asked for my check the waitress said it was already covered by the guy in the green sweater, fucking marvelous; I said I wasn't gonna do what I was doing again, but I just can't help it.
-"Haha, Frank Sinatra?" I said with a subtle sarcastic giggle. Basically, you didn't match the song that you had looping in your stereo, but yeah.. I instantly got a kick out of you.
-"Yeah, you see.. I could cook you dinner someday, I'm a great cook", you laughed while you drove to nowhere. It was getting late and my cellphone was dead, I was not sure I'd be home before my curfew, which didn't quite matter at the time. The alcohol was barely kicking in, then I realized we were alone, just the two of us. I mean, if God was sending me some kind of signal in a green sweater.. I'm cool with that. Signals are something we should listen to, aren't they?. I tend to act in slow motion and overthink just about everything, but that moment.. that second you asked me to leave that place to go to your house, and cleverly complimented my smile, I wasn't myself; usually, I would've said I was tipsy.. with you, I didn't need to.

-"This view is what keeps me moving every single day.."- you whispered almost to yourself, while looking at the nearly-perfect landscape and slowly moved your hand from the fence to my hand. -"I probably shouldn't be saying this but..." - as you grazed your cheek to the back of my ear.
-"But what?..."

The noise from the classroom made an abrupt boom into my ears. -"Dude, did you finish your essay? Dear God, I'm missing like fucking 600 words...".

Mouths are Empty. Like our Hearts

2008-02-19T15:57:00.000-08:00

i pinch myself and i pinch myself but i feel nothing
oh dear how sad
never mind
oh dear how sad
never mind

I need to get our of here. I am out of control.
But you seem to think you are inmune,
how I wish you would take your medicine
give me an answer

give me a line

i been climbing up this ladder. i been wasting my time
up on the ladder. YOU'RE all the fucking same
you get a little power and
you just go insane
a proper little despot. your'e all the fucking same

up on the ladder we sit here and wait
up on the ladder we wait for your mistake
on saturdays since god knows when
up on the ladder we

go back again

No 13, ni 15.. es 14

2008-02-14T19:52:00.001-08:00

Y honestamente puedo decir que.. I like this. I really do.

También agaradezco a Pepe, Daniela y el Limón Michigan a la Pepiux Eléctrico por hacer de este día lluvioso, uno muy soleado y lleno de queso de sándwiches.
Feliz Día de la Hiperglucemia a todos.

<3

Alexia + Snowboarding = BAD IDEA

2008-02-05T21:24:00.000-08:00

Esta es mi cara de -8,000 grados and I'm freezing my ass.
(Solo las personas badass como yo aguantan esa temperatura, eh Cas)

Este fin de semana aprendí que mi coordinación no da para más que ser todo un as para multitaskear, pero NO para los deportes extremos. Repito.

NO SNOWBOARDING ALLOWED AROUND MY PERSONAL SPACE.
Thank You

I'll be your plastic toy.

2008-01-30T20:51:00.000-08:00

Let's just start from scratch and have a cold one,
we could sit and watch the world go round.
That'd be nice

Nice is good, isn't it?

Kono tokee wa ikura desu ka?

2008-01-29T15:38:00.000-08:00

I was supposed to write a letter for your Exchange Program shit; saying how awesome and friendly you are, and how amazingly you've never got any STD's, I was all excited and looking forward to it. But now that I already opened a new OpenOffice sheet, happened what I was most afraid of.. IM BLANK.

I mean, when it comes to great memories and lame stories we have a full repertoire, like when you were drunk off your ass and fell asleep at Daniela's party two years ago because I gave to you straight vodka on the rocks and you actually drank it without even thinking it, I could surely write about that. Or that time when we were at Street Scene and you were protecting me from the disgusting/smelly (FAT) dude in front of me (because you were my date), and you bought me my CYHSY t-shirt and we ate like pigs and we ended up all covered in ketchup and running so we could see Arctic Monkeys; or those 5 hours at CEMAI doing absolutely nothing and laughing so hard; or when those bastards robbed Oxxo and I was praying Holy Father lying on the floor trembling next to you.. and many many more. Excepting that time when you wanted to throw Mexican Nachos at me because I was annoying, I can say that we've had one of the bestest friendships ever.. 98% happiness (I repeat: The Nachos). No-one would come from his house to pick me up un public transportation so we could go back to your house and get on time to Japanese lessons and.. well, that was about it, but I clearly remember that when I told someone you did that for me he was all like "Wow, now THAT is what I call a true friendship..", and he was right.

I could write a whole encyclopedia about the amazing person you are, and how smart you've become thanks to the Internet ;), and how you always make everyone laugh with your unique sense of humor (which reminds me a lot of mine) like when we tell racist jokes and we're the only two laughing and Paulina gets all annoyed because she doesn't get them. Right now I'm making that low-budget signal I made at school today, that I still don't get; anyways.. probably you're going to read this since you have nothing to do on the afternoons but jogging .. and stuff.
I just wanted to let you know that altough my essay-writing skills are really lost, I'm going to do my best to write you this letter and tell the whole world how cool you are. And that you have this so-called friend that loves you with all her heart and would give the entire world just to be friends with you until the end of life, or else, when Gabo's fat vanishes with some type of voodoo-- ok, what am I saying.. just, keep in touch (bien); funny how in this short period of time we managed to build what it seems to me as a strong-based friendship. I love you
Now I'll gladly eat a banana with it's peel, you sucka.

Cuba motherfucking represent fo' life

You've got a cheshire cat grin.

2008-01-27T17:53:00.000-08:00

I sort of/kind of was waiting for the phone to ring.
But it didn't. So we just kept on drinking 'til words just came out blurry and vague.

Gnarly.

That there are roads left in both of our shoes

2008-01-20T20:20:00.000-08:00

Ahh, que rápido se pasaron estos dos meses de flojera y friíto y más hueva, salidas entre semana y late-night beers & nachos con las amiguis, los Domingos de ley para ir al café a comentar acontecimientos de los días anteriores, las metidas de pata y faltas a la (poca) dignidad que nos quedaba. Muchos y pocos cambios, que al fin y al cabo siguen siendo insignificantes.. y ahora sí, ya vamos de bajada en estos tres años que pensábamos que nunca terminarían. Cinco últimos meses de sentencia, and baby we're gone. Sniff.
Traía muchos ánimos para escribir, pero ahorita me di cuenta que no compré mi libreta, no encuentro mi libro de inglés, no sé donde esta mi sudadera del uniforme y .. Oh, fuck.

A todos mis viejos amigos, a los nuevos.. y a tí.
Cheers, Salud y Kanpaai por este nuevo semestre.

P.S. Acabo de descubrir lo mucho que me gusta recibir drunken phonecalls. *giggles*

Trembling.

2008-01-13T00:43:00.000-08:00

Llegué a mi casa temblando, y no precisamente porque estabas o no estabas ahí, culpo al dolor de rodilla, a los tacones de 10 centímetros, a las inexistentes llamadas sin contestar y a las medicinas que mezclé con alcohol.. creo.
Ya hace mucho del incidente (dejémoslo en incidente), y es curioso como se empiezan a ver las consecuencias de algo sumamente estúpido tiempo después. Cómo la gente que no está involucrada te advierte cosas y tú tal vez no te quieres dar cuenta, o eres lo suficientemente ingenuo para pensar que no te va a pasar a ti, o bien, te gusta hacerte el fuerte cuando en realidad no tienes ni la mitad de los tanates que presumes tener. Y después de mucho tiempo empiezas a recordar las palabras de aquellos que te lo dijeron cuando todavía tenías oportunidad de hacer o no hacer algo al respecto.

Doctor Con Experiencia dice: Alexia, esta lesión se ve muy severa, tendrás que usar muletas por lo menos 3 meses, o si noooo...
Alexia piensa: Ha, las muletas son para pussys.
(Doctor Con Experiencia sigue hablando de cómo la rodilla puede quedar lastimada de por vida si no voy a terapia y uso los aparatos gays por 3 meses, y a partir de un año podré ver las consecuencias portándome como abuelita y mas doctor bullshit que en el momento no me pareció como un True Fact)

Y aquí estoy apestosa a fucking árnica y bendada. Hola.

Así que estás pensando bien, oh-buen amigo lector; ni le hice caso al Doctor ni a mi Mamá, usé las muletas una semana porque me quejé nonstopmente que me dolían los brazos y no podía caminar bien y porsupuesto que no fuí a la terapia. ¿Porqué? Porque soy bien cobarde y una smart-ass. Si estás parcialmente drogado como yo, entenderás mi punto.
Ya después de un par de lecciones (incluyendo la rótula con aspecto de sandía): no soy quien yo creía que era, ni tú eres quien yo pensaba.. but please prove me wrong. Mi rodilla hinchada me puso a ver cosas en perspectiva, eso y la inactividad que viene con el paquete de las bendas, meeh, a final de cuentas: esa sanja si me jodió.

Y las flores y los cigarros se reciben después de las 5 :)

Absent.

2008-01-09T22:42:00.000-08:00

I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die.
First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time...
For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars...
And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined my street...
Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper...
And the first time I saw my cousin's brand new Firebird...
And You.

I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world.
Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst...

And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it..
And then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life...
You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure.

But don't worry... you will someday.

Uno de esos días

2008-01-07T22:11:00.000-08:00

En que no ando con ánimos ni para postear más de dos líneas.
I need to put my mind to rest. And so do you

It's an elusive thing

2008-01-06T22:40:00.000-08:00

just please don't stop singing
the world will stop spinning round

más DeVotchKa para mí
and I'm home, bitchezzz

Tonight Was a Disaster..

2008-01-05T23:55:00.000-08:00

Hoy fué mi último día de mi estadía en este pequeño infierno llamado Altar, Sonora (irónico, huh?) y no sé que estará pasando por mi mente en este momento, pero francamente si podría quedarme otra semana y tratar de disfrutar este cambio de ambiente que se me da a la larga. Terminé de hacer mi maleta y la de mi mamá hace como 5 minutos y al principio me estaba quejando, pero aha.. descubrí que me gusta hacer maletas y empacar, me da como una sensación de libertad bien chingona como que ya me voy, y voy a regresar en un buen tiempo (how sad is that). Recapacitando un rato creo que este weekend escape me sirvió para pensar bien muchas cosas y sacarme el humo que traía atorado en la cabeza (eso, y mi racha de ghetto music que ha estado adherida a mi cerebro por las últimas dos semanas), igual y me la hice de bien Drama Queen pero muchas veces no sabemos ver los pequeños detalles que pueden hacer de algo bien shitty, un recuerdo bien cool. Como hoy, que vagaba con mi cámara por la plaza del pueblo y ví muchos retratos bien tristes y mini macabros que me dejaron pensando todo el día, claro está, tomando en cuenta que no soy de las que se quedan pensando Ay! Yo que tengo un plato de comida en mi casa y los pobres de aquí me están pidiendo dinero.. meeeeh; fué más que una pendejada de esas, tal vez no me explique muy claramente pero después de todo, este pueblo tiene sus rachas de pintoresco (eso, y que en ¨El Tanichi¨ tienen los mejores duritos EVER.. sin albur). Fun Fact: Si creían que Ensenada estaba llena de Oaxacas y sudacas desempleados, pues les tengo noticias, my fellows.. deberían de tomarse un fin de semana y roadtrippear por estos rumbos, igual y si me ofrecen unos burritos de machaca sonorense y DeVotchKa todo el viaje, les acepte de hacerla de tour guide. ;)

En otras noticias, la vidente mamona de mi tia nunca llegó y me quedé con las ganas de entrar al Túnel Mágico del Oro mas allá de 5 metros, y por esto, no logré hacer mi videodocumental. Perdón a todas las personas que hayan quedado decepcionadas por estas noticias :(. Igual y sí tomé algunas fotos pero no se ve bien que tan hondo y TomSawyeresco está en persona.. oh well.

Tengo que terminar de empacar todo mi triquero y ya son casi las 3, y me tengo que levantar en una hora and then I'll be hitting the road. Que tengan un día muy colorido.

You are so beautiful. You feel so smooth.
You smell so fresh. You sound so clear.
You are so wise. You move so gracefully.
You are so kind. You taste like pork.

She's Heeereee

2008-01-04T19:40:00.000-08:00

Pues sí, en mi vida se me habría ocurrido la idea loca de escibir un blog por X o Y razones.

1) Soy bien huevona.
2) A mi maestro de Inglés le encanta ponerme footnotes en mis ensayos.
3) Mi vida no es nada interesante (y me la paso quejándome).

Como sea. Se me dió la gana abrir uno y heme aquí.

Aaaanyway, tengo 3 días perdida en un pueblito frio enmedio del desierto donde al parecer a nadie se la ha ocurrido la brillante idea de abrir algún tipo de establecimiento nocturno con venta de alcohol a menores de edad (que en este caso usan botas, relojes de zirconias de baja calidad y manejan Hummers) y/o algún pinche cine. That's right people, en verdad existen esos lugares y yo, para mi buena suerte, estoy atrapada en uno hasta el Domingo. Básicamente no hay mucho de que escribir pero consideré que un blogsito sería la mejor opción para desaburrirme y tirarle mierda a quien yo quiera *gasp*.

:D

Esta es la parte donde se me van todas las ideas chingonas que según yo tenía para escribir y voy por pastel
-- pausa para comer--. Y ahora tal vez me ponga a hablar de lo que hice y no hice este año que acaba de pasar.. TáTá 2007. Siendo honesta, tengo miedo; y no creo que debería de estar escribiendo eso aquí en un medio tan público, que tal vez solo lean como 5 de mis amigos.. pero aha. Mi propósito de este año no fué tener propósitos, sino metas. Yes SIRR! I'm corny. Pero ya basta, que si dije algo es que no voy a tener un blog/diario donde cuente que aprendí hoy en el Japonés o de que sabor me comí la torta en el receso (sabor, ingrediente.. es lo mismo) ok wait, yo no como tortas. Ultimadamente abrí esto para que mis pseudo-vacaciones se fueran más rápido pero al parecer me tardo más pensando en qué es políticamente correcto o incorrecto escribir aquí. Así que perdón, soy Newbie :).

Hoy es viernes, son las 9.30, hay (más) pastel en la cocina y estoy escribiendo un blog. Enough said.

Como es mi primer post, debería de poner que se cuiden y que los quiero, pero dado a que son vacaciones van a salir a hacer desmadre y a hacer todo menos cuidarse. Todos menos Cas, mi late-nighter buddy del msn que se mete a las 9.
Ahora en vez de estar leyendo esto, deberías de ir a picarte los ojos o hacer algo más bonito.

The Queen has left the building.