Haz Tu Jugada

I just lost complete interest in the day. Going to be MIA and just enjoy whatever arises (while listening to Rata Blanca).

Random Little Things That Make My Day And That Don't

Mexican Soccer League: Day Maker
I love watching soccer and I think I've written about it a handful of times here on this blog. It's a great way to spend my Friday, Saturday and Sunday afternoons/ nights if I'm not doing anything. The great thing (but also ridiculously frustrating thing) about the Mexican soccer league is that any team can win at any time. There is no complete domination and every tournament all teams have a general chance of winning the title. Very few leagues in the world are like that now.

Olympic Soccer: Day Maker or Day Ruiner
I don't really care about the Olympics, but unsurprisingly the only sport I really care about is soccer and the Mexican Men's National Team. I really want them to win their group and hopefully go on to the playoffs and fight for a medal. I woke up this morning at 6:30 to watch the game and hope my team would win (and they did). The only thing I really want to happen at the Olympics is for Mexico to walk away with a handful of medals, regardless of the color. Commentators, fans and athletes have a tendency to overemphasize failure at the Olympics instead of letting athletes be athletes and enjoy their once-in-a-lifetime experience at an event on the international stage.

Cycling: Day Maker
I love riding my bicycle and there will never be a day when that will bring me down. I don't care if I get hit by a car and sent to the hospital, cycling is too relaxing and liberating to bring me down. On Thursday night my bike was officially done being repaired and back up and running. I spent all Friday riding my bike, including going to Critical Mass with America, Gio and Luis. We rode all the way to Santa Monica and back. While it was tiring as fuck, the ride was amazing, especially the way back. Most of our returning trip was just us four on the road.

Moving: Day (more like week or month) Ruiner
The ticker has officially begun counting down on when we move out, although there is no official day yet, it's going to be some time in the next 40 days. The three main destinations for our move appear to be Paramount, Carson and Norwalk. I guess with the whole divorce, some things are just unavoidable. I've come to the conclusion that I really don't care anymore where we move to as long I have somewhere to put my bike. I'll find a way to make it to school on time at 8 am and make my way home when I leave school at 9 pm. I've never been scared to ride at night but it worries others when I do (which makes complete sense and I don't blame them since I've already been hit in the past in the middle of the night [wait, does 1:30 am count as middle of the night or a little after?).

Korean BBQ: Day Maker
Yesterday I went to eat Korean BBQ with John, Julio, Kim, Danny, Roxana, Gaby and Nichole. We were there for almost two hours just laughing, eating and having a good time. Our waitress got really annoyed with us due to us staying for a long time but it's not my fault the place is all you can eat. The beef was really good and I wanted more, is that too much to ask for? (I'm pretty sure to our waitress the answer was yes)

Young Tiger: Day Maker
My friend Clara showed me this video on youtube of an old TV show called Uncle Morty's Dub Shack. It was a sketch comedy show but they also dubbed some some Asian Bollywood movies and made them hilarious. My favorite one of all of them is called "Young Tiger" and is just way too funny. I think I've seen it minimally twenty times already.

Gwar/DevilDriver Tour: Day Maker
DevilDriver are touring the States one more time this winter and I can't wait to go. They put on a great show to say the least and their energy is only matched by a few bands I've seen live (Arch Enemy, As I Lay Dying and probably Trivium like 3 years ago. Cannibal Corpses and Opeth are in a different category because they pretty much tell jokes between songs and Between the Buried and Me just plays because they don't really have time to spare, their show is damn good too.) I'll never get tired of seeing DevilDriver live. November better come soon.

No Cereal: Day Ruiner
Jesus X, what am I suppose to eat for breakfast when I wake up in the morning? Everyday I'm the first one up around the house (I would like to average the time out to about 7 am) and no one really gets up until around 8:30. I get hungry in that time and when there is no cereal to eat, well not fun times for my stomach.

Gossip About Shit My Dad Says: Day Ruiner
The last couple of days my mom has been bugging the shit out of me for things my dad is saying while in Mexico. Mom, I don't give a single fuck. I never have and I never will. I am your mother fucking son, let me live in piece instead of fucking trying to make me pick sides in our already torn family. Yes I understand you hate him with every cell in your body and I personally believe you have all the right to but just keep me the fuck out. You've been playing the same mother fucking game with me for the past four years and I doubt you're going to stop playing anytime soon. I've been tired of all this shit for years.

One in a Million

I went to the California Science Center today on my bike and walked around amazed like it was my first time there. I read every sign and informative pamphlet. I played with the interactive sets and sat under the water starring at fish as they would pass by. Science amazes me, but it wasn't exactly that which made my time there enjoyable (even though I was alone). It was the museum feel of it. I LOVE museums. I can't even put an emphasis on it. They're so awesome because you can learn so much from it as well as just starring in awe at everything you see. I'm planning to go to the LACMA and the Museum of Latin American Art on either August 4th or 5th since being a Bank of America cardholder allows me to get in for free the first weekend of every month. Last year I went to the Natural History Museum and I really want to go again soon, the dinosaur exhibit is just out of this world.

I know what I do is very unusual for a 20 year old college metal head, but I enjoy every moment of it. There is only one of me.

I'm not average and never plan on being it.

Gio's Birthday

Last night was Gio's birthday. He says he can't believe he's 20 and I tell him to stop bitching. This was Gio's first ever birthday party and I believe it was done in the best way possible, as a surprise party. I told Gio to come over to my house because we were going to go to a random soccer event that my stepdad had gotten invited to and I wanted him to come along. So what ended up happening was that I would invite everyone over first and then Gio would get here. When Gio got here, my entire house was empty due to everyone hiding in my room while I showed Gio my newest puppies (everyone was trying to steal them). When we came back in, there was everyone just sitting nonchalantly in the living room just to say "SURPRISE." We ended off the day by eatting pizza, playing Guitar Hero and what I would consider one of the coolest birthday cakes I've ever seen. It was a cookies and cream ice cream cake with 20 pink candles in the form of a heart and a gallows with a hanging skeleton.

Throwing this whole thing was really fun even though we forgot about paper plates and had to improvise. All of this would not have been possible with my friend America's help. She called everyone in advanced, helped me set up and picked out the cake that we would use. When you read this, thank you.

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There is no easy way to tell this story i really wish was only fiction. Maybe it's because of my history and relationship with my parents that my fear of death doesn't exist. I am currently sitting in front of a closed California Science Center writing all of this. I don't plan on leaving until Im done and this might take a while. It's currently 6:30 so lets see how this goes. Anyways, on my walk here i constantly pondered the "what if i were to die right now?" question. I wouldn't consider my neighborhood safe as i have been jumped in the past by gang bangers and someone dies every here and there. But if i were to die today i would feel like i have not contributed enough to my believed job (or jorb) of making others smile, laugh and feel better at the end of the day to die happy or at least satisfied. I have two reasons for this, one is because there are people in my life who have been there for me and continue doing it even when they're least aware of it and i will always be there for those that need me. Second, i want to die riding a bicycle after I graduate from college. The day i graduate i want all my friends to be there because they're all the ones who keep me going. I don't care at all if my parents are "proud" of me when I graduate. I've gone through life with very little support from them, so fuck them both.

Now that im done rambling, time to get to the actual story that led myself to not wanting to move.

I come from a family with hidden secrets but also is dominated by fear. My father is gay and married my mother to hide his personal sexuality from his family. I was born as proof that he wasn't gay. My sister, shares the same exact story but sadly is shadowed by doubt she has yet to find out about. Around the same time my mother was impregnated with my sister, my father was diagnosed with HIV. That was back in 99 and 13 years have passed but yet no studies have been done to check whether or not she even she has the virus herself. Every night when i go to bed i fear the worst. She's too young to die, id rather trade my own. Continuing on, my mother is not sure herself whether or not she has the virus. How can you fear death when around you it is an existing possibility? Like i stated earlier, this was in 99, and the current year finds itself to be 2012. My parents got divorced in 2008. Lets place this shit into perspective, for nine years i was part of a "family" that considered it "happy" and "loving." why 9 years you ask? Because the same year my mom got pregnant, she caught my father cheating on her with a another man. They didn't separate so my sister and i could be raised by both parents and both be loved. Didn't they ever suspect that it would have been better to have come clean from the beginning? i consider myself a bastard son who only finds happiness in the friends i have and activities i do. I don't have to talk about the friends part again because this blog has constancy gone over that. Without them i would be nothing. No one to laugh along with and no one to make smile. Activities, they keep my mind off these thoughts. Whenever i ride my bike, there's only one thing on my mind, am i going to get there alive?

During the entire divorce there was only one person who would ask me "how are you feeling / taking all this?" and that was Gio. When i needed my parents the most, they were too busy fighting with each other and trying to make them look bad in front of me and slowly revealing all the secrets and lies that they have shared over the years. Do you think i want to wake up one morning and have my mom confess to me that my father has HIV and could die at almost any time on any day. I was a 17 year old who at a point in time was more preoccupied with trying to graduate school more than pay attention to the divorce that had not only torn our "family" to shreds, but fucking ripped my own insides to shreds. That was the day i finally decided that my parents don't actually love me. All i wanted was some one to be fucking happy and proud of me at the end of the day. That is why i search for acceptance of myself. Before i started college, my father confessed to me that he never actually believed that i was going to even finish high school, let alone graduate. I dont think I've never had a bigger slap to the face than that moment in time. It still haunts my mind everyday. I've always hoped at least my friends are proud of me.

The house. The house i live in has a lot of sentimental value to me because that is where all my struggles have occurred. All the dark moments in which my true colors have shown all rose from there. This year marked my tenth anniversary living there. The place where my mom confessed me my dad's secret, where my dad told me of his own under estimation of me and the place where social services almost took my sister and i away. This is also where i fell in love with Crunchbite and where my direct neighbors ignored me (i didn't fucking need them anyways). this is also the house where i was accused of stealing from one of my neighbors and the place where Gio's and I's friendship really kicked off after he taught me to take the metro one night after school. This is also the house that has seen two robberies and two different families and i have been the only constant. </p>
<p>Friends have come and gone but the two who i have had since I've lived in the neighborhood have always been the same: Ed and Irving. (Chris doesn't count since he lives with Ed.) I've known them both since 6th grade which translates into 8 years in September. I met Ed in the homeroom of 6th grade and Irving lived across the street from him at that point in time. The four of us all continue being extremely good friends. They all bought PS3s and were the only reason I even bought one myself haha. Back to the house and neighborhood, beyond the few block radius lives America and Gio. I don't know where Id be without either. I love these two. I don't want to leave. The proximity of all of us has brought us together as great friends. Moving farther away feels like I'll lose them all. They all make me laugh and smile like not many can. Well this is all for now and I will update it when i get home later. It is currently 8:40 and very windy to say the least.

The End of All It Represents

It's hard hiding a secret (this is what I consider it but I'm really not sure what to label it because I haven't shared it with a single soul, both human or dog) sometimes, especially when you're not sure how it will actually end itself. I'm just going to put it out there because I'm still not sure how even to explain it. I'm moving in two or three weeks to a new house or apartment that will most likely place me in a new neighborhood. I've known this for the past month. How this will affect my commuting to school, who knows, but I'm going to miss living so close to Gio, Ed, America and Irving. My mom has been looking a lot recently to move to Carson. I want to say more but can't bring myself to do it. I don't know, but I need to vent it out through my blog. It brings me to tears just thinking about it. The house and neighborhood have large sentimental value to me. I'm going to write a large blog that's a lot more indepth because this situation is complicated, really fucking complicated. Until then...

Satan Will Rain Down Your Throat With Hot Acid

Don't talk, watch!
Don't talk, watch!
You came here. Watch it.
Don't like it? Walk out.
We still have all your fucking money.

Do not nudge, kick or jiggle the seat in front of you.
I'm sitting there!
I am everywhere at once
and I will cut you up.

If you make out here,
I will cut your lips and tongue
from your head
with a linoleum knife.

Do not explain the plot.
If you don't understand, then you should not be here.
Your money is our money
and we will spend it on drugs.

Do not crinkle your food wrappers loudly.
Be considerate to others,
or I will bite your torso
and give you a disease.

Did you bring your baby?
Babies don't watch this.
Take the seed outside. Leave it in the streets.
Run over it after the show.

If I see you videotaping this movie,
Satan will rain down your throat with hot acid
and dissolve your testicles
and turn your guts into snakes.

This is copyrighted movie for Time Warner.
If I find that you've sold it on eBay,
I will break into your house
and tear your wife in half.

Rise You Must

The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must.

A hand from the cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded. The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carrying of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle up in a coddlepot, Pu Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld of Ntamplin, tohp triumphant, speaketh.

Mother of moth ! I will to show herword in flesh
Of all the stranger things that ever not even in the hundrund and badst pageans of unthowsent and wonst nice or in eddas and oddes bokes of tomb, dyke and hollow to be have happened! The untireties of livesliving being the one substrance of a streamsbecoming. Totalled in toldteld and teldtold.

Ascend out of your bed, cavern of a trunk, and shrine!

Vah! Suvarn Sur! Scatter brand to the reneweller of the sky,
thou who agnitest! Dah! Arcthuris comeing! Be! Verb
umprincipiant through the trancitive spaces! Kilt by kelt shell kithagain
with kinagain. We elect for thee, Tirtangel. We
Durbalanars, theeadjure. A way, the Margan, from our astamite,
through dimdom done till light kindling light has led we hopas
but hunt me the journeyon, iteritinerant, the kal his course,
amid the semitary of Somnionia.

Too mult sleepth. Let sleepth.

The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must

Surveying the Webs

• 1: What eye color do you find sexiest?: I could care less
• 2: White, milk, or dark chocolate mocha?: milk
• 3: If you could get a Sharpie tattoo on your back, what would it be: DevilDriver logo
• 4: Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it: big town, I enjoyed it even thought I got a lot of shit for being a metal head
• 5: Your favorite adult as a child? (and not your parents, if they were your favorite: Jonathan Davis from Korn
• 6: What kind of smoothie sounds really good right now?: white gummy from Jamba Juice
• 7: Most embarrassing moment from your elementary school years?: broke my arm
• 8: Most embarrassing moment from your middle school years?: my "friends" forced me to tell this girl that I liked her infront of everyone
• 9: Most embarrassing moment from your high school years?: didn't play volleyball as a sophomore because I had an F in English
• 10: Pirates or ninjas? Why?: Pirates are fucking badass. They also make awesome villains
• 11: Have you ever climbed a tree more than twenty feet off the ground?: not that I can remember
• 12: Did you like swinging as a child? Do you still get excited when you see a swing set?: always have and hope I always will
• 13: If you could have any pet in the world, illegal or not, what would you get?: a french poodle or an English sheep dog
• 14: What's your most favorite part of your body?: does hair count?
• 15: What's your most favorite part of your personality?: I really don't know, maybe my lack of fearing death. I'm more curious of others' opinions of me
• 16: Madonna or Lady Gaga? Neither? Both? Who cares?: neither, I got better stuff to listen to
• 17: Have you ever watched the Superbowl all the way through: no
• 18: Have you ever watched any major sporting event drunk?: no
• 19: What's the most delicious food you've ever eaten in your life?: peanut butter
• 20: Margarine or butter? Which did you grow up with?: butter
• 21: Whole, skim, 1%, or 2% milk? (Did you know they make 1 1/2% milk?): whole
• 22: Which continents have you been on?: North America and Europe
• 23: Do you get motion sickness? Any horror stories?: In recent years I developed motion sickness from driving on a very curved road
• 24: Backpacks or satchels?: backpacks
• 25: Would you wear a rainbow jacket? A neon yellow sweater? Checkered pants?: the pants...i don't know
• 26: What was your favorite cartoon growing up?: Scooby Doo
• 27: If you had to have a cow or a pig, which would you take? Why: Cow
• 28: If you had to look at one city skyline for the rest of your life, which would it be?: Puerto Vallarta
• 29: Longest plane ride you've ever been on: 12 hours. It gets suicidal after a while haha
• 30: The latest you've ever slept?: 9 am on grad night
• 31: Would you buy a sweater covered in kitten pictures? Would you wear it if someone gave it you for free?: yes
• 32: Do you pick at scabs?: I love the fact that they leave scars, so yes
• 33: Favorite kind of bean? Kidney? Black? Pinto?: pinto
• 34: How far can you throw a baseball: not too far
• 35: If you had to move to another country, where would you move?: either Germany or Mexico
• 36: Have you ever eaten Ethiopian food? Vietnamese? Korean? Nepalese? How was it?: Korean BBQ is delicious
• 37: Small, liberal arts school or public university? Why?: Public University because I can study anthropology
• 38: A relationship with love or one with sex?: love
• 39: Do you eat enough vegetables?: I tell myself I do
• 40: Do you like horror movies? How about thrillers?: they make the world go round
• 41: Would you scratch a crotch itch in public?: I try not to but if it just happens, sorry
• 42: Do you swear in front of your parents?: I try my best not too
• 43: Coolest thing you've ever been for Halloween?: shaggy haha
• 44: If you could change your natural hair color, would you? To what?: never
• 45: Do you want to get married? Have kids?: if the opportunities arise, then yes
• 46: Do you use a reusable water bottle? If not, you should.: yes
• 47: City or nature person? nature but I do love the concrete jungle
• 48: Have you ever used something other than "makeup" as makeup? (Like paint? Markers?): yes for Paganfest and it was epic
• 49: Can you walk well in high heels? Even if you're a guy?: no and don't plan on trying
• 50: Post 5 awesome things about yourself. BRAG AWAY!: I have long hair, I wear all black, I almost only own band shirts, my stories are told like the average person tells one, I'm a huge soccer fan

Surveying the Survey

Been home all day and have only had human interaction for about 30 minutes the entire day. This kept me busy at least for a few minutes

1. State your name: Jaziel
2. State the name that your parents almost named you: i don't know
3. Which of your relatives do you get along with the most?:  my cousin Mario
4. What was your first job?: selling clothes at Volcom
6. Did anything embarassing happen this week?: yeah, my grandma asked me infront of my aunts and uncles if I was still a virgin hahaha
7. Do you miss your ex?: nope
8. Do people praise you for your looks?: a very small number of people do even though I do nothing special
9. What is your favorite color of clothing to wear?: lime green
10. How do you wear your makeup?: no
11. What are some of your nicknames?: Jazz, Jiz, Jizzle
12. How many bedrooms are in your house?: 4
13. How many bathrooms?: 2
14. Do you have a job?: no
15. Do you have a car?: no and I'm happy without one
16. Do you work out every week?: I ride a bicycle
17. Did you brush your teeth this morning?: yes I did
18. Have you ever kissed someone you never saw again?: no
19. Have you ever sang in front of a crowd?: yes in the 7th grade drama class. embarrassing
20. What kind of bathing suit do you wear?: swimming trunks/ board shorts
21. Do you like your eyes?: no one has given me an excuse to dislike like them but they're brown just like most people's. I don't find them special
22. Do you think you are pretty?: no
23. Who was the last person you talked to in person?: Joshua
24. How much money is in your checking account?: a few bucks hehe
25. Are you single?: yes
26. Do you want kids?: eventually
27. Tell me what your back pack looks like: it's a navy blue messenger bag but I just bought green Chrome messenger bag
28. What celebrity do you think is hot?: Milla Jovovich
29. Last movie you saw in theatre:The Amazing Spiderman
30. Are you dating the same person you dated last year?: no
31. Has someone you were dating ever cheated on you?: several times
32. Have you ever cheated?: yes
33: Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?: I think so, but I'm not really sure at all
34: What do you like to do in your spare time?: play FIFA
35: Do you have a facebook? If so, would you add the person who sent you this number?: which number?
36: What’s the cutest thing someone’s ever done for you?: i don't know
37: Who was the last person you texted?: either Gio or America
38: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have?: a handful
39: How do you look right now?: really lazy, I'm wearing athletic shorts and my Pray for Villians DevilDriver shirt

Build Me Up A Mother Fucking Buttercup

It's funny how somethings have so much sentimental value, but can change by the perception of a person. The material object I talk about is my bicycle. Two years ago, the idea of carrying, riding and investing so much time and love into a bicycle would have never crossed my mind. Today, I find myself so immersed within the bicycle culture that it has become essentially difficult to picture myself outside of it. I ride around in a green Peugeot road bike, use a messenger bag and always make sure I leave my house with my lock and helmet in tow. I find pride in walking up and down stairs with my bike on my back and just ignore all the stares people give me while blasting my iPod a full volume. I have a bicycle playlist that is comprised of the most adrenaline pumping songs in my entire collection. As great as it is to ride a bike, everyone treats it like I've got mental problems. "Aren't you scared to ride in the street with cars?" "No." "Are you sure, because it's really dangerous." I know the risks I place on my life to ride around but I leave that to sit in the back of my mind. The only way I'm going to stop riding is if I get a leg amputated. But the reason I'm writing this is because I miss my bike. Ever since I was hit by a car back in April I have not ridden one single bicycle. My rear wheel is going to be completed soon but I'm hoping sooner rather than later because the streets are calling my name...and they're pronouncing it wrong!

Seeing a friend deal with pain also brings pain to those who are close. A break-up is no easy cure but it is also not impossible. There is nothing that is more important than those who surround a friend in their time of need. I was fortunate of having some of the coolest, badass and hilarious friends at my own side and I know my friend will too. Laughter is a much stronger cure than people. Just ask Smackie the Frog. If you read this, just know we are all here for you.






I love going to concerts and seeing awesome metal bands tear it up (like DevilDriver, who are the best). Well  I have an ongoing 7 year wait to see Norma Jean perform live. I'm going to cross my fingers that 2013 will finally be the year that I get to see them. The same also goes for Mastodon. Been listening to them for seven years strong and don't plan on stopping anytime soon.

Yesterday was the start of a new Mexican soccer season. As usual, my best friend Gio and I are playing Liga Fantastica (Fantasy Soccer) on mediotiempo.com as we have been for years. Gio has never beaten me so I plan on continuing this streak. Anyways, yesterday saw Jaguares vs Tigres and the game was depressing to say the least. Tigres played well and won 4-0 but Jaguares just didn't exist. They couldn't defend, attack or shoot. Pretty embarrassing to watch. Tijuana vs Puebla saw Tijuana win by a more narrow 2-0 but with comfortable play. Today has two games that seem to be interesting: Monterrey vs America and Morelia vs Cruz Azul. I'm hoping both America and Morelia lose. The games were too close to bet on in Liga Fantastica so I only got Pavone from Cruz Azul. We'll see what the final result is.

cabello

it's pretty long...BUT NOT LONG ENOUGH!!!!!

Little Things

What’s up with people going out everywhere in revealing workout clothes? I don’t want to judge or make presumptions (but also, who am I to have an opinion that will change people’s minds), but track suites and workout clothing is only appropriate at home and at the gym. Lets get serious here. When I flew from L.A.X. to Mexico City, there was a lady dressed in skintight Adidas sports wear. Maybe it’s just me, but it has really irritated me to see society shift more towards sexual dressing in recent years. I constantly encounter people at the grocery store with just shorts and a sports bra on. They do it for the attention and they get it. Some days I find my own mentality a blessing, but others it’s a curse. So many things in mainstream society annoy me. I guess I’ll just put on my headphones and “keep on keeping on.”

I got a new nickname last week, Pedro el Pajaro. The story behind this is pretty funny (I think so). My uncle comes up to me and asks “what is PeterBird?” I have to explain to him that the company name is actually “Peterbilt” and a play off the word “built.” In Spanish, Peter is translated as Pedro, so hence, Pedro el Pajaro.

I got to watch the second half of the Spain vs Italy game and man did Italy get outplayed. Spain did exactly what they do best, which is pass, pass and pass some more. The reason why they play so well is because they use five midfielders and no forwards. Plus their right and left backs also play well up the wings, which is why Alba was able to score his goal. The 4-0 was well deserved.

So I’ve been watching a lot of ESPN Deportes and Discovery Channel en Espanol over the last few days because there is nothing else better on tv than my two favorite channels. I’d rather watch a novela than watch an Mtv reality show. Anyways, I was watching Dog Whisperer dubbed in Spanish and oh god is it hilariously horrible. My favorite parts are when the dub actors try to imitate the little voices that Cesar Milan does as well as the owners of the dogs. They even imitated the part where one of the owners began crying midway though his interview. It was so bad it was hard to not laugh. River Monsters is also pretty weird in Spanish. Discovery Channel needs to hire better dub actors, but then again if they change them, I won’t stick around to watch the bad dubbing.

Inverted Crosses

 

“Are you mad or just insane?” – King Diamond (“Twilight Symphony”)

I spend too much time alone in Mexico. This happens every time I come to Mexico and it is essentially inevitable. Everyone works and I just stay at my grandma’s house all day watching ESPN hoping something interesting will happen over the transgression of the day. During this time, I also just have my labtop open blasting music. The great thing though is that metal isn’t necessarily songs about rainbows and flowers, just random things, from non-fiction to science fiction.

While alone time is good, it has lead to a lot of dark thoughts over the last few days, both good and bad. I would like to point out that these dark thoughts are nothing new, but they happen a lot more often and darker than my usual ones. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about putting inverted crosses and pentagrams on a lot of my things. Backpacks, jeans, shoes, as tattoos, etc. I wouldn’t wear it as a form of anti-religion, but more for shock value. I think it inverted crosses are fucking out of this world. I wouldn’t hesitate to put an inverted cross on my backpack and walk around with it for kicks.

I’ve also been thinking of how awesome my nails were when I painted them black and would do it again any day, but I still live at home and yeah.

Chimaira. I love this band and pretty happy I had the opportunity to see them almost three years ago. I’ve been listening to them a lot lately. I’m not sure if it’s because of the dark and personal lyrics, or because the guitars as extremely catchy. I get a lot of the adrenaline rush when I listen to their songs.

I’ve also been listening to a lot of Mercyful Fate. Dark themes galore. Even though I don’t like their album 9, I want to get the shirt with the album cover on it because it looks satanicy (is that even a word) just like I want to get the Don’t Break The Oath shirt too. (I also want to get the Them King Diamond shirt.)

I don’t know, but I need to maintain myself occupied and my mind busy instead of leaving it so much in the dark (no pun intended). Sorry for using the word “also” so much. It sorta just came out like that, but then again it is 12:30 am so maybe my mind is just putting out whatever it feels like.

Also, America, if you read this, I miss our weekly hanging out and just chatting about random stuff for hours, watching Beauty and the Briefcase, and giving Irving crap for making us watch movies until 3 am. We’re hanging out when I comeback from Mexico and going to find a good coffee joint.

Politics

It is currently 10:57 pm and it’s almost a full 24 hours since the new Mexican President, Enrique Penaneto, was voted by the people to lead the country for the next six years. Penaneto, the Pri candidate (Mexico’s version of the Republicans) destroyed the candidate of the Pan party (Mexico’s Democratic party), Josefina something something and it caused quite a big uproar. It was reported that thousands of teens and adolescents took to the streets and protested the Pri victory at the nation’s capital. Call me biased, but it does appear that the Pri is not a very liked party around here, just like the Republicans are in the U.S.

In the United States, politics seem to be the center of everything. I used to be a Democrat but switched to independent. I believe in free education, free health care, immigration reform and higher taxes, but I also believe in correct military spending. What’s the point of pouring in billions of dollars into the wars when our own street corners and streets are not safe. Republicans are portrayed as douche bags and democrats as the world’s saviors. The only reason why Ronald Regan’s’ economic policies failed in the 80s was because the country wasn’t prospering as much as the government thought it was. If Bill Clinton would have imposed the same tax cuts in the 90s, no one would have given a single shit because the country was prospering very well. To give tax cuts on the higher up now would easily be the wrong thing to do.

I never understood until recently why so many members of metal bands were Republican. Bands live off of what they make on tour and many times are living off of a five dollar a day budget. To tell someone who lives off of almost nothing that they have to pay extra in taxes to help others with social programs, is inevitably the incorrect thing to do. Now, I’m not saying that social programs are the problem or that raising taxes is the solution to the country’s economic problems. What I am trying to say though, is that citizens of the United States need to begin to understand each other. When 40% of the entire country’s wealth is owned by 1%, you know there are cracks in the system.

In Mexico, my family is pro-Pan and in the United States, they’re pro-Democrat.

I know, who am I to give my political opinion, but watching the Mexican elections unravel got me ranting in my head.