Acceptance

Well looks like I've finally found the time to write this post. I'm not too tired even though I just drove for the last hour, but I'll be going to sleep soon anyways just to call it a night as I'm waking up super early.

So my Urban Studies professor made the argument about why acceptance of homo sexuality is both a good and bad thing for society. Good: we should be accepting of all people. Every person is a human being and there should be nothing that should take that away. Embracing one's pride of non-conformity sends a powerful message. Bad: Accepting and making it into a norm takes away the powerful meaning and causes people to overlook it.

I never thought about it in terms of negativity. If everyone was completely accepting of gay/lesbian (and every other acronym) West Hollywood would lose its cultural value. So would San Fran. They would be regular cities just like everywhere else. Sure it's a bit of a stretch but it does have serious implications. My generation and the one that follows will be very accepting of a lot of things and I guess it's a good thing they don't care about race, religion or sexuality. But with all this acceptance, where does critical thinking come in? What will be thought provoking for future generations, that is what scares me.

Hopefully tomorrow I can write a new post inspired by something my Urban Studies professor said a few weeks ago

Two Days

Finished finals on Friday and haven't really been able to find the time to update my blog but looks like it exists now, so I'm going to take advantage.

On Monday I went to Disneyland with America. What an awesome day. Walked around in our Oswald ears and went to both Disneyland and California Adventure. It was loads of fun. We rode Splash Mountain, Space Mountain, Radiator Springs Racers (freakin awesome), Tower of Terror and every other major ride. I think one of the best highlights was taking a picture with Flynn and Rapunzel where I did the smoulder haha. Can't wait to go again.

Sadly, yesterday morning, she woke up ill and I spent the day by her side taking care of her until it was time for her to go to sleep and for me to go home. She has such a cute smile :) Feel better beautiful

I might be insanely sleep deprived, but I'm not going to sleep until I know you've gotten home safely.

All Rivers Run Towards the Sea

Just finished my first final paper, a 4 page single spaced methods technical report on cycling. I can't even say I cut corners because every single line of space on all four pages are used up. But meanwhile I wait for America to get out of work so I can help her get home safely, I would like to serve this PSA on the awesome In Flames song off of Colony, "Embody the Invisible." This is the opening track and jeez does it kick ass. I don't even need to describe how awesome the riffs are or how each layer of music compliments each other. This is fucking In Flames. Enjoy it.

I think in the back of my mind I'll always remember that I never made it to say good bye one last time. All I know is that I was a day too late. I arrived to find my grandmother well into eternal sleep. In her casket she laid with a few flowers and a picture of her with her children from my mom's birthday party last year. It was one of the last times, or even THE last time, the entire family got together before her passing. I remember that moment still fresh in my mind almost a year later. A family that was falling apart held together by a sibling who wanted to keep us all close.

Waking up on Saturday was nostalgic and chilling. For so many years I had woken up to sound of my grandmother calling, telling me to wake up and asking what I wanted for breakfast, conchas. This was a daily, weekly, monthly and yearly routine. She would give me ten pesos and off I would go to la tiendita de la esquina to get my Conchas Tia Rosa. I was afraid to do it this time. To walk down the same path that so many other times before seemed second nature, did nothing but bring fear to my mind. Emotions I didn't want evoked. To know that no longer I would wake up on the second floor and hear my name being called from the kitchen. To know that the familiar voice only lives now as a memory of my mind and that no one told me to cut my hair more than her.

I remember those days when my grandmother and I used to just lay down a bed sheet on the roof under the night time sky and fall asleep in the cool weather of the night. Such simple times.

Right now all I want is to be in her arms more than ever

I have abandoned all hope, because only the dead don't lie. With the beast of our memories, we are just wasting time.

Quotes

I'm not too particularly fond of inspiration quotes and my main reason is because people are so ambiguous on their origin. I never understand where people pull them from. One thing is quoting a set of lyrics (which I like to do, especially DevilDriver lyrics), but when people come out with "Every artist was first an amateur" - Ralph Waldo Emerson and "Inspiration and genius--one and the same" - Victor Hugo, that's where my buttons begin to turn. I never understand where the quotes originate from, what context were they used in or what led to their existence. Don't get me wrong, everyone is free from where they would like to get their inspiration from but I just don't get the point of quoting inspiration quotes, especially when pretty much half of them are anonymous as it is.