Ducks

Feels good to finally have the time to write this. No idea what I really want to talk about though, so I'm just going to blab. Yesterday I had my midterm for Urban Studies 310 and spent all week and weekend studying. I love my that class since we get a lot into politics and how our political system screws so much of middle and lower class America. Now that everything has finally settled around the house, I have found time to watch my Disney movies. Tangled is a very underrated film and cracks me up everytime I watch it. I still love the scene where everyone sings about their dream at The Snuggly Duckling. I don't think I'll ever get tired of watching it. I've also been watching Beauty and the Beast for one thing, Lefou. I love comic-relief characters and he's definitely one of the best. My favorite scene of the entire movie is when Lefou gets the band to play (below) when Gaston is trying to get Belle to marry him. On a separate note, I feel content with recent stuff that has popped up. I'm very happy with what is happening. Well it is time for dinner, maybe I'll post something else tonight before going to bed.

Post

As much as I hate it when people go relationship crazy and constantly post stuff in their statuses (insert Bob here) on Facebook, it is people like an old friend Hilario, that I find myself coming back. Sadly he has not posted anything new in a while, but his last set of posts amused me. They are in the following order:

I don't mind not understanding the dude, but I believe no one sums Facebook better than David:

Aspirations

Failure is not an option when you aspire to nothing. Life continues to give me no reasons to aspire for something better. I'm only a failure to those who impose their own expectations on me. Maybe one day I'll wake up and believe "Jazz, there is atleast one person out there who wants to see you graduate from college" or maybe "there is someone out there worth living life for" or even "you'll never beat Donkey Kong 64, so just give up." My life will eventually need goals, aspirations and reasons to work hard in life, but that time doesn't appear to be anytime soon. I guess the only real goal I have is graduate from college. I don't even know what I want out of life. Five years ago, I lived with my entire family, two years ago I lived with my dad, one year ago I lived with my mom and now the divorce has strained so many family relations. We were forced to sell the home I planned on living in for the rest of my life. Oh well, material things come and go just as people do. I have to admit that I'm completely baffled as life threw a curveball and reintroduced someone into my life. Is it temporary like other times before? No idea, but I welcome them with open arms. I'm still cracking the same jokes, so I'm not complaining. Maybe it's just time to relax and see what happens in life. A few concerts are coming up, so I've definitely got a few things to look forward to.

Black Nails

Either it has grown on me or I biasedly believe that I can pull off black nails. I need to do it again sometime soon. Sure it probably pushes women farther away from me, but I don't give a damn.

On a completely separate and very random note, I've been watching this childhood video of mine over and over since it still makes me laugh now as it did like 15 years ago. 

The song that makes me crack up begins at 2:18. These are some of the creepiest looking bears I've ever seen and as my friend Alex once put it, "they have faces only a mother could love" haha. Good night everyone.

A Story I'll Always Remember

When it comes to memories, a lot of people have a tendency to only remember the good ones and block out the meh and bad ones. Well most of my memories since about third grade have remained inside my brain. One that has stuck with me is one I find a bit interesting and awkward. What happened was that I was meeting the entire family of one of my past ex-girlfriends for the first time and her little cousin Emily (she was like 8 years old at the time. Loveable little girl) walks up to me and asks "Where is Ronald?" (her ex-boyfriend before me). I just sat there and responded "I have no idea." Why I still remember that one moment in time, I don't know. But it always makes me laugh when I look back to that day.

Complaining

A few days ago, my friend America and I were talking about how picky I am when it comes to girls and how I complain about a lot of things that women wear. I think of is as just a small refined set of qualities I would like a potential woman to have. I think it's pretty simple: wear mostly black, listen or at least not hate metal, not wear sandals and flats, not dress with extremely revealing clothes or those giant pieces of cloth that hipsters wear that look like sarapes (if you don't know what I'm talking about, click here), and lastly not wear make-up. Am I asking for too much? I don't think so, but maybe I am. Most women wear a lot of clothes I don't like, but simultaneously, I don't like the average girl. There is always a catch to everything. Just like I'm pretty sure most women don't like guys with long hair who wear all black with many of the shirts being gruesome. But that ain't my problem. This guy ain't changing for no one ;) Jazz out, have a great day everyone.

I Need To

Stop fantasizing about dying and asking for people to not remember me. Even though that is what I would ultimately want.

Forget the Worm

It really sucks being an early bird type of person during the phase of my life where every person around me is a night owl. I think the frustration has gotten to me of waking at 6 or 7 am on a constant basis. I want to sleep in but my body doesn't believe in it. During the summer, aka 3 entire months of not having to use an alarm, I was still up at 6. I really hope one day my body decides to change, but if it doesn't, then I guess I'm just stuck in the same place for the rest of my life.

Just Another Normal Day

Today I spent some good quality time with my mom. Since the divorce, our relationship has been pretty rocky but gotten a lot better over the last 3 years. I don't have much to say but I really enjoyed it. On the other hand, it still really annoys me how immature my step dad can be over certain things, especially women. His objectification of women annoys the shit out of me. There is more to people than breasts, butts and figure. There is a pretty direct line between just complimenting someone and talking about how big their [insert body part here] is. At the same time, I believe this is exactly what sets me apart from such a large part of society. When I told my entire family in Mexico that I didn't like girls who wore make-up, they all just stared confused. I don't know where this is going so I'd rather just end it here. Good night everyone.

You Can't Come Soon Enough For Me

I have finally found the time to write this blog and I hope it is as juicy as the ideas planted in my head over the course of the week that I wanted to include once I finally had the chance to write it.

Moving
It's pretty hard to put what moving was like in words. It was way too stressful. In essentially 24 hours, we packed up and moved everything in the entire house, garage and backyard to our new home. I was the only one who had packed all my belongs in advanced (3 weeks that is) and forced to live off of the same set of clothes until the day we actually moved. I'll admit that the lack of sleep and lack of planning by both of my parents did get to me to snap at certain times. On the day of moving, both of my parents had 0% of their things packed. Every drawer, shelf and closet was still full. I think the worst part of he entire move was having to wait 4 hours for my step dad to pack up his office in the garage. From 12:30 am until 4:30 am, we all just stood around waiting for him to finish. Once we were done moving everything 100% at 10:30 am, my step dad says, "Well, now we know for next time, we need to take an entire week to move." No we fucking do not man, next time YOU need to have everything packed and ready to go in advanced when the time comes.

Neighborhood
The neighborhood is something new for both Crunchbite and I. The place is so dead and deserted that I could see my self going insane here, but at the same time, I like it. Neighbors don't appear to really talk to each other and everyone just stays indoors. I'm getting Crunchbite into the habit of going on nighttime walks and I believe he's slowly getting into it. I think he likes it and I have to admit that I like it as well. It's pretty relaxing to be just the two of us walking down empty lifeless streets with horrible lighting. It was pretty interesting today because as we walked by the park, 3 cop cars stopped next to us asking if we had seen a large group of individuals just hanging out around the pool. Crunchbite and I had the same "what the hell is going on here" reaction to the cop cars. It was priceless to say the least.

My Room
My room is small but I really like it. There is just enough space to hang my guitar, have two dressers, the stereo and my bed. The ceiling is also high enough that I'm going to get a lantern style lamp. What I don't like about the room is that it's all white. I did a decent job covering the walls with posters, which looks a lot better than empty white walls (hehe "White Walls" by Between the Buried and Me just started playing in my head).

My Pals
Overall, this was a great week to hang out with my friends and put the moving stress behind me. Gio, Bob, David and Lawerance are some of the funniest guys at 1 in the morning (and at every other time of the day). I hung out a lot with America too. We got some delicious pizza on Wednesday before going to the Whiskey-A-Go-Go to see TYR, Moonsorrow and Korpiklaani. Sometime during the week, I was washing dishes and Zoya comes up to me and says "Wow Jazz, you would know how to wash dishes. You're so Mexican." On Thursday I saw my old neighbor Ed. We had some good laughs remembering memories from the summer.

Concert
Going to the Whiskey and seeing pagan metal was super epic. All three bands were great live (we were not able to make it in time for the first two acts thanks to my crappy knowledge of freeway exits. On the bill there were 5 bands). Although this show was nowhere near close of Paganfest III back in April, it was pretty close. I think pagan metal is just my type of music. Always energy filling and great for cycling. There were a bunch of girls like 5 feet high and I was worried for a good amount of the show that I was going to accidentally elbow one of them in the face. I could really have cared less about them until they were the main cause for re injuring my knee. Either you fucking get in the pit or you don't. None of the pitting in place shit.

Soccer
Watching Chivas win last night was too stressful of a game. Seeing Marco Fabian get injured and then the ref having a horrible double standard for fouls. They struggled all game and were lucky to pull off the 2-1 win. Arsenal on the other hand, were just smokin' oakin' in England. 6-1 thrashing over Southampton (it is pronounced just like it's read: South-ampt-uhn) continue to show this team is definitely ready to fight for the title. On Tuesday is Arsenal vs Montpellier in the Champions League and on Saturday is Arsenal vs Manchester City. These are important season games so early. I'm just so excited.

ParaNorman
Today I took myself to see ParaNorman. All my friends went with someone else on their own time to see the movie so I figured that being my own date was just the thing to do (besides the fact that I had yet to see it). The movie was made by the same people who made Coraline and it had that feeling from the very beginning. The movie was hilarious and easily the best I've seen all year. I thought the whole supernatural vibe of the movie was just awesome. In modern culture, there is a pretty fine when it comes to mentioning witchcraft and basing themes around death and revenge in the form of a super powerful witch murdered around the time of the Salem Witch Trials. But all I know is that the movie is exceptional and I plan on adding it to my collection next to Coraline when it comes out on DVD.

Dark
Tegan and Sara aren't really thing when it comes to music.  They're definitely two extremely talented women but slow songs ain't my thing. Anyways, over the last handful of years, one of their songs has stuck with me, "Dark Come Soon." I really like it because of the depressing tone of the song both instrumentally and lyrically wise. Moving into my room just randomly reminded me of the song.

Dark, you can't come soon enough for me
Saved, from one more day of misery
Everything I love
Get back for me now
Everyone I love
I need you now
Don't forget a million miles for me
Safe and another day passed by me
Everything I love
Get back for me now
Everyone I love
I need you now
So I conned,
I lied I lied to me too
(so what?)
So I conned,
I lied I lied to me too
(so what?)
Hold out for the ones you know will love you
Hide out from the ones you know will love you
You, you too
Hike to the edge and barely there
Slow
To make my move, I'm almost there
Everything I say I say to me first
Everything I do I do to me first
So what, I lied I lied to me too
(so what?)
So what, I lied I lied to me too
Hold out for the ones you know will love you
Hide out from the ones you know will love you
You, you too
Dark you can't come soon enough for me