so... um...

I was thinking about my name the other day, which led me to think about Edgar Allen Poe, which led me to think about gothic literature which led me to want to write a little something of my own. My life is not very dark however and this caused a bit of a problem for me so I pulled on a little something some of you might be familiar with. I don't really mean any of this so please don't get scared (while i do want you to think it's scary) and don't think that i need help or am contemplating suicide or anything like that. Also, please don't lecture me for writing this. I do however want you to let me know if you think it's any good. again, don't take any of this seriously, i don't mean it, even when it sounds like i might. I was just using it to write. so check it:


They stand and they stare and they laugh in their minds
On their faces expressions of fear and of cries
You can tell so precisely when you look in their eyes
It's a show to them to watch you fall down on the floor
to bang your head violently up against a board
It's funny to them as the blood starts to pour
and your eyes rolling back to see inside your skull.
"How bout next time you try it as you drive?
We'll see if you crash and make it out alive."
They place bets and gamble and see who will win
and they pretend to care with their quiet chagrin.
All they want is the blood and the guts and the gore
and when mine runs out they will still beg for more.
How bout if they die? That'll even the score!
As if the pain that I feel when I fall ain't enough
the shame they throw on me makes me want to bust.
to burst out in tears and release every word
and place them in a verbal world of hurt.
Then I'll stand and I'll stare and I'll laugh in their face
as I see them there flopping in my usual place.


I became insane with long intervals of terrible sanity. - Edgar Allen Poe

Apparently Edgar Allen Poe had epilepsy too! So, that was pretty cool to find that out. Pretty sweet :P

Ya pronto!

Ya pronto voy a regresar a la tierra que amo. MEXICO! Guadalajara, Jalisco para ser mas especifico. Si Dios quiere, alli voy a estar para Navidad con mis primos, primas, tios y tias! La ultima vez que fui, me di cuenta que me estaba haciendo un poco racista contra la gente Estado-Unidence. Porque? Bueno, es que el avion en el cual andavamos viajando iva directamente a Guadalajara, y no iva a hacer ninguna parada en otro lugar (como Cabo San Lucas, o Mazatlan, o lo que sea) y me enoje! Pense "Estos gueros deberian de ir a los lugares turisticos! No pueden ir a el Mexico verdadero! Guadalajara es mio y solo mio! No voy a permitir que estos 'turistas' invadan mi tierra!" Claro, no les iva a hacer nada. Ni modo que los agarrara a golpes, pero me sentia enfurecido! En ese momento me puse a reflejar. Me estaba haciendo como los locos de la imigracion americana. En vez de enojarme porque ivan a el Mexico "verdadero", deberia de estar feliz que ivan a ver la VERDADERA belleza de Mexico, y no los lugares feos y aterrorizantes donde acostumbran ir... siempre y cuando no agarren la costumbre de ir todos a Guadalajara y vivir alli. Eso ya seria mucho. Pero les doy permiso de ir a visitar a esos gueritos :) No quiero que la gente vaya a algun lugar rascuacho por alli y juzgen a toda la nacion pensando que Mexico es un lugar feo. La verdad es que a mi me gusta muchisisimo mas andar en Mexico que estar aqui en los Estados Unidos Americanos. Con esto no quiero parecer traidor ni nada por el estilo, pero, esa es la verdad :) Abajo, inclui algunas fotos de Guadalajra para que vean un poco del hermoso lugar de donde viene mi familia! Enjoy!

Hospicio Cabañas

Arcos de Guadalajara



Plaza Galerias (like a mall)

 

Cathedral



Mural by Joze Orozco



My heart

 

About friends.

So thanksgiving came and went... once again. I give thanks for everyone and everything and yada-yada so on so forth (we all know what we're thankful for ;) but THIS thanksgiving was a little different. See, a great friend of mine came up here from So-Cal and it had been eight (ocho, huit, acht, 8!) years since i last saw him. He moved away when I was 12, enlisted in the Marines when he turned 18 and served two tours in the middle east and now has a beautiful baby girl and a wife, but the curiosity of all this is that when he came back, we started talking and hanging out and it seemed like he had never even left at all :D despite how vehemently our lives had changed, how much all of us had grown and matured, we were still just as good friends as the day he left. I think that's the proof of a real, genuine friendship. the trust that remains between friends despite the passing of distance and time. my friend came and went and i still trust that guy with my life (and thank him for fighting for it over in the middle east). I guess what i'm trying to say here... well, i'm not really trying to say anything. I just wanted to write about this. We all have friends (I hope) and as you're reading this blog, i'm sure you're thinking about that friend of yours that can leave for 100 years and when they come back, the friendship would be just as strong. I thank God for my friends, and even though we are now in December, it's never too late to do so. Make sure you give your friend a call soon to say "what's up?" because you never know when one of you might be gone for good... i guess THEN it would be too late.

oh and just for laughs, check out the following: