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I came home early today. I think I got a stress ulcer from the
I was almost in.
I almost slammed into a bus full of innocent school children because some dick decided that he would create an exit ramp where there was none, crossing over the dirt between the freeway and the gateway and, what's worse, not even slowing down right before he got to where the legal street that us normal citizens are confined to. So, I swerved right since he kept a'coming up to an inch away from the bus and then hoped that would be enough for him not to hit me.
He didn't hit me but I should have obtained his license plate number and tracked him down to sue him for the emotional distress he caused me and for the medical bills that will likely come due to the stomach issues he caused that had been plaguing me all day.
Actually, I feel much better now that I'm home.
Thanks guy!
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| Remember when we used to post AIM conversations? |
[21 Mar 2009|11:41pm] |
And Ricky was bound for sleep, so deviously I roused a ruse to keep him from it. I deployed my ploy to make him think I was going to show him a photograph.
Ricky Pendell [11:30 PM]: why am i waiting??
Carlos Diaz [11:31 PM]: I don't know
Carlos Diaz [11:31 PM]: oh yeah
Carlos Diaz [11:31 PM]: I remember now
Ricky Pendell [11:31 PM]: then...
Carlos Diaz [11:31 PM]: I don't even know how to send files
Ricky Pendell [11:32 PM]: you cant on fb
Carlos Diaz [11:32 PM]: oh yeah I forget
Carlos Diaz [11:32 PM]: I use this for aim, too
Carlos Diaz [11:32 PM]: anyways
Ricky Pendell [11:32 PM]: mamon!
Carlos Diaz [11:32 PM]: I was just going to send you a photo
Carlos Diaz [11:32 PM]: that you've sent me already
Carlos Diaz [11:32 PM]: it would have been pretty funny but you ruined it
Ricky Pendell [11:32 PM]: well you still wasted my time
Ricky Pendell [11:32 PM]: so laugh it up
Ricky Pendell [11:33 PM]: but one of these days...
Carlos Diaz [11:33 PM]: hahaha
Ricky Pendell [11:33 PM]: youre gonna wake up with a dick in your mouth
Carlos Diaz [11:33 PM]: guh!
Ricky Pendell [11:33 PM]: haha
Ricky Pendell [11:33 PM]: later
Ricky Pendell [11:33 PM]: that means bye
Ricky Pendell [11:33 PM]: in slang
Carlos Diaz [11:33 PM]: oh kay bye
Carlos Diaz [11:33 PM]: remember that time
Carlos Diaz [11:33 PM]: when pablo
Carlos Diaz [11:33 PM]: martinez
Ricky Pendell [11:33 PM]: kkk!
Carlos Diaz [11:33 PM]: and you
Ricky Pendell [11:33 PM]: pees
Carlos Diaz [11:33 PM]: were at
Carlos Diaz [11:34 PM]: the coup
Carlos Diaz [11:34 PM]: and then
Carlos Diaz [11:34 PM]: the story
Carlos Diaz [11:34 PM]: kept going?
Carlos Diaz [11:34 PM]: and then
Carlos Diaz [11:34 PM]: you said to him
Carlos Diaz [11:34 PM]: something
Carlos Diaz [11:34 PM]: which prompted a response
Carlos Diaz [11:34 PM]: that was humorous?
Carlos Diaz [11:34 PM]: and we were all engulfed in laughter?
Carlos Diaz [11:34 PM]: deafening laughter?
Carlos Diaz [11:34 PM]: and days were never so bright before or since?
Carlos Diaz [11:35 PM]: remember that?
Ricky Pendell [11:35 PM]: no....
Ricky Pendell [11:35 PM]: what did i say
Carlos Diaz [11:35 PM]: you said unto him
Carlos Diaz [11:35 PM]: and I paraphrase
Ricky Pendell [11:35 PM]: that was so brilliant and eye opening?
Ricky Pendell [11:36 PM]: thats ok ill let it pass...
Carlos Diaz [11:36 PM]: "My dear friend"
Carlos Diaz [11:36 PM]: "Yes, Richard?"
Carlos Diaz [11:36 PM]: "Have you yet to receive a phone call from These Nuts?"
Ricky Pendell [11:36 PM]: haha
Ricky Pendell [11:36 PM]: how medeiaval!
Carlos Diaz [11:36 PM]: "Are you referring to your testicles? Anthropomorphically?"
Ricky Pendell [11:36 PM]: i cant spell that word
Carlos Diaz [11:37 PM]: and you said unto him
Carlos Diaz [11:37 PM]: "I cast thee out into the darkness! you who hath fallen into my trap of words!"
Carlos Diaz [11:37 PM]: and Pablo did go out into the darkness
Carlos Diaz [11:37 PM]: and in the darkness he met with a wise sage
Carlos Diaz [11:38 PM]: the sage did ask him "FOOL! Have you learned nothing from your travels?"
Carlos Diaz [11:38 PM]: and Pablo said "ALACK! my travels have showed me that long lost dark way. Forsooth, old sage! Prepare for your downfall!"
Ricky Pendell [11:39 PM]: and nothing he had learned!, for he spent all his money on crack rocks and frankincense...
Carlos Diaz [11:39 PM]: and so they did battle long and fierce until a hapless wanderer came upon them
Carlos Diaz [11:39 PM]: That he did, ricky.
Ricky Pendell [11:39 PM]: bye
Carlos Diaz [11:39 PM]: The wanderer was owed money from said crack rocks and thus bandied about and dilly dallied and sallied forth his firearm and pablo was struck from the sky
Carlos Diaz [11:40 PM]: and the heavens wept
Carlos Diaz [11:40 PM]: amen
Ricky is no longer online. The following was not sent: 11:40 PM
Ricky Pendell signed off 11:40 PM
And here's another one.
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:29 PM]: what did you expect?
disreprivalizes [11:30 PM]: exaltation
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:30 PM]: THen it's pretty obvious why you're dispapointed
disreprivalizes [11:31 PM]: please explain it to me in great detail!
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:32 PM]: Because exaltation is a high expectation.
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:33 PM]: A great expectation, if you will.
disreprivalizes [11:33 PM]: I will
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:37 PM]: Sorry
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:37 PM]: To continue, when a result is below our expectations is the definition of disappointment
disreprivalizes [11:40 PM]: I see now!
disreprivalizes [11:40 PM]: You are saying I should not have expected much.
disreprivalizes [11:40 PM]: and are slighting my music
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:41 PM]: No, I'm not.
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:41 PM]: I'm saying EXALTATION is a too-great expectation for ANY musician
disreprivalizes [11:42 PM]: slightly slighting
disreprivalizes [11:42 PM]: ?
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:42 PM]: No.
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:43 PM]: ANY musician.
disreprivalizes [11:43 PM]: slightly slighting sited.
disreprivalizes [11:43 PM]: or Slightly Slight Sited, I guess makes more sense
disreprivalizes [11:43 PM]: WAIT
disreprivalizes [11:43 PM]: Sighted
disreprivalizes [11:43 PM]: what's wrong with me?
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:43 PM]: It's a question worthy of much debate.
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:43 PM]: I think the answer is that you're not in Chicago.
disreprivalizes [11:43 PM]: I blame society
disreprivalizes [11:44 PM]: I think that is probably a good answer
disreprivalizes [11:44 PM]: I should be a Chi_Town_Cutie
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:45 PM]: Totally
disreprivalizes [11:45 PM]: tell me how chicago rocks
disreprivalizes [11:48 PM]: Your sleight of slightly slighting was sighted
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:53 PM]: I'm tired of the alliteration and the punning.
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:53 PM]: I'm also too tired to tell you how Chicago rocks
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:53 PM]: I'll write a novel, how's that?
disreprivalizes [11:53 PM]: I will never get tired of it
disreprivalizes [11:53 PM]: that's a novel idea
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:53 PM]: STop it!
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:53 PM]: I'm off anyway
Chi_t0wn_h0tti3_1997 [11:53 PM]: Good night.
disreprivalizes [11:53 PM]: I CAN'T!
disreprivalizes [11:53 PM]: Good night
I bet this was hard to read.
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The Presidents of the United States of America
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In Memoriam: A Dying Ember Emblazoned with Dye from a Remembered Distant Memory of Amber(With a dead ancient mosquito preserved inside it)
I remember first seeing a video in some sort of computer class in the 7th or 8th grade on the instructors monitor. I don't know why he showed us that. I have like three memories from that class. There was a programme we were learning to use where you and another student could interact with an environment in real time! So you could draw or type to each other. Some girl typed to me what my type was and I said "not ugly". She was not my type. I can't remember my third memory.
I have a terrible memory.
There is a ton of stuff my younger sister remembers from way back when that I have no recollection of. I don't really have a lot of childhood memories from before a certain childhood age. For example: before moving to El Paso and after living in Highland Park we lived in a transitionary house in Van Nuys for 6 months when I was 10 or 11. I remember there was a neighbor with a police scanner and a bunch of baseball cards. He came into the house once and gave my dad a bunch of them? I don't know why he did that. There was a delicious Tommy's near the house which was probably great! I remember playing with my dog Yuma, R.I.P., playing with this rubber great white shark squeak toy. And lastly, I remember the earthquake, of course.
That is the complete sum of my memories from the house. I don't remember what my parents room look like, at all. I only remember
(I typed a little bit after this point and then I somehow in a two or three button combination using only my left hand and pressing only one button at a time, I closed the browser. How did I do that?! Autosave! Harrowing.)
my sisters room from the context of looking in during the earthquake.
So, what is this just me? who has like 15 memories from before they were 10? I will list them someday. Or is everyone more or less like this? I am also terrible with names. I hear them say their name and think "remember this name" and by the end of the short conversation I can't remember the name. I couldn't remember the name of the lady I work directly under for like 2 weeks. Is it just because she's boring and unimportant? Next to myself hardly anyone is worth remembering anyways? This is probably the case. I think I'm just better at figuring things out than remembering them. And if I learn it over a couple of times I'll remember it. Also, I can't remember characters names from books until a way's through which is sometimes annoying. Especially when there's a lot of characters.
I'm going to start reading more. Starting today. I will finish this Einstein biography and get to work on the other books I've purchased but never finished. This makes me regret buying Infinite Jest and Ulysses. I should just read a bunch of short books because having read a lot of books is more impressive than having read a few long books. Like the Count of Monte Cristo and Atlas Shrugged a.k.a. the worst book ever written. When I'm at work all I think about is stuff I could be doing at home, like reading books, but then I get home and can't motivate myself to get off of this computer. Stop looking at message boards and facebook!
So anyways, Presidents of the United States really reminds me of Napster. I miss Napster. I used to listen to midi files of songs for a little while before realizing somewhere that I could download the actual songs.
I also can't remember how I met my friends for the first time!! DAMN IT!!
I remember meeting Manny Gonzalez in the 7th or 8th grade but he moved away in like a year.
I probably met Ricky Pendell by him being a dick to me in High School Freshman Year but then later he cut that shit out. Then we talked a bunch in Senior Year some sort of computer class and made hilarious PowerPoint presentations. Sorry, Ricky! You were a dick at first! Because it was freshman year band and you associated with James? Patton and he would always sit like he was flexing his pecs.
I remember meeting Isela in person at a used bookstore and she was sick which would be a recurring theme in Isela's life. I met her online, I think, by posting something hilarious on some El Paso livejournal community.
I don't know a lot of people though, so this isn't a great list. Most I just know from being friends with someone who knew them.
What can I do to improve my memory? Drugs? Probably drugs. I'm going to start doing some drugs.
From elementary school in California I remember Lynette. She was in each of my classes until she left to Taiwan in 4th grade. I left to El Paso in that grade. I remember I had a friend name Jose who apparently was my best friend I always talked about but I don't actually remember him. I bet Lynette is writing a Taiwanese LiveJournal entry about me right now. Would you like to hear about Lynette?
There was also a girl name Rosa who, as fate would have it, I would meet again in El Paso. But that's a story for another day.
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A New Life on Lease
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Today I began to contract a depressive cabin fever from being in my house since about 6 p.m. friday, I think. So, roundabout 12 o'clock in the moring, afternoon or noon (because it might have been before or after 12, you see [or maybe{but more unlikelyly} at the stroke of 12]), I finished this sentence. Now, this story is not incredibly interesting. I realize this so get ready for some VISUAL AIDS!!
First stop was Savers, which is to Goodwill what some other similar secondhand store with more interesting things is to Goodwill. I was hoping to find a hooded sweatshirt but there were none which had zippers . I looked at the ties for a second before I remembered I don't have a reason to ever wear a tie. I tried on some colorful shirts in a tiny claustrophobic dressing "room". It's a good thing the dressing room was in a large store so it didn't freak out!! HEYOH!!! This entry is officially a raging success! A raging hard success!
The shirts weren't cool enough for me so I ripped them off and wandered aimlessly, listening hiply to my portable music device which I don't usually like to do because I like to eavesdrop but I didn't really feel like acknowledging other people today. I saw this really cool painting. Let me try to describe it to you, please.
 It was done in like a comic style? Where the colors between the lines were one color. If you can understand what I mean, here. Mabe it was watercolor. It was of a town with a, say, three story building with siding, a ridged roof, and the road with people doing whatever they were doing and such. I thought about checking the price but I had some things in my hand. After I looked at some other paintings for a while I looked to my right and saw an empty space on the shelf. I had already forgotten what was there but I was filled with a sense of dread. I saw a sinister old lady with some paintings in her cart. She was wearing a pointed triangle hat and was also buying a broomstick. Her eyes were dead and her fingernails were also dead; dead as her dead hair and eyes. She was already walking down an aisle so I walked down the next aisle stealthily to catch her at the end. I looked in her cart and saw it and remembered that I was thinking of going back and forth on whether I should buy it. Well, seeing it in her cart caused me to realize instantly that I did want it. A lot! She also had a long nose with a wart on it and wanted to transform all the children of the world into mice by poisoning chocolate. I hope a house falls on her.
The painting kind of looked like this crappy painting, but much better and more hustle and bustle going on.
I did buy these two gems.
VROOOM!!
I don't know what kind of terrorist message this is sending in this one. It looked like a wrapper put into the frame. I just bought it for the frame, anyways.
These pictures are probably too big. Buy a bigger monitor, cheapskate. I don't want poor people reading this.
I decided that I would make it up to myself and show that old witch whore by buying something even grander at Goodwill. For those of you unfamiliar with Goodwill, it is akin to Neiman Marcus but requires an exclusive membership you can only acquire by reading this sentence to find out how to acquire it. For those of you who are familiar with it, I'm obviously lying.
The had bunch of nothing and I was about to walk out I saw a sign showing todays discounts. and behind it I saw treasure!
For those of you who can't read, the one on the left says "PRESIDENT" and the one on the right says "PAST PRESIDENT". Of what? YOU DECIDE!
I am now taking applications for Past President. I, of course, will be wearing the president pin. If you are chosen I will need an address to send it to and you will be able to start reaping all the respect and rewards due to an OI, or possibly IO, Past President.
Please submit the following:
Name:
Full Name:
Last Name:
Region you would like to have your title applied to:
Why you think you deserve this prestigious title:
What you think OI, or IO, stands for (note: I just looked up the actual meaning to this and if you dare dispel the mystery surrounding this pin you will not only be disqualified, you will be hunted down using the address you foolishly provided and have TWO of your pins AND titles stolen from you in the dead of the night and donated to your local Goodwill):
Your current address:
How you plan to take advantage of your newfound status, if chosen:
I also bought this deal.
DIEU ET MON DROIT
For those of you who can't read AND don't understand french, it translates to "God and my right", the motto which appears on the British Royal Crest. Basically what this means is the the wearer of this pin possesses the Divine Right to rule.
All of that is explained here, though you have to read between the lines a bit.
It's amazing. Only in America can you be feeling lousy in the morning and by the afternoon posses a Divine Right to be President of the OI.
Then, I went to a National Computer chain, a bookstore and cafe, and a center which sells musical instruments.
Please get your applications in before the deadline.
also,
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I want to someday be walking up the stairs in some run-down house and have one of the steps give way under my foot. Because I've seen this happen in movies several times(not several times per movie, though(Maybe in The Money Pit but I don't remember that movie)). It happened in Fight Club, for one, and I saw it in some other movie earlier.
CHRISTMAS MUSIC!
I especially like these songs, right now.
Aaron Neville - Such a night
Charles Brown - Please Come Home for Christmas
Mariah Carey!! - All I want for Christmas is You
Tom Petty - It's Christmas All Over Again
And more! Please, if you read this, list some loved christmas songs.
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Two Fridays ago a funny thing happened and so I am going to tell you about it here. You see, my brother had come to visit on his what they call 'leave' from what I call 'Iraq' and my sister was also coming down for what is called Thanksgiving and also her birthday which happened to coincide this year. To protect the innocent I will refer to my brother as 'Sergio', my sister as 'Cristina' and her boyfriend as 'Devon even though his real first name is Carlos because that's just what my sister calls him' or just 'Devon'. You see, because this was the momentous occasion where my sister brings her boyfriend home to meet the parents for the very first time!
Now I know what you're all thinking. "But Carlos! Mexicans don't celebrate Thanksgiving! They celebrate Cinco de Mayo!" Well that's just not true on two different counts. You are ignorant and rude. Now let me finish. "Birthdays?" Yes, we also celebrate those only we call them something else.
Thanksgiving went off fine. Lots of food and family and this 'Devon' character seemed like an okay guy. I don't really know what he does now that I think about it. Besides lift some massive weights, I guess. I mostly just tried to avoid him as he falls into the category of "people I don't yet know" and so also the category "people I'm not interested in knowing because I don't like people". The second set coincides about 95% with the first. There are some celebrities who I guess I'd like to get to know.
You know what? VENN DIAGRAM
That should show you my commitment to not finishing this story. I almost quit after all that. Back to my point. I would like to meet Tina Fey but she's married. I don't think we could work through that.
That's fine. Thanksgiving was good. We all went to sleep and we will celebrate the birthday party tomorrow. The theme? Barbie!
LJ CUT!!!
Just kidding.
So after much worrying by my mother (who I'll refer to as my mother), brother and myself over this, especially about what Ken looks like, we finally were ready to go after a trip to a local Savers secondhand store. The people start arriving and I guess 'Barbie theme' means to them 'Dress up nice' because no one looked even close to barbie or ken. My sister's outfit was fucking BLACK. I had this cream-colored sweater to tie around my shoulders and everything and my mother didn't even put on her full ensemble she was so depressed by the turnout. Devon seemed to think 'Barbie theme' meant 'Jersey Guido' with his hair done in the appropriate fashion and a black shirt that displayed his impressive upper body. But still, he's a nice guy. I'm just being a dick.
The party gets underway. I am playing RockBand with my out-of-town cousins and her friends and then it's time to sing Happy Birthday. At this point my out-of-town Aunt is embarassingly wasted drunk. She tells me she's going to make an announcement and thank everyone for being here because she's the 'young, hip aunt' and needs to feel like she's part of my sister's group of friends. She asks me to play guitar after her speech so I say I will and walk away. I feel bad for her kids and then my sister wants to get out of here and go to a bar.
There was this moment when I was in my room lending a guy a shirt to get in when my aunt bust in and tackled this guy on my bed and almost hurt my ukulele. As I was getting ready to leave it seemed like she was hanging back a little too far and I suspected that if I walked out at that point she would try to make out with this kid on my bed in my room. I felt a little sick and so I just pushed her out ahead of me.
THE END.
Okay, finally we are getting to the middle of the story. We go to a bar, I go because my sister asks and it's her birthday and also to be Designated Driver so my brother can also enjoy himself, i.e. Get Drunk.
This place is lame at first. Why does the DJ play only 15 seconds of the song before he changes to the next one? Why are there hip young kids here but also old and balding fat dudes in jeans? What is the target demographic here? Now the DJing has stopped and a live spanish cover band is playing? I just am not getting it so we find a table and I am happy I can sit there and drink me up some HEAVY cranberry juices. Like five or six of them. I do have pictures of this night and my outfit but the camera is not here. Maybe some other time. Everyone eventually starts enjoying themselves and it turns out to be a good night out. Then they start leaving. Eventually it's just 'Sergio', 'Cristina', my in-town cousin, two of my sisters guy friends, and two of her fat girl friends, one of whom I've met before because she seems like the kind of person who has to have me like them because they're fat and fat people are just like that sometimes.
OKAY READ FROM HERE
So, I'm sitting there all night, minding my own business when from across the bar comes flying a bottle and the bottle strikes and breaks against my leg. I see my sisters Boyfriend and Friend start yelling up at some guys then the bouncers escort some guys out and I figure that's the end of it. At this point I am pretty bummed out because there's beer all down my pant leg and I should have been the last person in the bar to get a bottle thrown at him. Because I was doing nothing the whole time! Then I cut my finger on some glass.
So, I go to the bathroom to see if I can stop the bleeding somehow and also because I need to use the bathroom and I see my sister on the way. Hey! She's looking worried and asks me to follow her outside to find her Boyfriend (who I've started refering to as 'Boyfriend'). We're gettinh out and we see a ruckus off to the side. A lot of bouncers and my sisters boyfriend and friend a little mussed up. She tells me to go get my brother so I do. They say the cops are coming and the boyfriend kind of goes around back and my brother goes to get him. I go inside for some reason I can remember and when I come outside her boyfriend is on the ground with cops on top of him getting tased.
He's getting tased with a taser by the cops and he looks angry.
My sister is there telling him to calm down and telling the cops to stop and the cop on top of him is pretty pissed already because he probably had a hard time keeping the weightlifting champ down so he says, "get her away from here!" to the other cop followed closely by "You know what, arrest her!" and so the cop starts putting her in cuffs and she is yelling "For what?! What did I do?!". Then she tells me to go get her purse inside and we can't find Sergio because he went around back and this is really something he should be aware of.
So I go inside and can't find her purse and then head to the toilet room. It's a strange feeling. My sister is getting arrested and I really need to find my brother but I really have to go after all those Cranberry Juices. I'm in the bathroom and I feel like I shouldn't be so calm but I don't know how I should emote under these circumstances. Maybe I should mutter, "c'mon... C'mon..." like I am impatient with my own bladder. So I go back outside finally and my brother is there looking pissed as hell. When my brother gets angry it is a scary thing. His eyes were literally red. The whites, not the pupils or anything. I was afraid he was going to punch a cop or something. He didn't calm down until he punched the drainage gutter coming down off the building, denting it and messing up his hand. Anyways, the cop tells us she'll be out in an hour.
SO
What we eventually learn happened was this: A drunken fellow was falling down but was caught by Devon and placed back up. To thank Devon for his gracious deed he smashed a glass over his head. And then Devon, who was drinking a bottle of beer, threw his beer bottle at the guy who hit him. Have you pieced it together?? He threw the beer bottle that hit me!!
As far as first impressions on parents on thanksgivings go, getting yourself and their daughter locked up has to rate pretty low, especially when you threw a bottle at the brother. Not to mention getting her locked up on her birthday celebration.
Apparently it could have ended at the bottle throwing but RoidRage had to try to get back in and act like a tough guy with the bouncers and probably hit one.
The rest of the night was spent being told my sister would get out in about an hour to an hour-and-a-half on several different occasions. Eventually they told us, around 5, that they didn't know when she'd get out and they'd call which messed with our plans on leaving my sister's lock-up out of the story we told our parents. We get home, get two hours of sleep, then get a call at 0730 that my sister is in lock-up and will be out in about an hour-and-a-half. Around 4PM she's finally out.
She bailed him out and it was pretty funny thinking how awkward the rest of his stay would be. It was also pretty funny thinking about how awkward it will be when he has to come back down for his court date.
So that's my story. I get to say someone threw a bottle at and broke a bottle against me now if anyone wants to trade bar stories with me. My previous greatest bar story was probably seeing a guy with a bloody bottle-battered head get escorted out while I was playing on-stage. I really do live a wild rock star life.
The next week I was DD again for my brother who was shipping out the next day and some fat chick started talking to my while I waited outside and forced her number upon me which I deleted the next day. I did say "no, I probably won't call you" which I thought would be enough but it wasn't.
I'm sorry if I offended anyone by saying "fat chicks" a lot.
That's a long entry, there. Which is why I should post more often in bite-sized installments to get my pagecount hits up.
Now everyone is gone back home or to war but at least I got a cool sweater out of it to keep me company here.
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What's up? Waaaaaaaaazzzzzzzuuuuuuuuuup. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzzuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuppp.
Today I didn't do jackson shit. Oh well. I did do jack shit, actually. Whatever.
At the xerox place where I occasionally work when I feel up to it there is sometimes a coworker there who I hate but who still draws my sympathy because of his pathetic hopes and dreams. You see, he was telling me that he hates his job pretty much and is looking to quit when his pyramid scheme pans out. He doesn't know it's a pyramid scheme because his title is 'Referring Travel Agent' and he even has a business card to go with the scheme. I guess they're covered in the $450 startup fee and the $50 a month. Shit, what an idiot. From what he's told me I think his job consists of asking nicely if people he knows could go to his site and enter him as a referral if they are planning on traveling sometime. So, you're doing all the booking but he gets a cut? And I think he also gets money from conning his gullible family members and co-workers into also joining. It just makes me feel sad for the guy because he's waiting on this to be able to quit, because I'm sure some speaker at some seminar told everyone how rich they were even though they are rich from speaking at seminars and taking these peoples money and not from the actual program, but I know it will never happen.
And him and the other typesetter are always complaining about how everyone complains but them. Seriously, a lot. Way too much. It's not cute!
Whatever. I'm tired. Right?
So.
I was gifted this nice leather journal with musical notation on the front so I guess I'll write in there about band things and music things I think of that probably won't interest anyone else. And also to badmouth people without a chance of them reading it. So look out! World!
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It can't get no worse.
Tuesday was a good day. Since I had nothing to do I decided to do it away from my house. I woke up early (10 a.m.), did some laundry so I could go out clean, made myself breakfast, showered and left. All with minimal television/computer interruption. I did burn myself a cd because the illegal version I downloaded was not in a format itunes recognized and also the sound quality is much cleared and louder than through the fm transmitter I would have had to use.
So off I went, enjoying my drive and wishing I had somewhere even further to drive, and eventually arrived downtown. I decided to go to the El Paso Museum of Art, or EPMA as I like to call it, because it is free. I am not that into looking at art but I tried not to let that keep me from enjoying myself. I skipped the downstairs portion because it is the Chicano or Southwest or Mexican-American part of it (Donated largely by Cheech Marin? True story!) because I'm tired of that kind of art already, living in El Paso. I guess I get it. They want art that is representative of us here. But so what? I'd like to see something new. There were some pretty interesting works though, to be fair. They weren't all Diego Rivera knock-offs.
There was this mother-daughter pair there who it kept ending up behind and was afraid they would think I was stalking. I even sat down on one of the video exhibits and read for a while from Scene Weekly to see what else was going on in el paso. Two video exhibits were bad; one, by Zeque Penya, was interesting. I'm afraid to say 'good' because I don't know a lot about art and I'm afraid one of you will get upset that I think I know what I'm talking about. I'm pretty sure you'd agree if you saw them though that they were bad. Or at least I'm sure I could convince you. Probably by saying noncommittal things like, "You like that? really? huh," and you'd backtrack like, "Well, I mean some aspects of it are interesting." and I would say, "Maybe to a child or to a blind man seeing for the first time in 30 years." Or maybe to a Mexican who sees a hispanic name as the artist.
But I kept ending up behind them, is what I was trying to get to. Also, I looked at the whole spacious open local art exhibit as a work of art in itself because I'm deep as shit. and I liked the baroque area. Their paintings look just like the subject!
I left and decided not to go to the other nearby museums because I was all museum'd out. I walked in the direction away from where I was parked and looked at some big statue of someone who found the pass to the north for a second and then wandered around downtown. I went to Dave's Pawn Shop and was dismayed to find the Blues Brothers were no longer in front of the store. Elvis was still there, though. Also still there, the alleged finger of Pancho Villa($9,500) and the Crucified Baby Vampire Heart($3,000? I don't remember). I wasn't aware babies could be vampires! I guess we have the olden tymes to thank for that. They must have killed them all. Then I went inside to look at all the Nazi Memorabilia, the life-sized Hulk Hogan statue, the mummy, medical butt-plugs, and musical instruments. They have a huge stack of Clarinet cases and I was going to ask how much they would sell one for but I didn't want to ruin my day with speaking to someone.
I left and wandered again and I came upon a mysterious building called "The Mansion". The windows were all boarded up and there was a sign on the door that said something akin to "for emergency purposes only". What is that place? Google doesn't help so it must be haunted or something. I walked a couple of blocks and came upon a guy who might have been homeless and I asked him, "What is the deal with that The Mansion building?" His eyes glazed over as if recalling distant painful memories and he told me, "Ain't been no mansion there for quite sometime. In fact, that mansion been dead since a year ago this night!" With sudden dread welling up in the pit of my stomach I looked back and clearly it was still standing there.
I walked through the bus terminal, past the fire station, and up the back up the convention center. Did I mention I took pictures?!
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[30 Jun 2008|12:31am] |
I have a bad feeling all of a sudden.
Like I haven't done anything and will not be able to do anything.
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| Back in the Saddle Again |
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That's a country song. I guess it means that he was in the saddle, came off the saddle, got back in the saddle, got off it again, then back on it again? Why'd you get off twice if it's so great? He never really says. Maybe if I'm being so literal about the title I should also take "back in the saddle" literally. So that would mean it's his third time riding in the saddle. But who writes a song about their third time doing something? That's not very interesting. Let's move on.
I recently played in a cd release show with my band at Club 101, a venue normally reserved for acts that have already peaked and are on their way into obscurity, e.g., Smash Mouth and Sugarcult (who we opened for once there). They also have a Cougar Night, occasionally.
A pretty fun night. I cleaned up nicely and wore a jacket and a tie as they wanted to dress up for the show. I think I'll only do that for important shows from now on like how Seinfeld only wears suits on his. Or how older mexican guys wear their nicest denim shirts when they go to court.
My least favorite part was at the end when everybody's family and a few friends wanted group pictures. I kept thinking we were done and started walking away only to get jerked back annoyedly and annoyingly. I'm the one with the right to be annoyed! I'm the Star!! I don't like taking pictures.
But it was great.
If anyone is interested, the album is, currently on iTunes, available for purchase. Maybe an uneccessary use of commas but I think it still works.
Even more recently we played a much more eventful show for El Paso Magazine's Annual Best of El Paso Party at the beautiful Grace Gardens. For this show I was severely underdressed. Our mayor was there presenting such prestigious prizes as Best Place to Buy Tires, Best Frame Shop, and Best Tack Store.
I'm picking the lamest awards for humorous purposes. Sorry to ruin it for you! To be fair, they also had an award for Best El Pasoan which was also won by the man who won Best Philanthropist. Best Website went to www.newspapertree.com which, along with El Paso Magazine, is part of the El Paso Media Group. For Television: Best Morning Show, Best Afternoon Show, Best Evening Newscast, Best Female Anchor, Best Male Anchor, Best Meteorologist, and most importantly, Hottest Female Reporter or Anchor all went to KVIA.
Best Philanthropist? I guess you can be the best without being the biggest. Maybe the biggest philanthropist donated great amounts of money to Save the Strays (while at the same time still keeping they stray) or the Teach The Homeless to Eat Other Homeless School for the Hungry Hungry Homeless. A German-Run camp that helps people overcome Attention Deficit Disorder. Everyone pitch in!
Let's talk more about the party. There were vendors from all over with booths inside and outside under tents that dispensed free food and free things that might not have been food. I only got to the classification of 'not free food' before I decided to move on. Even the bands got a table outside under the tents! The sign they had printed for us read 'Alphabeter'. That is misspelled, for those of you who are not fans. We had set up our merchandise(i.e. shirts, cd's and buttons) and reprinted our name on the back of the sign. Singer Pablo related a story unto me upon which the elderly asked questions such as "where are you located" because they didn't know we were not a business. So they wrote "(A Band)" on the sign.
Our stage was at a right angle to the building the awards were being presented in and the outdoor vendor tents, surrounded by water except for a grassy walkway at the diagonal splitting the vendor areas. So several people walked by the entrance but no one walked into the area because a 15 second detour from the free things and most people aren't willing to make that commitment. Everything was run by a gas-powered generator behind the stage.
We were the third band to go up and before they did they helpfully turned on the lights connected to the generator as it was growing dark. We played our first song to the friends and family who decided to show up and to a few of the members of the other performers when the power cut out. The generator had been running pretty much all day, it seems. So they brought over a very long extension cord to allow us to play in the dark to our friends.
At our back was a huge Best of El Paso banner as well as high-winds. The winds caused a corner to come off and envelop our drummer so a friend decided to help and tear the banner down. It was then we noticed the banner was blocking most of the wind. So we played another dramatic song in the dark, heavy winds blowing at our backs, occasional lightning strikes in the distance.
Then we cut our set short. It would have made a cool music video, though.
I hate El Paso Media Group!! Why did you even invite us to play?! So we stole the banner.
Long entry.
I finished that music book. I learned that music probably predates language. Satan also predates language, friends. Coincidence? I also learned listening to/performing music uses more areas of the brain than probably anything else. Mozart doesn't really make you smarter. And a bunch of other interesting things I will probably never get to use to impress people in any natural conversation.
I also learned that we should probably target kids around 14 years old because the music you hear around that time stays with you until you die. So, in the movie The Notebook, when the old lady starts playing a piano without sheet music, it doesn't necessarily mean that she isn't losing her mind enough so that she should be suffocated by a giant indian. It's just the brain man. It's complicated.
"It's just the brain man. It's complicated" is my new go to response.
People I Currently Hate: Glenn Beck and Ben Stein
Here's an AOL Instant Messenger Conversation to end with!
disreprivalizes (12:18:35 AM): "Ischemic Carlos! Smoker of the Panatela!" disreprivalizes (12:18:41 AM): That's who! sideshowizel (12:18:45 AM): ischemic! sideshowizel (12:19:00 AM): that means you have lack of blood! sideshowizel (12:19:08 AM): i learned that in medical school! how about that! disreprivalizes (12:19:16 AM): Medical School finally pays off!!
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| Hello Again |
[08 Jun 2008|11:14pm] |
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What's new, livejournal? You look the same to me. Oh wait, I can mark it as having adult content? Why would I do that? There are no repercussions, are there? Another example of the man trying to get us to self-censor ourselves using scare-tactics, disinformation and misinformation! And uninformation! All the bad types of information. No wonder I haven't been here.
I just checked 'No Adult Content' and in an act of defiance I'm going to type this: I don't even know how much I have invested in my 401k at this point.
So a lot has happened since I last typed here. For example, Barrack Obama is in the news a lot. Apple is coming out with a new iPhone. There has been a new trailer for The Dark Night. The Carlos of January wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of todays increasingly fast-paced world. But since I wasn't unconscious for 5 months I adapted quite well. I even solved a cryptoquote.
In the music area of my life things have been going good. We have completed our album which we decided to name, on my suggestion, 'Eponymous Debut' and let me tell you, it's a hit. Critics everywhere agree. Our album title is already coming up with over 200,000 hits on google. Mixing and Mastering was done by a unique character known as Stickle. He listens to a wide range of music but somehow still manages to hate most of the music you bring up. Maybe he liked their earlier stuff. That guy had a lot of contrasting opinions but usually we didn't argue with him because he always seemed so convinced already.
There was one time were we all argued about evolution (all 4 members were usually present at the sessions, 1 had made a remark in the past, I remember, that he didn't believe in evolution and he was not really involved in the debate) that we decided not to let go right away. He is very skeptical of everything about evolution, from the evolutionists to the creationists and intelligent design-ists. They're all wrong. So, he made a bunch of bad arguments and we made a bunch of good ones but when the other party assumes all the facts are made up by scientists to reinforce their own leanings what can you say? Sometimes you just need to have faith in the scientists. You just need to look into your heart and you will feel that what they are saying is the truth. That's what separates us from those ignorant intelligent design supporters.
But he did a good job and besides that was a nice guy. He entertained us with long stories about his seedy past and we would make bizarre jokes that he would try to not laugh at because that would kind of ruin his image. We did make him laugh out loud at least twice I think because we are all better humorists than musicians.
More music news: I'm pretty great at the ukulele now. I Tiptoe Through the Tulips with the best of them. Next, I'd like a banjo, thank you! I learned to play it at the local Guitar Center and texted a recording to several people knowing it will get passed on further to their complete phone book and on and on in the fashion of a virus.
I also am reading a book called "This is Your Brain on Music" that is very interesting despite the title. It's about the psychology , neuroscience, etc. of music. Why we like certain aspects of music, where the different aspects are processed in the brain, etc. etc. etc. There is a large amount of etc. involved in the book. While a lot of it is a drawn-out way of saying "because you were conditioned to like it" if you think about it, there are still a lot of other interesting things. For example, did you know that Rock and Roll was created by the devil? Did you know that I'm bored with music already? Let's move on.
I read this other book about a man who lives a year interpreting the bible as literally as possible. It was ok. Easy to read. They guy is kind of annoying. I hope he loses his children in some sort of accident.
My sister wants me to start going to church. I said I'd try but I haven't. Probably because I have better things to do on a Sunday morning like sleep. Then some Mormons came over and I told them I'd try to read their joke of a bible. They told me they know there's a god because they feel him when they ask if he exists. I told them I'd tried that before and didn't feel anything. So back off, Mormons losers! Go back to your excessively friendly church and happy homes!! Who needs to be that upbeat all the time? Not me. I hope they lose their faith if something tragic, which I also hope, happens to their children.
Maybe I should try something religious again, though. What do you think kids?!
In my non-music-related life there is nothing much to tell but I'll probably try to tell it anyways, later, in future installments. This was just a primer entry. My next entries are going to grow more and more exciting and adult-themed as they will be chronicling my rock rise to fame and fortune. So stay tuned!
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Hello again livejournal planet. It's 2008 in case you haven't noticed and the y2k bug still hasn't hit though I still haven't lost hope. I really need the end of the world to start already so that I can stop worrying about my future. I'll give it a couple more years and then I'm changing horses to the 2012 mayan new cycle thing. It will be weird changing thought process from technological apocalypse to spiritual awakening but I don't really care as long as it decides my future for me. I think I would prefer the new-age end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it because I'd probably learn to astrally project myself and say 'boo!' a lot.
I know all about this 2012 thing because I've read a few chapters of this book by Daniel Pinchbeck. He talks about getting high with a lot of native tribes from around the world in the first chapters to let you know that he has a spiritual connection. It's interesting, I don't really agree with everything he says, and I probably won't finish it because I can't seem to finish books anymore. At least 5 of the last books I bought, I think. I'll finish them someday though. Like 'Infinite Jest'. My new years resolution is to finish that book at some point in my life. Unless the Armageddon is upon us, and then you can't really blame me for not fulfilling the resolution.
My new years was pretty lackluster to say the least. To say a moderate amount: It was boring. I was stuck because it was the first new years that my immediate family had been together in a while(over a year[also, over 4 years, probably]) and I was expected to spend it with everyone even though we all knew I would probably retreat somewhere to be alone. My little cousin brought guitar hero III over so the beginning was off to a good start. Etc.
Now I'm here but time doesn't exist apparently according to some physicists and scientist types(who might be right) and new-age transcendentalist hippies(probably wrong) so I guess I should say 'here I'm here'. I think locations still exist. Maybe on 2012 we'll all evolve to see past the illusion of time but then things would get pretty boring. Pretty easy though. I hope most people evolve that way but I stay the same because then they'd probably leave me alone knowing that what's going to happen will happen anyways. And I'll know something is going to happen anyways so I won't worry too much about consequences since I'll know they really don't exist in a world where all time exists at once and the flow of it is just an illusion. Hey, like Tralfamadorians from Kurt Vonnegut's books. He's dead by the way.
I was going to give my current state of affairs after the 'Now I'm here...' bit but I didn't, as you might have noticed if you were paying attention. Damn, I just broke my 'Think Green' non-environmentally friendly wristband from National Envelope I got a a printing supplies open house where they had free food that I went to on one of the two times I actually accepted to go out to eat with my co-workers during my 3 month stint working at the Xerox Business Solutions Print Shop. Every other time I went through the drive-through window of whatever fast-food joint(Carl's Jr. most of the time since it was the closest) and then drove under a tree in a different parking lot, ate, and occasionally listened to Car Talk on NPR or napped.
Well, I guess I just wasn't meant to share my current status with you all so I will just let you know what my I currently am not right now. Famous or Rich. And that's what we all care about anyways, right? And by 'we' I mean 'you(plural)' because I'm not that shallow. I read new-age shit. I'm above that shit. Actually, I'm above all this new-age shit, too. I'm so far above it I'm in the vacuum of space. I can't be wrong there. There is nothing to be wrong about. And shit.
I have a ukulele now.
I'm going to transcend now. See you (later).
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| California, There I Went pt. 2 |
[05 Dec 2007|08:54pm] |
I went to California, hearing that everything's warmer there. Also, I'm a non-conformer.
It was a very nice relaxing trip and I ate my fill of delicious Tommy's chili burgers and chili fries. I even bought new shoes at an outlet mall. These are some pretty nice shoes, too. I can go to work in these shoes without worrying if they look nice enough. Of course, I didn't worry before with my more casual shoes either. Of course, also, I don't have a job. I had planned a week vacation and they decided to let me go that friday before the vacation would start. But they loved me there. They only let me go because of budget problems. I was the best typesetter you have ever seen. I mastered Microsoft Publisher and Adobe Whatever-It-Was. Oh yeah. Adobe Illustrator. But it's all over now. Time to move on.
From California, I picked up a bunch of old records that used to belong to my mom and dad and so now I guess I'll start a record collection. From my mom, a lot of R&B. Al Green, Diana Ross, Earth, Wind & Fire, Bobby Vinton??, etc. And country from my dad. Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, George Straight, etc. and some others. There is even Santa Esmeralda! The song "Don't let me be misunderstood" is a lot longer than I had previously believed. So, now I'm a guy with a record collection and will start explaining to everyone why they sound a million times better than CDs, whether you want to hear it or not.
I'm pretty bored.
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What can I say? A lot has happened. Big details like answers to "what do you do?" have changed. Well, I guess just that one detail. Everything else is pretty much the same. Just thought I'd keep you guys updated.
I do have a lot of new opinions on things. Here are some good ones:
-News Anchors Suck
-Radio Sucks. Even NPR, now.
-Politics suck
When I say something 'sucks' I'm usually referring to 'Dick'. I'm not being literal.
Anyways, I decided a minute after I wrote 'Anyways' that I don't actually want to talk about anything, especially not what I was going to talk about and even had typed out before my decision. I don't really want to talk about anything which I guess is not a good topic for an entry. Unless it's about something you don't want to talk about. For example: Some tragedy where someone dies and I say I don't want to talk about it but still talk about it and say I needed to let it all out or say I don't know why I'm telling you all this but... or say that if you are going to know who I am, then I need to talk about it since it's such a huge part of my life, and I owe it to my readers when really I'm just doing it for the sympathy attention. Something like that. But no one as died. I mean, someone has died, now that I think about it. I went to a funeral. But I didn't know him very well and was more saddened by all the sadness than by any feelings of missing the man, since I only really have one memory of him where he took us on a flight in a small plane, he was a pilot, for my brothers and my birthdays, but I had to sit in the back and he sat in the front and got to fly it for a little while which left me kind of bitter.
And so since there is nothing really I would like to talk about, Goodnight.
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[21 Jul 2007|03:03am] |
Tomorrow I will be leaving to San Fransisco. Recently they had an earthquake. Probably because they are afraid of what I will do to it. I will paint it red! I really shouldn't have stayed up this late, but hey, come on.
I'm going with my brother and we have pretty much nothing planned other than the Going To San Fransisco and the Coming Back From San Fransisco parts. Except for seeing Patty Hearst at her Castle in San Simeon on the way up. She better be there and she better be holding a gun.
As I have nothing planned any tips would be appreciated. At work I was told to go to Lombard Street and one guy also said to go to China Town for sushi. Isn't sushi Japanese? What are those Chinese Townians up to? I'll keep an eye on them. If you or anyone you know can give a great tip please message 915 345 9600. No AIDS-ridden Gay Jokes please. Unless they're really funny.
When I get back I'll tell you all about this horrible pair of headphones I bought at wal-mart. They were the worst pair I've ever spent a $25 gift card that I received for being a stand-up worker for! And that is no exaggeration! I'll also tell you a story about how I got to drive a mercedes-benz the last time I went to Coachella back in '06. It was wild!
p.s. at the end of the Harry Potter series, you find out that he is an alien/vampire. Spoiler Alert!
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[17 Jun 2007|09:28pm] |
Hello boys and girls. And a happy father's day to each of you! Looks like it's that time again for my yearly Father's Day entry full of heartwarming tales of fishing and camping and learning to ride a bike. I'll pick up where we left off last year:
"You can't ride a bike over the lake!!" yelled my Dad as I speed towards the dock. I knew that, of course, but there was no other way to get away from The Zombie Bear that was chasing us, of course. Because there is no way to get away from a Zombie Bear, much less THE Zombie Bear. So thinking quickly I concocted a plan using all of the lessons my father had taught me over the camping trip about fishing and bike riding and camping and I guess I made some sort of awesome contraption using the fishing rod, a kerosene lamp, and the gyroscopic effects of my bike to either kill or somehow get away from The Zombie Bear, of course. Then our hearts were really warm.
"Now that was a hair-raising experience" I joked because it was a pun having something to do with whatever I did to The Zombie Bear.
"Yeah," then, of course, joked my Dad, "I guess bikes and fishing do go hand-in-hand", referring to a conversation with The Ranger in the beginning of this tale.
The End
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