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The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Still livin at home, still dreadin work.
Except now I have things on the horizon...going back to Chile in April for the first time since 1995, hopefully heading to greener work related pastures, maybe grad school this fall. Going to Chile is actually nerve-wracking for me because even though I have not ever quite felt like the US is my country I doubt I will feel at home when I get there. Regardless, I have my good reasons for going, mostly my great-grandmother being sick and me wishing to see her before she gets any worse.
So I have an amazing girlfriend whom I adore. She met my parents the other night, we played dominos and she beat us all. I came in second, I had to let her win.
just kidding, but I'm glad we beat my very competitive father.
Oh Angelica, my Aztec princess (she hated it when I called her that once, which is of course the exact correct way for her to react...it's kinda demeaning).
I went to El Paso, TX recently to visit my good friend Arianne a couple of weeks ago. The desert southwest is not to my liking; I don't like the dry air nor do I like the almost complete lack of vegetation BUT I had a ton of fun. Ari + her friends Ann and Ray got me incredibly plastered two of the three nights. The first night they took me to many watering holes (including the coffee shop where Ann works that also sells beer) and of course since I was sloppy drunk a couple of hours in I was yelling ill-advised things like "IS YOUR TRUCK BIG ENOUGH?". I was also introduced to Ray's fear of heights (on a tramway that overlooked THREE STATES AND TWO COUNTRIES), saw a road runner, almost bumped into a guy angrily yelling into a phone in what could have only been a drug deal gone sour, observed from across the border the disgusting economic divide between Mexico and the US-didn't cross into Juarez since the drug violence is insane right now, got reacquainted with most excellent swap meets (though of course there are plenty of those here I still scored a ton of DVDs for 20 dollars), and played Metallica, INXS, Saves The Day and two Type O Negative songs on the jukebox of some hick bar. Most importantly I almost accidentally got into fights with Army dudes and a bouncer at some local club but I 'm sure that one was because they were just too jealous of my moves. In conclusion, booze is much cheaper down there and coming home from a trip is still the best feeling ever.
There comes a point in every young man's life when he sharts for the first time. Tonight was that time for me. How embarrasing.
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| life update |
[07 Jul 2008|10:20pm] |
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I had a graduation party in July. Caution took over the music briefly, put on Hatebreed and a local Sikh man stared us down quite hatefully. Other things happened at this party.
I have seven (7) pimples on my face. WHAT THE FUCK. I AM NOT 15. WHAT?
I lurked some coworkers on facebook. One girl has a picture of her plus friends mobbing Juanes. Such a heartthrob.
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| Debbie Harry was almost 40 in Videodrome. |
[19 Jun 2008|10:46pm] |
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(taken at work) This first week they've had me and the other new caseworker go into the classrooms so that the children and the teachers get to know us. Yeah, I positioned the gorillas but the manufacturers' collective lightbulb didn't go off when they drew them up?
I don't make as much money as I'd like to and the commute sucks. I want to stay positive but PMA was made up by some dudes that were high as fuck.
Funny thing is, I still don't know what I'm doing with my life. Survivin, I guess.
Oh yeah, I'm having a graduation party July 5th. Come over.
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| i wanna meet that dad |
[09 Jun 2008|12:48am] |
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The other day I worked as a day laborer. Well, rather I worked for two days. You see, I got a job with my worthless social sciences degree but the HR department at the community agency I'll be working for (in Pilsen near many of those Chicago Police Dept. blue lights that I'm sure mark awesome neighborhoods) is so swamped and understaffed that I still haven't been called in to start. I want to because I'm wasting space at home and not making money. BUT I DIGRESS. The first day myself, two Mexican dudes -one of whom was 15- and a laid off union worker with nails -fucking nails!- in his ears helped a lady and her elderly father organize their cluttered garage and side yard. It was easy enough and I scored a huge wooden Japanese fan (though it says Made in China on the side) and two bungee cords plus the lady said we worked for an hour and a half longer than we actually had. Good deal. The next day I along with two burly black dudes and a weird skinny James Woods looking dude helped assemble thirty-foot tall industrial shelves in a warehouse and cubicles for the office space. The company that hired us to do this is German and this absolutely anal, mind-numbingly dry humored German guy was breathing down our necks the whole day. Per Euro custom dude did not tip. Fuck that guy. The next day I didn't go because I had enough to pay my credit card bill. Oh yea, I learned a valuable lesson: I am definitely not cut out for manual labor. Will my grown up job be any good? I dunno, I'm actually surprised I got a job this fast. I'll shop around for something better -ya know, MORE LUCRATIVE- but the experience won't hurt me. I want to move to the city come August or September. I want to see things I'll never get to see (i.e. foreign bronze, Klingons, naked girls with purple eyes).
Aadeel and Whitney had their vows ceremony on the shores of Lake fuckin Michigan last week. He asked me to be a groomsman and of course I obliged. Small ceremony and a good time were had by all. I totally did bail for an hour and a half to go see the last Punch In The Face show at the Beat Kitchen. Show was great because I got there when Ebro said "this is our first song", I moshed and dove in a tuxedo then left as soon as it was over. These are pics from the wedding. There are better pics, I'm sure but I've yet to see 'em. I really should've gotten a haircut prior to the wedding, oops.
In other news, I love all of my friends especially the ones I never see. Except you and you and you.
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| sprung |
[05 May 2008|09:40pm] |
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I dunno guys, should I click it?
I graduate on Sunday. Wat?
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[07 Apr 2008|09:16pm] |
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I am fucking overwhelmed with school. I don't have that long left and I just have all this shit to do.
Maybe I shouldn't piss away my weekends on fun things but arggghhhh, when I planned them out it seemed like I had enough time!
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| 2nd great depression |
[17 Mar 2008|07:39pm] |
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"This world's gonna down the shitter unless we clog it, otherwise we are all fucked."
Really, look at the financial news. Scared az fuq.
Aadeel's getting married at the end of May, he asked me to be one of his groomsmen. I haven't been to a wedding in years. I'm not phased by the fact that one of my friends is getting married since he's been with his girl close to 4 years and been living with her for 2. None of the other shitheads I hang with can compare.
I started working out again today. You know, because there's going to be a part of that wedding where I have to wear a bikini and strut my stuff. Or maybe because the other day I got winded running 6 blocks to catch the train home in time. My goal is to get my stamina back to how it was, the aesthetic aspects are nice but they'll follow in time.
I know this is a year old. Don't "late pass" me. I definitely saw it back then. Still good, mostly the "just a band" portion.
What's up livejournal? Yes, I still read you. http://skywardeye.blogspot.com <<< post more on that though.
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| Cut my life into pieces. |
[25 Feb 2008|12:46am] |
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Even though Brainwashed is over I think those dudes are my best friends. I almost never get to see them though, which is a bummer. We played 3 songs last night just for kicks. It was the best.
I am doing a lot of things at school and I graduate in May. I think.
The real world looms. The real world is scary.
I think there's a Matchbox 20 song called "The Real World".
Templeton on The Wire is a dork. He's gonna get found out.
I don't like McNulty either. Marlo's a bad-ass, though.
I'm 21 but when it comes to romantic and quasi-romantic relationships I'm 16, MAYBE 17.
gray Midwest skies
make me forlorn
that very thing
for which I yearn
figure of speech
it's beyond my reach
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| Günther and the Sunshine Girls |
[07 Jan 2008|04:24pm] |
Ok, how did I miss out on this phenomenon? The songs are definitely only about sex and "the Sunshine Girls" are interchangeable (and sometimes there's a third one?) and it's all sort of very stupid but...WOW. I guess they played Chicago December 16th. I would've gone.
Seriously watch the videos.
http://www.myspace.com/gunthermusic
PS
The Mongoloids are the HC version of this guy. That's the best analogy I can come up with. Both are equally awful when only the music is considered but both are equally groundbreaking when their live show (for the Mongoz) and videos (for Günther) are considered. I've spoken.
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| feeble mind. get lobot |
[06 Jan 2008|01:53am] |
Do I neglect this thing or what?
While laying on the beach in Florida last week (and attempting to sleep, following an 18 hour drive to Daytona) my sister called me to inform me that my green card had come in the mail along with my parents'. All I have to say is: fucking finally. No longer am I constrained to the lower 48. As Iliana said, I can now marry for love. ha!
Brainwashed is over. We jumped on a show last second tonight and played one of our best sets. The dream is dead. I loved every moment when we played and all the hangouts but I did not enjoy us too much outside of a live setting. Bigger, better things to follow? Maybe.
When I set out to write this entry I had a ton of things that I wanted to let people in on but I'll refrain. I'm lazy and that is detrimental to the quality of my life. This is my last semester prior to graduation and I am not ready, in fact I feel far less ready to "enter the real world" than I did even a year ago. I can't go on like this, man. I should go get help already (lawl). plus the loneliness factor, can't cope. maybe i'll go cry myself to sleep, no screamo. at least i have my family and friends. thnx guyze.
there was a store in daytona called "down with the clown store", no faygo.
this is an ever so attractive picture of me in a hotel room. the hotel owner was a prick, long story.
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[22 Oct 2007|08:41pm] |
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I keep forgetting to mention that I got a voice mail from someone claiming to be from the Streamwood Police Department 2 (3?) Saturdays ago. The prank was that I had to go in for questioning because I had stolen books from the library. Yawn.
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| housekeepin |
[18 Oct 2007|07:55pm] |
This whole business with the Suicide File reunion show tickets is beyond ridiculous. Watching all these nerdy kids on the b9 go apeshit over it was like a trainwreck (don't wanna stare but you can't look away). They shouldn't have announced that they were playing until a week before the show, I would've gone anyway.
I could marry Natalie Portman's voice.
I haven't been posting because I've been multi-slacking. I've also been writing in this crazy bound journal that I got as a high school graduation present. It's a very private journal. So many secrets u guyz, you can't ever know what girls I like!
I have no idea what I'm going to be for Halloween. Brainwashed is playing a Halloween show, blargh. I need a job cause I'll run out of money way too soon at this rate. I have to start looking for an internship for next semester, which I'm actually very excited about.
I can't wait til I can grow a full beard. End of the winter hopefully? I'll look 28, it'll be chill.
Listen to The National, Pulling Teeth, Victor Jara, the new Radiohead, Old Man Gloom and Dinosaur Jr.
Also the other day I got drunk with friends. la dee dah, i'm 21.
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| Try the fried plantains |
[26 Sep 2007|09:35pm] |
So I am now certifiably trained to help people with their citizenship applications.
Oh, the irony.
I have to stop living inside my head.
This video is old but I've rediscovered it.
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[20 Sep 2007|04:22pm] |
Evan came up with this wonderful idea for Earth Sucks 2:
Submit a short blurb (email or through here) about why your love life sucks. I don't care if things are going just A-OK with your partner right now. However, if your partner sucks at giving dome - but loves giving it anyways - do tell. Make it dramatic; I WANT to care about you and your love life in turmoil.
All submissions will obviously be kept confidential and your anonymity will remain intact. All submissions not accepted will be deleted, destroyed, or posted in future bulletins to hype up the next issue.
So far we've gotten one really funny story and some lame ones that are kind of downers. It should be cool in the end.
I said that I'm going to have to come up with something just as cool for half of the zine. Evan says that if I talked about my near-misses I wouldn't even have to write anything else.
Ouch.
Thing is, he's underestimating. If I were to put together all my years of sexual frustration it would be way more than just a zine, it'd be a short film. A short film where everyone watching wants to beat up the protagonist, or at least slap him around a little.
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| dreams, dreams, of when we first started things |
[30 Aug 2007|11:01am] |
Dream 1: My family is watching an old concert on TV. The band is playing at a large auditorium and the lead singer is going into the crowd to get a feel for his fans. He even lets some of them sing. The stairs have lights on them much like the steps at movie theaters. John Hoffman, Aaron Ross and Matt Rolland are all in the audience. Everyone in the audiences is sitting down except for John, who is actually moshing up the steps because the band is Youth of Today. Ray Cappo talks to A*Ross sort of like when talk show hosts go into the crowd to ask questions. Mid-80s style block letters flash Aaron's name on the screen. My uncle changes the channel.
Dream 2: I am in a professional football team. The only other player I remember is Sean Combs aka P. Diddy. I keep pissing him off by insisting on calling him Puff Daddy and asking him how J-Lo is. We are all to get somewhere dressed in our uniforms but for some reason I haven't. I run and I run and I run through the aftermath of a warzone to get to where the uniform is but I can't exactly run well. "Why am I even on this team? I can't believe I haven't been cut." At every turn a strange old Bolivian lady who comes in tow with a child playing a charango sings a haunting Andean song. I don't remember what happened to the uniform but I got into another verbal spat with Puff Daddy.
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[27 Aug 2007|10:41pm] |
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Maybe someday we, as a society, will overcome homophobia. I guess it takes a few idiots at a party to remind me how far we have to go.
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| ram the manparts |
[20 Aug 2007|12:23am] |
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I feel like giving a quick rundown of my past week, given that I've been out of the Midwest (which was great, even though I missed the Punch In The Face show).
Joey's house - watched Meet Joe Black, slept way too little
Flight to FL - pilots got there late, weather fucked me over so I got there an hour late, everyone on the flight was either 5 or 85. What can I expect from a $44 Southwest flight?
Naples/Ft. Myers - The heat wasn't so bad...at first. I suppose one eventually acclimatizes to it. Both days were very laid back, I spent plenty of time in Amanda's pool (especially when I fell into it with my phone). The Weekend Nachos show was good and apparently all the Foods Not Bombs kids were fans of my "hate moshing". People also got hung up on my accent. Yea, we say "Ahk-tober" in Chicago. Get over it. Seeing my friends on tour was a good feeling as I miss them all, mostly Varg. They had run out of tour shirts so they got shirts made that day with Rolland's face on it. I got a 1/1 green shirt, which I cannot wait to sell on ebay in 5 years when all I listen to is Phish. Donaldson's parent's house is quite impressive to say the least but I was much more impressed by his room. I feel like the biggest slob ever compared to him and yes I covet many of his records. I had fun even if I was moved out of my righteous bed 'cause of adolescent indiscretions and there were a couple of no-shows.
NYC- couldn't get ahold of my parents at first due to my non-working phone. Didn't do shit but go to sleep then go to bed. The subway is definitely better than Chicago's. Hanging out with my family was pretty cool because we went and did tourist shit like going to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. We ate at a Little Italy restaurant where the management yelled at the staff in Italian and the staff yelled back in Spanish. Since I didn't have a place to stay (great planning, huh?) the next day and the Muñozes were leaving the next morning I brilliantly decided to take the Fung Wah bus to Boston, watch WN and stay at Liz's place which I guess brings me to:
Boston - first thing that happened to me after leaving South Station was being called a "Faaaaaaaaaaaaag" by a shirtless Red Sox fan, must've been the cut off jean shorts. The T also puts the CTA to shame. I had no idea there was such a strong Brazilian contingent up in Mass. "Falamos Portuges" signs everywhere. The show was at one of those ridiculously dirty, shitty punk houses (standing in stark contrast to the punk house in Ft. Myers which was very clean, had crazy amounts of art on the wall and had air conditioning). I got rid of some issues of the zine and met Al Quint. I shouldn't have told WN that I was coming and surprised them...
NYC again - spent much time wandering, fuck if I want to really get into detail but 1. I wish Daley wasn't such a fuck and would allow dudes to sell falafel on the street like on NYC ($5 for falafel over rice with lettuce, tomato, eggplant and onions AND french fries? Couldn't pass it up).
2. The obvious lie in the following exchange
Every dude ever: "Yo, you like hip hop?"
Me: "no"
There was a rave going on in Central Park when I was there, no lie.
I'm glad to be home. There was an Israeli dude in the terminal at JFK that looked like Sanjaya Malakar meets Justin Guarini.
My second two flights were on jetBlue, which has roomy legroom and TVs on every seat. I watched 3 episodes of Next on MTV to reassure my intelligence.
I mean...train hopping punx ftw.
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| i reach out my hand... |
[11 Aug 2007|01:09pm] |
I'm still fairly uncomfortable while we play. Glad to see all your faces there. Oh wait, no one showed up. Partied afterward. Being home alone is ok, I got my Zach Galafianakis DVD in the mail so I'll have company.
Florida- Tuesday-Wednesday
NYC-Thursday-Sunday
stoked.
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[04 Aug 2007|09:41am] |
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Work has turned me into an absolute square. "Sleeping in" means I woke up at 8:30.
When did I get so bad at saving money? I don't think I need any material possessions right now, though. I guess that's good. I'll probably sell some records soon or something.
Anyway, my bike is awesome to ride so I will go do that right now. I haven't taken any pics but it's this model year except in the green/black colorway. It's in great shape but I had to buy a new rear wheel and get the chain fixed. No big.
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| Rude! |
[26 Jul 2007|06:26pm] |
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Something that bothers me about myself is my habit of answering someone's questions for them. Typically this happens when I introduce a friend to another friend but I've done it even when both parties know each other beforehand. I would never tolerate this were it done to me so I urge all of you to slap me/kick me/chide me the next time I do this. It really is fucking rude!
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