蛍火

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I can't recall when I drifted away from the Japanese music scene. I'm assuming it was when Thee Out Mods left to Japan, but I could be wrong. Nonetheless, my love for this artist & band has been rekindled. I'm definitely seeing them again in October.



I still remember the first song I heard by them. After viewing the film above, I was memorized. I didn't think this would be the band that would alter my life: musically, socially, and personally.

I feel the nostalgia coming on.

Punch Drunk

I despise being on my period. It screws me up entirely! My face breaks out with pimples, my knees and back are in pain, I have horrible cramps, my head hurts, and I get overly emotional and depressed. I hate this crap.

That being said, I feel like a depressed mop. I think I just want to fall off the face of the Earth. I don't even know why I feel so depressed (besides my period). I just don't feel the need to live right now. Yuck.

I'm surfing Netflix trying to find a film I can watch instantly. I practically slept all day with this gift Mother Nature sent yesterday evening. I just came across The Breakfast Club and I think I'll settle on that.

I'm starting to listen to Incubus again. I'm feeling my ~spiritual side sinking in. Watching this video = nostalgia. I miss 90's fashion for men. The skinny jeans now are eh; only a certain few can pull it off.

This is for the people of the sun

I'm in dire need of my license and a car. After experiencing One Day As A Lion live, I've become intrigued yet again in the Chicano movement. Zack de la Rocha and Tom Morello have been my main muse in this interest.

I wish I could do more rather than just sitting back and watching things happen. This is why the car comes into play. If I could drive, I wouldn't have to bother Mother and take off to rallies, protests, walks, etc. especially now because of SB1070. I know it's a controversial topic but it's a law that I do not support whatsoever. I AM aware of the state rights but I personally don't agree with it and that is my stance.



I never really took pride in my nationality. As a matter of fact, when I was younger I used to hate the color of my skin. I thought it was ugly to be brown because I certainly didn't feel beautiful. I disliked certain colors like pink because I thought it didn't fit the color of my skin. My mother tried reasoning with me telling me that my color is something I should be proud of and her friends would tell me the same thing. After time passed I didn't think about it much. It wasn't something I thought about and I felt objective when it came to my ethnicity.

However all of that changed once I got into high school. I became aware of my surroundings, my family's background, and most importantly I became aware of what kind of person I was. I'm continuing to evolve and I try to be conscious of that.

It was just recently in my junior year of high school that I fully embraced my ethnicity. I take pride in being Mexican-American; a Chicana. I've become more in tune with my culture, my language, and my beliefs. Thinking back on how I used to feel about my color saddens me.

Due to that I find myself immersed with fascination for the indigenous people of Mexico, specifically The Zapatista movement. Another reason why I'd like to get a car & get myself down to Chiapas and help out the community.

"Cuando la vida te presente razones para llorar, demuéstrale que tienes mil y una razones para reír." Anónimo

A world of neverending happiness

Yesterday I went out with my pal Nessa, her boyfriend and our friend Zach to the Stonewood mall. I personally didn't plan on buying anything considering I'm saving up for concerts but I succumbed. We headed towards the music warehouse and of course I had to come across Incubus' live DVDs and that's when I caved. They had their Alive @ Red Rocks and Look Alive along with their CDs. I would've got the Red Rocks DVD however I made myself a ghetto version of it on my computer so I settled for the latter.

Anyways, afterwords I wanted to show Nessa some Macbeth shoes I found and once we walked into the store my mind went crazy. I found the same guy I had met last December. Holy cow what are the odds of that! I got to chat with the dude again and we had a lovely conversation.

Yeesh. I was going to go into detail about our convo but I'm chatting with a guy on Omegle and we've got an interesting conversation going!