Journal

9/23/01
     Just came from the county fair. I had a good time. EXCEPT for the sticky coke on my ass. That wasn't too much fun. Some mexican guys were getting into each other's faces. I stopped my parents and told them to move away. When you are in Pomona, you have to watch your back. I should know; I used to live there. Worst years of my fuckin' life. It's usually the mexican's getting into bullshit, like fights. I'm not discrimminating or anything. I am mexican myself. This is just the way that I see it. The cause to their fights is always due to the disrespecting of another. "It's all about respect!" Then respect those who are around you and take it outside. Then my scars on my arm started to act up again. I hate it when they itch and sting and not being able to scratch them. I guess that's what I get for doing that to myself.
     The only real reason why I went to the fair was to see the art exhibition. There were these AWESOME, AWESOME pastel drawings there. I was stoked out! Then I went to see the Photography Ex. It was kickass as well. My fav. pic would have to be this chick dressed up like a faery and smoking a cig while sitting on this log in some forest. It it called "Contridictions."
     When we were getting ready to leave I found what I was REALLY looking for. It was the free-hand drawing exhibition for the NON-profesional. I only got to see a few seconds of it (which bummed the shit out of me, THANX DAVID!). I wanted to know how can one enter. I'd like to enter an art exhibition or contest for a change. There is always next year! : )

     I am now watching American History X. I LOVE the black and white. It makes it look more real. Edward Norton is excellent in this movie. I am not a movie person, but I know a well done movie when I see one (in an artist point of view). RIght now, Ed is getting rapped and tenderized. That's real life for you.

9/24/01
     I went to TJ today (Tijuana for those of you who don't know). Now I remember how much that place sux. The only good reason anyone should go there is for the beer. As for the guys, both beer and strip joints. Anyway. My aunt wanted me to come with her since she despises that place herself (and she was born there!). Tomorrow is my mother's birthday (41) and we wanted to surprise her by bringing grandma. Nothing says "happy birthday" like seeing your mother. It takes three hours to get there and those three hours are always bad.
     We went through the border waiting for this friggin' light to flash "PASE." After that, it was time to get grandma, but before we did that we had to fight off cars. I am telling you, people from Mexico don't give a flying FUCK! The intersections were the worst. There was no stop sign (like that would help), so pedestrians and drivers crossed and passed as they pleased. It was freaking my aunt out.
   It went sorta well after that. We got grandma and headed for a market to buy cookies and candy. Once we did THAT we got the hell out of there. But it tooks us two hours to actually make it out. Even though I am a mexican/american (sorry, Carlos), I never get asked for an I.D. or any other type of bullshit. They figure "a girl who wears spikes and dark clothing MUST be from the U.S." All I have to say to that is: "KISS MY BROWN MEXICAN ASS."

     Hungry as we were, we went to the nearest McD's and got ourselves some grindige. I ate a good meal. As fat as I am, I am not going to stop eating.
     As my aunt and I were leaving, two caucasian males sat down in the seating booth next to ours. I noticed them looking at me (which is not odd, I always gets stared at). They were "reading" my t-shirt, which is funny because that's where my boobs are at. Anyway, they were reading out loud and very slow:

"It's not that I'm anti-social...I just don't like you."

I told them, "I am not really THAT anti-social."

One of them says with a southern accent, " I should get one of those, maybe two."

     I just smiled politely. I was wondering where they were going with this. While my aunt wasn't really helping me out much.

They talked amongst themselves and turned around again.

"So, you use those spikes for self-defence."

I laugh a fake laugh, "No, I am not a violent person."

They add, "maybe you use them to keep your boyfriend away."

I just smiled and thought, "oh god, please."

"No," I said.

     Then they turned back around and that was my oppportunity to leave. I will assume they were being friendly. I always get comments from men. Like that one time when I was coming from my guitar lessons and some beaner (thank you for that word, Carlos) had the guts to mention my boobs (in a vulgar way, too). But that is another useless story.

Highlight of the day:

Aunt told me somethiing funny had happened to her.