It's a club girl, why you arrivin' naked?

I just can't wait till lip sync is over. GOD!
We won't do too bad, I predict, but we certainly won't win. Either way, I'm very proud of all y'alls :) The good thing that I'm getting out of lip sync is closure with a crapload of peepz and lots and lots of laughter. i can assure you of that. Oh, and Margarita, whom I've come to love like a child, except for she's a lot more mature than i am.

iluvjolieleeleee (10:04:18 PM): whats wolfmother?

idkmybffaracely (10:04:39 PM): lmfao

idkmybffaracely (10:04:59 PM): the most amazing rock band to have ever existed in the whole history of the universe

idkmybffaracely (10:06:40 PM): people just have this thing with them

idkmybffaracely (10:06:55 PM): they say you can't listen to wolfmother unless you're high

idkmybffaracely (10:07:07 PM): BUT THAT AIN'T TRUE! MY ASS IS MORE SOBER THAN ANYTHING!

iluvjolieleeleee (10:07:27 PM): HAHAHAA

iluvjolieleeleee (10:07:31 PM): oh mannn

iluvjolieleeleee (10:07:38 PM): i love you

Fuckin' Rancheras Up in Hurrrr

Que lejos estoy del suelo donde he nacidooooooooooooo
inmensa nostalgia invade mi pensamientooooooooo
Y al vermeeeeeee tan sola y tristeeeeee
cual hoja el vientoooooooooo
Quisiera llorar, quisiera moriiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrr de sentimientooooooooooooooo


I think I'll perform "El Condor Pasa" in International Week (I'm not from Peru, people) as a representative to Native America. Not only because the Incas are more hardcore than the Aztecs (talking shit on myself here, seriously) but because their music is so much more recognized and unified than Aztecan music. Or I'll stick with what I know and sing the "Dalia Chinita" like the naca india that I am. LMFAOOOOO, I just imagained that! Doing little zapateadas here and there EWWW! Maybe I should just sit in the audience & enjoy the cultural wasteland in which I live in.


L A T I N O A M E R I C A !

In other nasty news, Americaaaa (AGUILAS!) Aaaaammmmericaaaaa (AGUILAS!) fuckin' won the super clasico against Chivas. HAHA! He who laughs last laughs best, son! I love staying home on the Sundays when important soccer games are on just to see my dad's reactions, hehe :) He jumped 34897652045 feet in the air and screamed like a little girl who got kissed by the cutest boy in the second grade when America scored the first goal. Wait, too much info, BUT TRUTH HURTS! I was just kidding you know...

...And like a smell around you I will forever linger...

I feel like ranting. Which is a good thing because that's what blogs allow you to do.





I think the problem hidden within my many problems is me. THE PROBLEM IS ME. And I don't know how to fix me.




The tension in my family has grown tenfold since God knows when, and once again, it's probably something I did. I notice this on weekends (I'm never home then for very obvious reasons) and then I'll come home and everything is fine. Then I'll say something, not something too complicated or anything, something like "Hi" and the tension builds up. Is it a certain tone? Is just my presence? WTFFFF





Things have gotten so out of hand that my new family are my friends. How pathetic.





People think that lip sync stresses me out. lmfao, really? Something retarded like lip sync could never stress me out. I don't have the time to stress out about retard shit and cause a migraine.




I would normally go all out on these kind of rants, but I'm afraid I'm just in too good of a mood to bring myself down like that. Tonight should be fun. I know last night was :D So before party animal Alicia is brought out from beyond, I better get to work. Don't worry about me, you know I will always be okay.

Cosmic Egg

After all these years, Wolfmother FINALLY released a new album and it's so good I died, revived and apparently died again song after song after song. It's soooooo deliciously good, I can't even explain it. Hear it for yourself :) EN KNEE WEEEYYYSSS, me encanta como la gente siempre hace inferencias sobre ti y cuando te empiezan a conocer, se dan cuenta que eres algien totalmente diferente y ellos parecen brutos por portarse con tanta idiotez. Y para que no entiendas lo que de verdad quiero, y he querido decir for tanto tiempo, lo voy a escribir en nahautl PUTA!

Tlakokolistli atletia ixayak nimitstlasojtla notlasojtlalis, yesej ojpana mati' postektli.

Ajkiuan uejka nika' xtokaitl tlalpantli kanin Moyokoyaniiiiiiiiiii FML I fell so nostalgic. I miss you so much Hidalgoooooo D: And I'm really sore. And tired. And sleepy. Can't do NUTINNNNN!!! Seriously, if by some weird magically magical way you can translate exactly what I just said in dialect, you would know my biggest darkest secret OF ALL TIME. I know you can't figure it out though, English-Nahuatl translators fail. You won't even come close to ever knowing.

Eek!

I'm quite alarmed at the number of people that know about my troubled personal life. I don't tell people who I don't trust, so ONE OF YOU IS A SNEAK. I'm going to find you, you sly dog.

Cuando te confias mucho, te va mal.

I'm not a big complainer, I'm really not, but it's just such a pain in the ass when things don't happen according to your careful planning. What makes it worse is that I'm not a big fan of surprises.
When your personal life sucks multiple dicks at the same time, it's important to be the one who keeps it together, and don't mind my saying, but I've done a damn good job so far. Sometimes shit heals with time.

OH! And for some strange reason, my creativity has sprung out tenfold and I wrote the most amazing story, if I may say so myself, that has ever been written about creepy satanic-related shit. Ever. I know I'm not supposed to go there, BUT WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN YOU'RE IN A DARK SPACE HUH?! Anyway, I think books, regardless of them being written in 1752 (which are the best) or modern ones, they're always afraid of going too far. That makes a pussy story. I don't wanna scare you too much or go into unnecessary detail here, but, uh, while I was writing it I got multiple chills down mah spine and I had to keep looking over my shoulder to make sure the guy I was talking about wasn't breathing down my neck or anything. Odds are you're not gonna get to read it. Maybe you will one day when I publish it and it gets the Nobel Prize or beats them DaVinci Code and Twilight books that have been sucking on the tit of fame for what seems like forever.

On a lighter note, I love you. And for another strange reason I've been listening to a lot of disco music lately. Kill me if you want, but I like it. DISCO DOES NOT SUCK! (That much.)