Catching up

OK, tardé como una hora para recordar la frase del título... sad, ain't it? Anyway, how you'all been? And by 'you all' I mean me, myself and... you... I know nobody reads T.T ... then again like, what? 4 people know I have a blog :P Heh, guilty as charged.... Uh-huh.

So, estaba leyendo lo que escribí (hace como un año...) y lo nuevo es: I've got Invader Zim's DVD collection!!! I just love it T-T & the comments! Ah, well, didn't get to meet Jhonen V., though, couldn't get my hands on one of those tickets, it almost got to me *sniffle*

OK, to keep this short (and because I can't think of something else) I'll stop.

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OK, so I've got nothing to say, I'm still recovering from yesternight's (heh...) last night's editing frenzy. Cruel thing is no one will probably notice __.__ 'coz it was fucking nothing. Estresante, realmente.

Anywho... yeah, I got the archives up, they look funny 'cuz they don't have a title and are upside down... I mean, they're in the right chronological order, so they look upside down... Talk about a reversed axis nature @.@

I'm bored, bye.

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Uhmmm... yeah...

OK, como cualquier alumno regular de la EsHum (I'm not sure if that even makes sense, but meh! My blog, my land, my rules) podrá confirmarles, hemos estado atestados de trabajos finales (¿Por qué nos dejan trabajos finales en Etapa Básica? You don't even care 'bout most of the stuff!) así que no he podido... hacer lo que se supone que hago aquí.

This is mostly to let you know I'm still alive (hooray) and that I am planning to be a regular here, as I promised to myself and you, my loyal fans. Don't worry, once I'm on the air, you'll have something (else) to worship me for. But that won't happen unless I do my homework, something I'm not really good at; right now, for example, I'm supposed to be writing a promo I'll record tomorrow... well in about 12 hours, but the thing is: I have no fucking idea about what to make people do to win! (Oooh! They're playing -Están tocando- the Mexican National Anthem -el Himno Nacional Mexicano- On 91X) *stops typing, gets up and listens*.

OK, so I better go do something 'coz I wanna go to sleep!... and a Coke, but I can't have the Coke, 'cuz everything's closed and I'm not walking half an hour barefooted just to get one... or am I?...

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Waffles!... Jinxed -_-

So, how many of you, near-perfect people out there like Jhonen Vazquez? Now how many of you would like to meet him? How many of you hideous creatures already do?!

Anyway, I was just going through some links and remembered the good ol' times when I watched Zim episodes and they were new. I want the DVDs T.T! I only saw the 1st one about a year ago at the ComiCon, in San Diego. I met Roman Dirge there, such a nice guy ^^. I'd kill to draw like him (any of them); Hell I'd kill to be able to draw, period.

But no, I can't be happy in anyway (remember I wanted to go to Coachella? Well, it was this weekend!), I'm not pretty (not that I'm shallow), I'm not smart (at least I'm clever enough to figure this out), I can't draw (trust me on this), I can't write (but you already found this one out), I can't do anything. If I were to be placen in the middle of a stage all I'd be able to do is recite: "Mommy, why did you make me talentless?". And even that wouldn't be done right, 'coz I'd be copying the "Mamá, soy Paquito" poem -_-***.

And don't even get me started on my mind issues, I swear if Goths everywhere wheren't so comprehensive and... well, Goth; they'd beat me unconscious _-_

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De cómo el tiempo es subjetivo

"¿Te has dado cuenta de que yo nunca tengo nada que hacer?" Tal es la pregunta que un joven hizo a su compañera en el laboratorio de cómputo cuando intentaban fijar una fecha de reunión en la apretada agenda de la chica.

Tras casi sofocarme para que la inminente carcajada no escapara de mi garganta (que fue el lugar en donde murió), me puse a pensar (¡Oh, glorioso milagro!) y llegué a la rápida conclusión de la horrible situación del tipo: no trabaja, no tiene hobbies, no aprende nada extra a su carrera, vive con sus padres o peor: vive en un departamento a expensas de ellos. Superé el trauma y ví el lado bueno: no trabaja y tiene dinero. Dinero para ir a Coachella, dinero para estudiar en Japón, dinero para comprar todo el arte gráfico que desee... pero ése no es el punto. El meollo de este asunto es ¿Cómo alguien puede desperdiciar el tiempo? Peor aún: ¿Cómo alguien tan joven puede desperdiciar el tiempo mientras estudia en Humanidades, rodeado de los más emprendedores, cultos, inteligentes y prolíficos jóvenes de TJ?

Por eso es que hoy jueves 28 de abril, dos días antes de una tocada a la que me gustaría asistir, siendo casi las 10 de la noche teniendo que entregar un ensayo en unas cuantas horas; me tomo el tiempo y escribo. Still juggling with the knives I've been telling you since last year, I stop and engrave this words in the vast Universe of the Internet, for you, my precious fans and loyal followers!

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Oh, yeah, el título es porque según yo iba a escribir la semana pasada, pero a fin de cuentas ¿qué es el tiempo si no un invento del ser humano? y como tal no tiene fundamento alguno (y no me vengan con lo del método científico porque ya me tiene hasta la cima de mi pequeña estatura). Me... again.

Back, even without a PC

OK... ¡¿¡¿¡¿han pasado casi 5 meses desde la última vez que escribí?!?!?! Damn, no wonder people think I'm not responsible. By the way, thanks to every one of my tag-writing guests T.T I promise I'll make this something worth the reading... someday, when I'm smart or talented.

Meanwhile I'll talk about Coachella... or not, actually. You see, I'm not going this year either, even with Bauhaus playing and with Blue Monday Junkie going crazy 'bout not seeing Weezer play live. I wanted to camp, but we don't have a car; we thought we'd take a bus, but never got anything arranged; now that we see we could've taken a bus I have no money, OK, I do have the money, it was just meant for something else: a three day long event in wich I was counting on going with a certain somebody but now I'll probably have to find somebody else, and I would rather have a traveling partner who's not a perv... Yeah, guess I'm not going, ah?

Anyway, help me decide, you either know where to find me, have my cell # or at least one of my email addreses, so speak up, I'm getting desperate.

Until we meet again... K.

P.S. Later on I plan to talk about shitty media, local stuff and art, hopefully I'll be smart by next post (and hopefully that will be before this week ends... yeah, it will be my New 1/3 Year Resolution, help me make it this time!!! )

'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all though the house,not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse...

So, yeah, being Xmas Eve, I thought I'd give you guys a present and post Tim Burton's original "The Nightmare Before Christmas" poem, but then I figured: let them search if they want it so badly and... the rest is history.

Oh, and every time you get the need to kick those annoying little brats you got for a family, remember there's something for you under the tree... and it might be difficult to receive it while in the Green Mile.

That's... about everything I wanted to say...

Merry Xmas to all, and to all a good night!