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My skin is dry and living without lotion for so long has made me complacent. Now that I have it I forget to use it and my hands look like parched deserts.

There is a bike I want to acquire but so far I have not heard from the owner and that makes me sad. My front tire seems to always deflate along the course of the day, sure it's also because it takes the most shock traveling on patchy concrete and such but it was making a really strange sound and I realized that it was pretty deflated. It's sort of terrifying to think that it could blow in the middle of my journey and then I'd be left stranded. My rommie never charges/answers the phone so walking to the nearest bus stop would be my only recourse. I've hitchhiked before but with a bike I don't know that I would want to try.

The semester is almost over and it just started. Only around two and a half months left. I thought I had plenty of time for school but sheesh, you wouldn't think that forty hours wasn't plenty for seven of school work. It's not. hahaha.

It seems that I often worry about the implications of diabetes and depression, and of course now I know you are more susceptible to getting vascular dementia and it makes sense because of the high blood pressure. But when someone you love falls in that category, It's scary.

I dress like a hobo and while it didn't matter much to me a few years ago, now that I am seen by a lot of people around the office I have started to imagine that there are two possible things they could be thinking about me, and while I want to say I don't give a peanut, I think I do.

1. lesbian. Yes you heard right. Now, I love the gays, but I am uneasy with lesbians. That's pretty freaky. I wear the same pants every day, I only have four different shirts. And there's this girl that I always see but run into awkwardly and I never say hi nor does she. Is this normal? I wouldn't care but she makes me uncomfortable. I wish I could shop at An taylor and banana republic, but it's a luxury rather than a need. Besides the pants work great with a bike, I don't have to wear shorts or lycra or any of that fancy stuff to ride. My sister already told me I looked like one when I wore this shirt so I threw it away. hahaha. dang.

Also, when is the rain going to go away?

Hahaha, there's a girl that looks exactly like my stalker! She is going to look like her in thirty years. It's not pretty.

Rainy

Today is rainy, gray, humid, slightly cold. Ugly.

My father is drowning, and I am falling as well.
There is a precipice that is near my feet, every time I think I have cleared away from it, I find myself closer. It is haunted, reeks of the past, there is nothing valuable in it.

I wonder how can I escape?
I thought I was far away, and I always fall in again. I think I just realized that I am forever tied and it's depressing.

I wish I could go

Blurry

Reading makes my eyes blurry. Coffee makes my metabolism fast. The cold makes me uncomfortable. Bureaucrats make me irritated.

Smart people make laugh and think. Strangers make me wonder. An office makes me feel important. An opportunity makes me hopeful.

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Rain!? Please come back. It's been really hot this summer I don't have the recollection of it being this hot last summer, and I was outside a lot! I managed to bike to work, it was quite pleasant on a long street but turned sort of sour near the end, as the streets turned curvy and I didn't feel very safe I started riding on the sidewalk. Big mistake. My tires took a beating from all the uneven path, by the time I got there I just had enough air to make it. Biking is really fun but when I go home and read about killed cyclists I get paranoid and scared. My family actually does not want me to do it, I have apprehensions as well but then I start to think about fear stopping me and I get on the bike anyway. Now, it would be perfect if I could have a shower at my other job, that would be ideal.

I'm tired and fighting it. Good night.

Hopefully

I hope to visit my city of origin in august, there have been some talks about staying with "family" something I refuse and do not want. Hotels near anything of interest are actually not that bad and if the economy stays as it is then perfect because the dollar outweighs the peso.

Work is getting bigger, expanding and I'm not sure if that's a good thing. Days are busier for everyone not very sure that affects the big boss except in his pockets.

Im getting scared.

My new internship is pretty nice so far, the only thing I abhor is dealing with bureaucracy. And now that I am half a bureaucrat I feel strange. People work these government jobs to half of their capacity, most of them do the least amount of work they can, take as many breaks as possible, and to top it off leave at least 20 minutes early. And yes, they are mostly black.

Grizzly Bear is becoming too popular for my liking, yes that is bad because as I try to save money to see them and a couple of other bands the populace will buy them and there wont be any tickets left by the time I get the funds!

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I enjoy being silent. Walking with headphones cancels unnecessary noise and from time to time I can listen to other people's musings.

Lifshitz

I think at one time I was not concerned with having little to do outside of work, but I think all this isolation is becoming quite strange. I feel like a ghost sometimes.

I've been working more than usual, as it stands the recession is not helping out my economic state. That and my obsession with a bike is causing some trouble.

I am growing more afraid with each day, but I find nothing I can do to change. Very strange to move around and go nowhere.

city

I sneaked in to breakfast at a certain hotel downtown, it was pretty nice. They had fruit, yogurt, and coffee. Not as hard as I thought it would be but still after the first ten minutes the apprehension was gone and I could watch the news.

It's been cold these past weeks colder than usual but it's ok as long as I'm not sweating as I walk I don't mind.

I saw a bum with no shoes, he was picking up McDonalds glasses from the trash I knew he wanted a drink but didn't want to directly offer so I just left mine on top of a seat and walked to the corner. I turned back to wait for the bus and there he was with no shoes siting next to the wall sipping blue powerade. I don't know how it's possible to live in filth and hunger everyday but I hope I never go down that road.

An exciting game approaches, Mexico vs USA. I am apprehensive because I know we are going to lose, 3-0 is my prediction. We have no team, a bunch of no name foreigners who pass as Mexicans, a coach that has his head stuck in his butt, a goalie that is not retired and clearly does not know how to play (Sanchez), and no creative element. Cuactehmoc please come back! Is it sad that a team depends on a single player? sure, but I think it's sadder that Mexicans keep worshiping the foreign instead of what they have at home. And it's in all ways of life, foreign coaches, players, music, food, on and on. I'll just say that if we don't make it to the World Cup then fuck them, I'll be American and Brasilian for South Africa.

Oh yes, and Metro has some new buses out there, hybrids that are massive. There's more space between seats, the windows seem larger but made out of plastic I think, and they're noisier. I just wish nice buses were available in areas where they use mass transit all the time, like in the poor areas I suppose. They're the ones financing metro like lines 42, 77, 52, 30, etc etc.

I leave you with this,
eat ten spicy guacamole pringles
buy a thermos nissan
and cut HISD into four.

Olha

While listening to my current favorite song of the moment and waiting for the metro, I think I helped save a man's life. Now, it's ok to boast when you're relatively anonymous, I didn't even tell anyone I know. He was a man walking back from a Jack in the box, when all of the sudden he collapsed turned over on his stomach tried to get up and didn't move. The people that saw it say that's how it happened, I was much too busy contemplating something else when I realized what people were gawking at. I've heard stories of people acting like they're sick only to rob the good Samaritan that stops to help them, but when I realized that they were looking at an unconscious man on the floor and not doing anything to help him, I had to do something.
I always figured that if I were to be in such situation I would know how to act on instinct, the truth is that it's not always how you imagine the scene to be. I remembered my old health teacher, secure the scene before you approach to help, check. Tell them you're there to help them, check.
ABC, check. Suffice to say that it seemed to happen fast but at the same time in slow motion, and I was very disappointed people didn't react faster. Somebody ended calling the authorities to help and eventually the ambulance got there, but would he have died like a vagrant dog? Alone on the street with people looking at him? I dunno, I would like to think that the nurse I saw nearby would have come to his aid soon enough, that someone would have done something. Even just hold his hand.
We were lucky I suppose that my bus was late, because ten minutes earlier I would've been on my way to work.
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Anyhoo, from wondering about youtube I found a Brasilian soap opera, Paraiso tropical, and the song Olha. The guy on there isn't too shabby either. And I couldn't believe the girl was thirty six years old! Also some of the scenes are so corny but cute and enthralling at the same time. Hahaha, especially since some of them involve one of them being on a bus and spotting each other when looking out the window, the bus driver wont stop the bus so he or she can get off, and thus hilarity ensues. They say something along the lines of "The love of my life is outside! I need to get off the bus, please!" hehe.

I leave you with this,
Merry Christmas!