oh brother

Sigh.

So there is this man, this old old man, that looks like santa claus. He has a beard that is white, and his hair is also white. He smells like old man cologne, and he wears a ring of some sort on his finger besides the wedding band. He has well trimmed nails, but look! on one of them, there is fungus. He has fungus on one of his nails, and it is disgusting. Most untastefull I should say. And you see, normally I would just say "this is an old man, he is therefore bored, he is working at ____, and he does nothing, but alas I shall live with it." How wrong was I, I cannot seem to stand him. And how is one supposed to express intense dislike without being rude? Is that even possible?
"hello el-sa"
"...hello"
"my middle name is ____(some fucking white stupid name)"
"...wow, that's interesting"
"el-sa, tell me, what is your middle name?"
" (die! you stupid old man) i don't have one"
"yes you do, what is it?"
"(fuck you old piece of shit) i don't have one"
"i'm going to find out"
"(you fucking creepy old man) i don't have one"

so santa leaves and goes to his corner, then he comes back and we have the same conversation. And look, there he comes again,

"i didn't know you speak spanish!"
"yes,i do"
"i wish i knew spanish"
"(im sure you do, you fucking old fucking man)i'm sure eveyone does"
"back in the day, when i was little, i took classes with the latin kids"
"(wtf?! seriously, is this guy being a racist?) oh?"
"yes, but i never learned, it was hard"
"(i'm sure it was cuz you're stupid) well, i took classes with some anglo people once, actually a lot of the time, because you see, my school was nearly all white"
"..."

the old man slams his hand in the counter, we have the same conversation about my middle name.

-------------------------------------------------------There is an middle aged obscene black woman, she is fom lousianna, ironically she walks like a monkey, she is loud and rude, she has a son, which usually means he barely graduated and is now a punk, she is a jehova's the kind of fake Christian that yells sinner and relies on faulty information from their "bible." And let me tell you, I don't mean to be racist but this woman fits the stereoptype of a mad black lazy woman, that of course eats fried chicken and paints her amazingly long nails bright pink. She has a very loud and obnoxious voice, and when she says
"ask her something" she instead says "ax her som'thin."

Is it wrong to want to clean the genepool?

p.s. cover your eyes bitches

boo!

Today I wasted a considerable amount of time reading an especially awful book, and I say awful because the reviews on it are misleading, exceptionally misleading. I should be more weary of the criticsm in amazon.com, but then again where is one supposed to find reviews? I suppose my first instincts were correct, such websites are for the plebs, and today I curse you pleb but I blame my boredom and the lack of selection at the bookstore next to OD.



On "The Time traveller's wife"
It was supposed to be about this great love between two people, but it left me with the unsettling feeling that Henry was some sort of "molester" and of the children if you know what I mean. The time paradox didn't have a very good explanation, there were too many glitches if you will to it. Diction wasn't too hot, the book could've used 200 less pages really.

On "The Kite Runner"
For a first attempt it was a very good one, although I have to say it's extremely tragic, to the point that sensitive souls are warned "don't read this book if you cry easily" Actually, even I was on the verge of tears on some of the passages in the book, but perhaps that was because I found some of Amir's personality in my own, and sheesh how could that not make you cry? It's very nicely told, but we could do without a lot of farci words, or at least a brief explanation, I think if you're uncultured you wouldn't know what "naanz" or "kabob" are. The ending might be a little meh, but I think I have to say this again, what a sad sad book. It's a fast read mainly because you won't "want to put it down."

On "Did you ever know that you're my hero?" sung by Bette Midler.
Another sad song, mainly because if someone sings it to you and you know you're not humble/good enough of for it, it tears you're heart apart. I wish I could live up to it, but I'm not.

I think this leads me to some sort of conclusion, I need to strive to be more unselfish, deserving of the love I have. It's not a very good feeling discovering that you're not all you thought you were, that deep inside you don't even come close to it. I want to sincerely say to someone "for you, a thousand times over." say it and meant it with all my soul.

p.s. this is just for moi.

p.s.s. ok one more thing:

On National Geographic's "World Soccer" article.
La la, I suppose it's enough for American fans, those around the world will want more, at least more of what soccer really is, pure passion, a beautiful sport, perhaps an interview with Ronaldhino? And gosh, enough with the saying "this month the riots, and racism will be left out of soccer", who the fuck cares about what a handful of hicks in italy or argentina do or say? They make it sound like it happens all the time for goodness sakes.

On Andrea Bocelli's Amore album.
What a great collection of romantic classics, it's great to know that Manzanero's ballads are rediscovered in this album, that and those great tunes that latin people know everywhere, if you listen to the album you'll know what I talk about, especially if you're parents, grandparents, etc know the words to them.

On Ayn Rand's "Anthem"
My father was right, I don't like this book anymore, it's extreme in it's language and just another piece of propaganda for the other side. It's a nice book, but like I said way too extreme.