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I'm kind of tired fo living in the U.S. 3 days a week, and spending the rest of my week here. Specially when I have to sit in the back of the bus because I'm mexican, [or because I don't like to take the seat of the elderly and handicapped].

On my way home I always pass in front of a middle school, and this little girl who might be around 13 years old always looks trashed. I hate looking at interesting people at the bus because I try to imagine how their real lives are, and make up a possible story for them. I guess I have a lot of free time on my way home, or I dont have a cellphone to text, because you know... if you don't text you Twitter, but I don't do either.

So tomorrow I will have another japanese class, and this people will talk about their sex life, my teacher will probably makes us play with insects, and make up sentences like "because I like hamburgers, I don't shave my legs". I just hope otaku girl doesn't go to school dressed as Jiggly Puff and talks about how she dry humps her boyfriend on their new matress. I also hope the other otaku girl doesn't spend her time telling me how hot anime male characters are, because having fantasies with anime characters... that's just fucked up.

Since this is a random post I want to tell you all that some of my favorite songs have explicit language, and I love to sing them outloud because generally, people around me, don't know what I'm saying.

 

My favorite gay friend from LA is these days...??

Yesterday after getting the angry look from my oh-[not]-so-cool japanese teacher because I didn't have the required books, I decided to make a trip to Mitsuwa Market, to buy my japanese materials.

Mitsuwa has this Sanseido Bookstore inside. I guess it is a popular company in Japan, or maybe not but they claim to have some fame. What they do have is the nicest employees ever, all japanese-american who will nicely greet every customer in Japanese, even if they just got there by mistake while looking for a Taco Bell that was supposed to be somewhere in that street.

Anyway, I went into the bookstore and I realized how ignorant I am about the language because even though I've been taking classes for... I dont know... 2 years? I can't read shit.
 So I got my books, and walked around the market.

Have you ever wanted to experience something so much and when you get to do it you get overwhelmed by the experience? Well, that's what happened to me. Apparently the Internet has killed half of my brain cells, because I've been attacked by all these cute images of japanese products, awesome food, the sweetest candy, and prettiest people. So I was at the market and I wanted to try a drink, some candy, and just try to figure out what the food I've never seen before is called. I ended up grabbing a pack of candy cube drops, [that I had tried before], I paid and ran out of the store because it was too much for me to handle.

After that I went to Book-Off, this japanese store that has used books for a lot less than Sanseido, and my brother went nuts buying japanese PSP games and movies... I just bought a bunch of old fashion magazines because I like to look at the colorful pages.

Walking to the bus stop I saw DAISO. That's right, THE DAISO, from Japan [I intentionally walked through that street hoping to find it, and I did] and I felt like I died and woke up in heaven, it's like the paradise of cute, useless, cheap shit, and no matter how hard I tried  to save money, I ended up spending $20 worth of japanese stationery and other crap. I love it there. I love it so much that if Daiso was a guy [a good looking one], I'd probably marry him.

So, I'll share the consumerist joy with all of you guys.

When I used to work at -the- "markey research" company making surveys [calling people's houses and ask them questions about random companies including the most famous fast food chain in the U.S. and one of the largest chains of supermarkets... among others] there was this old dude who was pretty cool

I can't remember this guy'sname, but picture him: tall, grey short hair, face of a homeless dude,and didn't have 2 upper front teeth. I remember he used to tell jokes to the hispanic housewives and they would hang up.
Anyway, one day it was 8pm Pacific Time, and it was 11pm on the East Coast, so these calls, by law are supposed to stop at 10pm, but our server collapsed, and by mistake, we started dialing calls to New York again.

So this lady picks up the phone and the dude goes like: "Hello ma'am we're calling from "XXXX" company [can't drop names... :( ] and we're conducting a survey on fast food restaurants..."

And the lady says: [angry voice tone] "OH MY GOD DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IS IT?????"

Dude answers: "Baby, it's SURVEY TIMEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" [voice of a game show host]

We all cracked up and the boss almost fired all the line, but fuck it, it was fun and the job was pure misery, so things like that make a whole day a bit better.

I remember he had a vampire costume on Halloween and gave us all candy, and he used to pass it like he was selling drugs or something. The supervisors often thought it was, and they used to freak out.

So it's survey time for you people, or better yet, POLL TIME.

*ding ding ding ding*

Song of the day is...

Ehh... I have to apologize because my last post was:
1. Full of grammatical mistakes.
2. A week ago.

Last week I started school the "american" way.
So, uhmm... I can't really say I've had a cultural crash when I landed there. So I'll just skip that part and say:

Most of the students are mexican, books are FUCKING expenssive [it's ridiculous!], and they don't wear wannabe-office workers outfits, just normal laid back stuff, so FUCK YALL BUSINESS TEACHERS FROM MEXICO WHO MADE ME THINK I WAS A LOSER BECAUSE I WOULDN'T WEAR HIGH HEELS AND TIGHT PENCIL SKIRTS FOR SCHOOL.

Now that I got it out of my chest, let me talk to you about my new, improved, and even more ridiculous than last year, japanese class.

So Otaku bitch #? got married and for some reason she started talking to me and another Otaku girl about how she can have sex without making any sounds...

Ehh... so I was wondering...
1. How the fuck do you do that?
2. Isn't that a bit creepy?
3. Why would I care about the way SHE has sex?
4. How the fuck can someone like her get laid... I mean... if you only knew her... [anyway... I'm not here to judge her but... pshh... if you guys only knew...]

So in less than 2 weeks I've been having japanese classes with 3 different teachers:
Kenichiro Asami a.k.a. my japanese skater dude teacher got into a HUGE fight with the school administration, and he dropped the class and got the begginers class.

Miriam, the teacher for begginers [I took that class with her], was supposed to take this class instead of Ken, but she also dropped it and changed it for an afternoon class.

Finally, Miguel, some half mexican/half korean dude, took us under his command, and now we're his awesome pupils.

Anyway... Miguel shoved 2 years of japanese learning up our asses, because he's one of those people who wants to make sure we're all in the same level so we can start learning good shit. So his classes are packed with lots of small details, amusing stories, cool drawings and all kinds of stuff that keep kindergarten kids [and me] busy and happy. So I love my new teacher.

Ehhh this post goes beyond the limits of LAME-ness so I'll stop now.

My doll is still without a name. More names people, more names!

I have good suggestions but I like having a lot to choose from.

In about 48 I'll be in San Diego, and despite how afraid I am [because it's a new experience] I'm beyond stressed right now.

As a good mexican I decided to do everything last minute. Activate student visa, buy bus card [because it turns out my mom is a psycho freak and won't let me drive her car unless I get my own], and but school stuff I need.

So yesterday I finally opened my eyes and realized that my mom won't let me live my life until she dies, so I have two choices: One, I  have to kill her; and Two, I have to get the shit out of here; and for the sake of my well being, I'm really hoping I can be brave enough to do number two.

I am tired of my family, I just hope that next monday when I start in a new school, I can be a complete stranger to everyone, I'm really not in the mood for old friends.

Wish me luck people, and keep suggesting names for my doll.

I've been neglecting my VOX blog lately, even though I read all of my neighbor's updates but I never comment.
Anyway, I'm trying to make interesting posts but I can't. I'm into a crative crash, how is that possible if I was never creative? I don't know.

Anyway. I bought a Pullip doll, and she's nameless. So I, the coolest mexican you know, am asking you to name my doll. Drop a comment or send me a private message with nice names for my doll, whatever rocks your boat. This is your opportunity to name something that a stranger like me owns, and that will be with me for the rest of my life, or at least until I realize this weird obsession for toys can lead me to bankruptcy.

Song of the day is Newport Living by Cute Is What We Aim For. Why do these people from the same record label have such long stupid names?!?!?

Anyway, have a nice Tuesday...

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I logged into iTunes and I accidentally pressed the digital radio icon, and then I went to heaven.

I noticed there's international radio station, which I had NEVER seen before, [and now you probably think I'm some ignorant weirdo for not noticing there was iTunes radio... ]  and I started browsing through the weird music iTunes has.

There's hundreds of French music stations, and just one or two active stations with Eastern Asian music [really, no jrock, jpop and that crap? stuff], which is kind of strange considering there's anime fans all over the world who listen to japanese music. And then I found............................... BOLLYWOOD MUSIC!! Fuck yesssssss!!!!!

Which reminds me of this