7 posts tagged “family”

My weekend was good.

We had this "family reunion" thing because of my grandma's death anniversary.
Isn't it kind of sad when families start loving each others when somebody dies? I remember nobody would talk to us until my dad passed away back in 2003. Then, after a lot a ups and downs, we became "close" again when my grandma died. We're a big family, so we can't avoid having issues among ourselves sometimes. Ask me about it, I hate almost everyone.

Anyway. Despite the fact we gathered for a "special" time of the year, went to church and whatnot, my family members (and I) are sick people. Here are some of the things I heard for the past two days:

"Viry... is it normal that your baby likes to rub his face against my boobs?"

"I've never seen so many family members together before"
"I've never seen so many christians in a catholic church before"

"Oh no... Joseph just started pole-dancing at my aunt's bedroom"

"I don´t know what's more disturbing: Mario's 300lb boyfriend pole dancing, or the fact that my aunt has a dancing pole in her bedroom"

"I want to exfoliate my armpits with your dead sea salt"

"I will give you a facial treatment"
"Does that take away the fat from my tights?"

"Montse* brought homemade tortillas"
"Are they poisoned?"

"Try the homemamde tortillas, Montse* said she likes to make them because it makes her arms sweat..."

"Priscilla* do you love me?"
"I don't know you bitch..."

"My favorite color is orange, and pink. There´s nothing wrong with boys liking pink, right? RIGHT??????!!!"

"I want to wash your chicken"

"Does anyone know the kid who's making the Barbies have a threesome with Ken?"

My surgery will be next friday. I don't know if I'm supposed to stop eating like I did last time, but anyway, On Saturday Billy will be long gone. I am supposed to be exited, but for some reason I'm not.

Song of the Day is Pop the Glock by Uffie. I want more font colors on VOX, and I want Vox Hunt to come back.

See ya.

*Monste is my uncle's girlfriend who happens to be a whore because she has tried to get into every other family member´s bed. And she's a cheap-tacky-gross bitch, so we hate her.
*Priscilla is my 4 year old cousin.

Yesterday I went to the doctor to see when they were going to take Billy away from me.

So the doctor, as always, didn't give me a straight answer, and my mom being the hypocrite she is, was being sweet and nice to her when minutes before she was talking trash about her, saying that she's not a "serious" doctor and she was going to talk to her straight to her face telling her what she thinks about this Billy situation.

Long story short, I got mad at my mom for kissing the doctor's ass and being against me while I was talking to her. I also got mad at the doctor because she's being stupid. I told her I didn't care if she had to open to take the rock that's left as long as the takes off this wire. It's going to hurt like hell anyway... right?. So she told me I didn't understand how delicate my condition is, but I want to have it my way it's ok with her, she couldn't care less. Now you guys tell me, is that a SERIOUS answer from a doctor? OF COURSE NOT! she is supposed to care about my condition.

So she concluded I was clinically depressed.

So now my entire family thinks I'm crazy and I need to go to therapy. She gave me a bunch of antidepressants my toilet took as breakfast [thank you very much!] and people talk to me as if I had autism.

Now I know how WH felt when her family went against her.

Anyway. Today we were supposed to celebrate my aunt's birthday here at my house, but they [my aunts] invited another aunt who has stolen shit from us in the past, so my mom told them she didn't want the thief here, and my aunts told my mom that they were not having the party here if she couldn't come. Next thing you know my mom is mad [and they're not even her sisters] So I had to listen to my mom talk shit about them for the entire morning. My mom says that all they do is sit at the table to eat, talk shit about everyone. ISN'T SHE FUCKING DOING THE SAME?. Anyway, there was no party for us because my mom thinks by going with them "we hurt her feelings". Bullshit.

So, here's what I think. Maybe I AM depressed after all, but the way I see it, it's not Billy's fault, it is the fact that they can't don't want to take care of my anymore [personal note to them: nobody asked them to], and their incapability to get along, and forgive/forget about the shit they have put themselves through. But according to them I'm the depressed one because I refuse to get into their shit, and choose a side.

So here's a big shout for all my family members. Everyone included, no exceptions:

[I may not be the right person to talk about this, but I will do it anyways, because you know you can't stop me]

Notice: I will talk shit about my family. So if you're pretty sentive about it, go eat cheese and crackers, and if you're not... Enjoy today's menu.

Remember that shoew called The OC? a drama about rich kids, dealing with rick kids' issues while kickin' it in Orange County's best areas. And then remember its reality TV spin-off called Laguna Beach: The real OC?? With obnoxious people who eventually became famous for being untalented and annoying? Well, there is another shoew called Nip / Tuck, about two plastic surgeons who live in Miami, make tons of boob jobs, and fuck every other girls who's boobs they didn't operate. And as you may have guessed this show also has its own reality TV bootleg called Snip and Tuck, with 4 plastic sugeons living in Miami, and doing every other thing they like to do.

Two days ago I was watching the show with my aunt. But before I tell you what happened, I have to point out that there's a gay plastic surgeon in this reality TV series, who lives with his partner, and they walk their dogs, and they're pretty much the shit, because they're rich, gay, and they love it.

Ok back to my aunt and I. We were watching the show, and there's a scene where some of the doctors is yelling at his ex-wife on the phone and just talking shit to her, but nobody said nothing because I guess it's pretty normal for a guy to be yelling at a girl... no big deal right? But then, a scene where the gay couple kisses and hugs comes out, and my aunt is immediatly like 'OMG... these people have no shame these days..'---> WTF???

So as you could imagine, I immediatly started getting fucking angry about the lack of tolerance my aunt has when it comes to gay people. But this is not the first time this happens.

Just a few weeks ago I went to my aunt's house and they were talking about gay marriage in California, and they were asking ME if I thought that was normal, and if I thought these kind of people should be able to adopt kids.

So this is my answer to all of my family members who fucking get on my nerves asking me stupid questions.

One. I don't fucking know why people make such a BIG deal about something that has ALWAYS existed such as homosexuality.

Two. I don't fucking know why they had to wait so long to finally approve gay marriage in California, but I'm all for it because I think people should have the right to be happy and marry whoever the fuck they want.

Three. I DO think ANY couple should have the right to adopt a child. Isn't it pretty stupid when people claim they want to end poverty but when an orphan [and POOR] child is being adopted by a gay couple, people make such a big deal about it, and deny the kid the his right to have a family?

Four. The way I see it, other people should be ashamed of the way they're living. I don't have to mention some of my aunt are unemployeed, single [at 49], or married to assholes who don't give them enough respect, and they spend their lives sitting at the sofa, talking shit about every single person they've met in their lives.

Someone [from my family] started the rumor I was bisexual because I'm always defending gay people, and talking about gay "stuff" <---[I don't know what they meant]. They started this rumor because I couldn't name ONE hot male celebrity one day they asked me to. I wasn't gonna say Travis McCoy because they hate tattoos and piercings, and I wasn't gonna say 'Tom Welling because he's too Abercrombie-ish and I just don't like him. I don't think I have to prove my straight-ness to these people because they wouldn't understand me. If they give me all these reasons to hate them why would I share with them [even with my mom] a part of my personal life? such as having a boyfriend or thinking some random guy is hot... and most important, HOW DO THESE PEOPLE ASSUME I HAVE CERTAIN SEXUAL PREFERENCES UNDER SUCH STUPID STATEMENT?

And then they have the nerve to say " I don't hate gays, but I wouldn't like to meet one...'

[Ugghh... Ok... I just had to take it out of my chest]

So people, next time an homophobe asks you if you're gay and you're not, tell him/her to ask you about your favorite hot celebrity [from the opposite sex], that will prove him/her you're straight from head to toe.

Today's song is Katy Perry's I Kissed a Girl.... because you don't need to be a lesbian to fucking like that song.

I love you all who come here, read my stuff, and actually leave positive comments.

I never had the chance to thank those who commented my 'I'm not a bad person' post.

Those who hate me... uhh... you can fuck yourselves with three fingers.

KARINA 

My summer started getting busy when my cousin came to Tijuana for a week, and my aunt [one of the bitches who lives here, and who's not my cousin's mom but she loves her as if she was] planned this an entire week of family fun activities we shared. [Do you know how much I love to spend "quality" time with my family?]. Seven days later Hell Week ended, and we had to take my cousin back home in Los Angeles. But when I though my nightmare was over, my aunt decided to bring the other daughter, and this time she didn't planned just a week of activities, but a MONTH of family fun times. I managed to slip out her plans acting like a bitch around everyone. Long story short, I've been aborted from the family for [at least] the rest of the summer, and that makes me feel amazing.

Since I finally got some time of my own to do whatever I want, without having to take my cousins to the ghetto, I started watching TV. I'm not much of a TV person, and if you ask me about my favorite shows, I can probably recall two or three, and then I will tell you that I rather go to PerezHilton.com, and read the latest celebrity gossip there.

And yeah, there are several reasons why I don't watch a lot of TV, and the main one is: I HATE MEXICAN TELEVISION SHOWS. [There, I said it]. It's not that I reject my roots or that sorta shit, it's just that these shows happend to be bad, stupid, they're not original [because they're copies of american shows, which happen to be copies of british shows], and they're hosted by annoying, ignorant people who think they're the shit, just because they all went to the same acting school [in my dreams I'm always about to burn that school]. And, as if that wasn't enough, there is something these people feel proud of: Novelas, that's what an american would call a soap-opera. Countries like Mexico, Venezuela and Colombia, have made of the most succesful novelas in the history of latin-american television. [Where do you think Ugly Betty came from?]. They have been responsible for all the fat that goes to the latin moms' asses when they sit in front of the TV to eat endless meals, while watching their favorite drama queen [who's often a poor girl] trying to conquer the handsome guy's heart [this guy always has a LONG ass name].

So this morning I was feeling lazy, and I turned on the TV to see... uhhmmm anything, [we have cable service, so I don't have to suffer a lot] I was looking throught the channels when I suddenly spotted something that caught my eye: Thalía acting in a novela. For those who don't know Thalía, she's a mexican actress and singer, who's now married to Tommy Mottola [Mariah Carey's ex-husband]. She started her carreer acting in novelas, [just as Salma Hayek, and any other mexican actress you can name] and they were repeating one of her first ones, when she used to be a teenager I guess, called Maria Mercedes.

I have to admit I watched that stuff when I was little. I was like 6 years old I think, and my mom would

Maria Mercedes & Long Named Guy

 record that novela in a VHS tape while I was in school so I could watch it later. I used to think the story was amazing, so it brought me memories when I saw a scene of it while I was looking for a good show. Maria Mercedes is the story of a young girl who has two brothers, a sister, and an alcoholic father. Her mom left the family when she was little because her dad used to hit her, she married an american and after a while she comes back to tell her kids she's alive, and that she wants to win back their love. Maria's sister is a conceited bitch who thinks she deserves the world, and on of her brothers is a thug who's always in trouble. Maria sells lottery tickets for a living, until she meets some creep who becomes her friend, and when he dies he leaves his entire fortune to her, just to take revenge from his family. [Sounds like MY kind of character, huh?]. So this evil bitch [the guy's aunt] makes her son marry Maria, so she can get the fortune back, but the son falls in love with her, the evil aunt ends up selling tickets on the streets,and they live happily everafter. Today I realized the acting is horrible, and that, all the cast should get killed just for making that stupid novela, and taking one daily hour of my life a kid that I could have used to learn piano, ballet, or learn how to juggle.

So, people, novelas are bad, don't watch them.

Instead of watching novelas listen to Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry [I bet you haven't heard that one in a while], but if you;re not feeling that naughty, then you can try Taxi Driver by Gym Class Heroes. Both song are totally different and kind of old, but they're still good songs I think. So, Enjoy!

KARINA

Tomorrow is my cousins' 'confirmación' [I can't translate it] which is some kind of Catholic ritual to confirm your faith in the... uhhh... religion [duh!].

Anyways, I'm not going to the ceremony because:

• The priest [?] wants all the women to wear a veil [?] and grandma-looking clothing, because women are supposed to look like Virgin Mary, and to prevent other people from commiting sins, which is kinda stupid because obviously, I'm not going to church to do the nasty. And it is freaky that a priest is actually thinking about the sins other people can commit.
  
• My family is a bitch. I asked my aunt if I could borrow her sewing machine.
  Karina: Can I borrow your sewing machine for a day? I need to fix some clothes for the girl's party thingy.
  Aunt: Aren't you going to but new clothes?
  Karina: I can't because I'm broke.
  Aunt: Are you broke? or you just don't want to spend your money?
  Karina: Can you get me a nice outfit for $10, I don't think so. So, can I borrow it?
  Aunt: Do you have any nice clothes besides jeans, sneakers and hoodies?
  Karina: I always look awesome.
  Aunt: The machine is broken. Sorry.
  Karina: [Talking on the inside] Bitch.
  
• I have to go to my japanese class, and obviously, my aducation is more important than any social events that involve spending time with my aunts.
  
• I only have four[4] japanese classes left, and I'm going to skip one of them because I'll go to Six Flags.Yes, I would ditch my family for a trip to Six Flags. 

Anyway, todays I was thinking about my awful middle school experiences. I remember this girl called Nataly [whos middle name was Ixtlanixtli] who used to be my best buddy until hormones bitch slapped her and she ditched me for a guy who dumped her as soon as he met her. Anyway, I remember she wanted curly hair like mine and she got some braids done [because, you know how your hair looks like when the braids are gone] and she ended up with broken tips and straight hair. Sad story. Haven't seen Nataly in a looooong time.

I'm listening to this song called Polly Anne by Agent Sparks. Pretty cool.

Ok, Bye.

KARINA

Don't Get It Twisted...

I know what you're thinking right now. You think I'm in love [with another human being]. You're wrong. I'm just really really REALLY happy today, because yesterday  I [finally] picked up at 'Ritmo Latino' my new Spice Girls Special Edition Gift Box. It came with a Greatest Hits Music CD & DVD, a Limited Edition Karaoke CD, a Spice Girls Friendship Bracelet and five postcards [a.k.a pictures] of each Spice Girl. I don't know what to say so you won't think that I'm a sick obsessed person, but I really love it. And even though I had to pay $60 for it [that makes this the most expenssive CD I have ever bought], I think it's worth it. I posted a picture of it so you can admire its beauty [LMAO].

Spice Girls Special Edition Giftbox

On the bad side, I have to say I'm pretty disappointed with the friendship bracelet, because, if you think about it, I paid for it, and its something that any street vendor can make here in this city at Downtown Tijuana. I even have a bracelet like that with my name on it, and it was just a dollar. So if the package says 'Made In Holland', I at least expect a good quality bracelet. But, anyways, the rest of the contents in the box are just fine.

What else can I talk about in this post?

Well, last saturday I went out with two of my friends [Ivan & Olimpia]. They rescued me from my brother and his stupid friends, who attacked my house, ate almost everything they found, and left me hungry. So we went to get some japanese food, and it was all good, we had a good talk, but at the end of the day we ended up talking about some deep shit. That kind of stuff that makes you think and cry [which I avoid doing in front of people]. We talked about the future and everything, and uhh.. honestly, between me and whoever is reading this, that makes me feel kind of lonely, because I know I can count on people, but I can't take them for granted. And no matter what they say, I will end up alone in this world.

Turns out that the only place where you can 'store' people is in your mind [and jail] unless you get Alzheimer or some other disease, and if you do, my dear friend, you're fucked up.

And now that we're talking about some deep shit stuff, with all the things me and my friends have talked about, I've been thinking about death... a lot, which scares me like you have no idea. Specially because some people say that, when you think about it a lot, you may attract that thought, and I don't want that to happen, but now I can't help it!

I mean, if you think that you may attract it, then I will think of how NOT TO attract it, which takes me back to my first thought [death]. 

So I've been acting like a paranoid bitch lately, and I don't know if something's going to happen to me or my family, or I'm just depressed. I don't know. So if you have any ideas on how to get over this feeling, let me know. And if you're going to give me some advice, please [PLEASE!!] don't talk to me about morals, and how friendship can help me, or God, because I know all I need to know about those ''topics''. I've heard it all. Just... say something [funny] that would make me feel better.

*5 minutes later* 

You know what? Now that I've said it all, I feel a little bit better. But please feel free to talk to me about it.

Ok, so about today's music, I am not going to ask you to listen to a Spice Girls song because I'm lame, but not THAT lame, and uh... you've had enough 'Spice' for today. So listen to Alicia Keys, I like her song 'Like You'll Never See Me Again'. It's a pretty good [inspiring] song. You can also listen to 'Le Disko' by Shiny Toy Guns because that's my favorite song at this moment, so listen to it.

I'm sorry about the bad words I typed today, but seriously, sometimes I don't have any other words to describe how I'm feeling so I had to use them.

Ok people, I hope you have a great week, and I hope I can survive to life in general. Have fun, and... uhmm... Type To You Later [Ok, bad joke!]

Bye.

Karina

 [a.k.a the life-frustrated mexican girl]

P.S. I have my Spice Girls box!!! Woo Hoo!!!! Eat your hearts out!!! [Envy Me!]. And yes! I named this post after one of their songs!

Okay, so, I'll be leaving this country [to spend the holidays with my family in California] in less than 24 hours, and I have packed already, prepared my passport and my visa, bought car insurance, everything is in order now, and this is my last night in Mexico before Christmas.

Our Christmas Tree

Needless to say, it's 9:00pm right now and and AMAZINGLY bored... I would really love if real people actually read this, because I've been putting my heart in this blog and I would aprecciate if I can get some attention... Uhmmm... so... since there's nothing better to do I will share some of pictures with whoever is reading this behind any screen in the whole wide world...

That thing over there is our tree, this year I decided it was gonna have purple ornaments, because for some reason after several years I gained back my love for purple stuff [that's a long story you don't wanna read] and it looks nice don't you think?...

I'm definitely not into the whole holiday spirit lately, I guess this is the most awesome time of the year because I get to see [almost] all my family members, and we share a great time together but I guess I will always miss my dad when times like this come, and of course my grandma who passed away this year. Don't you feel like that sometimes? or is it just me? because I feel like a real sucker for not being all joyful and happy about this or any other season that involves my family.

Talking about some other stuff, today I've been listening to radio all day long, and I'm really liking ''Misery Business''

Hello Kitty says Happy Holidays

by Paramore, along with some other weird stuff I listen to everyday... I also realized no matter how much stuff I liesten to, like pop, rock, classical, jpop, reggaeton, soul, reggae, techno or whatever, I will always go back to R&B and Hip Hop [funny huh?] but the truth is I have always liked Hip Hop and thanks to that I'm in love with music.

Ok right now I'm just being random, so I'm gonna stop typing now.

People, whoever is reading this, I hope you have a wonderful holiday season, Merry Christmas & Happy New Year [or whatever you celebrate, just celebrate!] Have Fun, don't drink because that's something only I can do, and Take Care...

I will come and post as soon as I come back or as soon as I can find a computer in Los Angeles. Buh-Bye!!

[Wish Me Luck!]

[Not Too] Cheerful...

 Karina