Mexid Cocktail’s Neighborhood

I put on my Carpenters tape because they put me in a good mood.

Okay.

I wrote your names on strips of paper to draw from a hat (that Ben made me):

Red, White & Blueberry Pancakes
This Sunday, July 5th
Two Campuses. One Church.
This 4th of July weekend gather the family and come enjoy a delicious pancake breakfast for FREE. Breakfast is served at 10:00am with ONE amazing service with both campuses combined at 11:30am.
See you there!

I´m having a horrible week, but I am slowly making it through it...

I can't tell if I type commas instead of periods and vice-versa.

 

I took my computer to a technician and he said he had to delete everything in order for my internet to work again, so he did, but instead of installing Windows Vista, he installed a "Windows Vista Style" operating system, which is nothing like the ORIGINAL Vista.

 

I hate it when people treat me like I'm some sort of idiot who doesn't know shit about computers. The technician's secretary told me that it looked exactly the same and my screen had issues and they had to fix it.

What the fuck??

 

I had to tell the lady I was not going to let her talk to me like I'm stupid. I know what I had, and I know what I got in return, so she got scared and she admitted she didn't hacve the original Vista, that's why they installed the rip off.

 

So, everything in my computer looks weird. The screen is blurry and I already tried to fix the resolution but it doesn´t work. Also, everyone looks fat in my computer...

 

The doctor I had been going to told me I have to go through another surgery in order to get Billy removed (and the stone they left behind). But when she called the specialist he said that they needed to call the "expert" because he wasn't ready to perform another surgery on me. So now I've been trying to find a doctor with enough balls to perform MINOR surgery on me, and take this wire away.

 

There´s no song of the day, because I´m mad.

SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!
7.2.09

Not digging my face at the moment.

But I AM digging that bookshelf behind me.
I found it on the street near my apartment the other day.

It's exactly what I'd been looking for.
It's kinda old and dirty, but I need shelves and such to put my stuff on.

Sometimes I buy books.
Other times I save books from the garbage---books that I have no interest in reading at all.
(It's just hard for me to see things like that thrown away.)

And I'm into these figurines:

Song of the day is Party by Nelly Furtado.

In honor of Sarah C., who's visiting the US right now for a couple weeks, I'm going to give away a free t-shirt.

OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!
In light blue.
In your size!

What you have to do is leave a comment, and I'll choose a winner at random on Friday, July 3rd.
I'll post the winner on Friday for all to see!

Even if you haven't commented before, don't be shy!
It'll be good for you.

This morning I woke up to a long text message from my friend Andrea G., and I sorta think every morning should start off this way.

It's a "rap" she wrote:

I cry leaves of black trees
tracing dope memories of Jasper the cat flyin' high
in the 114 coterie cold wind
and ghost sees to spark + ashes
phoenix rise to a sun rise
makin dough with our lives
taken days w surprise
take heart these
eight more lives

To which I responded:

(I had to write it out first.)

In other news, what I thought were gunshots---I live in a depressed neighborhood---these past few weeks has actually turned out to be fireworks:

What's your favorite Michael Jackson song? Bonus points if you share the video.

BEAT IT!

He looks a little stiffer and slower here, but even so, nobody could move like him. When they break into the famous Beat It line dance, it was 1983 again.

when I went downstairs, I heard the old cleaning man say to the building manager, "the cops came," to which the building manager responded with, "yeah?," to which the cleaning man said, "yeah..." and then I looked around the corner and saw the cleaning man on the couch smoking a cigarette and the building manager counting money and they looked up at me and said hi, and I said hi back, and left.

the cops came!? where and when, and thank god I wasn't around. What is going on!?

Had a cold all weekend, and somehow managed to make my capsule an absolute disaster. On the up side, I'm feeling a lot better now. Maybe I'll get some work done tonight.

Part of the preliminary acceptance package for my scholarship includes the (gasp) letters of recommendation two of my professors sent. I didn't get to read them before, and I just glanced through them. They were so kind and encouraging, I was moved to tears. It made me feel like I need to get off my fat ass and really finish off what I need to do, and clinch this scholarship. I've somehow moved the universe to help and support me so far, I just need to keep going with this.
Wearing a yukata at work this week.
Going on a crash diet this week. Just because. It's kind of a crash diet/cleanse thing. Too much junk food lately. That's probably what's made me sick. Plus a customer took me out to eat a whole cow one night. Including but not limited to cow Achilles heel chopped up like fresh onion slices, raw cow liver sprinkled with sesame seeds, cow tongue seared. I literally ate a cow from head to foot to guts -- and I'm actually a vegetarian. Felt pretty gross afterwards, so I think I need a crash diet/cleanse. And I'm writing it here so that I won't back out of it.

I think I'm not number one this week, and guess what? It will be a relief. My goal is to NOT go on a paid date this week. I need to focus on other things.