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The best Christmas present I could have gotten was my mom letting me know my grandmother is doing a little better. I hope it's a trend. I'll try not to think about it now, but come the first of the month, I'll have to figure out what I'm going to do about rent. I have mine to pay on my own, and my dads. Trying not to freak out about it, but it is a ( Read more... )

So once again, thank you for everyone all the support. To update on the situation. This morning we get a message that my grandmother took a turn for the worse, this is even before any surgery. As for as I know, they decided to hold off on it and took her to intensive care ( Read more... )

Mom is home safe, but as I feared, it is almost certain grandma has Cancer. Mom may be leaving for Mexico again next week. My aunts are already there. Monday grandma goes into surgery to remove some calcification in her gall bladder that will most likely reveal the Cancer's progress. The procedure has a high probability of complication and if they ( Read more... )

You know, things are pretty decent.

I have a great support system with a few good people in place. I have an awesome brotha' in lqc whom I can't even thank enough always being there. I have a new circle of friends to go with the established one to keep things exciting and new. And I am slowly getting to know a girl who has the amazing ability to make ( Read more... )

The past few months have been hard, as most of you know. In that time, my eyes have openned to the true state of the world. I won't go all William Blake, but my perception has definitely been cleansed ( Read more... )

I haven't been this perpetually angry for this long since mom was engaged to an emotionally abusive drunk. I am trying my hardest to just handle it in a quiet and dignified manner. What good will it do to rant and rave save to disrespect the past?

No, respect the past. Someone has to. I have to.

Unlike many of my friends, I had a decent high school experience and lately I've been missing it. More specifically, I miss my times as a Mariachi. For the first time I voluntarily studied the culture of my parents. I learned about the Aztecs and then the Mayans, and finally the mother culture of central America: the Olmecs. And I was in a ( Read more... )

I've always had a connection (is that even the right word) with Jim Morrison. It was "Not To Touch The Earth" that inspired me to be a poet and expand my musical scope. As obvious as it might seem, I never put two and two together that along with his raging alcoholism, he was also clinically depressed. Then I thought about something he wrote, and ( Read more... )

So I keep writing and deleting entries here. I don't know, maybe I just don't want to whine or maybe I don't have much of interest to say. But I figured I should at least post an update ( Read more... )