Last year was my first time in the States for 4th of July in three years. Before that, I hadn't been in the US for Independence Day since... 2000.
This is my second straight year being in town.
I still don't really know what to do on this day besides chill in my house with the AC on full blast, waiting for the sun to set so the fireworks display can entertain me.
The most entertaining 4th of July story that I've acquired is one from 1995, when I was in Mexico for the celebrations.
All of us Mexican-American kids would get together in the plaza and light fireworks.
Sounds normal... but remember, we're ghetto Mexican kids, so we'd use cigarettes to light the fireworks... since they last longer than matches.
There we were, 8-14 year olds, smoking cigarettes and lighting fireworks. Quite synonymous with barefooted hillbillies in Arkansas or whatever hick place, if you ask me. We are all ONE people, right?
After the "nice" fireworks would be done, we'd mess with the more dangerous shit and nearly maim one another... although I never did that. The worst I ever did was throw those "poppers" at people's feet... and that was only once or twice, because I don't do onto others what I don't want done onto myself. I'm scared SHITLESS of fireworks of any kind... I was probably a dog in a past life...
Well, I'm not scared of the pretty fireworks that PROFESSIONALS use... and by "professionals" I mean "Casinos."
I'm scared/irritated when a regular old Joe is holding combustible material in one hand, and a lighter in the other. Fuck that. Get away from me unless you want my foot to become acquainted with your gut/groin/ass/face. I don't play with that shit.
Yeah, I'm traumatized after all those years of the imbecile kids playing with fireworks and hurting each other with them. Even if I was never severely injured like others, the loud noise still agitates me.
So uh... yeah, there is my entry dedicated to our day of independence. The day I'm irritated from dealing with annoying pyromaniacs (as opposed to "cool" pyromaniacs?)... and hearing/seeing one too many people say the word "America" (HUGE pet peeve: referring to the USA as only "America." Get yo facts straight, folks, that's a continent [TWO, actually]. And you're damn right if you think you saw me cringe after you said it... that was me fighting the urge to slap you across the face so you could bite your tongue and never say "America" in that context ever again. End rant).
But don't get it twisted, I DO love the United States of America. I owe everything I am and everything I have to it.
Muchas, muchas gracias.
Happy birthday, US of A!
Siempre recordare que hace cuatro años acepte su invitación para salir por primera vez (después de andarme chingue y chingue con que saliéramos)... el pensando que iba a estar super buena o no se que cosa... y luego se decepcionó de mi.
Por MESES me escribía, me leia, y me coqueteaba... y luego como por arte de magia, dejo de hablarme. Todo esto después de verme.
Forzo un distanciamiento.
Ahora nos llevamos bien, pero siempre tendré ese... poco de rencor al recordar que fue tan... superficial. Me vio gorda y nada de "buenota" como se imaginaba... y fue mala onda y me ignoro.
Ese día fuimos al cine, vimos una película, y nos pusimos a platicar al lado de mi carro. Hablamos por un buen rato, y en medio de la platica, comenzaron con los cuetes, y el los veia. Yo solo los podía escuchar, pero ni con el señalar los pude ver.
Así me fue con el. Estuve deslumbrada por el ("escuchar los cuetes")... luego el me tiro a la chingada... y ya, varios años despues cuando todas las chavas lo ignoran, el es invisible para mi ("pero no puedo ver los cuetes").
El esta mas viejo... mas gordo. Y yo? Ja... pues... ya quisiera poder verme (pero sí es mi amigo... solo que siempre le guardare un poco de rencor por lo sucedido... pero solo cuando se trata de lo romántico, nunca de la amistad. Como amigo es increíble. Una persona única y admirable).
Viiiiindicitve? Me? Hmmmm.... maybe sometimes.
This is my second straight year being in town.
I still don't really know what to do on this day besides chill in my house with the AC on full blast, waiting for the sun to set so the fireworks display can entertain me.
The most entertaining 4th of July story that I've acquired is one from 1995, when I was in Mexico for the celebrations.
All of us Mexican-American kids would get together in the plaza and light fireworks.
Sounds normal... but remember, we're ghetto Mexican kids, so we'd use cigarettes to light the fireworks... since they last longer than matches.
There we were, 8-14 year olds, smoking cigarettes and lighting fireworks. Quite synonymous with barefooted hillbillies in Arkansas or whatever hick place, if you ask me. We are all ONE people, right?
After the "nice" fireworks would be done, we'd mess with the more dangerous shit and nearly maim one another... although I never did that. The worst I ever did was throw those "poppers" at people's feet... and that was only once or twice, because I don't do onto others what I don't want done onto myself. I'm scared SHITLESS of fireworks of any kind... I was probably a dog in a past life...
Well, I'm not scared of the pretty fireworks that PROFESSIONALS use... and by "professionals" I mean "Casinos."
I'm scared/irritated when a regular old Joe is holding combustible material in one hand, and a lighter in the other. Fuck that. Get away from me unless you want my foot to become acquainted with your gut/groin/ass/face. I don't play with that shit.
Yeah, I'm traumatized after all those years of the imbecile kids playing with fireworks and hurting each other with them. Even if I was never severely injured like others, the loud noise still agitates me.
So uh... yeah, there is my entry dedicated to our day of independence. The day I'm irritated from dealing with annoying pyromaniacs (as opposed to "cool" pyromaniacs?)... and hearing/seeing one too many people say the word "America" (HUGE pet peeve: referring to the USA as only "America." Get yo facts straight, folks, that's a continent [TWO, actually]. And you're damn right if you think you saw me cringe after you said it... that was me fighting the urge to slap you across the face so you could bite your tongue and never say "America" in that context ever again. End rant).
But don't get it twisted, I DO love the United States of America. I owe everything I am and everything I have to it.
Muchas, muchas gracias.
Happy birthday, US of A!
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En un día como hoy, recuerdo a alguien en particular... el chavo (aunque no tiene NADA de "chavo" ese ruco) por quien hice esta pagina.Siempre recordare que hace cuatro años acepte su invitación para salir por primera vez (después de andarme chingue y chingue con que saliéramos)... el pensando que iba a estar super buena o no se que cosa... y luego se decepcionó de mi.
Por MESES me escribía, me leia, y me coqueteaba... y luego como por arte de magia, dejo de hablarme. Todo esto después de verme.
Forzo un distanciamiento.
Ahora nos llevamos bien, pero siempre tendré ese... poco de rencor al recordar que fue tan... superficial. Me vio gorda y nada de "buenota" como se imaginaba... y fue mala onda y me ignoro.
Ese día fuimos al cine, vimos una película, y nos pusimos a platicar al lado de mi carro. Hablamos por un buen rato, y en medio de la platica, comenzaron con los cuetes, y el los veia. Yo solo los podía escuchar, pero ni con el señalar los pude ver.
Así me fue con el. Estuve deslumbrada por el ("escuchar los cuetes")... luego el me tiro a la chingada... y ya, varios años despues cuando todas las chavas lo ignoran, el es invisible para mi ("pero no puedo ver los cuetes").
El esta mas viejo... mas gordo. Y yo? Ja... pues... ya quisiera poder verme (pero sí es mi amigo... solo que siempre le guardare un poco de rencor por lo sucedido... pero solo cuando se trata de lo romántico, nunca de la amistad. Como amigo es increíble. Una persona única y admirable).
Viiiiindicitve? Me? Hmmmm.... maybe sometimes.
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