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2002-04-03 - 1:43 a.m. i don't know karate, but i know craaazy...? hello little friend, i see that xgayboi has a new entry. i'm glad. matt is sleeping, and i as usual am wound up like a fucking clock. i have the sleeping habits of a speed freak. needless to say, i'm not one. so why did i say it anyway? the world may never know. i got to leave work early today, and i didn't even really want to. i only did it coz one of my fellow coworkers leaves early all the time, and i just thought that tonight for once should be my turn. sorta like the principle of the thing, i guess. the funny thing is that i think it actually irked him, yet when he does it it's a different story. a little do as i say not as i do action. tu sabes. matt and i had dinner at some restaurant i've already forgotten the name of. it was fair. i'm mexican, or mexican-american, so i sorta know how mexican food is supposed to taste, and this was like a "white version" of mexican food. "white version" coming from matt, who is in fact himself a "whiteboy". i should have just gotten the chicken. coz that's what i get when i don't know if the place is any good. my theory being, how bad can you fuck up chicken, right? but, damn my adventurousness. i got this shredded beef burrito thing, and it was very bland. the homemade flour torts were the nuts though. it was a very romantic restaurant. dimly lit, candlelight. they even had these two guitarists walking from table to table serenading the couples. i asked them to sing this beautiful song called, "sabor a mi". it's a fave of mine. so with a few seven&7's in me, and a bolero as my soundtrack, i was just about ready to attack matt right there in the restaurant. i managed to keep it in my pants until we got home. then, poor kid, he never knew what hit him. ok, 2 things that i want to cover before i forget. first, i am a mexican american. (there's some italian/dutch/spanish-basic mutt, but mostly mexicano)and i live in so. cal. sooo....yes i have heard things like, "well your family probably hasn't been here(america) that long" or "do your parents speak english" or "excuse me, senor" it just bothers me when SOME white folks just have to assume i just crossed the border, or i'm a first generation american. i'm proud of my mexicanness, but do you know i don't even speak spanish? my family from myself to my great grandparents (none of whom i have any longer) all speak/spoke perfect fluent english. i was not raised speaking spanish by anybody. when i rattle off english like anybody else would, i sometimes get straight out awe-struck stares. it's sad really, it's like "they're" thinking, "how can you be so much like me" i think it really bothers some people. whoopi goldberg once brought up an interesting point. why am i a "mexican american" or she an "african american" or "native americans" "asian americans", and europeans not classified as "german american" "dutch american" "french american"? and while i'm ranting, why am i expected to know spanish? yes i have a spanish last name, brown hair, brown eyes, i am obviously latino, but where is the law that says i gotta know spanish? if my last name were schmidt would i be expected to know german fluently? not to mention the fact that the mexicans from mexico hate me because i don't know spanish, and am therefore percieved by them as thinking that i am better than them because i won't speak the language. i must think i'm "white". i've been told off in target by an old mexican man because he asked me a question in spanish, and i couldn't answer him. he basically asked me, "well you're mexican aren't you" i replied yes, then it was on. "what kind of mexican are you" and, "who do you think you are" i understood enough to get that. so in fucked up broke ass spanish i basically responded by saying, "this is america, you live here now, so learn the language" rude? you damn skippy. but, i got my point across, and i was pissed. i was an innocent shopper, minding my own business. so i really wasn't in the mood to prove how mexican i was/am. oh brother, that guy really gave me the business. my second thing was today this guy asked if i played an instrument, and when i said no, because i don't, he said, "that sucks" i was like, "fuck you, toolbox" sheesh, some people. buenos noches little friend |
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