Monday, December 29, 2008

Reflections...

Because I'm the most retarded girl ever, I will tell you my reflections about this year.

I can't remember much before June. I think June was a start of a whole new me and a whole new life and stuff. Not sure. Anyway, the first part of the year was filled with good stuff from what I remember.

This year started off with me in Guatemala with one of my best friends in the whole entire world. I love him to pieces and everything felt right when I spent the first minute of 2008 with him!

I was really happy.

In August of 2007, I was asked to be part of the Thursday Night Booking crew at Gilman. We didn't book shows, but we did book community events and acoustic performances. It wasn't really my thing. Then, I got asked to do actual booking in early 2008. I think in January. I worked for a real long and hard time and finally had my first show on April 11. Blackfire canceled that show, but I didn't care because the bill was amazing. 311 people showed up that night!

Spead Trials in March was amazing too. We made tamales and the bands ruled. I was with good friends and really happy.

Extreme Noise Terror show was really fun! That was the night that some people found out that I drink. I drank with Carlos and some of his homies. That was an interesting night.

Of course, there were other big shows. There was the Pinhead Gunpowder show. Hella people and I was making fun of all the star struck fans of GreenDay that were on their nuts. Rivalry Records Showcase was fun and super funny. Those were all before June. It was fun.

Besides shows, I had met Cassondra for the first time. Little did I know that she was actually going to become one of my best friends.

Then came June and everything was a little different. The Tragedy show brought about the first time that I went into Pyramid and was able to drink a beer at the bar. Carlos and I shared a pitcher. I have since done that several times now since I've figured it out. That same night England and I were drinking everywhere. Hahaha... I was a little drunk.

The week after was my graduation from high school. That was a good weekend. Graduating with honors in English was sick. That same weekend I stayed out and ate hotdogs with England until 3am and the next night I went to Dublin to see a crappy show. I passed out in the bathroom before I got to see my friend's band and well, they couldn't find me for an hour.

The next weekend, was the MDC night. That was a cool show. I thought it was an ok show, but I also thought that hanging out with Cassondra was sick. It was the first time both of us really bonded. Best part was eating hotdogs after the show! Big things happened that night. I don't think I could ever forget it.

The Leftover Crack show was the show in which everyone was wasted except me who was drunk at the beginning and was the first one to sober up and drive people home. Yup. I don't have a license either.

The Fourth of July show I got completely wasted and missed the show because I threw up. The next day was Tidal Wave. It was super hilarious. Burritos and #2. I had to yell at some guy who kept trying to convince Cassondra to do porn that day. Then, it was the Limp Wrist show I helped book. After the show I did some stupid shit, but whatever. It was fun.

The whole summer went by in such a blur. I remember seeing Skarp and meeting cool people there. I remember at the Limp Wrist show I met tons of people. I remember so much. I remember the Ramen show with the fire works. I remember my failed show at Balazo where I lost $250. I remember the night before that. I remember late night phone calls. I remember so much and so little at the same time. I remember being picked up on Shattuck and going to the Berkeley hills. I remember the food. I remember the conversations. I remember hating people. I remember the fights. I remember everything! It was a great summer.

Then, fall came. School started. Stress started. But, I went to art exhibits and met more and more people. I got my first tattoos. I spent more and more time with my friend Marinda and met so many people at school. I made a lot of mistakes in the fall. I think I made really big ones that I am almost regretting. I try to never regret though... I sorted felt depressed and came to horrible realizations during this time. Feelings of rejection came up in me. That's no fun to experience. But, it's all part of growing up.I've become a different person. Well, not so much different, but I grew up.

I was voted into being Co-Head of Booking at Gilman. I met even more people. I went to Latino Fest. I went to so many shows. I went to see Vitamin X. I passed out and threw up in my friends car. I felt like I was going to die one night. I got bloody noses. Night time car rides were different. I had coffee with my friend almost everyday. I ate powdered donuts. I quit being vegan (part of my new year thing is to go back to being vegan. I get sick too much and it's not good for me). Celebrating Yun-yun's birthday with her is always a highlight for me!

I fucked up a lot this year, but I think the good outweigh the bad. I had a good year. Everything has changed. I used to be good friends with a few people and now they're either gone or we're drifting apart. Some of those people I don't mind being gone from my life and I don't mine drifting apart from. Others I am really sad about. I am torn that people that I felt close to at one point in my life and earlier this year are acting weird around me or we just don't talk in general. Life goes on. This was a good year and I think next year will be better! Next year will be amazing! I'm going to start it off right!


2008 was Great!

1) DRINK​ING BUDDY​ OF THE YEAR?
Cassondra, England, Carlos! My drinking homies!

2) LIFET​IME SERVI​CE AWARD​?​​
Cassondra

3) NEW COMER​ AWARD​-​ COOLE​ST NEWES​T FRIEN​D?​​
Cassondra... I met her in February! I have tons of cool new friends though!

4) HIGH POINT​ OF THE YEAR?
Summer was the best time of my life!

5) LOW POINT​ OF THE YEAR?​​
There were a few.

6) BEST HOLID​AY?​​
4th of July was cool.

7) YOUR SONG FOR 2008:
Stress Builds Character by Dystopia
Just because I couldn't stop listening to it for a whole month!

8) MOVIE​ FOR 2008?
Lots!

9) BEST KISS OF 2008?
I was drunk, I vomited, and then the guy kissed me. It's a funny story.

11) WHO DID YOU SPEND​ VALEN​TINES​ WITH?​​
I can't even remember.

12) WHAT WERE YOU FOR HALLO​WEEN?​​
I was nothing because I suck.

13) RESTA​URANT​ OF THE YEAR?​​
Al's Big Burger

14) BOOK OF THE YEAR?
CHOKE!!!!!!!!!

15) BEST DECIS​ION MADE THIS YEAR?
I don't make good decisions.

16) WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS​ FOR NEXT YEAR?​​
Go to school. Book shows. Move out.

17) MOST STUPI​D IDEA WHEN DRUNK​?​
Making my move on a guy when he wasn't feeling it.

18) TV SHOW OF THE YEAR?​​
HOUSE!!!!!!

19) MOST LOYAL​ FRIEN​D OF 2008?​​
Cassondra.!.

20) BIGGE​ST CHANG​E OF THE YEAR?​​
I graduated from high school

21) BIGGE​ST douch​ebag AWARD​?​​
She knows who she is.

22) NEW YEAR RESOL​UTION​?​​
Be happy.

23) MOST MEMOR​ABLE momen​t for 2008?​​
Certain shows including MDC night. Fuck. There are too many! I have so many memorable moments that were both good and bad. Can you imagine the shit that happened? FUCK! =) I loved this year!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Things change...

And for the first time in about 2 months, I am happy. I mean, I am usually happy, but I'm happy in a different way. It's hard to explain. Things were weird for awhile and I wasn't sure what to do. But, I saw the big picture and felt no pain in my stomach, felt no jealousy, felt no regret, felt no rejection. I, for the first time, felt nothing but happiness. A little nostalgia, but mostly happiness. I am happy.

It's so nice.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Fuck Work!

Written at 5:14pm

I’m sitting at work right now. My boss called me today to tell me that he wanted to “let me go” if I didn’t start working hard enough. Maybe he should take a good long look in the mirror first. I’m doing his job. Ridiculous! I am sick of this job. I had an anxiety attack at work. My heard was racing, I was short of breath, I felt dizzy, and I just couldn’t think straight. It’s not like my job is that hard, it’s just boring and a pain in the ass. It’s really hard to relax. I want to jump out of my skin and kill myself simultaneously. It sucks. It seemed like a bigger deal an hour ago.

Now, we are listening to some racist hating on Arabs and Muslims on the radio. Where am I? I just want to leave, but I need money. This sucks. This guy is a homophobe and an idiot. I can’t believe I’m listening to this bullshit. Eh…

I’m having one of the worst days ever. At least I’m writing and my nerves are calmed again. It’s too much to handle. Life, I mean.

I think this asshole on the radio is a rich white guy “speaking for” the lower and middle class white people. Fuck him. He’s xenophobic. Ew. I think the show is called “Savage Nation.”
I guess I should go back to work. I only had two ten minute breaks today. Fuck!


Alejandra

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Oh how things have changed.

This is a picture of me when I was around... I'm think thirteen years old. Can you believe that? Fuuuuuuuck.
I feel like things have changed drastically for me appearance-wise and well, everything else. My taste in music is different. Well, okay, not drastically different, but I'm sure you know what I mean. Look at those stupid eyebrow rings I have. I still have the scars to prove that they were there. HAHAHA! Oh man.....
I remember that in those days I drank too much and started popping too many pills. Holy Shit! I don't think I'd smoked pot yet. Holy shit. Ok, so in this picture I was actually "straight edge" at the time. I wanted to stop drinking, but I don't know what happened. I think I was vegetarian too. HAHA! Ok, maybe life isn't so different. But, man, those days seem so far away yet I remember them so clearly. I remember my first pill. Adderall. I remember that day so clearly. Then, I remember the ritalin and then the tweak. Damn. And then the sleeping pills to make myself sleep again. Oh and smoking lots and lots of pot. Those days are long gone. Fuck dude.

But, things are different now. I traded the eyebrow rings for a nose piercing, then for stretched ears, and then for a septum piercing. I was a vegan just this August. I was straight edge just last year. Things change. People change. I don't do drugs at all. Nothing. 100% clean in that department. I just drink occasionally. That's just what I do. I eat meat because I like it and drink because I like it.
I look a little different. I mean, I still have a baby face, but I think I look a little different. Not sure. Hahaha... I'm not so hard headed in my political views either. I'm not as violent. I'm not as shy (even though I am pretty shy still). I changed friends. I changed my life. I'm different. It's kinda cool.

It's funny that I write this narcissistic blog after I wrote about people with low self-esteem being narcissistic. Eh... Oh well. This blog is about me and stuff about me. HAHAHA! Fucking lame, but when will anyone listen to me in reality?

Did you know...

Did you know that low self-esteem is thinly masked by narcissism?

Have you noticed that the girls with the lowest self-esteem are the most narcissistic girls you ever met? Have you noticed that all those girls love to pamper themselves and stare at themselves in the mirror? Weird. Well, only some of them act that way.

On another related note, I have mentioned before on a blog that I wrote on my myspace about sexism, that I find eating disorders upsetting when children have them, but not when adults or teenagers have them. I know that I may sound a little bit evil at this point, but I will explain why.
People in third world countries who are starving to death don't have the luxury to think about how "beautiful" and skinny they look, they are too busy struggling to survive!

I find that really weird. I really do hate this society's so-called "diseases." It disgusts me. How dare people who have everything think they need to starve themselves in order to be beautiful. I am sorry if I offend you, but eating disorders are first world "diseases." Only the rich can afford to do that to themselves. Straight up!

Loves,
Ale

I hate this movie.

Life is but a box of fucking chocolates. You go through all the options that you have available to you: dark chocolate, chocolate with chile, chocolate with almonds, etc. You search through the giant box. Some are delicious, but not what you really want and some are disgusting. Some you have never tried before and others you can’t get enough of. And in the end, you hope that you got enough chocolate and that the last one is the sweetest.

Life is like a fucking box of chocolates. Maybe the idiot in Forest Gump was right about that. This is my take on the supposed wisdom from that horrible movie.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I am disgusting.

Really I am. I promise you.

Fuck! I have a lot of gross images passing through my mind.

Pretty gross.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Sick Of It All

This flyer seems to be controversial at Gilman. Carlos Antagony made it for his show on Dec. 27th. There is a rule at Gilman that says that bookers can’t book their own band. They have to get another booker to put their name on the show so that they can put their own band on the show. My name is on the board. To most idiots in the world, they think I booked this show.

So, a few people come up to me and tell me how that flyer is sexist or inappropriate. How is it inappropriate? I get guys coming up to me and telling me it’s a sexist flyer. A MALE coming up to me, a FEMALE, telling me it’s a sexist flyer. It’s almost as if they are saying that I should be offended by this girl showing nipples and panties. I’m not. If you are that uncomfortable with the female body, why don’t you just hide in your little dream world of covering up women from head to foot so they can’t be “exploited” by Carlos Antagony and the rest of men like him. Bullshit. Really, it’s a bunch of bullshit.

What makes me angrier is the fact that some people who don’t even volunteer at this club felt that they had to voice their opinions about the flyer by drawing over them with feminist symbols and other shit. Really? Are you that immature? Why don’t you come up to me and we’ll discuss it or go up to Carlos. Carlos worked very hard on that flyer and Gilman spent money on printing them. Really. I cannot believe this. If you want to make a statement, print your own flyer and draw all over them instead of drawing all over the ones that Gilman paid for printing and someone worked very hard on. The level of maturity at this club astounds me. I feel like I’m back in middle school sometimes.

I really am tired of people giving the booking department shit. We make the money at the club. I think we deserve more respect than what we are receiving right now. Why are you talking shit about bookers that end up paying for Gilman’s rent? I understand that all departments are necessary at Gilman, but I feel like people love to criticize the booking department to no end and it’s not fair. I know there have been some people at Gilman that have talked shit about how I book shows. I don’t mind that so much as I mind the fact that they are saying all this behind my back and not to my face. It upsets me when I hear things like that from people that I generally like personally (others I don’t really like at all). I don’t even receive most of the criticisms.

Anyway, I think the point of this was to express that I hate the fact that some parts of Gilman are ultra-PC. Well, not so much that (because I do value most people’s opinions) than the fact that people’s maturity levels are so low that they have to draw on flyers that a booker worked really hard on or talk shit behind someone’s back. I thought I left middle school and high school. I guess not. I guess the punk scene is the same.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

The Whipping Boy Of The Family.

I've had knives held up to my throat by my mother.
I've been kicked and beaten with belts by my father.
I took everything from everyone there.

He told me it was because I was meek.
Then, he told me, I changed.
I am overly aggressive.

I am the fucking toilet of the family.

Friday, December 5, 2008

My best friends!

My best friend, Cassondra, is amazing. She has her flaws just like I have mine, but her love and passion is intense and something to be cherished.

My other best friend, Yun-yun, is amazingly amazing! She has her flaws, but she is funny and her smile beams and lights up dark days.

My other best friend, Luis, is equally amazing. He has flaws, but his whole self is so amazing! I love him so much and I love that he has strong convictions!

I love my best friends so much!!!!

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Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Age Is More Than A Number

I got an e-mail today that said:
"you should get younger friends.. not old assholes like me"
I came to the sudden realization that I am young. I cannot move on past my initial thoughts. I am in no way mature. I am a 19-year old girl from the East Bay that really doesn't do shit but fuck around with my life. Look at my friends around me? They are all older. I have a few friends my age, but I can't relate to many people my age. That doesn't make me any older than my current age. That doesn't make my mentality older. I remember waking up one day and a friend telling me, "You are older than most girls your age. You are more mature than your friends." How can that be true? My innocence rules my life. I have been through so much in my life, but my innocence remains intact. I am not like the people I hang out with. I am different. I am still a child. I am still taken aback by situations that no longer faze my mature counterparts. My sense of humor is immature. They way I deal with my emotions is immature. I see people around me that can say how they are feeling to people and I can't. I either act with hostility toward them or I try my hardest to remain civil and end up being probably one of the most passive aggressive people you could ever meet. I am not mature. I am young. I no longer see age as a thing of no importance. It has all the meaning in the world.

A Question.

Could dreams by my demise? They give me unfounded hopes and express my real desires.

Dreams scare me. I had a horrible nightmare last night that left me shaking and in cold sweats. That wasn't a dream with hopes and desires, but it did scare me to no end.

Most of my dreams make me really happy. I feel like everything is going well in them. Then, I wake up thinking that it's reality, but it's not and I'm left with a feeling of despair that my preferred reality must only remain in my subconscious.

However, there are dreams that make me realize certain things in my life. I had an epiphany, as some would say. It was interesting. It makes me realize that there are certain things in my life that are good that I thought were horrible. It makes me happy.

Last night I had all three dreams. Nightmares, Hope Dreams, and Happy Dreams.
Could dreams be my demise?

Monday, December 1, 2008

New Ink!!!!

Part two of my giant tattoo!

It looks better in real life!