I was raised in Mexicali (a relatively small city in Mexico) by a mostly catholic family. Halloween isn’t really a big holiday there and my religious mother thinks of it as an evil pagan celebration, so the innocent act of going around my block asking for candy was not an option for me. That is, until we moved to Tijuana. It’s all so different here! Last year the streets were crowded and we had to turn the lights off and pretend we weren’t home so no one would bother us…but my father didn’t liked that so he decided we would hand out candy this year. Finally, I would have a chance to know what Halloween is all about! Well, apparently it was just too beautiful to be true…

Have you heard anything about Tijuana lately? If you have, it was probably something bad about this city.  It all started about two years ago, when Felipe Calderon was elected as president (some said it was fraud, but I won’t go any further into this political thing, don’t worry). Tijuana was getting more insecure by the second because of drug trafficking, so he (the president) sent the army to ‘protect us’. Nothing improved, instead, Tijuana is worst than ever. There’s been a lot of executions lately, a lot of bodies have been found (of cops and civilians) and it got particularly ugly this month, with rumors of a band of kidnappers that would supposedly got to different schools and kidnap students, and so, the authorities decided it would be best for everyone to stay home tonight. Seriously, NO ONE is out in the streets and it’s Halloween! Maybe they all went to San Diego?

Today, instead of cleaning my room or doing my homework, I did a couple of these survey things:

Your Blogging Type is Artistic and Passionate

You see your blog as the ultimate personal expression - and work hard to make it great. One moment you may be working on a new dramatic design for your blog… And the next, you’re passionately writing about your pet causes. Your blog is very important - and you’re careful about who you share it with.

What’s Your Blogging Personality?

Your Blog Should Be Purple

You’re an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything. You tend to set blogging trends, and you’re the most likely to write your own meme or survey. You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.

What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?

I guess they’re sort of right? At least the second one is; I always write about me.

It’s been like a almost a week since the bright eyes concert and i still feel like writing about it, because you know? it was totally awesome.
bright eyes is an awesome band, even better live, and Conor…well, he is better live, too.
So now I’ll tell you everything about the concert, and if my stupid camera would have worked, i would have posted some pics too.
It all started when i arrived home from school that afternoon, it was Tuesday 8, the best Tuesday I’ll ever have. I wanted to cross the Mexican border (or however I’m supposed to express that) at 3:00 pm, so i would be in the USA at 4:00 pm or so, that way my sister Connie and I would do something there before heading to the soma, were bright eyes was going to show. But nooo, my OTHER sister had to take the car to her job so we had to wait until she came back to the house until 5:00. that sucked, i was TWO HOURS behind my original plans.
It was like 5:45 pm when we finally arrived to the USA and exactly 6:00 when we got to the soma, the waiting line was already HUGE.
I stood behind some guys that were smoking the hell out of them AND ME! but i kept reminding me why i was there and i begun to think that it was all worth it, and i was soo right.
at 7 pm, they were finally letting people in the building, and my sister and i ran to get as close to the stage as we could, she did that for me since she isn’t much of a fan.
It was about 7:30 when McCarthy trenching opened, I had never heard them, they’re cool.
Then Oakley Hall followed. They were cool too.
Oakley hall got off stage, they were already setting up the instrument for bright eyes, the waiting was sooo…overwhelming? I don’t know, I was desperate, and my sister got tired and she left me, I was by myself.
THEN THE moment came. The lights turned off, everyone yelling, and the visuals on the back screen. Then the recording that appears in the first song of the newest album. the songs called “Clairaudients (Kill Or Be Killed)”, they all appeared on stage dressing in white, and Conor Oberst started to sing and i was surprised because he sings so well!
I don’t remember everything exactly but i think that song was followed by “Make A Plan To Love Me” another awesome song the the X-treme, haha.
then some other song…and then some girl started started to play these drums that looked like bongos (i don’t know anything about music or music instruments), and then the guitars…it was “The Calendar Hung Itself”!!!! My favorite song EVER!!! i started to yell like mad!! and i was jumping and sweaty and so happy!!.
That was followed by another song from the new album…then “The first day of my life”, he changed that song, it sounded really good.
Then more songs from the new album (I haven’t heard much of it yet, so i don’t know all of the names of the songs), then he played some song and everyone was like WTH? then Conor said “that’s actually the introduction for another song” or something and they started playing “Four Winds”, which they played awesomely and then a break.
They came back and played “Gold Mine Gutted” if I’m not mistaken (which i probably am), a few more songs and then “Road to joy”. That was the last song, and the best, everyone was having a blast by that time and when he sang “And no one’s sure how all of this got started
But we’re gonna make them goddamn certain how its gonna end” everyone was raising their arms and shouting, then again when he said “Lets *beep* it up boys, make some noise!” hahaha.
When he finished the song he started to throw flowers to the crowd and even when i was so close to the stage i didn’t catch anything.
By the time it was all over (11:10 pm) my feet hurt like hell, my mouth was dry (because of the yelling and shouting and screaming) and i was hungry, but as i said it was all worth it, my first time with bright eyes was an excellent experience and i left the building running and squealing and giggling just like every other 13-year-old-girl-fan-madly-in-love-with- conor-obert would have had.

EPILOGUE
Later that night i ate at burger king and won a small milkshake. yay!!!

today…

TACO DAY!

Even thought this holiday was invented by the government to make people forget about the important matters, I want everyone to know that there is a taco day and that you should celebrate it like any other holiday, so go to taco bell or something and a have a nice carne asada taco or a big breakfast burrito.

(half price tacos at a taqueria near you!)

YAY!

I can’t have people being mad at me. It sucks.

I like this awesome guy & i don’t do anything about it.

I got a “C” in gym class.

I didn’t win the painting contest. I feel like i should have had

& my computer only has one song in it.

this is deff one of the worst day i’ll ever have.

UPDATE: the other fish also died. Why? why, oh, why?
i seriously enjoy writing posts. It’s awesome because you can just sit back and write anything and it will still make a good post, unless you have a blog about an specific topic, then you have to be good.

So anyway, I’m a nerd because i don’t use windows anymore. PC-BSD is my new operation system & i love it.

I also bought three fish. Two goldfish and the other one was gray. They died today. I don’t know why, i took care of them all the time.

I guess that’s it. That’s the shortest post I’ve ever made but, who cares? I know i don’t.

This is something I wrote a long time ago. It was supposed to be a short story but I never finished it. now I can’t remember how it was supposed to end.

I’ve found a rock.

“What a beautiful view” I said, trying to start a conversation.

“Sure” Graham did not sound very convinced.

“You don’t like the sea?”

“I do, but, I prefer to watch it by myself, lying in the sand, hearing nothing but the sound of the waves clashing against the shore”

“That was somewhat poetic.” I replied, with a smile.

He smiled back.

“Let’s walk” he held.

I thought we were going to take off our shoes and stroll around in the sand. Instead of that, we wander over the rocks.

“I love rocks” I said.

“How come?” He replied.

“I think it’s amazing how they are all different…”

“They all look like the same to me”

“That’s because you don’t look deep enough”

“Do you think I’m shallow?”

“I would never think that from you”

Tonight we’ll dance.

“It is nothing.”Said Jill “I…I felt when I was practicing basketball.”

“Alright”

The whole school seemed empty. There was an entire group missing. It was His group.

“I can’t believe you did that to me, Erin.”

“Did what?”

I don’t remember what she did. Really.