Social Networking

Fuck, how does Jeffree Star do it?! I've been very busy working on my social site profiles. I finally opened my new MySpace Account. I had made it several months ago, but I never opened it until yesturday. I had only been using it to keep up with my favorite rock bands (seeing as how they'll update us with news days before they update their official site).

I sent close to 20 friend requests from friends that I know have MySpace pages. With that said, don't be offended if I don't accept your comments even if you're saying, "What's up?" or "How's everything?". I'm using this as a way to get my artwork out there and trying to keep it somewhat professional looking (whatever that means).

Another page I gave a massive overhaul to was my MSN Live Space. Oh my god, I had no idea I had some really offensive material back then. I'm so ashamed. :(

Regardless, I gave it a huge make-over. Now it suits the kind of person I am and it puts my artwork and poetry in the front of everything. I also got a Flickr Account seeing as that is a very popular website to post up images. Well, why not my art? So I did. I'm doing some touch ups on my Last.fm and my own website. More on those later.

I'm prepping up these sites and getting ready for my new drawings/essays/rants, and I really want to get my art out there as much as I can. Anybody know of a social networking/profile website that could cater to an artist like me? Feel free to comment. : )

I'm off to draw now. McCain, I'm coming for ya. ;)

: D

Drinky, drinky, drink, drink. ;p

Across The Universe

In an attempt to try and cheer myself up, I watched Across The Universe again. I love that movie. Here are 3 of my favorite performances in the film.

"I Want You (She's So Heavy)"


"Being For The Benefit of Mr. Kite!"


"Strawberry Fields Forever"


I can't sleep, I'm to tired and depressed to sleep. Tony just informed me that Gina totally lost it in a resturant. She just broke down started crying her eyes out infront of everyone and their parents. That sucks. Out of everyone, she's taken it the hardest because she was very close to Sara. So close that her family even gave Sara a key to their house. So you can imagine. ._.

I need some more Red Diamond..

Nothing is ever going to change.

Today was Sara's funeral. Me, Tony, Gina, and her sister went to the mass early morning. It was sad. But these things are always sad. There is no such thing as a happy funeral. After mass, we went to go bury her in the cemetery. I couldn’t help but feel so out of place.

I feel things are no longer fun, and no longer worth trying anymore. Last night at the rosary, my BCIS teacher from United High was there. It was unfortunate that we had to meet under such circumstances, but it was cool seeing her. She always thought I was awesome for some reason. She liked my art a lot. So I said "Hi", but didn't say much after that. I felt this need to see her again and not meet because of this tragedy.

So today, we thought we'd all go to United to meet up with old teachers and friends. Since Tony and Gina don't live here in Laredo, they really wanted to go. I wanted to see Mrs. Garcia again, so I used the opportunity to go see her. We got there as soon as school ended at 3:45pm. Gina went to the Library to meet with one of her friends and I went to the B building. I couldn't help but notice all the kids walking around. Things feel the same, but there were small differences. Today was obviously not a "uniform" day, but they still followed strict guidelines. Cell phones and mp3 players are all the rage. I remember when we all still used CD players.

So anyway, I got to the classroom where she was at. There were some art students there with her. Obviously the "outcasts". They kind of had the emo fashion and the emo personality and they said hi to me without out hesitation since the they‘re always so friendly. I talked to Mrs. Garcia for a bit and how strange it was about Sara committing suicide. She introduced me to the art students there and how they are into alternative music, anime, drawing, and all that good stuff. They also liked that I was an artist and we talked about my future and what I was doing.

The unfortunate thing that really bothers me, is that I only got to talk to her for about 7 minutes before the fucking security escorted me out. *sigh* I can't even talk with a fucking friend of mine there now. I gave the security lady a nasty look and just ignored her and her fucking voice. This was after school hours, I mean come on. Get off your hill, you’re nobody special. You’re not a real police officer, you stupid fucking rent-a-cop. Argh..

As I was being forced to walk out the building I couldn't help but notice that things were missing. There was no longer any coke machines in-between the halls. There were posters talking about the dress code and the rules that they had to follow. There were no longer Longhorn drawings or banners hung up. There were bulletin boards but nothing was pinned up. The cafeteria had no coke machines. Just water, water, and water.

I remembered how I used to think this place was a prison my freshman year, now at 8 years later.. It never changed. It got worse. I called the emo girl in the class “the next generation” and told them to keep doing what they liked. I sat in the bench outside facing yet another poster enforcing the dress code.

There isn’t anymore imagination. There will never be a revolution. Women will never be equal. There is no such thing as an artist. Poetry is history. The system has beaten us. Kay always playfully criticized me how I was against the establishment and being I hated being institutionalized. But honestly it’s fucking sad. The white man won again. They beat us, and beat us, and beat us when were little kids and to how to be a good boy and how to be a good girl. What the fuck is a rebel, these days? Honestly.

*sigh* Whatever. I have a lot of things up my sleeve that I haven’t told anybody about and I have major plans this year, but fuck.. it’s days like this where I just don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t want to fight for anything knowing it will amount to nothing. Drawing cartoons isn’t going to change anything nor anybody. Sara knew this. Sara was a lucky one.

“Working Class Hero” by John Lennon

As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

There's room at the top they’re telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.

If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.


John Lennon wrote this song in 1970. Green Day covered this song in 2007.

Yeah, nothing has changed.

Sara

Today has been somewhat of a long day. I'm spent. I just got back, and it's 2am. Tony and I went to Sara's rosary this evening. It was sad. Especially since Tony filled me in on everything that happened today while I was at school. It turns out Sara killed herself. She actually bought a gun from Academy that same day. From what we know for sure is that she looked very scared and extremely nervous as she was buying it. There are a few things that don't add up just yet. We try to peice together everything she went through that day and it's weird on why she was somewhere out of her way, ya know?

What it comes down to is the students in her class. She goes to TAMIU and it is known that before she bought the gun she went to class. Instead of going to work like her schedule was, she went to Academy. There are things that happened here and there but there are a few questions left unanswered.

I saw a couple of people whom I hadn't seen since high school. Boy, we've all changed. It's like that image of being a student is gone. It was weird to me. I felt like an adult in a way. They all were like adults to me. It is true what Kay once told me once, who you were in high school doesn't matter who you're going to be in the future. It almost didn't seem like we were even college students. It felt weird to me.

Anyway, I have to wake up in a couple of hours to attend the funeral tomarrow morning. I didn't want to look in the casket today, because I'd rather remember the good times (even if they were a few) we had together. I'm sure I am going to have to see it tomarrow. Oh, well.

Well, I'm off to take a shower. Goodnight everyone.

"Salsa" Art Exhibit

There is going to be an Art Show/Competition at the Laredo Center for the Arts called "Salsa". The Best of Show wins a $250 cash prize. I barely found out about today from Mrs. Bausman when she annouced it to the class. It seems to be only open for both LCC and TAMIU students who were enrolled from the Spring 2007 semester to now. The cool thing about this is that I can submit up to 3 different artworks and they don't have to be things that were done in class (finally!). However, for whatever reason, it had to be completed during 2007 or 2008 (whatever few months we've had anyway). I don't think that will be much of a problem. What sucks about this is that I have till Friday to submit them and all (ready for hanging, which is no problem for me).

So tomarrow I am going to go in a little early so Mrs. Bausman can take a gander at my work. Since this is Laredo, I don't know what they find to be risque' so I am going to hopefully weed them out. "Migraine" is going to be my little baby that will for sure be a selection of mine. The other two, I'm still thinking about. I would like to have "Drained" be another choice but I feel the drawing is too small. I also need a frame for that too.

Hm. Well, more on that later. I keep you all updated on what happens.

Also, today I have been updating my various accounts all over the interwebs. I've given my a make over for one thing.

Hold up, I have to cut this post very short. Tony just gave me this link. Apparently the report has something wrong. The woman wasn't 30, but 21. She's my friend's Gina's friend Sara. I actually knew her too. We'd talk for a bit and I think she was even there that one night we went to go see Superman Returns. This is some fucked up shit. It sounds as if she was killed. I mean, I've know some people I used to go to school with getting killed. But it's usually car accidents.

Man, I feel bad for her family. We used to hang out at iHop a lot back in the day. She was always really funny. Man..

..hope they find out. I hear Tony and Gina might get asked a few questions tomarrow since it was they how've known her more. Oh boy.. ._.

300: This is Revisonism

Kay sent me that last night. Oh, man. I love this video. I can't stop watching it! It's like, "Finally, somebody posts about this." I always had a huge problem with the movie. It made me feel like I wasn't a man cause I wasn't tough and white and pretty. I found it overrated, and while I did see a lot of several injustices and "wtf?!" moments, I am glad this guy actually made a badass video about it. Oh man, I've been spreading this link. I love this video!

Anyway, I have been drawing lately. I am currently doing a drawing at the moment that is really political and attacks somebody I really don't like. More info on that later. You're going to see several changes in some of my accounts and certain blogs will be updated and whatnot. As I said a few posts down, it's time for artists to step up to the plate and really go all out this election year.

Trent Reznor's Film Project

Yet another project has fallen into my lap. It's funny that TR is starting this film fest, since lately I have been doing several video projects of my own. This should be interesting. I'm going to give it a shot. I have a lot to work with since "Ghosts" is such an amazing record. I mean, if you don't have it. It's only 5 bucks, and let me tell you, it's worth a lot more. I personally bought the $10 physical copy edition and you all should too.

Anyway, I'm going to enter this. I hope a lot of you try and do something too. I might lean towards something artsy or slightly political. Who knows. It's up in the air.

Several Projects

Sorry for the lack of updates kool kats. I've been busy with some projects both school related and personal. I might elborate on more of these when they're closer of getting finished or when I have a decent amount of work finished. Not only that but midterms are currently taking a bite out of my skinny ass. So, I've got my hands full for the time being.

As for new drawings, I don't think we can expect any new pictures any time soon. I have a few ideas in my head circulating, so I hope to get those started soon. They're pretty political, which I am sure will make some people happy. Since this is an election year, I think it's really important to focus on doing some really political work. For those who know me, you'll already aware how much I loathe that patriarchal pig fucker, John McCain. So some of the ideas in my head are really going to cut deep into his war-loving, woman-hating, racist politics that really bother me.

Artists, poets, it's time to step up to the plate. This November we can make history, or we can continue to the downward spiral that was started back in 2000. I don't know about you all, but I sure has hell don't want another idiotic, facist, racist, sexist, republican back in office. The stakes are higher this time.

It's on.

New Poem Added to DA and Sheezy!

My latest poem entitled, "Another Pilot Down" has been added to both myDeviantART and Sheezy accounts.

This little ditty had been shelved for about two months now. I tried to take it to other directions but for some reason I just couldn't get passed these few lines that I had written. A lot of the verses that were orignally intended to start the poem off had a whole different personality to them that didn't correctly flow with what I had. So needless to say, I had been sitting on this for awhile now.

I think leaving it the way it was is just fine. I think the feeling that I wanted comes out right. There's no bullshit or tackyness to it that I'm sure previous poems like "3", "His Story", and "Clampdown" sort of had.

Anyway, tell me what you think.

The Latest Rolling Stone Cover

Well done my friends, well done.

Oh, my god..

..nin.com.

Wow. Just. Wow.

Ain't no party in the Sad, Sad, City!

Boy this weekend has certainly been one of the best in the year so far. I danced, and I danced, and I continued to dance the night away. It all started on Thursday when I went to Houston to see Matchbox Twenty and Alanis Morissette. It was fun considering Rob Thomas was feeling sick that night. He still pulled a good show. Expect the full song performances of "Long Day" and "Unwell" at my personal YouTube account.

However, the fun really began on Friday when we headed off to Austin, Tx for the Ghostland Observatory party! My oh my, was it fantastic. At this point, it had long since been decided that this would be a crazy trip, not just for me, Jaime, and Fausto, but Lily pitched an idea that we'd all get tattoo's this weekend as a "bonding experience". I had been debating whether or not I wanted to get a tattoo that weekend, but I felt I'd rather get one when I move out of here. (I don't like doing anything in front of my parents ie. drinking, smoking, tattoos, rocking, dancing etc.) I'm also trying to refine the design I want. I'm leaning towards one of Riana Miller's drawings, but I still need to work it out. (More on all this a lot later.) But as for my mom, dad, and Lily they were all up for the tattoo idea.


So I met up with the Jamester and Fausto at the hotel who were also going to go to the show. After saying our "hellos" we headed off to the Austin Music Hall where the Ghostland rave was gunna go down. I brought my dancing shoes that Aimee Echo gave me, ( :P ) and after messing around on camera while waiting in-line the fun was about to really get started. The venue was nice. Very nice, in fact.

Being the hardcore kid that Jaime is, he decided to stay in front of the stage as he usually does at every show we go too. Me and Fausto on the other hand decided to do things differently than we've been used too at shows. Since we were one of the first ones in the venue and the show being "general admission" Fausto and I had first dibs on where to go about. We saw there was a top balcony so we decided we could get a good view from up there and not many people would be there. So we did. Little did we know, it would fill up very effin' fast in our section. (It was a sold out show anyway.)

Before Ghostland came on DJ Dr. Jack came on to play some crazy techno acid beats and get everybody up and sweaty. At first I was hesitant to use my energy and dance along, but I said, "Fuck it." I mean, shit.. the lasers, bass, and fast beats, when is the next time I'll be in a dingy environment like this? So with that mentality I just let loose. I shook my ass, threw my hands in the air, touched myself inappropriately, closed my eyes and just let his mixes vibrate my body. Some of my moves rubbed off on a few people who also started to dance around me which was good.

Then, the men of the hour came out, Ghostland Observatory! :D If you like elecronica, electro-pop-rock, with a touch of drama, check out their music. Amazing work. They came on and everyone went insane. My dance moves only got more intense, and the sweat just fell and fell. Sweat from other people drenched me, and I drenched them back with mine. It was so liberating. Unlike the Cobra Starship it was great to finally be at a show where the majority were 22, 23, 25, and 27, ya know? People brought the energy, the beer, the moves, and even the marijuana. Who you were when you came into this show was not who you were going to be during the show. I danced, sang, jumped, raised my arms, and wanted to so desperately take off my shirt cause it was so hot. But I loved every minute of it. Ghostland played and played and played. Those mother fuckers would not stop. Aaron Behren’s is an animal. An animal who does not stop at all. That man just kept going and going and going and going and going. He could totally outlast that one pink rabbit. I kid you not. It was good to hear the new material too. Just so heavy, so distorted, so danceable, ya know? It’s fucking great.

I wanted to burn out. I wanted to die that night. I wanted to try and get a heart attack again, so I kept going and going till it was hard to breathe. It was amazing. I felt alive.

The night could best be summed up as: Hot, sweaty, sticky, and long (you know, like good sex). rofl I danced, and danced, and danced till I couldn't feel my legs or both my feet. My hair, shirts, and tie were all soaked. Body's and skin pressed up all over everybody. Random arms grabbing you. It was like the rave scene from the first Matrix film. Jaime was even getting groped by two girls constantly. Being the conservative that he is he was not pleased. rofl rofl So I met some new friends on the dance floor and talked some shit to some lamers. A fight almost broke out next to me in fact (not my fault). I got my arm drenched with beer. But I danced, and I danced. I danced till I forgot who I was or what I'm suppose to be. The green lasers pointing at every direction in the venue made it easier and the heavy acid beats all over the building only sealed the deal. This was the most exhausted I have ever been at a show since 2003‘s Projekt Revolution.

At the end, as everybody was leaving the building me and Fausto just sat on the floor. Waiting to get at least 2% of my strength back. After several minutes we finally met up with Jaime and then met up with Lily and my parents. While we danced on our graves, Lily and crew got their tattoos. We were all surprised. I did not think my parents would have gone through with it but they did.

And ladies and gentlemen, below is the result:

Classic Sonic the Hedgehog for my dad.


Classic Aerosmith logo for my mom.

Lily got that black and red star bellow her collarbone that seems to be popular with rock bands. (Billie Joe Armstrong has several of those stars.)

All in all, it was a great night. We didn’t get back to the hotel till like 1:30am, but didn’t sleep till about 7 that morning. I’ve only had 2 and a half hours of sleep but I feel like I have to keep going. I can’t stop now. Anybody want to paint the town grey with me?

Oh, don't expect photos for either one of these concerts. Jaime had the camera and as usual took some iconic shots. (He shot the picture at the very top.)