crunch time
How can I be bikini-ready when there’s a Burgermeister less than 10 minutes walking from where I work and a Round Table Pizza 10 minutes away driving distance?
on my way
Like I said before, I told one of my friend’s I’d do PR for his next album. Easier said than done! So far, I created my website, and started working on some press releases. The bio is going to be the hardest part. I’m going by memory, but eventually, I’m going to have to do an interview to fill in the holes. My main job has got me pretty busy, so I’m gonna give myself a month to write the bio. Hopefully, I can finish it sooner.
In like two months, I’m going to start contacting writers. I’m so glad my other friend made a business card for me. It’s nice to have friends who care enough to help. I haven’t hung out with him in forever [and I miss him?] Another friend is editing all my work for me.
Maybe it would help if I had 8 legs?
So… I need a website. No tengo la menor idea cómo hacer lo. I will change that. Whether it’s through friends’ help or just reading books and doing it myself. I wish I didn’t have to do it myself, but like 99% of my friends don’t know how to and my one friend is so ocupado tooooodo el tiempo. I think I just need to do it myself, huh? It’s my business, so I should be the one designing it. Then again, didn’t God create web designers so I don’t have to? I guess I should start with the idea that I don’t want to/can’t spend any money, so I have to do everything myself. Yahoo small business has an easy site where you just plug in everything and they do the work. Should I just do that? Argh. I kinda wanted more control/knowledge than that… pero can I learn all this on my own? No se. What I really need is someone to push me in the right direction. Maybe a little more.
I’m just gonna listen to El Sonidito to make me feel better.
Tae Bo Time
I was at the cobbler’s today and while he was explaining how he’d fix my shoes, I kept think about how many elves he had back there working. I started to laugh and he probably thought I was crazy. Oh well.
The other day, I showed my sisters this swimsuit (the zebra print) I wanted to buy. My younger sister was like, “you CANNOT wear a tankini! Just go to the gym, work out and buy a bikini.” She thinks I’m too old for psuedo one-pieces, but whatever! I really like it. And the two-piece styles don’t have a lot of support. I couldn’t care less what other people think of me, but because I’ll have to listen to and have my sister’s judging eyes on me, I might actually get the bikini.
Or I could just not wear it around her.
And when the hell am I actually going to the beach?!
Lean, mean, mean green
I wish money could buy love. (Not that kinda love!)
I also wish that people would see my actions holistically instead of separate instances. Money/presents show I care, so can you ignore the smart-ass remarks I make?
Cinco de Mayo!
Yesterday was cinco de mayo and I didn’t really do anything. I did more celebrating on St. Patricks Day. I had some Mexican food (sooo outta the ordinary…ha!) but that isn’t out of the ordinary. I have mixed feelings about that holiday(?) since too much emphasis on partying is put on by beer companies. But… why not celebrate the battle of la puebla? I guess as long as you remember what you’re celebrating, there’s no harm in that, no?
I did want to hear some Mexican music outside of the radio, but all that happened this weekend and I was at Hip Hop in the Park on Saturday. Oh well. I’m sure I’ll find another time to. I normally like traditional Mariachi music, but I really like War and that one song “I Like It Like That.” So basically 70s Mexican-American music. Ballads aren’t really my thing and LA Latino rap, like South Park Mexican and everything you’ll hear on Pocos Pero Locos (radio show) is way to slow and boring for me.
This isn’t mariachi music, but I was listening to the radio the other day and stumbled across El Sonidito by Hechizeros Band. I can’t stop listening to it. Like 3 times in a row, twice a day.
grow up
I’m just now realizing that I might be sending… okay, I know I’m sending mixed signals. Instead of communicating that my feelings are hurt I just become really dramatic and say, “leave me alone!” “I never want to talk to you again,” and delete him from various places. Hours or days later, I’m texting him saying otherwise…
I can’t keep doing this. It’s way too dramatic. I’m going to start communicating and also thinking before I speak.
And stop texting late at night!
