Black Friday... Mexican Style :)

Dear Readers,

Well, after a loooong period of inactivity, I am coming back to blogging. That's right, I am so hipster I have a blog. I remember it was actually around this time a year ago that I opened up this blog, and actually got some traffic, but then came school and blah, blah, blah. You may have noticed I wrote this post in the theme of a letter, well, that is because "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" is my new favorite book and had a great impact on me, LOL. So, shall we start?

I am writing on my long weekend, holiday weekend, or whatever you call it. Revolution Day is a national holiday on November the 20th and usually comes with a day off from school or work. Although it seems almost a tradition that they sort of like move it a few days for us to have a long weekend, which we nonsensically call a "bridge".

Okay, so back to the main topic... Today is Saturday, November 16th and it's the second day of this... thing that has been implemented for the last two years by my beloved Mexican Government. "The Good [week]End" as they call it is nothing more than a mere rip-off (which media call an "equivalent") of American Black Friday. (Just to clear up, the original name, "El Buen Fin" literally means "The Good End", but when you use the word "Fin" in that context, you're most likely talking about a weekend.

It's not the shameful pathetic rip-off (believing they are being sooo original) what's bothering me. What bothers me is that people are actually buying it! People think they should actually buy stuff they do not need just because they are a billion months interest-free. Products aren't even cheaper, they are actually just god damn interest free! But the last straw is that people are spending money now, to spend it again next month! They're buying their 80" LED TV today yes, and that iPad the kid "needs" for "school", but please keep in mind, we're in the middle of November, and the Holidays are coming up, that means, the Christmas dinner, the presents, the New Years Eve Party, and that sure costs a fortune. Now imagine you plunge into debt today AND spend the same money you spent today in a month. How stupid.

And who does this benefit? Of course Dr. Mr. Lord Sir Enrique Peña Nieto, M.D, Ph, D and his fucking bureaucrats, who were given their Christmas bonus early this  year and will be the sole Mexicans who'll make a profit out of this disgusting unleash of consumerism at its highest.

Now I'm not saying all of it is wrong, but there are people who buy excessively without a second thought (it's not Black Friday, amigos). So just be careful. I am gonna leave you with a video; in Spanish. That shows a very well-thought criticism of this Black Friday rip-off. The guy hides under the alias of Jay Sherman (yes, from the show "The Critic"). Hope you understand something.

Gruss,

The Angry Mexican.

Wake me Up When September Ends...

JWell, I am so dearly sorry for not posting in quite a while, but it has been some pretty busy months. I am a sophomore now, which in Mexico means a lot of demanding work, but I've been able to get through by following my famous motto, which instructs me to start easy and not too eager so I won't lose interest. Now, I don't mean to brag, but it's working, lol.

So anyways, this has been an interesting week. Monday was memorial day, so no school (for you guys), Thursday was Freddie Mercury's birthday and I drew a mural on the blackboard in the library... Abd they erased it. So anyways, my school turned 70 years old on Friday and they made a big celebration at the stadium. I didn't go to the celebration per se, but I went to the fair adjacent to the stadium. It was pretty nice, but it rained... Like real hard, and Titanium (as they called it) was nearly cancelled. It wasn't, but I couldn't go because none of my friends were staying not we had any tickets. (Although we were offered plenty).

Then Saturday was very boring, simply studying for my first big math test. That's when things fucked up. I was happy, I knew everything in my guide, then talked to my friend... He replaced me for some other people. And that's okay I guess, i don't want to talk to him anymore because I'm just hurting myself... But I'm weak... And that last message... "I am creating wonderful memories which I will not share just because"... That was the last straw... The pain... was unbareable... I begged my mom to let me get out for some air... 30 minutes of begging later I did, and encountered my dearest neighborhood friend... He said I creep him out... Everybody is such a fucking idiot...

All I did today was play Tapped Out and watch 9/11 documentaries... The date is approaching. 12 years, unbelievable huh? So I'm gonna leave you, I am watching the Social Network. Jesse Eisenberg is such a good actor...

June 23rd...

Today you would've been fifteen now. Years do fly by don´t they? If you were incredibly tall for your mere 3 years of age back then I bet you'd be off the 6" mark today.

Yesterday (YOUR birthday) was more of a spiritual healing (?) more than a Sunday. I had been forced to go to a hospital to give away some food to those waiting in Emergencies. I actually refused at first, but you were pretty generous yourself, so why not.

I actually had a great time. Although some people were rude and greedy over the food, (which is understandable based on the fact that they have family or friends in Emergencies) people were really  thankful overall. Then i went to visit my ill great-grandmother, who often complains about her swelling feet, yet maintains her high spirits and good mood. I refused at first as welll, but had a great time as well. We watched an old Mexican film. Then I went to church. I hate organized religion and churches (more specifically) but then remembered you were pretty religious yourself... And "mysteriously" also a Roman Catholic like me. I won't say I had a great time during Mass, but afterwards we did. We had some enchiladas and laughed at the nonsense of my 8-year-old bro.

For some reason I think life would have made us cross paths eventually, as I plan to study in CalArts while living on WeHo, but more than that I think of we, a lazy me and a gigantic yet loving and gentle you as friends later on.

I don't know if you were an artist or had some kind of taste for drawing, but we would've definetely met in CalArts (I'm two weeks younger than you.) but I think God had some special plan for you to go to heaven that young as he did to me to read that blog in which i found out about you.

It is also worth mentioning that my mom told me a real mind blower a few days ago. She said when she worked at the office, there was this American professor named David, and I would run and yell "David!" Every time I saw him, an I was probably 2.5 or 3. Of course, that David was a full grown man, but that was strange to hear.

You are always in my mind David Reed, and although this may sound weird, I kinda hope those "truthers" are that ans you flew to Cleveland where you lived a happy life with your Papa and Daddy, yet away from all of us who love you but neer had a chance to know you in person.

June...

So, today was one of those days that make me look back and make me wonder how the hell I ended up the way I did. Today they picked up the rental books in World History (too bad it wasn't Grammar, LOL) and, God damn it, was it a blast from the past!

I can clearly remember when I first got into my 7th grade (tat's when middle school starts in Mexico) homeroom and thiught to myself "Man, are these gonna be great years!".

Not that I hate myself, but I was a freaking douche. I wa not really that wrong; things started out pretty well... For a few days. My pedophilic, stupid, ugly-jawed 7th grade teacher's favorite thing in the whole world was to find new and clever ways to piss me off.

I won't say I didn't have fun making fun of everything that 5" douche did, but hey, look at me now. Half of my school hates me, including my ex... There's no solution, but all of my experiences, good and bad, have helped me become the young man I am today.

As I sail my way into the last month in the school year, ninth grade, and middle school, I get more melancholic and think back, waaay back and wonder how, we all ended up the way we did.

Rainy Sunset...

So I was invited to a Mexicanized version of your all-American Sweet Sixteen - which we call XV Años. According to traditions, the birthday girl should take her special guests for a ride before a religious ceremony, and although it is frequent the ride is on a small limo packed with twenty people, the girl chose a big fancy bus (they were playing Underdog and Sky High) for our confort.

So we went to a fancy mall on the rich part of town before the ceremony. After some 30 minutes we left en route to a church, with a true westbound heading, which gave us a clear, hazy glare-y view of the sunset... And it was raining at the same time. Mindf**!

So I also wanted to say I got the voices for Sven and April and began working on the master soundtrack for Episode 3 (or 4) right away. The reason for that is that I found out I take the same amount of tine to draw a fancy yet mute comic with no movement than to create a film, so now I'm back to animations! I started tofay and I got 10 seconds LOL.