Wednesday, March 4, 2009


Charles Bukowski, William S. Burroughs, Gertrude Stein, Ernest Hemingway, Truman Capote.


Pedro Almodóvar, Krzysztof Kieślowski, Ingmar Bergman, Jean-Luc Godard, François Roland Truffaut.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

I'm in a good mood.

I want to move to New York.

"You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life."
- Albert Camus

Monday, February 16, 2009

I wanna smoke your cigarette.

(I didn't take any of these pictures.)

I'd put more than your cigarette in my mouth.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Muy Hermoso!


(I didn't take any of these pictures.)

Wild about Wilde!

I'm a very big fan of Oscar Wilde! He's a very witty writer. He's so quotable too.

"If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you."

"The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about."

"There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating: people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing."

"Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months."

"I always like to know everything about my new friends, and nothing about my old ones."

"I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read on the train."

"What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing."

"I am not young enough to know everything."

Thursday, February 5, 2009

God took a relationshit on me.

I continue my quest for love. Knowing only what I don't want:

I'm not depressed because I can't find the “one”. I never  could picture myself settling down. I pictured myself “falling in love” a few times. Each man drastically different then the last. Each man would teach me something new, like how to cook Chorizo Burgers with Tomatillo Relish, or knit my socks, or ride a vespa , or play the violin. However, in last 6 years, ever since I first knew I liked boys, I have not come one step closer to meeting Mr. (temporarily) right.

I actually enjoy casual dating, but in the last two years the only romantic relationships that I've really wanted to pursue were with repressed, self-hating, depressive types. I don't know why this is but for some reason it's hard for me to like guys that are  mentally and emotionally healthy. I enjoy having sane friends so the fact that I lust after unstable, or at least unhappy, guys is very frustrating. 

Recently, someone asked me what I looked for in a potential boyfriend. It was very hard for me to articulate my thoughts on the matter. 

  “ Well, uh, I guess I just want to be with someone who's their own person. Who hasn't been totally influenced by hipster culture, or gay culture, or well by anything. I mean as long as they're complicated.”  ....
   My friend  stared at me, obviously deeply concerned.

  “ You can't not be effected by anything. What does that even mean? And besides you can be stable and creative. You don't have to be attracted to guys who totally hate themselves. Like what does that even say about you?

I felt a little attacked.
I close my eyes. I like myself. I'm a nice, social, funny guy. I'm...

“ So why do you think you're attracted to such messed up guys?” My friend blurted out.

        “Uhh, well  ....I just choose guys who are the exact opposite of everything I really hate.”

I change the topic.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Alive And Well.

Today I woke up in a very good mood and I realized that I wanted to share this mood with everyone. Isn't it funny how many people have blogs nowadays? Not just the majority of my friends, but even their parents, our teachers, and the homeless guy who lives on Valencia Street. It's as if we are all going through life taking little breaks here and there to update each other and say “ I am alive and well and I even have time to tell you about it on the internet.”

In the last week, three of my closest friends made very adamant remarks about me getting back to the blogging world. I had forgotten about blogging altogether. The major reason for this was because I had assumed that the only fans I had for my blog were my teachers and parent's friends and they were not the audience that I wanted to be reading about about my trials and tribulations when I started blogging about a year ago. Therefore, after posting my favorite clip from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, I took a long vacation from blogging. ( I never wanted to be e-famous anyways I wanted to be actually famous.)

The other reason that I stopped blogging was because I felt that I was giving my readers false ideas about me. For starters everyone began to think I was attracted to beautiful European guys when in truth I am attracted to Latin guys that range from being ugly but hilarious to beautiful and hilarious.

You should also know that since I started this blog I have changed my major to Creative Writing and my minor to Cinema. Although I want to be a filmmaker, I want to go to graduate school to study film and as of now I want to Major in Creative Writing. I am strongly considering double majoring (Creative Writing & Cinema) but I will finalize this decision after I have taken introductory courses in both Creative Writing and Cinema. It's hard for me to choose a Major because in this life I want to tell stories using various different mediums.

In Kindergarten, I was asked what I wanted to be when I became an adult and I was scorned for my answer. Unlike the rest of the boys in my class I did not want to marry a girl and I did not want to be a fireman. ( I actually did want to be a fireman In pre-school because I thought I would get to keep all the cats that I saved from the trees but that's a different story.) Anyways, I told my totally forgettable kindergarden teacher that I wanted to be a storyteller and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life meeting new people and writing about them. I was patronizingly humored for saying this. Apparently even at five this was too vague answer, and my kindergarden teacher did not think that I truly understood that there were jobs that applied to what I wanted to do. Well, fuck you Mrs. ( I forgot my kindergarden teachers name) because at the age of 19 I still want to be a storyteller. I want to make films, write a novel, a book of short stories, and a memoir. I still want to keep meeting new people and I want to spend the rest of my life writing stories about these people.


“ I am alive and well and I even have time to tell you about it on the internet.”