The Perks of Being a Cuban.

My hair is far too short. It used to be long, on my face, unruly, and perfect. Now, its short; it makes my head look so long. I look teribble, and it's all because of Danny, the hair guy. He was, I think, too busy singing the disco music on the radio to listen to what i had told him. "I DO NOT WANT IT SHORT!!!! It must still be long, just clean it up on the sides and the front to make me presentable enough so the family will stp telling me how much they hate it." I am sick and tired of listening to old know-nothing family members tell me how "ugly" I looked. But now they have their wish, and I'm stuck with a hair cut fit for any castmember on "The L Word".

It happened again today. I should start wearing a sign. I should carry around a book of white Hispanic people, maybe then, the steryotype of the dark-skinned greasy haired Latino will be broken. It pisses me off.

Its sort of hard to top myself after such a perfectly written post HAHA. I just feel like blogging today, with nothing significant to say. It's just nice to sit and just write.
Well, Spring Break has finally arrived. For those reader (yes reader) who think I'm gonna "party it up MTV style in sunny Mexico" I'm not.... surprising I know. I'm physically drained, mentally, just blah. This break will be spent relaxing, and trying to wake up in time to catch Ellen, or at least catch I Love Lucy. I love that show haha, I think it's a sort of way to keep a part of my childhood innocence, as I vivdly remember rolling on my grandmother's linoleum floor at the age of 4, in hysterics over Lucy's latest shenanigan. It was also one of my first exposures to the beauty of the Cuban culture, through Ricky's music, thick accent, and severely Cuban sayings muttered under his breath. Many of the things he mumbled were forbidden in English on TV back then... some of them are still barely allowed today. It's so funny how the censors never really took notice of what he was saying.
It's really hard to write well listening to my Launchcast ... In the time it was taken me to write this, it has playd Jlo's Get Right, and I had to stop writiting, because as much as I love that song hahaha, (Guilty Pleasure, ahhh JLO!!!) theres no way an intelligent thought could come through while listening to such a mind numbingly stupidly written song. Now, Rainbow-brite , as you can see, he is the most hideous creature to walk this crazy planet we call Earth, is IMing me. Making it all the more difficulyt to write intelligently, as I have used all of my brain power figuring out a wa yto get him to stop talking to me. "Yeah I'm downloading music Dan... SHH!!!" Or the very fun "Why are you still talking, STOP LOVING ANDY you crazy crazy fool!" I think Im gonna buy dan that book "He's Just Not That Into You!!!!" Dan when you read this..... don't yell at me, or I'll block you.... You wouldn't want that now would you?

Today, I walked downstairs, in my ripped jeans and my snarky urban outfitters Tee and my dad tried to describe or label my "look".... t'was weird, he's a nerd. He began to associate my clothes with my personality... Do people on the street do this? I know I have, just to pass the time. If I have enough time in Hoboken and don't have to run from the train to the bus, I make the short walk, or run, into a 5-6 minute stroll. Analyzing the busy, rushing, older people eager to get home and crawl into bed, not before complaining to their families about the uselessness of their jobs over a hot cardboard box of chicken chow mein. I have no idea who they are, what their names are, or whether or not their lives are screwed up... junkies, prostitutes by night... whatever. But I've noticed that often, people stare at me as well, usually when I'm minding my own business rolling my eyes at the parked bus while the passengers freeze their nipples off. Could they be analyzing me the same way I've done to others. Could they be pinpointing me perfectly, or just giving me a title based on their perception of long haired teenagers. My dad called me a beatnik, and a hipster. No clue what either of those mean. He also said, that to be a beatnik, I must grow a beard.

I looked up beatnik: a person who rejects the mores of established society (as by dressing and behaving unconventionally) and indulges in exotic philosophizing and self-expression Hmm!!! Its not a bad term at all, it's artsy, it's original. But wouldn't the constant search for noncomformacy just result in being labeled a beatnik anyway? In the efforts of being original and not being pigeonholed by society, society has created a new word to label the once unlabelable. This term was created in 1958, no clue about the historical importance of the year, but I'm sure it's significant to someone who knows their modern social history. I of course also looked up hipster: a person who is unusually aware of and interested in new and unconventional patterns (as in jazz or the use of stimulants). Stimulants... drugs? Awesome, my poppa thinks I'm a junkie? He obviously doesn't know the meaning of the word hipster. He's a smart person...... Is there a fancy term for a bitterly, bitingly, sarcastic boy who wears earthtones and listen to just about any type of music? EXCEPT hiphop:)
Both of these definitions have one thing in common, they both describe people in search of unconventionality. Noncomformacy is hard to come by these days, as nearly everyone has conformed to the mundanity of society somehow. Maybe through the millions of Ipods seen in one day, or even in the thousands of people who race home from work every night to catch their favorite guilty pleasures on FOX, ABC, or any other channel offering a night of cheezy reality tv or sinfully good Dramedy. No one is unconventional, no matter how unique they may perceive themselves to be.

Itseems as though whenever I get to that one point of sheer bliss, there's always that person, or that event that brings me back to reality. Just when I think life couldn't get any better, I'm right, and theres the thing that makes me realize over and over again that my life does in fact, suck major ass :D

God BLESS!!!
Robert

Why can't I just sit down once in a while and just READ. I buy books that interest me, interest me very much. These books have gotten great reviews, and their first chapters are incredible. When people ask me what I'm reading, I tell them all 3 titles, it may sound impressive, but the truth is I'm on Chapter 2 in all 3 of them. Chapter 1s were GOOD, maybe I'll do the rest during Easter Break.... HA right

I've decided to put these 3 aside, interesting as they may be, and to start Catcher in the Rye again. It's my favorite book, and is one of the few books I read entirely for school, the others are The Perks of Being a Wallflower, the Good People of New York, Gatsby, and the Crucible. Catcher is amazingly written, funny, emotional, and has had a lasting impression on me. I won't give away the end, although the one person that reads me consistently has read it aswell, but the end of this book was as perfect asthe rest. This is usually not the case with the books I read.... Good People of NY had a teribble ending even though the rest of it was wonderful. Perks, also has a great ending, it reminds me a lot of Catcher. Perks is very often reffered to as a modernized, more extreme (obviously authors get away with much more now than when Catcher was written) version of Catcher. I cant wait to read it again, and will definately enjoy every moment. Ahh the pimp chapter!

JUG, short for Justice Under God is my school's fancy way of saying... detention! It is a useless period of 40 minutes where you sit up straight ( or as straight as possible) in quiet. While some students may see it as a teribble inconvenience, I find it to be a great way to start my day. I recieved 5 JUGs for forgetting to bring back a form. And in JUG, I have started to write a book in my head. The problem is, i keep forgetting everything I write about in my head and start over every day. I believe one title of one of my short stories in my head was "Pale Waspy English Teacher with the Bright Scarves!" I wish I knew how that one went, as I remember it was quite hot, and illegal in most countries. The original preface was about my wanting to write a book since I was 7, wanting to be the youngest author ever to be published. I'm sure however, that somewhere there is already a 7 yr-old published author. Not because he or she were a gifted child, a prodigy... but I'm sure the book sold well based on the cute-factor and the oh so easy marketing strategy. By the age of 12 the book I wanted to write had a basic plotline, a woman goes to ride the subway, she meets a Hobo... fall sin love with him... he dies of an STD and she spends the rest of her life living on the subway where he used to live. It makes a good SNL skit and was not going to be a serious love story by any means, but I think it would be too uninteresting to write about. Now, I am rather plotless, There is of course a love triangle between a student and 2 very different teachers however, both of which teach Spanish.