The Moving IV

Mood: happy, but tired
Listening: the raindrops falling
Reading: oh, no! Laziness took over me! (ergo, I'm not reading anything.)

More than once I've asked myself, those people who never move from one house to another... what's their life like? It's probably a bit more 'stable'... but I bet it's also a bit more boring.

Yesterday, we gave the first step towards the "half-half" chaos, which means that half our stuff is in one house and the other half is in another house. Yep, we're moving... again.

I know some of my friends will see this post and think "what?! again!?"... but yes, people, yes... I'm moving once more! HA!

The good news is that its very likely that this will be the last move in a loooooong time. We just bought our very own house in Playa del Carmen! ^_^

Anyway... as I downloaded (funny... I've never used that phrase for anything that wasn't computer-related...) a box filled with my some of my stuff— mostly books— I told my sister something I had just realized: this is our fourth move within Playa del Carmen. The fourth one without counting the one from México City to Playa, that is.

So yeah, this week will be the week of the "half-half" chaos and I'm sure we'll have a few good headaches of the kind of: "heck! did anyone see my [insert the name of an object here]?", "Yeah... it's in the other house!"

I better get used to hearing those phrases... *sigh*
It's gonna be a long week...

I'm off...

"Who now is left alone, but me?"

Mood: shocked, sad, confused
Listening: Evanescence - Your Star
Reading: Curdy (gave up on The Clan of the Cave Bear... again)

O.o <-- Yup, that was my face after I googled Evanescence news a few minutes ago.

If there's anyone to blame for my doing that, it'd have to be my little sister, who called me and asked: "hey, I know you're busy and everything, but I just heard that Evanescence's in trouble again. Rocky and John left, apparently... could you check?"

"Yeah, sure..." I dismissed the subject, completely oblivious to the fact that it was entirely true.

Ladies and gentlemen... I have some sad news (for Evanescence fans, that is— if you don't like the band, leave... this is gonna be a [possibly] huge rant about Amy and co.) and some shocking news for y'all.

Amy Lee got married! To a shrink! O.o No, guys... I am not kidding. I'm serious! On May 6th (or was it 7th? *shrugs*) Amy got married to Josh Hartzler, a 28-years-old psicologist who she has known for a few years, but started to go out with, just a year or so ago. It was a simple ceremony and, according to Josh, "full of flowers." Amy herself said that "it is the most incredible thing to happen in my life so far" and I do hope it is. Poor Amy hasn't had a very nice life, has she? Quoting my friend Miel: "No wonder why she became a goth!"

But that's not all, people... Amy Lee Hartzler has lost two more band members, which, sadly, leaves her as the only original Evanescence member to still remain (hence the title of this rant).

Gosh...! Where should I start? This is such a mess! And I feel quite confused about the whole deal...

But to make a long story short— sort of—, John LeCompt (2nd guitar) and Rocky Gray (drums), have left Evanescence. The real reasons are still unknown, because while John says he was fired on the phone by Amy herself and Rocky says he decided to quit, Amy claims that they both "made it clear they were ready to move on[...] They were very vocal about the fact that they didn't really care about EVANESCENCE at all and just stayed around for the money."

The bunch of statements by the three of them are too many and too long for me to include and prolly for you to read, but if you want to read them, then click here and here.

Rocky said he can't say anything due to a contract of sorts, but that he'll talk to lawyers to ask them if there's a way in which he can speak up and if he finds it, he'll say the whole truth. That's all I know about him.

John's a different issue, though... Here's a snippet of what he said: "I have always given blood, sweat and tears to make that happen but apparently that is not enough. I have now become just another of the people fallen by the wayside on the revolving door of her life. It's funny how many of us there are now. I guess it's good for lyrical content, though. Maybe I will be among the blessed to have a song written about me, too. Maybe the song will be 'Call Me When You're Broke'."

Ouch! Harsh, isn't it? And what about this: "I will forever remember her as being about as deep as the shallow end of a child's wading pool and her lyrics about as deep as the two-dimensional surface that they were written on."

*winces* I, obviously, don't want to believe that... not of Amy =(

I mean, I'm sure she must be a bit hard to get a long with, given that goths are usually that way (usually, ok? I'm not speaking for all the goths out there). Specially goths who, like her, have had a hard life. They tend to be defenssive about everything— but even if she's difficult, I refuse to believe she's such a b*tch, because that's what John's describing her as.

She, on the other hand, was a bit harsh, too: "I knowingly let this negative energy [from John and Rocky] grow within my band for a very long time because I was afraid of the appearance of falling apart when in reality trying to hold on to these guys is what was holding us back. I treated both John and Rocky with nothing but kindness and respect, and I got nothing but jealousy and resentment in return. They were miserable. They are no longer playing with us because I love this band too much to see it driven into the ground."

Well, if that's true, I understand her... I'd do the same thing, because why would anyone want to play with musicians that don't care about the band and only care about the money, fame or success?

She also said that "Rocky didn't quit." and that she "told John it was time he did what he obviously wants to be doing — playing in his own band. Because no one should be playing in EVANESCENCE that doesn't appreciate it — that doesn't love it.

I can't help but to feel bad for Amy, but at the same time, I keep asking myself why? knowing that there must be a reason... It's just that Ben left, William left and now these two? Is there something wrong with Amy? John says there is...

All I have left to say is that I can help but being a huge fan of the band and of Amy and even if she is the mean person John says she is, there's no denying that her lyrics rock. She is an artist and I respect her and adore her for that reason.

No one is perfect and neither Amy, nor Rocky, nor John are the exception.

Whoa... talk about a long post... (and I still want to translate it to Spanish? Ugh...) Anyway... that's my rant for now... I'll prolly come back another day to rant about the same thing.

I'm off...

Too much hair...

Mood: sleepy
Listening: *shrugs* Some pop comercial song they're playing at the plaza where I work.
Reading: Jean M. Auel's The Clan of The Cave Bear

First of all I want to say: YAY! WOOT! WOOT! *makes happy dance* No needle's gonna get anywhere near my veins if I can help it! HA! The thing is that I managed to find a way to get the stupid certificate without having to get the blood test done. So I didn't have to face my fear XD

Anyway, once I've shared that tremendously good news, let's talk about movies...

Yesterday, just like nearly every wednesday, I went to bed late because I went to the movies with my family. Yep, we're all movie-maniacs ^_^ Last wednesday, for example, we watched Blades of Glory and it was a laugh. Though it was also very stupid, but I didn't mind.

Yesterday, however, I sat for a whole 120 minutes torn between indifference and major awkwardness, with a tiny bit of embarrassment and wishing that the god damn lights above would just turn on, signaling the end of that torture.

What's the movie I watched?, you might be asking. Your answer will arrive shortly. Right after I've stressed a point: I think I am mature enough to watch sex scenes or nudity without going all "oh my god! why is that guy naked? this is outrageous!"; as a matter of fact, I don't mind about such scenes, as long as it serves a real purpose or is relevant to the plot.

In other circumstances, I could have been okay with all the explicit nudity and sex scenes from An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus. I liked the summary when I read it, because I think it's always good to learn about other people's life. Nicole Kidman is one of my favourite actresses, too... But it was definitely a bad idea to watch that movie yesterday...

Why would they rate it as B15 (mexican rating) if it contains such scenes!? According to wikipedia, Mexican B15 rating is "For teenagers 15 or over. More explicit content than B rating, but no extreme violence, explicit sexual and drug conducts, and non extreme verbal violence."
Well, pardon me, but I think it was a tiny little bit too explicit!

Just checked on IMDb and other sources and it turns out that it was rated R in USA!! WTF is wrong with whoever decided it was suitable for people 2 years younger than recomended by 'R' rating? ("Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian 21 years or older with photo I.D. These films contain strong adult language, strong sexuality, nudity, strong violence, and/or gore, and drug use.")

You have no idea how awkward it is to watch such a movie when you're sitting next to your parents! AND your 14-year-old sister! It was pure torture...

Anyway, my personal experience was awful, due to what I just mentioned, but I guess it'd be fair to give my personal review on the movie itself...

In all honesty, I thought all that explicit nudity and sex scenes were completely uncalled for. The movie could have been okay: a freaky photographer who acquires an obsession over a hairy circus freak. Slightly sick, but interesting.

I saw no need for Nicole Kidman to appear naked or explicitly having sex with the hairy guy. But *shrugs* I guess the director did. In a way, I felt disappointed on her. I still think that scene was flat out porn. And Nicole is way better than that.

They could have had the movie to be more interesting, appealing and worth-watching if they had not been so focused in sex and nudity and rather in Diane's life per se (by the way, it is pronounced Dee-ann... funny, huh?). I bet her life was far less boring. I mean, she had an affair with a hairy circus freak! Poor guy, though... apparently, he had a disease that caused him to grow hair non-stop in every inch of his body.

I don't tend to be so harsh on movies— especially if they feature an actor/actress that I like, but I couldn't help to feel this movie was a waste of time. Hence me being torn between indifference and awkwardness.

My advice is: don't watch it unless you have an open mind and, even if you do, be ready for at least a bit of boredom.

OK, rant's over.
I'm off...

I don't wanna go!

Mood: utterly terrified
Listening: Linkin Park - No More Sorrow
Reading: (or trying to, anyway) Jean M. Auel's The Clan of the Cave Bear

Why me!?!? *cries and sobs uncontrollably*

There aren't a lot of things that can reduce me to a pathetic pack of sobs and scared moans, but needles are definitely top of that small list...

I HATE NEEDLES! Specially if the reason they penetrate my skin is to get my blood out of me... D'Arvit, it is MY blood!

My boss just called to tell me that I have to get a "Certificado Médico" which means that I gotta go to a hospital, get some tests— blood tests done and some government doctor will give a stupid sheet in which they stay whether or not I am able to work...

Criminy! I thought that when I left McDonald's, it'd be the end of those damn tests every six months, but it looks like the government likes to torture me... Apparently, you are supposed to have that stupid document wherever you work.

I'll try not to panic, but it is really hard for me to overcome that idiotic phobia of mine.

I'm off... and scared =(

Me and the Moon

Mood: pleased, yet a bit annoyed
Listening: Linkin Park - Faint
Reading: more fanfiction

So little time, so much to do... Sometimes I wished days were 48 hours long, instead of 24, but I think that's a common feeling for all— or almost every human being.

I've been having some eventful days lately, but today I can't and mustn't waste time ranting, so I'll have to tell you in another ocassion. Right now I'm just interested in officially announce the "big openning" of version 1.0 of A World Of Snippets, thanks to which I finally managed to get rid of version 0.5 (boring, boring, boring...).

I had thousands of ideas, but never enough time to work on them to create a good theme— to be honest, this theme isn't exactly what I'd call good, but at least it gave "life" to this blog of mine. Anyway, after concluding that I was already sick of the black simplicity of AWOS 0.5, I risked stealing a bit of time and create the theme "Me and the Moon".

I didn't create it from scratch, though... I should be honest and confess that, in reality, what I did was base on the theme "Harbor", from blogger, modify the CSS and create some graphics to represent the night sky.

As I looked at how my sudden idea was taking form, I decided to give it a name and when I looked at the moon, I only could think of a certain song by Something Corporate, so I called it "Me and the Moon". Sounds a bit poetic, doesn't it?

I may make a few adjustments later on, but at least for now, my blog has a "face" =)

And once I've made the proper introduction of my AWOS 1.0, it's time for me to leave, not without one last complain about the lack of free time... Grrr...

I'm off! ^_^ / >.<

Happy birthday!!

Mood: festive.
Listening: A Pain I'm Used To - Depeche Mode
Reading: El Diccionario del Mago (forgot the English title... )

I've said this one too many times before, but there aren't enough words to thank God for bringing a certain angel to my life. After more than two years of friendship, I still find it hard to believe that there can be such a friendship and even harder to believe that I deserve it.

This entry is dedicated to a friend that's been there for me everytime I need him; when I have a new crazy idea, I know I have his support, whole-heartedly; if I'm sad, he'll make anything to brighten my day; if I have problems, he'll give advice and, if possible (and sometimes even if 'impossible'), he'll help.

I just dread to imagine what my life in the past two years would have been without Joseph Wood, and since today it's his birthday, I want to wish him the best of the best and insist that, no matter what, he can count on me, forever.

Queest-ce que je ferais sans toi, mon ange?

I'm off... but, happy birthday!