Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Oh Mai!
Mountain High opens tomorrow. Ahhhh So excited!
Too bad I'm nothing but a broke joke.
Oh someone please help me. This here is no joke, PLEASE!
Too bad I'm nothing but a broke joke.
Oh someone please help me. This here is no joke, PLEASE!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Davey
Thank You so, so, so much! This is serously one of my best birthday presents!
The day it came out, I went to go see Where The Wild Things Are with Davey, Lauren and Mark. It was the first time Davey and I met (Or at least we think, ha), so he made me this for my birthday! If you saw the movie, you would understand. I wonder if Davey knows that that Max doll looks like him? ha
Aroouuuu!!!!
The day it came out, I went to go see Where The Wild Things Are with Davey, Lauren and Mark. It was the first time Davey and I met (Or at least we think, ha), so he made me this for my birthday! If you saw the movie, you would understand. I wonder if Davey knows that that Max doll looks like him? ha
Aroouuuu!!!!
I Think I Deserve To Breathe Now
Hasn't anybody warned you that I'm no good? I break hearts boy. You know that Beatles song "You Like Me Too Much"? well...yeah, it's nothing like that song actually. Just the title of the song. I don't think I can handle it. Your way too sweet and our morals are way too different. I'm sorry.
You really are awesome though.
It's more like this 22 second song.
FUCK.
You really are awesome though.
It's more like this 22 second song.
FUCK.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Johnston
The artist walks among the flowers, appreciating the sun, he does this all his waking hours, but is it really so wrong?
They sit in front of their tv, sayin "hey this is fun", and they laugh at the artist,
saying "he doesn't know how to have fun."
The best things in life are truly free, singing birds and laughing bees, you got me wrong says he, the sun don't shine in your tv.
Listen up and i'll tell a story, about an artist growing old, some would try for fame and glory, others aren't so bold.
Everyone in friends and family, sayin "hey get a job, why do you only do that only,
why are you so odd?"
"We dont really like what you do, we dont think anyone ever will, it's a problem that you have, and this problem's made you ill"
They sit in front of their tv, sayin "hey this is fun", and they laugh at the artist,
saying "he doesn't know how to have fun."
The best things in life are truly free, singing birds and laughing bees, you got me wrong says he, the sun don't shine in your tv.Listen up and i'll tell a story, about an artist growing old, some would try for fame and glory, others aren't so bold.
Everyone in friends and family, sayin "hey get a job, why do you only do that only,
why are you so odd?"
"We dont really like what you do, we dont think anyone ever will, it's a problem that you have, and this problem's made you ill"
Santa Monica Pier
Went last night to celebrate my barfday with Lauren, Tristan, Dabbs and Jordan. Birthday bluntz. Almost dying from the super dry goldfish crackers. Lauren looking for the cigs when we had already found them, we were all just staring. TriStan getting lost in the bathroom. Almost crashing about x8675 times. Too much - Too little happened last night. Too lazy to type.
p.s.
I'm not done celebrating.
p.s.
I'm not done celebrating.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Uoy Evol I
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I've got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you, but you...
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I've got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you, but you...
Friday, October 23, 2009
Is This Too Blunt For You?
I'm only waiting for the proper time to tell you
That it's impossible to get along with you
It's hard to look you in the face when we are talking
So it helps to have a mirror in the room
I've not been really looking forward to the performance
But there's my cue and there's a question on your face
Fortunately I have come across an answer
Which is go away
And do not leave a trace
That it's impossible to get along with you
It's hard to look you in the face when we are talking
So it helps to have a mirror in the room
I've not been really looking forward to the performance
But there's my cue and there's a question on your face
Fortunately I have come across an answer
Which is go away
And do not leave a trace
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I wish
My ex-boyfriend would grow the fuck up. Sometimes, when people ask, I can't even admit to them that he was once mine.
I'm sorry, but the things you do/say and the person you are, makes me so ashamed.
I care for him so much and I really do wish him the best though.
I'm sorry, but the things you do/say and the person you are, makes me so ashamed.
I care for him so much and I really do wish him the best though.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Response to "Fatherhood"
I usually don't like posting sob story blogs, but I guess once in a while it doesn't hurt right? Well yesterday night I went onto my brothers website (http://judehernandez.com/) because he said he wrote a new entry about his first six months of fatherhood. After the first few lines of reading it, I found out it wasn't even really about "his" fatherhood, but about the father we grew up with. I honestly don't know why I'm sharing this where the whole world can see (considering I've only told two of my closest friends about my "true" childhood) fuck it, I don't think anyone reads my blog anyways and as of this moment, I just don't care. Anyways, in the middle of reading it, my dad walks upstairs half asleep and did something he has never really done before, with the little hair he has left on his head messed up, eyes squint from the light I had on, he just stopped and looked at me. I felt so odd, so guilty, so ashamed, so wrong. He had no clue what I was reading, how I felt, how much I know. Then he just smiled, I was surprised, so I somewhat smiled back, but couldn't hold it for long. He walked into his room and I just cried for a bit. Then, I didn't know what to feel, what to think, if I should have even smile back because not only was I disappointed of him but of me for reading what I read. Here's what my brother wrote:
"My Son is Six Months Old..."
My son, Jude, turned 6 months on October 13, and as I reflect on the many changes I have gone through in this short amount of amazing time, I am reminded of something that my father once told me when I was a teenager; “When you are a father you will understand why I am the way I am.” As I look into the eyes of my beautiful boy I can see love, innocence, pure beauty; and I realize what my father told me was just an excuse for his incompetence as a father, husband, and role model. I will never understand why the way he was with me, with my sisters, and with my mother. What I do understand is that he is a weak man, who lacks any sense of courage, and had to abuse and manipulate his wife and children in order to feel that he had any type of control in his life. No, I will never understand why he beat up his wife in front of his kids, when I, being the oldest of three at the time, was only in the third grade. My mother finally had the sense to leave and we had to live in a group home for battered women for 3 months. Though she went back to him, for some ridiculous reason, thinking that he was a changed man. But as most abusive and manipulative people, he just got smarter and knew not to hit her again.
I will never understand the years of emotional and verbal abuse we all had to suffer, always being ridiculed, taunted, made fun of, and yelled at. Anytime I would get pimples on my face, he would tell me, “Its ok I would get them too, on my butt!,” then would laugh and strut away. We all hated it when he came home, never knowing what type of mood he would arrive in, as we knew any little thing would be taken out on us. But then if we didn’t greet him at the door as he walked in, he would yell asking us, “What’s the matter, you guys don’t want to see me?”
We were hardly allowed to use our own minds, think freely, be creative, or express ourselves because he never trusted what our decisions were and he was always worried what other people would think. His famous philosophical question, “What are people going to think?,” still lingers in my mind and haunts me this day as I have been programmed to base my decisions on this question. It is probably one of the biggest obstacles I have been working to overcome during the past years.
My father lied to us constantly, altering and even changing storylines to his family and friends in order to make himself look like innocent man, never revealing the full and complete story because he knew he was wrong. I recall a situation when he informed me, very proudly I should add, that he had told off one of my baseball coaches, thinking he was doing something noble. When I was talking about it with my mother because I wasn’t happy about, it, he vehemently denied it while looking into my eyes.
He sexually abused my mother and was always thinking that she was being unfaithful to him. He had her drive a car that had dangerously bad brakes because he wanted her to come straight home from work. It wasn’t until one of my uncles, my mom’s brother, called him on the phone and set him straight until he fixed the brakes. When my Grandfather was in the hospital after a fatal heart attack and major heart surgery, my mother stayed with him for as long as she could. When she came home after a long day, he immediately began yelling at her because he felt he was home alone for to long, and then he had the audacity to ask if she loved her dad more than she loved him.
I know that I, and at least two of my four sisters, had contemplated suicide because of the stifling and frustration we were going through, and the lack of protection we were getting from our mother.
I can go on and on describing all the other acts of “fatherhood” that my sisters and I received, but that is for another time as I am not writing this for sympathy nor for justice, its just my life is heading towards a brighter light and I need to share it. It is still a long road for me as it took many years of soul searching, sacrifice, mind expansion, and loss.
Now that I am a father I understand that life is to live and experience, and that souls are meant for discovery, not manipulation or burial. I am a here with eyes open, happy, learning what true love is, that is why I becoming the father and man I want to be.
Shine On and God Bless.
Mixed Emotions.
"My Son is Six Months Old..."
My son, Jude, turned 6 months on October 13, and as I reflect on the many changes I have gone through in this short amount of amazing time, I am reminded of something that my father once told me when I was a teenager; “When you are a father you will understand why I am the way I am.” As I look into the eyes of my beautiful boy I can see love, innocence, pure beauty; and I realize what my father told me was just an excuse for his incompetence as a father, husband, and role model. I will never understand why the way he was with me, with my sisters, and with my mother. What I do understand is that he is a weak man, who lacks any sense of courage, and had to abuse and manipulate his wife and children in order to feel that he had any type of control in his life. No, I will never understand why he beat up his wife in front of his kids, when I, being the oldest of three at the time, was only in the third grade. My mother finally had the sense to leave and we had to live in a group home for battered women for 3 months. Though she went back to him, for some ridiculous reason, thinking that he was a changed man. But as most abusive and manipulative people, he just got smarter and knew not to hit her again.
I will never understand the years of emotional and verbal abuse we all had to suffer, always being ridiculed, taunted, made fun of, and yelled at. Anytime I would get pimples on my face, he would tell me, “Its ok I would get them too, on my butt!,” then would laugh and strut away. We all hated it when he came home, never knowing what type of mood he would arrive in, as we knew any little thing would be taken out on us. But then if we didn’t greet him at the door as he walked in, he would yell asking us, “What’s the matter, you guys don’t want to see me?”
We were hardly allowed to use our own minds, think freely, be creative, or express ourselves because he never trusted what our decisions were and he was always worried what other people would think. His famous philosophical question, “What are people going to think?,” still lingers in my mind and haunts me this day as I have been programmed to base my decisions on this question. It is probably one of the biggest obstacles I have been working to overcome during the past years.
My father lied to us constantly, altering and even changing storylines to his family and friends in order to make himself look like innocent man, never revealing the full and complete story because he knew he was wrong. I recall a situation when he informed me, very proudly I should add, that he had told off one of my baseball coaches, thinking he was doing something noble. When I was talking about it with my mother because I wasn’t happy about, it, he vehemently denied it while looking into my eyes.
He sexually abused my mother and was always thinking that she was being unfaithful to him. He had her drive a car that had dangerously bad brakes because he wanted her to come straight home from work. It wasn’t until one of my uncles, my mom’s brother, called him on the phone and set him straight until he fixed the brakes. When my Grandfather was in the hospital after a fatal heart attack and major heart surgery, my mother stayed with him for as long as she could. When she came home after a long day, he immediately began yelling at her because he felt he was home alone for to long, and then he had the audacity to ask if she loved her dad more than she loved him.
I know that I, and at least two of my four sisters, had contemplated suicide because of the stifling and frustration we were going through, and the lack of protection we were getting from our mother.
I can go on and on describing all the other acts of “fatherhood” that my sisters and I received, but that is for another time as I am not writing this for sympathy nor for justice, its just my life is heading towards a brighter light and I need to share it. It is still a long road for me as it took many years of soul searching, sacrifice, mind expansion, and loss.
Now that I am a father I understand that life is to live and experience, and that souls are meant for discovery, not manipulation or burial. I am a here with eyes open, happy, learning what true love is, that is why I becoming the father and man I want to be.
Shine On and God Bless.
Mixed Emotions.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
The Fabric Of Our Lives
I want to raid Zooey's closet oh so badly! If I was a cancer patient in "Make A Wish Foundation", that would be my wish.
Friday, October 16, 2009
LET THE WILD RUMPUS START!
Finally! It's here. It's been longer than a year I've been waiting for this...
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
WTWTA
"If the children don’t grow up,
Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little gods causin’ rain storms turnin’ every good thing to rust.”
Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little gods causin’ rain storms turnin’ every good thing to rust.”
Thursday, October 8, 2009
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