planet lez

rock n' roll

I was watching a show on animal planet, and they were discussing how animals defend themselves by using poison, camouflage, etc., some even change their appearance to look bigger or dangerous. Then it was humans' turn, and you know what's our natural defense? Looks! Yes ladies and gentlemen, we don't have poison (well, only maybe when we speak), no dangerous weapons hidden in our bodies, no shell to protect us in case there's danger, we don't urinate to warn about a predator (unless we're scared and it's pretty embarassing) and of course we don't camouflage, even if we always wanted to. So apparently our looks keep us alive. That's why babies look so cute, no one would want to harm anything that looked that cute, and as we grow, we look for the finer specimens to procreate (of course we don't always find them!).That makes me think "how shallow can we get?" The fact that our mere existence depends on looks really humbles my pride in being a human. I always thought it was like the Hollywood movies, you know love will save the day, but it's not true, it's looks, well at least the majority of the time. G'bye, my shallow inhabitants, go get a manicure!

Finally my house is ready for us to inhabit. The nightmare of living in a house that´s not yours is over, it´s like a dream. I´ll just go enjoy my dream planet, bye bye now. ▓goes out dancing.▓

I just hate to forget important things, but I hate more trying to do something and people not noticing. For example, when my mom got married, my brother told me, " I'll call you before picking you up 'cause I don't know where it is". He never called, I couldn't assist, my mom was furious and hurt. And all because the stupid telephone didn't work, so, it wasn't my fault, I received all the blame and I wasn't with my mom on her special day, bummer!

So Tuesday was my mom's birthday, I call her and guess what? She's not home, I try to call her back, but I had too much work. My home phone"s been cut off, I tried calling her again, no answer. So now I'm just waiting for her to call me and make me feel worse until I explain to her what happened.

Yeah, I feel sorry for me too.

The only highlight of today is my new friend cuervo from Spain. He has some girl problems and thought it was a good idea to talk to me for advice. I really don't know. People say "nobody understands women" the truth is, who understands anybody? Every mind is a completely diferent world (or planet). Well, the good thing is, that I was able to help him out. By the way the hour diference in like 7 hours, so if it's 12 here, it's 7 there, ok, bye.

I think that Monday isn't so bad, for me it's just another week day. It's over pretty quick, and when you least expect it, it's Monday again. It's boring, tedious, in the end, Monday.
Monday is...

• putting your feet back on the ground.
• Remembering weekend achievements...... or traumatic events.
• TRYING to remember weekend achievements...... or traumatic events.
• Tasting the sweet freedom still in your mouth.
• Making plans for Friday.
• Writing a stupid list about what Monday is, knowing that no one will read it.
• Not knowing what else to write in the stupid list.

Monday is... oops! gotta go, 'till tomorrow.

I really don't have anything interesting to write about. Yesterday was interesting, though. I rehearsed with the urban trio and it was so cool! I don't know if it was that we had like 2 weeks without rehearsing, or maybe that the cellist was in love. But for some reason we were in a strange mood. Kind of mellow. In the middle of every thing we lit up a black light, some insense and instead of rehearsing we put on a cd of a blues singer called Nina something. It's really a shame that I don't remember, 'cause she's something special, her voice a little deeper than Billie Holiday, and the feeling of Janis Joplin. We heard a song called "Young, gifted and black" it made want to be black. Anyway, I'm in the process of moving to a new house (like 6 million years ago!) so when I do I'll need some decoration tips, I'll see what I can do a bout it in my planet, from here, bye. \m/\m/

Just like my guela used to say "nothing like a good work day to sleep well at night". And the only reason I agree with her is because I had tons of work today, and when I finally finished, I realized it was 40 min. before going home, cool, huh? (not!) Actually, it was stressfull, like; ring, ring here and "hi, good morning" there, and then "hey leslie, are you done yet? geez, are you surfing the net again?", and the damn computer slowing down on me again! Well, at least at 5pm in my planet, I go home. Night, night.

Even though it's a good day, I feel blue, more like dark blue. Maybe it's the moon, maybe it's the rain, maybe it's the birth control pills. I'm not really sad, it's just a mix of Janis Joplin's Summertime and zzzzz's. I don't know if I'm tired, or melancholic. I don't feel like crying, but if you invite me a beer today, I just might say "no" (I can't beleive myself!!). well, I guess I'm the only one to feel that way. Hey, I know what it is. It's that web page I was reading today, vampirefreaks.com. It's cool, but I'm so vulnerable when I see something I like. I might put it in my list of links, Hello to Rita Guerrero from my planet. (not that she'll ever see this.)

Hey, happy woman's day grrrls. Today (besides mother's day, of course) is one of the few days that makes me proud of being a woman. Even though the only ones who remember are women, and every other news anchor who has to know, or else. Well, actually I am proud, the only thing that bothers me is the sacrifice and pain we had to go through (and some are still going through) to get such a day. And that's why here are the 10 reasons why women are better than men:

1. We have babies, yes, I know we need a man to do that, but mankind would be lost if we decided one day not to go through all that pain, trouble and suffering (physically, I mean).
2. We have babies, ha! bet you didn't see that one coming! Well it's the same point, but with completely diferent reasons; we get to experience some one of the best feelings in the world, a little person moving inside, breastfeeding, and doing all the "mom" things only we can do.
3. We look much better, well, we certainly try harder. Men think that only if their "package" is good, or if they're rich, then that's enough, but women, oh my god! There's the hair, the skin, the body fat, the weight, the height, the complexion, the smell, the diet, the make up, etc., etc., etc.
4. We handle the "tough" situations better, think of a spoiled child, a funeral, a shot, a blood drawing or labor for the God and Godess' sake!!! Men would just die. I mean, we even handle them!
5. We are the best friends, the best friendship in the world will always be between women. No matter what, we are there for each other, specially if those best friends happen to be sisters, cousins, mother-daughter, etc.
6. We don't fight, there's no need for us to get physical, with looks and words we say it all. Among women, we can destroy each other, but we'll always be in one piece.
7. We are fashion friendly, we can wear our clothes, we can wear men's clothes, basically we can wear (or not wear) anything at all, and we'll find a way to look great.
8. We can manipulate, and that's one of the best features! Fathers, brothers, sons, friends, couples, all of them are merely toys of our wishes. ( well maybe I'm watching too much t.v.)
9. We make the most important decisions, to work, not to work, to study, to get married, to have kids, to get divorced, decisions where most men would need therapy.
10. Because we say so! Do I need to explain?

So you get out of work friday afternoon, and you think, "party!!!", well, not in my planet. I work Saturdays and Sundays as an English teacher. Anyway I try to manage partying Saturday anyway, even though I'll be a little hung over. But no, this weekend I arrived home Friday, played with Liam for a while, and slept at 9 pm. "OK, so I'll party tomorrow" I thought. Again, no I was dreaming by 9:30pm. then Sunday arrives with it's air of relaxness and comfort, when "toc, toc, toc" "hey, you wanna go to the ranch and party, today is family day (a new holiday here in Mexico)" So we partied all night and my plans of getting the lunches and uniforms ready for Monday, screwed. But surprisingly, I feel so good this morning. Yep, my planet in a looney one too. But then again looney is what keeps us sane, in my planet anyway.

Well, life wasn't so miserable this morning. I didn't have any change on me for the bus, I only had a 200 pesos bill. So I get on the first bus with my son and the driver says "that's ok, I don't have change" And I don't pay. Tha second bus driver says tha same thing. After I drop off my son at school, I get the third bus, but he did have change. Anyway I saved about 10 pesos. Then, my husband was trying to make it up to me for making me angry last night ( the moron left without telling me, after I just told him to look after our son, Liam while I went to my band's rehearsal), so he bought me a veracruzan tamal, which is much larger than the normal (mmm, mmm, mmm), and delicious, so there I saved some more cash. I know money isn't everything, but in my planet, it just makes me feel good.

I got angry and then I didn't. Like always I promise to myself it's the last time I'll tolerate this B.S., but in the end it's jus like "bah, whatever". And it's not even frustrating, maybe a little sad. Is it me or the world just doesn't give a fuck anymore? People sue, criticize, point at, satanize, and a long list of etc.'s. If you help, if you don't. If you beleive, if you don't. If you did something about it, you're nosey. If you didn't, "are you blind or something?" Please tell me I'm not alone. 'cause it really feels that way sometimes, in my planet.