The Scattered Thoughts of Me

So if I get this up quickly, will it register for September? That’d give me two whole posts for the month! I’m sitting here watching a show on the Pixies. They made some pretty cool music a while back. I hear a lot of Nirvana in their music. I should say, I hear a lot of their music in Nirvana. They were around long before Nirvana. Looking at the videos and live performances, they look like such wimps.

Anyway, there’s not a lot going on here. And there is a lot going on here. I finally got a chance to breathe last night. I’d been working hard trying to get a big task done for school. I was supposed to work all last weekend, but I was so tired that I ended up sleeping way too much. Then I was supposed to get a lot done earlier this week, but caught a cold. I felt miserable on Monday, wretched on Tuesday, much better on Wednesday, almost well yesterday, and just a little bit better today than yesterday. The point of that? I didn’t get much work done until Wednesday night. But after finishing everything last night (to turn in this morning), I finally got to read a little from a book I started recently. Maybe this weekend I can read most (perhaps all) of it.

Today after school a big group went to Starbucks to hang out. Starbucks is everywhere here. Wednesday I had to go to the office supply store to get some stuff. I drove right by four Starbucks on my way to the place and back home. Today I got a good icy drink. It’s hot here now; the rainy season ended too early. Things are already starting to turn brown, and it’s not even October. Not yet… not where I am… not according to my watch. We went to Starbucks as a sort of fun thing to do for Sarah’s birthday. A bunch of people were going to go watch a movie at someone’s house, but I figured they’d pick a girlie movie, so I didn’t go. Instead I went to the office to get caught up on work there. I got there at about 6:00 and left just before 9:00. But I am all caught up.

Things are going well here. I can’t complain about anything. Actually, I’ve really been enjoying a lot of things recently. But there’s still that adventurous spirit in me. It tells me that I wish I could do something different. I want to go to Xochimilco. I want to go to Querétaro. I want to go swimming. All I’ve been doing recently is working at school, working at the office, going to meetings, and eating food. But it’s been good, because the people here are good. There’s just that part of me that gets restless.

Did I do it? Did I get it in before midnight? Should I have bothered publishing this randomness?

Tonight was the night I’d been looking forward to for a long time.

Three great things about tonight (in chronological order):

1. We ate Taco Bell tacos. The “we” to which I refer is (in alphabetical order) Amy, Joel, Mary Dale, and Sarah. I had a 12 pack of Mountain Dew cans that my Mom had brought me when she visited in June, and everyone knows that Taco Bell and Mountain Dew go together like hot chocolate and donuts. So earlier this week I had found some real, imported, American sour cream at the rich people’s grocery store in Zona Esmeralda. That was the trigger for finally making this Taco Bell taco party a reality. We had taco meat made with American taco seasoning from a pouch (smuggled by me), shredded lettuce (imported), fresh grated cheddar cheese (imported), hard corn and soft flour tortillas (authentically Mexican), guacamole (made by me with all Mexican ingredients), finely diced tomatoes (once again, Mexican), and the aforementioned sour cream and Mountain Dew (imported and smuggled by my Mom, respectively).
2. We watched the USA soccer team beat the Mexican soccer team. In a very one-sided game. Mexico never had a chance. Two nothing. Less than two weeks before Mexican Independence Day. It’s not that I’m gloating here, but it sure is nice when loudmouths are silenced. Utterly silenced. No room for even the least discussion.
3. We watched Napoleon Dynamite. Napoleon Dynamite is perhaps the funniest movie ever made. I don’t know yet if it is better than Dumb and Dumber, but it is at least even. If you’ve never seen it, stop what you’re doing. Don’t even finish reading my blog. Go to the nearest retail outlet that sells movies and buy it. Don’t rent it. You’ll waste your money renting it, because you’ll end up buying the movie before you go back to the video store to return the rented copy.

So, if you’re still reading this, that means you’ve already seen (and bought) Napoleon Dynamite, and you can agree with me when I ask, "What better way to finish off a night of celebrating Mexican-Americana?"