Things to Consider (#5)

Greetings friends, it's been way too long! Just felt like you needed an update, here are some things running through my head.

• Getting my dad a Christmas gift is like trying to be the 10th caller for a radio station give-away: you just can't win. So what I started doing is buying him badass gifts that will eventually be passed down to myself or Natalie. His gift this year? A Nintendo DS that was opened by Natalie, de-virginized by Natalie and is either sitting in her apartment or gathering dust back home.
• Rubio rule: If you are in college you are allowed to get totally wasted (to the point where someone has to babysit you) once a semester. After that you become a burden and no one is going to want to go out with you. Come on, you know what I mean. We all had that friend that totally got frucked up and ruined your night on multiple occasions (and they will continue to do it because they know you are a good person and you won't let them end up in jail or in some unknown person's bed). After a while you started ignoring their, "Let's go out!!!!" texts. There are few exceptions: birthdays, breakups, and if you've had like 3 midterms in one week. Only then can you get blasted more than once. I'm not saying you can't get drunk, I'm just saying that watching you vomit gets really old.
• I tutor on Sundays and I'm so over it. This is what my Sundays consist of: wake up, eat something, lay around until 1pm, take a shower, drive to the Cascade library, tutor for 2-3 hours, get home around 4:30 or 5, get something to eat, come home and cry to myself until it's time to go to bed around 9pm. I lay in bed for 2 hours, realize I can't sleep and do dumb stuff like play PSP until 12:30am. I absolutely hate Sundays. Sundays are the saddest days ever.
• I was glad Oscar de la Hoya hung up the gloves. I wish he would have made this realization two years earlier though. Oscar is a very polarizing figure: you either love him or hate him. I personally love the guy and for now he is my favorite boxer of all time (Julio Cesar Chavez is close second, Manny Pacquiao has been my favorite boxer the last 3 years). I still remember his victory over Rafa Ruelas in 1995. It was on the undercard of a Julio Cesar Chavez fight. I followed the Ruelas brothers and Rafa was up and coming (he was like 30-1 or something). Oscar destroyed him in the 2nd round. I'll never forget the first thing out of my Tio Juan's mouth, "Remember that name mijo, Oscar de la Hoya, he's gonna be a star." I'll also never forget this gem from Tio Juan: Always wear a condom mijo. Thanks Tio Juan!
  
• "We are gathered here today to honor the life of newspapers. Since the 19th century these publications have brought us the necessary information to live our lives. What happened on Capitol Hill yesterday? What time does Spiderman 8 start at Movies 8? Will it rain or shine today? Sadly, all these questions are now only seconds away from us, and we almost never look in a newspaper to get them answered..." -July 1, 2019, make that 2013
• Awkward moment in my life: the sound of my friend getting beat because we were playing with matches in his garage. The worst part was that his mom asked me, "Was Aaron playing with matches?" I panicked! (If the time it takes to rat someone out was a world record, I came in a close second. Who's first? P.Diddy when he sold out Shyne) I guess they woulda whooped him anyway. To be fair, I had never played with matches before so I was innocent all the way (6 years old at the time). But still, imagine the scene right afterward: him crying in his room, rubbing his butt, me, a 6 year old Judas trying to make amends, "You wanna play Duck Hunt?"
• There was nothing like the boys bathroom at Sorensen Elementary. I had my first (and only) fight there (lasted about 5 seconds and ended when I rammed the dude's head into the stall). We would go to the bathroom and there'd be marble tournaments going on (how we played on tiled floors, I don't know). I even saw my first nudie mag in there (Thank you Fernando Luna, who later became Fernando Vecchio, don't ask). I always thought it was funny when I was an older kid (4th grade) and I'd see the little Pre-K kids trying to pee. They still didn't know that they could pee AND not have to drop their pants.
• My introduction to hardcore rap was DMX's 'Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood.' Talk about scary, dude had Marilynn Manson on one track and some other dude (I think it was Q-Tip) rapping as the devil. Favorite line on the album: I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse, I got blood on my dick cause I fucked a corpse. I'm a nasty n_____, and when you pass me n______, look me in my eye. Tell me to my fucking face that you ready to die.
• I don't hate Kobe Bryant.