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Pedro Ezcurra. My eyes are closed.



I have three sisters. Which is a lot like having one sister, only with three times the estrogen.



My mother used to act in Mexican soap operas. Then one day she gained self-respect and now she works as a translator.



My father is a biologist who terrorizes his grandchildren (and other miscellaneous infants) on the weekends.


My girlfriend is a fucking rad motherfucker.


I was born and raised in Mexico City. I live in San Diego. When I'm here I wish I was there, and when I'm there I wish I was here.

I'm into history, movies, politics and evolution.

The last time I had an epiphany was never. And furthermore, I find it extremely irritating when people try to force them into their everyday lives. "I was having a sandwich this morning... AND THEN I HAD AN EPIPHANY." Shut your mouth, finish your sandwich, and pull your pants up.

I dislike loud people 97% of the time. If you're an attention whore, I can tell and it's not cool.

My pet peeve is people who use the term "pet peeve."

I think Portuguese is an extremely beautiful language. But I would never dare learn to speak it, because it's no fun when you understand it.

I really, really like finding new music.



A lot of my posts are friends only. If, by some miracle, you find me interesting and wish to add me, just make sure to tell me. Unless you're known to transmit cancer through the internet, I'll add you back.

I'm not really good with internet profiles, so here's a passage from seanbaby.com that I think very appropriately describes the entire Livejournal experience:
Diaries have always been a joke. Is there something wrong with the brain Jesus dug from the rib of a monkey and put in your head? If he wanted you to remember what color dress you wore on your third day of your Disneyland trip, he would have made your finger a pencil, and made the inside of your nose a little lockable pink book. You spend 24 hours a day with yourself, are you really interesting enough to read about yourself at the same time? That's like garnishing your steak with another steak. How fat do you need to be before you find a hobby?
Now with the web, diaries are fucking everywhere. Would you make photocopies of your diary and pass them out to people on the street? Then why are you putting them on the Internet? I know uninteresting facts about my own life sometimes get typed here, I'm not perfect. Sometimes they're relevant to a joke I was making, and sometimes I'm just really excited about a hooker I punched. But for the thousands of people that visit here, I can guarantee you less than 10 of them care that I parallel park like an Asian woman, and more than 500 of them will be pissed off that I even made them sit through it. "Lose the 'journal' and get on with the comedy, dickhead. I've got a million homepages to get through today."
Are recounts of people's dull lives better or worse now that they have an audience? No matter how obscure your geocities piece of shit is, at least 2 or 3 strangers are going to end up seeing it every day. Are you ready to entertain them, or are you just going to tell them how tired you are and how noisy the guy was next to you at a movie that sooo sucked? Self-publishers have a responsibility to self-edit. Take the extra second to ask yourself if anyone but you and your grandma want to read it. We're a voyeuristic public, but that only means we want to watch people take showers. We don't care how crowded the mall was today.