But I don’t want to be here anymore. I despise my State governor, I despise everyone who has anything to do with the government. Everyone is corrupt to the core. I would like to see one single government person who is not doing it for the money, but for the people. One single person that’s in power and stands up and says “Wait a minute… this isn’t right”

Few of you know how my youngest brother disappeared before all this drug stuff even started to escalate. He was definitely involved with THE wrong crowd. Before this “drug war” started going on, my brother was involved with drugs, and “higher up” drug people. He ended up making a mistake in their eyes and now I no longer have two brothers, I have one. I’m angry at this. I’m afraid of it.

I have to apologize with my U.S. friends because I personally think you are all completely AWESOME, but, I hate, hate, HATE your country. Your country is selling the drug lords the guns and grenades they need easily. And if you don’t have stricter guns rules because all of you think your “right to bear arms” amendment is so damn precious, we’ll keep dying. But what’s some Mexicans to the most vocal part of the United States? (Again, most of you are awesome, and I know a few of you have guns in your homes and know how to use them responsibly. I’m talking about those who think the right to bear arms is overpowering to saving thousands of good people’s lives)

I’m tired of watching, reading and hearing the news. Every time there’s someone dead. Every time there’s a huge avenue or two in my city blocked because the drug guys just want to fuck us up. Every fucking time there’s a bad thing happening that’s drug related. I can see it anywhere. From local newspapers, to international ones. And I read those daily. Just last night, there was another (yes, another as in, it has happened before) shooting near my home. Near other friends’ homes there have also been 5, 10, 15 shootings. People killed. Granades shot. TONS of Marihuana found. BBC, NBC, CNN, El Norte, Reforma… I’ve seen them all.

As citizens, we can’t do much. We DO NOT have easy access to guns. Though I think if I went to the States I could get my own easily… but could I shoot in self defense? Maybe. Do I have the moral fiber to shoot ANYONE? No.

I hate we have to sit and watch. I hate I have to see my government DO NOTHING. My State’s government election motto was “My life for my state”. If this is so, why, Mr. Medina, please tell me why, do we have to live HERE and get killed by these guys while you comfortably live in the U.S. and use our tax money to fly back and forth? Can I do that too? I mean, if you stopped hiking up the taxes and gasoline like crazy, maybe I could have some money to get out of this country now and then. Please Mr. Medina, tell me, why haven’t you done most of the stuff you promised? Please, Mr. Medina, tell me, tell us, what are you REALLY doing to stop the drug wars and the blocked avenues, and the grenades, and the killings?

I am disappointed at my corrupt government. The government that decides by itself that they should have a higher salary, from MY taxes, a higher Christmas bonus, that also, you guessed it, comes from Mexican People taxes. Those idiots that get iPads just because they wanted them… also with our money.

For fucks sake, WE HIRED THESE PEOPLE to work for us, for our country, and, as good little cowards, they use OUR MONEY to take a helicopter back and forth from the U.S.

I THINK I’m supposedly a Middle Class Mexican. I’ve studied in the best schools, have had great work experience, master both Spanish and English, a bit of Icelandic and a bit of French, and yet, I do not have enough income to even start thinking about buying a house. Because of Taxes. Because we’re paying for our governor to live in the U.S…. Because we’re paying our senators and congress people Christmas Bonuses they auto-approved or pay increases they auto-approved with no consensus of their constituents. I don’t feel like a middle class Mexican. I feel a lower class Mexican that won’t be able to get her own home and has to keep on living with her parents not because she doesn’t earn good money, but because government won’t leave us be.

I’m tired of this country. I’m tired of Mexico. This time, I’m serious. I am afraid of what will happen to me at some point with all these things that are happening. If my foreign friends know of any legal way I can go to their country, please DO tell me. This country is hell. This country is unsafe, no matter what anyone tells you. Don’t come here.

And remember, if you can help me get the fuck out of here legally, please do. I’m tired of this shit. I would work anywhere in Reykjavik, happily and just to get out of here.

Rudi, the son of Chief McKenzie, is all grown up. Since he was born there has been a big prophecy surrounding his life. This time, the prophecy comes true, and he has to get out of Oregon and the Willamette Valley, out to travel to Nantucket. A man from Nantucket had the vision of his prophecy and traveled walking and by horse, to Oregon, and now Rudi is going back with him, along with the usual childhood friends.

This is the first part of a second trilogy. I guess the first trilogy was about the parents getting used to the change, and settling in. This trilogy is now about people used to being part of the change. There’s still old people, of course. I am interested in the fact that Signe Larsson, while Juniper McKenzie and Sandra Arminger are ever present in the book. This time around, it’s their children who are at different risks, however, parents and older people are also part of this book, even if just at the beginning.

I’m still impressed at how people have “grown” to learn how to use other stuff instead of what we have been used to. Here I am, writing to you from a computer, when I couldn’t do it if I was living their life. I would, though, definitely take up archery lessons if I had time!

All in all, this was one book I couldn’t put down. I finished it in a week! Usually took me around a month. I blame The Boy for that. Making me read the Hyperion series was a difficult read, and now, everything else seems easy enough to finish quickly!

And suddenly, this ad appears:

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I did not know I was interested in big assed Argentine girls… I don’t usually go for big assed guys, regardless of personality

Stay classy, Google….stay classy.

Seems like WordPress is much better for this kind of stuff than what I had before, and I have finally finished migrating to that.

I will start with my usual entries (including the one that got lost) during the week. Meanwhile, please enjoy, look around, if I’m missing your site send it over so I might add it to the link section and comment!

You see, a long, long time ago, back when Geocities, Hotmail and mIRC ruled the Internet, I had just finished reading Barbara Steiner’s book, The Dreamstalker. In it was a character with the name Alysia. I just loved so much how it looked as “Alysia” instead of “Alicia” that I wanted to use it. Sadly, Alysia was taken… so was Alicia, Alisya and Alysya. I tried several other combinations, till I got to Alysey. It was my first Internet friend, Marshall Munyaka, who added an extra “s”… and so, Alyssey was born.

So as you can see, there’s nothing really, REALLY interesting about me being Alyssey. It sounds pretty, and I think it fits me perfectly. It’s just me.

According to wikipedia:

“Vitiligo is a chronic skin disease that causes loss of pigment, resulting in irregular pale patches of skin. It occurs when the melanocytes, cells responsible for skin pigmentation, die or are unable to function. The precise cause of vitiligo is complex and not fully understood. There is some evidence suggesting it is caused by a combination of auto-immune, genetic, and environmental factors. The population incidence worldwide is considered to be between 1% and 2%.”

What’s bugging me lately is that I made the horrible, yet interesting “mistake” of adding the google alert for EVERYTHING about Vitiligo. So far, I have read that:

“It is usually triggered by a fungus infection in the skin. It can be a side effect of heavy antibiotic use, chemotherapy, steroid use or even birth control pills.”

or that

“Michael Jackson has vitiligo the awful skin disease! it’s real,it’s disgusting and it’s no joke! It’s a whitening skin disease where the skin becomes pitchy patchy and the white part is a ghost like putrid colour.”

Among many, many complainy posts.

I have Vitiligo, I have tried creams, oils, more creams, exercises, stay out on the sun doing nothing, even some weird placenta stuff that was sent over from Cuba. I have written to the people who make the XTRAC laser (no answer yet, still waiting) which seems the answer to my Vitiligo “problem”

However…. I seldom complain about my Vitiligo. Why? Why should I complain? It’s here… it’s part of me, if I get stressed out I get more spots, if I don’t, they stay there, why should I complain? I am unique. No one has the exact same spots I have. My current “Friend with Benefits” says I wouldn’t look bad being all white either, and he likes my spots. My friends barely notice them, unless I bring attention to them. Someone a few years ago thought the white spots on my eyelids were just “Some clever eyeshadow” and the lead singer for Circulos de Nada once told me that they seem like windows to my soul.

Why can’t people see the beauty of it? OF COURSE we’ll get the irrational comments, like that completely ignorant girl in college who asked me if I had the Pinta disease. I just proudly said “Nope…Vitiligo” and never was that subject made known of again.

I am ok with having Vitiligo. I don’t care much about it usually, now and then I DO get nervious and worry about how it could affect me. But today is not the day. I am proud of who I am. I am happy to have such a unique thing on my body.