Cartels and Cadavers

I've been putting off writing about this, because it's so obviously a huge part of my life at the moment, and I just can't figure out how to put it in words. The fact is, there's a war going on right now. It's not overseas in Iran/Iraq/Afghanistan and it's not between the Canada VS United States Gold Medal hockey debate. This war is happening beneath your radar, and if you hadn't heard it from me now, you probably wouldn't hear of it until something insanely horrible happens.

I've lived in a border town all my life, and right up until now, I never really considered it anything remotely bad. I get to speak two languages fluently, thrive in the bold Latin culture, and eat Mexican food daily without worrying about its effect on my health. This past week brought out a whole lot of ugly from the other side of the border.

It all started with a gang. You see there used to be these big top head gang guys that would keep all the little gangs in check. They owned everything, and considered themselves the unofficial "police" of cities. But then the Mexican government stuck in their little foot and took all the big bad gang guys to jail, where they've stayed ever since. Things went pretty well after that. Drug trafficking was still going on, but it never affected any innocent citizens, just like it is here in the United States. Then the fight began.

See, all these little gangs realized that the big bad gang guys weren't around to keep them in check anymore, and they all scrambled to try and take the top spot. Around Tuesday or Wednesday this past week, there were gunshots and shootings, killing dozens of innocent bystanders in cities that I've gone to many times in my life. Drug cartels killed doctors that serviced in cities to keep any drugs under their watch, killed American citizens in the deeper end of border cities, and stole any vehicle that they deemed too high class for their region.

People that I know have gotten emails from people in Mexico pleading for help and many of my relatives over there are confined to their homes to escape getting killed. Passageway between major cities isn't attempted for fear to get ambushed by one of the two major gangs. My dad told me that there was a a truck-full of cadavers seen near a canal, just dumping the bodies in the water. There's no way to know for sure who is dead or not because none of the news are reporting it, not even local news around here.

The situation is bad, and almost everyone is terrified of going to Mexico right now. I doubt I'll be going anytime soon. On a good note, I hardly have school this week because underclassmen are testing. Boy, is it good to be a senior.

xoxo
Janet

Awesome: Overweight hedgehogs that eat dog food and run on a treadmill.

Saturday the 13th never happened.

I've honestly tried to write a blog about 10 times, and the only good thing that came out was the previous post with old photos. Saying that sounds annoyingly cliche', but it's true. So many things have happened lately, that I'm beginning to resent my whining of an absolutely boring life. Mostly, this weekend sort of threw me off. My well-executed plan for Saturday went extremely well, too good actually. I have no clue how I managed to get in my bed without my mother noticing that I was way beyond normal.

I suppose the worst part about that night is the fact that I can't remember most of what happened. There's different stories flying around, most of which include me puking twice, me falling off of a tower of brinks, sitting on a bench and suddenly realizing that I had lost my phone, which started me off in a full on freak out, and slapping several innocent bystanders. That night is a big black slate, with several occasions where the world decided to fade in and engrave into my memory, only to fade out into black again.

I'm just glad that there were no kissing of strangers or taking off of clothes involved. I've spent this entire week trying to remember with the rest of the people that were there, but all we have is a recording of a friend of mine screaming,"SENIOR YEAR!", and several more indistinguishable noises. I guess we can look back and laugh right now, but I still have a load of battle scars from the brick fall and a sore throat, probably from all the screaming.

Other than that, life has been pretty normal. My school's theater program is putting up our production of Bye Bye Birdie this week, and everything is pretty much chaotic as per usual. I'm only in the stage crew, so I'm not too stressed, but it's our first musical, and a lot of the actors aren't exactly musically talented. Let's all hope that goes well.

Did I mention that somebody from school stole my camera? And I was just about to grow the balls to finally make a youtube video. RIP Optimus Prime. You will be missed.

Momentary Immortality

I've realized that when I talk better when I have
nothing to talk about, which is an oxymoron in
itself. Last night I went out and got pretty
much WASTED. I figured I was going to have to
do it at least once in my life,so why not?
Hangover, and bored as hell on Valentine's Day.
Story of my life, huh?

Photos are from Dec. 21st 2009, at my
family's Christmas party.
1)little one 2)my glee tee 3)cazzy & little one