It's hot. Remeber to drink lots of liquids. Does anybody remember my birthday when I dropkicked the Jeep Cherokee and hurt my hand? It's been over a month and my hand still hurts. I believe and have been told that I probably fractured some bone in there. I'll never really know what happened cause I have no insurance right now. Boo. Also, I used my one "go to the hospital w/out insurance card card" when that whole chest pain thing happened. Point of the story is that I bought a brace for it today. I feel ridiculous with this thing, but it's in the best interest of my hand and this country that I wear it.

I've joined a team for the summer. The Vodka Gimlet team. I'm the assistant captain. Wanna be on the team? All you have to do is drink copious amounts of vodka gimlets this summer. Don't be a pussy and join.

This blog is getting remodeled soon...

The World Cup start in less than 18 hours. Oh lord, Oh my god, I'm like so excited. I really am. I, like, really am. I am. GO ENGLAND! GO COLOMBIA! Oh wait, they're not it this year. GO ENGLAND!

According to the email I got from the Counter.com today zero people have visited my site this week. Thanks guys. This once again proves my previous theory that I am having a conversation with myself on this blog. I have no problems with that. You're just missing out on the most incredible blog this side of Pinckney St.(sidenote: The Pinckney St. block is so on. It will take place around the 4th of July. You are all invited)

Currently spinning: Have You Forgotten-Red House Painters

I went into Uno's today for orientation and watched a bunch of boring videos, and ate free pizza. Boring videos + Free pizza = 657 or a nap. One of the new girls resembled Natalie Portman. I smell a crush. My first day is Friday at 10am. Feel free to stop in and tell the managers that I'm doing a good job so they fire the other host and give me a raise and more hours.

Speaking of Friday...Friday is the first day of the World Cup. Has it really been four years since the last one? Oh, I can't wait. The first game is at 5:30am, France vs Senegal. My prediction... France 2, Senegal 0.

World Cup Predictions by The Manic Hispanic
Final Four: Argentina, Italy, England and Portugal
Championship match: England vs Argentina.
Champion: England
Player of the Tournament: David Beckham
Leading goal scorer of the Cup: Michael Owen
Will the U.S. make it past the first round: Yes
Breakout player for the U.S.: Demarcus Beasley
Dark Horse of the Cup: Paraguay
Do alot of people think I'm crazy with my predictions? Yes
Do I care? No
Do people who are reading this care about soccer? Probably not. Oh wait, I'm the only one who's reading it, so yes.
Will I be awake at 5:30am on Friday? Most definitely
Will I be awake at odd hours for the next month? See last answer
Can you come over at 5:30am on Friday and watch the game with me? Of course
Best place to watch a game in Madison? Other than my house I would have to say Tutto Pasta on State St. The key is root against Italy no matter who they are playing. You'll get a good laugh and everyone will hate you especially the owners. Subsequently, every time you come in post World Cup, the owners will give you dirty looks. I can neither confirm or deny that this happens, but a little bird once told me that it does.

Do you have any predictions?
Wanna make some bets with me?

We are just going to have wait a whole month to see if my predictions hold true. Till then, I'll make sure to keep you updated on the on-goings of the greatest sporting event this world has ever seen.

The sun is out and so am I. No time to blog. Time for some fun in the sun. Funsun, sunfun.

Staying home on a Saturday night is for losers. Oh wait. Staying home on Saturday night is totally cool and hip. Actually it's not. I mean it is. Cool. It's way cool. It's more cool than a cooler.

I tried to go see this band tonight, but everbody was being lame and didn't want to go out. Speaking of this band, the lead singer decided to tell my new roommate about this blog at Paul's Club last night. I think it went something like this...

New roommate: "Steve already knew about me moving in cause he read it on your online journal."
Me: "Online journal?"

For some reason or another I've decided not to tell any of my friends, roommates,etc about this wonderful blog. I'm sure they'll catch on soon enough, but people try not to spill the beans so easily.

And now A Manic Hispanic Editorial:
There has been some talk on other Wiscoblogs about jobs, and post graduate life recently so I believe it is now my time to put in my three pennies and a ball of lint on the matter. The key is not to rush things. Most likely you're 22 or 23. That is very young. Now is the time to do what you want. Don't feel severe pressure to do things that other people want you to do. I have a brother whose in medical school and an other who has graduated from law school and come this fall he will be starting 7 years of graduate school at Duke. I start working at Uno's on Monday. I also studied film and television. For the first four months of my post graduate life I thought I had made a mistake like I had let everybody down. I felt like I was the token loser of the family. These thoughts replayed in my head so much that I nearly exploded. After nearly falling to pieces I realized that wasn't the case. I had just decided to take a road that was unheard of in my family. Sorry if I don't want to go to law school or medical school. Sorry if I just wanna rock. Seriously though, I was just doing what I wanted to do. If that means going to London for a while, good. If that means going to LA and working at Bunim and Murray and watching the Real World all day, even better. If that means living in Madison and working at Uno's...you get the picture. I think I'm starting to ramble so I'll stop soon. Now is the time for some new experiences, to meet new people, etc. Now is not the time to start working 8-10 hours a day, five to six days a week. That's for old people. Though we are adults technically, we are not old. We're still kids. Thank you for your time and San Dimas High School football rules!!!

I got a job. Not a real one. One at Uno's. It's just something to pass the time. Come in and I'll seat you in a good section. I'm the host with the most.

A song I think you should download: Kind of Like Spitting- March 25, 1998. It's bombtaculous.

Small Brown Bike and The Larry Lawrence Arms are playing in Milwauke together in July. I'm there. Are you?

Somebody emailed me asking how it felt to be Shakira's cousin now that she's a diva to which I will now respond to...

It feels good. Though I co-wrote Whenever, Wherever, and Underneath Your Clothes with her and didn't get too much credit for it( though royalities have enabled me to do nothing since graduation) I still love her. I'm not looking for the spotlight like she is. I'm just looking to write good songs and help my family out as much as I can. As for her being a diva... she's always been a diva in our eyes and now she is in yours my friend.

Anyone got anymore questions...?

In honor of David Blaine's stunning performance tonight next week I will spend 36 hours in my bed. When the 36 hours are completed I will then roll off my bed and make the 2ft plunge of death. This, of course, will be broadcast on WYOU, Channel 4, live. Wish me luck. I've been training for this since I graduated. I slept till 4:15pm one day, but 36 hours... that's gonna be kinda tough.

Kind of Like Spitting is like kind of awesome.

Due to low funds contest#4 is postponed until further notice. That is unless you want to pay for my ticket..

Because of the cancellation of contest#4 I will make it up by starting something new. Since I am a complete moron when it comes to using computers I've been unable to provide links, fancy designs (sidenote: don't judge a blog by its cover) and most importantly I haven't been able to get rid of the thing on the bottom left of the blog that says "here's where you stick tidbits about yourself" or some crap like that. Newayz, if somebody can help me get rid of that, or completely redesign my blog I'll buy you a pack of cigarettes, or a beer, or I'll give you a hug, or all three. Also, if you want to know "tidbits" about me email me and I'll either respond to them on this shitty blog or make a section for them on my "new and improved" blog.

A couple things that you could ask are:
How do you feel being Shakira's cousin?
How does it feel to be really, really good looking?

What else do you want to know?

Evan Dando is coming to the Annex in two weeks. I'm like so there. Are you?

I need a fucking job! Hire me fuckers! Fuck! Hire me to be your friend. Hire me to be your enemy. Just hire me. Please.

It is now the beginning of summer here in Madison and it is also the start of my 4th summer in this lovely city. All the "bad," "evil," "crazy" people who have the potential of ruining my summer are now gone. Thank God.

The graduation parties were great. Especially the one at the Union which included lots of chicken wings, free alcohol, and a large game of Taboo with people who I didn't know, but who were very cool. Alot of you graduates may have complained about the weather this weekend. If you did, eat a big fat bowl of dicks cause I graduated on December 23rd. It was -10, snowing, and the night before Christmas.

Speaking of parties were I don't know anyone... I went to an afterbar last night where the lines of hetrosexuality/homosexuality were completely blurred. Guys grinding guys. Girls grinding girls. Guys who were grinding guys, then grinding girls. Needless to say, this straight, drunk, Colombian boy was very confused.

I saw Star Wars on Saturday. I wasn't too impressed. Why do they give the Emperor power so easily? I'm not a Star Wars geek, but they just handed him the power like it was no big deal. I don't get it.

As for my health I'm feeling alot better so I guess I won't have to pay the price. Thanks for all the get well cards.

All my roommates are gone this week with the exception of the new female roommate. I was told that she had supermodel looks by my roommates only to find out that she's not a supermodel. Jokes on me. She also has this freaky cat whose face is half white, half black. It looks the Phantom of the Opera. Freaky.

With that said I would like to start contest#4... Due to no roommates, and loneliness who wants to go to see "About a Boy" this week. Email me. Explain why you think I should go see this movie with you. You could write a sentence or two or a five page paper using Times font, double spaced, with a clear thesis and strong paragraphs.

I am ill. Send me get well cards. I had to go to the hospital yesterday because I was having severe chest pains. That's right, 23 and going to the hospital for chest pains. Not a good sign. I now have a pain in my upper abdomen which kills. It feels like somebody is pushing their fist into my stomach really hard. It also cuts my breathing for a few seconds. I'm falling apart.

In other news... it looks like I have a job at the White Horse. Duck Barglin and I are going to rip that place apart.

In unrelated news...our new female roommate moves in tomorrow.

In music news... I will now review the new Get Up Kids:

A Manic Hispanic album review(#1) -The Get Up Kids - On A Wire(Vagrant Records)
If you like the Gin Blossoms you'll really like this album.

Wow! Not only did I get linked, but I got a shout out. I also got called mysterious (Sidenote: There are about 9 hispanics on this campus, 2 of which are Colombian and only one who likes the Popes. With that said, I'm not much of a mystery man). Thank you Ms. This Way to Crazy. That was very nice of you.

I wonder if people who I've referred to as b*#@!es or evil or psycho will now read this due to my new found popularity.Ladies, if you are reading this I apologize for the strong words.

i just got the new Weezer and new Get Up Kids. TGUK sounds a little weak after a first listen. The new Weezer sounds better than the Green Album.

I went on a pretty big job search yesterday and if all goes well I'll be checking i.d's at Paul's Club and selling cd's during the day. Working at Paul's Club will be like Christmas.

Oh am I a sad little Colombian boy this morning. Last night was good, but extremely sad for me. Usually when I break up with a girl it's because I can't stand them anymore, but with this one it was different. I still truly care about her immensly. It's also hard cause I've never had anybody "move away". What can you do though? I'm sure we will run into each other in the future, but I don't think I'll be seeing her too much after last night. Referring to her as the bitch who ruined my life is mean, and a joke so people don't take it seriously. She's not a bitch. The Devil, bitch. The Unholy Spirit, a very nice, but young confused girl.

So I think I want to go live in London for awhile. Who's coming with me? I hope to be there in September. I don't know a single soul in London so it will be a very fresh start and a pretty ballsy move.

I had a cigarette last night. Sorry. What can I do? I spent 5 hours with my ex-girlfriend who is moving away. I don't know what screams cigarette louder than that.

I will now proceed to smoke the dosh, listen to sappy songs and then watch "Beautiful Girls"

Good sad songs to listen to: All Else Failed-Kind of Like Spitting
Pretty Pathetic-Smoking Popes
Whenever, wherever- Shakira
Kidding about the last one. She is my cousin though.

There was an error on my last post...I will be going out with The Unholy Spirit tonight, not The AntiChrist. But since they are both part of my axis of evil, they both(along with the devil) can be referred to as "THE BITCH WHO RUINED MY LIFE!!!"

Sorry for the confusion.

Oh God, there's a soccer game on TV! Got to go, got to go!!!

The Weary Traveler did me in again last night. Two Saturdays in a row. Way to go me. Way to go Weary Traveler. I was the only guy in the place with a mohawk amongst all those hippies. I wish Ozzy would have let me borrow his shirt. The sad thing about last night was that I was at the bar for most of my night by myself. Though the bartender is a close and dear friend I still was by myself which made conversations interesting:

Conversations had last night: One about who knows what with a 34 year old hippie.
One very intellectual and stimulating conversation with some dood about GNFUCKINR. This guy was telling me how he loved Pink Floyd and I was all like "there okay if you're on acid or something" and then he pulls the ace of spades and drops the "yeah I like Floyd, but my favorite band ever is Gun n Roses" Of course, I start blushing right away and admit that I was thinking about naming my first son Axl and that I'm planning my life around making it to Leeds this summer on the basis that Axl and Co. will be rocking the town like a motley crouton. What a convo. What a convo. Did I just say what a convo. I'm still drunk. Sorry.

So pathetic little me broke down and made contact with the AntiChrist(aka, "The bitch that ruined my life!") this week. I learned that she is transferring to North Carolina and upon hearing that I realized that if I don't see her this week I'll probably not see her for a long time so I emailed her politely and asked if she wanted to grab a drink or nine, and she replied. So tonight I gets to have a drink with her and say goodbye. Sad, but good. I feel like a huge weight will be lifted off my shoulders. Not only will she be gone and out my life, but her female presence will be automatically replaced with another female... The female subleater(SP). Not only will I have a female living with me this summer, but she will be left in my care and my care only for a good week. Nobody but me and her. Before she committed to living here she asked Graduated Wayne if we would have a beer with her if she lived here. A beer... Silly little girl. Oh, does she have any idea what she's in for. I can't wait.

I've quit smoking. Cigarettes. I'm going on 42 hours strong. Strong.

The AntiChrist also informed me that my email account sucks and that it was giving her trouble. So if you're emailing, which you probably are not but just in case, keep on emailing me and eventually I'll get it.

Ohter than that I don't think I have anything good to say. Wish me luck tonight. Over and out.

In the words of Stifflerdick, the crack weed is back. Oh yes my friends, it is, it really is. "The White Russian." Oh yes, it is. I remember way back when I was a small child and I had just been recently "dumped" by the Unholy Spirit (sidenote: my ex-girlfriend has now become the Unholy Spirit. Also, she now part of my axis of evil along with a couple other girls like The Devil, and The AntiChrist. Ladies, if your reading this, I'm sorry)On another sidenote, muthafucking blogga just ate my biggest post ever. I will now try and re-create my last attempt at blogging..... and then The White Russian enterend my life. It was the best rebound ever. This month my relationship with the WR will blossom into love or marriage.

How about some music talk: Puddle of Mudd...How about Puddle of Shitt
Now I probably saw the worst thing ever on MTV last night. It was a video with the guy from Nickelback and the guy from Saliva doing a song for the Spiderman soundtrack.
Who was the A&R genius behind that puddle of shitt. Seriously, this song is probably on repeat in Hell. Speaking of which, what song do you think repeats in Hell? Could this be contest#3? You tell me. Only one person has ever answered to my contests which leads me to believe that a) no one ever reads this blog b) no one likes my contest c) you like my contest but you are either too lazy or too embarrassed to be the only one to respond(No worries though. There's nothing to be afraid of) or d) you don't like hispanics and you're just racist son of a bitch.

How about some tv talk: I got cable back. Not only did we get our cable back, but I have cable in my room. Superb. Truly superb. Lets hear it for the cast of Real World 11 for sucking out the feeling and emotion out of the most tragic event in recent time. That cast is a Puddle of Shitt. I wish their heads were soccer balls and I was taking penalty kicks all day. Especially Aneesa's head. I've had problems with cast members in the past, but never a whole cast. Wait, I watch too much tv. Sorry.

How about some film: About a Boy comes out next week. I wonder how my favorite book will play out on screen. Hugh, you better do me good. Speaking of Hugh, I saw Notting Hill on tv the other night and I must say Julia Roberts was a total skeezer in that movie. And Hugh, I'm sorry to say that your ass got skeezed in that movie. What a sucker.

How about some book: Other than About a Boy, my favorite book ever is A Heart Breaking Work of Staggering a Genius. Ever since I read AHBWOSG I haven't been able to read anything for more than 50 pages cause nothing seems to satisfy me like David Eggers life did. Any suggestions for books?

How about some hair talk: I have a mohawk right now. I really do. I was only going to keep it for a couple hours, but I like it so much I'm going to keep it for a little longer.

Lastly, I would like to inform my readers, or reader, or myself that I will be handing out final grades tomorrow(Friday) for the first semester of the rest of my life. I'm shooting for above a 2.0, but I might on probahtion after this semester. Tune in and see. Cheers

Fuck Mifflin St. The Pinckney St. block party yesterday was off the porch. Though at it's peak there was about 10 people it was still off the pizporch. The real Pinckney St. block party will take place over the 4th of July. Mark your calendar cause you're all invited.

I'm still jobless, lonely, and hungry. Thank goodness that it's sunny out so I can go take a walk and stare at the spring chicken. Spring Chicken! Not only am I jobless, lonely, and hungry, but I am also without cable. I think that's where the loneliness comes in. Mr. Cableman please reconnect my cable. Please. I better have it tomorrow night for the big finale of The Osbournes. There will be a pre and post party at this house to celebrate such an event. And I will only be spinning the Randy Rhoades Tribute Album.

I will now proceed to go to Walgreens, eat Cuban cuisine at Guantanamera and then try to find the new Punk Planet. But I don't want to walk to the bookstore. Does Ear Wax have it? Anybody? Bueller?

Also, if anybody wants to be in a band this summer here in Madison, WI. Drop me an email. You don't have to be good at your instrument, we won't be good collectively either, but we will be the best.