Brain Vomit

My brain moves so fast that my body can't keep up. Even now I'm unsure of what to write. I tend to think 3 or 4 sentences ahead, making it impossible to keep my mind focused on the task at hand. As I write this I am: listening to the Marlin's game on TV, following an ESPN GameCast of the Heat game, talking to people on Facebook, and trying to figure out what I'm gonna do tonight. It gets noisy in there, man. I get caught up in my inane bullshit and stare into space; as if somehow that's gonna help me solve all the world's problems. I guess that's why I'm doing this. I'm trying to clear the noise. Writing things out helps keeps things in perspective and writing has always been a passion of mine. Not everything is gonna be like this. This isn't gonna be one of those blogs where you sit and read about some emotional little fuck who hates his life. I wouldn't want to read that shit; why would you? Instead this is gonna be a blog about my interests which include: sports (obviously), music (but then again who doesn't love music), politics (no preaching, you have my word), movies, and too many other things to list.

My name is Daniel Jose Hidalgo and I was born in Miami, Florida to parents Rolando and Consuelo. If those names aren't a dead giveaway, I am a Hispanic male. My father was born in Costa Rica and my mother is an American of Cuban descent. I have a Deaf older sister so that makes me fluent in three languages: English, Spanish, and American Sign Language.

I listen to ANYTHING and EVERYTHING as long as it's good music. I can appreciate a good folk song just the same as I can appreciate Kanye (though don't get me started on him, that guy is a douchebag). My favorite band is The Beatles (no shit) and I need to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers before I die. My favorite rapper is Biggie and my favorite guitarist is Carlos Santana. I have an unhealthy obsession with Robert Allen Zimmerman aka Bob Dylan. Dylan is God. I write songs as a hobby. Recently, I've been getting into writing hip-hop verses and choruses. Don't ask why. I just am. You'll see that my brain works in very peculiar ways.

I'm a registered Democrat but that doesn't mean I agree with party rhetoric. I'd register Independent if I were honest with myself, but I've always found registering Independent pointless since you can't vote in primaries. Registering Democrat was the lesser of two evils for me. I think Obama has been disappointing. Don't run a campaign on "hope" and "change" if you're gonna give us more of the same. His presidency has been disingenuous at best.

I am the biggest sports fan that you can ever hope to meet. My favorite sport is a toss-up between the two footballs. I'm a homer. I live and die with my Dolphins and my Heat. One of my first clear memories of anything is of Edgar Renteria hitting a line-drive single up the middle to drive in Craig Counsell for the winning run of the 1997 World Series. I bleed blanco, azul, y rojo (the colors of the Costa Rican flag) and FC Barcelona is the team of Gods. Lionel Messi is allowed to procreate with my future wife. She has my permission. I spend more time watching ESPN than almost any other channel combined. I'm one of those stat geeks that memorize everything. I know that Bill Russell played for the University of San Fransisco and I can name the starting lineup for every team in the NBA. It's like dat son. If you don't like listening to people rant about sports, this is not the blog for you.

I consider myself moderately intelligent even though I've made a very many idiotic mistakes in my life. Substance abuse and overall apathy have effectively crippled my academic and vocational situations, but I'm trying to get back on my feet. I SUCK WITH WOMEN. I get attached too easily and once I attach myself, it's nearly impossible to unattach me. I mean well, I just have these obsessive compulsive tendencies that are hard to control. I guess I've always felt like I've needed a girl by my side to validate me to myself, which seems completely retarded. I mess up relationships by being a whiny little cunt who doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. I'm working on that. Some things are better left in my head; left unsaid.

My father recently told me something that was very true. He said, "Before anyone can fall in love with you, you must fall in love with yourself." That's my prime objective right now. Do me. Some days are more difficult than others. Some days I feel like singing and dancing and writing poems. Some days I feel like locking myself in my room and disappearing off the face of the Earth. The goal is to even out the highs and the lows; to get myself to a place where I act more rationally. Not let the small stuff get me down. Not let the good stuff go to my head. Learn to live life on life's terms and all that good shit.

I'm done for now, but I'll be back. You guys will be hearing more from me soon.