Gomen nasai, no spreche espanol!

In response to http://news.aol.com/story/_a/spanish-becoming-language-of-miami/20080529072009990001

English is not the official language of the United States - but it is the main language people use to communicate. If I wanted to go to France and communicate with another foreigner in France, what would i speak? French! I don't expect to go to Japan and have others bow to my whims. It seems unfair that our society only caters to one other language.
Where i live, it's becoming increasingly popular to also speak Thai as well as Spanish - which i think is great! There are a lot of older Asian people in my community, and for Asians English is a REALLY hard language to learn (the grammar is different; pronouns, plurals, and...well, mostly EVERYTHING in English seems completely backward to them). But Spanish is a Romance language, meaning it has roots in Roman and Latin. So does French, Italian, and most other European languages. Romantic-to-English adaptation is by far easier than Asiatic-to-English. English is an amalgamation of Roman and Germanic languages, which is also generous enough to include many loan words from other countries, such as Japanese, Russian, and many Native American languages. Just add some more African loan words, maybe a shade more Asiatic words, and we could have a really nice UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE (not like freakin' Esperanto, which is Roman-based. A chair is not FEMALE, for crap's sake! Giving it that sort of identity is pointless and stupid). That we cater to one single language is actually redundant BECAUSE English is such a good amalgamation of many languages. Really, it shouldn't even be called "English" due to the simple fact that it's changed so much since it was borrowed from the British.
The purpose of English is to use it everywhere here so we all can understand each other, not to establish some sort of cultural identity. If THAT was the case, we'd be speaking "American," people immigrating from Mexico would speak "Mexican," and so on. In Europe, there are so many German dialects that many of them are considered separate languages, yet all Germans understand the "main" form of German in order to communicate. That is what English is - or should be - to us.
So, here's a proposition: Use Spanish. But while using Spanish, use ALL IMMIGRANT LANGUAGES - Portugese, Russian, Japanese, Swahili - everything. Write official government papers, forms, etc. in all languages, not JUST Spanish. Or have everyone use English, understanding it is NOT a cultural identity but just as the only language we possess to communicate with others.
As a final note: That most Americans only know and understand one language - English - is sort of silly. Metaphorically, it's like living on a bridge rather than using it for crossing. I enthusiastically propose that everyone should learn at least one other language in their lifetime - be it Spanish or anything else. Many Europeans know multiple languages due to the proximity of the countries, which to them is quite helpful. For Americans, this may not be a necessity, but learning a new language is certainly a worldly learning experience. To know another's language is to better understand them.
That's a good lesson for Spanish-speaking people as well as English-speaking Americans.

Lisa is getting her surgery today. In fact, she just left a few minutes ago. I should be asleep, but i think i am nervous for her. Despite how she was acting the last few days, she seemed to be totally fine with it today. I am not really worried that the surgery won't go well; i'm eager to see how she will recover. I really hope she takes my advice and stays away from work for a while. We may need money, but she doesn't have to hurt herself in order to get it. That is just foolish desperation.

There...is a cricket behind the couch. It is noisy, and i'm not sure the cats know what it is.

Also, something is beeping. Like a smoke-alarm-low-on-batteries beep. And yet there is no smoke alarm in sight! Creepy. The beep is provoking the cricket. Soon the bird will join in. I have a feeling i won't sleep well today.

As a special treat, i am posting two pictures. They are character designs i'm playing with for a new fanfic i might eventually write someday. A conglomeration of FFVII and Green Day. Alternate Universe, of course, which i hate but am willing to write anyway.

The gaki on the left, naturally, is Cloud in disguise. The beauty on the right, of course, is Sephiroth, also in disguise.

That is all the information i will give out for now. I think i'm going to go to bed.

3, 2, 1 PARTY

Got a job today after three months of searching. I learned a lot about jobs in the past 3 months, too. Specifically, the interview is the most important part of the job, but getting there isn't exactly a miracle. See, anyone will give you an interview - Sprint, Dell, etc. - but it takes experience to win an interview.

The first thing i learned is that you never try to brown-nose, even if it's true. I tried that with Dell, and all i got was that constipated look on the interviewers' faces. Once you've reached that look, where their eyes squinch up and they shift forward in their seats, as if bloated with painful and nauseating gas, and they don't want to sit in the same damn room with you any more - that is when you know you've failed the interview. Game over! You are teh looze!

Second, don't badmouth anyone else. Aside from being good manners in general, it doesn't really impress people when you tell them that their grammar test on their computer had two incorrect answers or that the security guard at the front door is a freakin' idiot - true as it may be. Especially do not badmouth your past coworkers and bosses. I never did this, mostly because it is a stupid idea to even attempt.

So the job. Yes, the job. I don't really want to work in a call center, but if it rakes in more money, i figure i can put my sanity on the line. I don't mind that much. I was hoping to opt out in training, but considering it's already taken me this long to land the damn thing, i don't think i have much hope in finding another career in 6 weeks.

The man that interviewed me was very nice, a welcome change from the other job interviews. He was a nerd - that goes without saying - but i am also of the nerd variety. Yes, i did the suck-up skit. Yes, i had to say why i was leaving this job. I'd like to believe that my resume did the trick, but i can't honestly say that. Really, i don't know why i was hired. Could it really be that they were desperate enough?

Tomorrow i must pee in a cup for the second time in my life.

Addendum:
Lisa got her art supplies today. It took 30 minutes to drive to a place that was 2 minutes away. I'm not sure how that happened.

Also, she taught me some stuff about shading, carbon density, and physics. Luckily, i know art utilizes way too much math for me to handle; thus the writing career.

She has had a bad day. Her boss was sick and would not go home; she had to scurry everywhere on her injured leg; and she didn't even eat her Gold'n Cheez. That's how you tell it's a bad day, really. But she did some awesome art. Even though it was a mandatory subject, i know she enjoyed drawing that skeleton. I told her she should make the next skeleton picture into a lusting pose, but the teacher says they have to draw what they see. Well, if you see it mentally, it's still considered seeing, right?

She is a better artist than i am. But i am a better writer than she is.

Well, maybe not better. But faster.

-sniff sniff- Ahh, that new blog smell...

Well, not really new.

It's nostalgic because
You've been here before,
So give one final pause
To dream of the future,
To reflect on the past

As the song goes. This is kind of odd for me because i haven't had a really good time blogging in the past, especially with this site. But, until i get up enough guts to go on Helium.com, I'll have to hang out here.

Geez, who even reads blogs nowadays anyway? They say that blogging is integral for a writer - that is, as a source of writing/editing examples and opinions - but who actually cares to read what the hell some dope a nation away has to brag about? The only people i know who read my other blog were my friends, and that was only when i said something about them specifically. So if you are out there and stumble across this poor, pathetic excuse for a writingpiece, please let me know what exactly brought you here and kept you for the 1:45 you have just spent reading this entry.

Oh. If you're still here, i will try to update this regularly. I will certainly try to include pictures of things i've drawn; pieces of things i've written, both past and present; and the usual historical day-to-day life of someone just as boring and unlikely as anyone else.