Puerto Rican Suave

so this weekend here is the yearly puerto rican fest, and it's in my neighborhood because i live in the puerto rican district, in this latitude bordered by western and california ave. there's a fair very close to my house, which is cool but kind of a bummer due to how crazy people around all of this. i was told white people got fucked with a lot here, especially at night, but after asking around it seems that hispanic people get messed with a lot more because of the specific racial rivalry in my area. hence, i think i will try to steer clear of the festivities, as i work anyways this weekend and am busy with other events, not to mention house/dog/cat-sitting for friends of mine.

i still went running today, and ended up going only about 3.5 miles then walking the rest of the way home. i was listening to that new a-trak mix, but wasn't feeling it, so switched to grizzly bear and walking, which worked better. i run in shorter shorts, and no sleeves, which makes me stand out quite a bit in this neighborhood. i've gotten snide comments, but they always seem lighthearted so i haven't worried much. i need to keep running; it seems that i've become more addicted to running than i am caffeine or alcohol these days. weird. i'm very tired, and as you can tell this blog is mostly informational, and i only wrote it to post something on here because i've been neglecting it more as of recent. i'm not going to proofread it, which i usually do. it's funny how something can be so important in your life, and then it can get neglected so easily with just a small change of perspective or mood. this is not insightful.