Ka-Boom Pride

You don't get more American than the Fourth of July and the celebrations that it brings.

The last two years, I've usually spent the Fourth at a house in Cedar Hill house-sitting for a friend. She moved away in early June back to Canada, so now I'm home for the first time for the Fourth in two years.

North to Denton: A PhotoJournal - Part One

Let's start this post off right. The frick is Denton at?

It's 40 miles north of the Dallas/Fort Worth metro area. Right at the border between metropolitan and rural North Texas.

Evil! EVIL! (An ESF Audio Post)

You may think that, but I couldn't possibly comment.

By Eddie Urquhart

Two years ago, I posted this thing called Art from Facebook. It was something meant to get all the stuff I uploaded to Facebook to my blog, which was just a month old at the time.

UP XX

Well call me HoJoKo's uncle!

From Houston, With Love

As we all know, yesterday was the public ceremony of President Obama taking the oath of office of the President of the United States. A private ceremony (broadcast on television) was held on Sunday, the 20th. I remember the ceremonies back 2009, standing the orchestra classroom in my high school, watching on the fuzzy picture on the television screen. It was a cold January day.

Good Times & The Five-Month Itch

This is sort of a nice/bitchy post. Just telling you now.

The last time Mr. Rodriguez was the subject of a post was back on December 9th.
And a little over a month later, here he is again.

Favorites of 2012!

Since this has been the first "full" year of the blog, meaning that I've posted during all twelve months, and since there's so many, I've decided to list my favorite posts from 2012. A slideshow if you will.

Driving Mr. Rodriguez

I don't even know how this dream happened.
I haven't thought about Mr. Rodriguez since I messaged him the day before Thanksgiving.
My mind is a vault of delicate memories and insight.
$15.99 a minute.

The Asian Mr. Rodriguez

This entry is probably the most weird I've been towards Mr. Rodriguez, unless you count that one about the kiss and stuff. Try and find it. Hint: It's in the title!

Nice Versa, Mr. Rodriguez

I have a new job. Babysitter. Depending on who you are, you either like it, hate it, or are neutral about it. Depending if I slept the night before, I can be either of the three. 

My Nigga Jesus

This post is Rated 12+ with L and O for use of slang and religious view for coarse language

This summer has been more eventful than last. A lot more. Not "Hey-Mr.-Rodriguez-came-to-visit" way, more in a "Hey-Look-Froyo!" way. Speaking of froyo...

¡Hola y Adiós, Señor Rodriguez!

¡Hola! Sr. Rodriguez. I've been thinking about him lately. In a most innocent way, of course. I remember a time in which I didn't like him. I found him conceited and annoying. That little booger was the vain of my existence. That was when in middle school, however. I remember him and I getting into an argument sitting at the same table at lunch. Those were the days.

Sure Am Gonna Miss You

"It's over" I muttered to myself. The caps flew and the arms hugged. Thirteen years of hard work was now behind me and I have so much to look forward.

A two weeks later...

I was lying in bed, watching "Monk." The series has come to end. During the last few minutes of the episode, we see a montage of the past seven years. A Randy Newman song is playing over the video. It gets to me a little while I stare the television in front of me. I snort.

Scott Houston Eduardo Martinez Rodriguez Sigala

This entry is part of the 
One Year Anniversary celebration
of the Eddie Sigala Foundation

I always joke about my school's pregnancy rate. Last year (and at the beginning of this last one), I noticed a few girls walking around with these large bellies protruding from their small frames. Seriously. These girls, who aren't any taller than 5'2 and weigh no more than 115 lbs. are having babies and their bodies can barely handle it. But I digress...

In March, we began to learn about child abuse. And then development. And then babies. That section began with the birth process (poor Janice!) and then taking care of the baby. Then came buying the items necessary. We we're given a list and we needed to find out the prices for the items. I didn't finish my list, but 3/4 of the way down, my total was $1435. As I told my development teacher, "This is good birth control for everyone."

The Looks

Something I always try to do secretly is look at others. Not in a "Hey, they're naked!" sort of way... well, probably in that way, although the person isn't naked (sometimes). As I mentioned in a TA post on Tuesday, the upperclassmen are rounded into the school's coliseum while the underclassmen do state-mandated testing.

The Golden Rule (for Friends)

Monday afternoon, while limping to meet my ride after school, I ran into a good friend of mine, who I politely-call "Jewfro" outside near the bus lane. We began to talk and I immediately saw Mr. Rodriguez (the leg guy) walking across the lane, so I asked Jewfro to turn around and yell out his name*.

"[RODRIGUEZ]!" he yelled.

Nice legs (Mr. Rodriguez), Short Shorts, and Pancakes

For about the last three weeks, my choir director had been advertising a volunteering opportunity for us choir kids where we would help out at a charity fun run held at a lake near where I live. In our choir class (one of seven), about 1/2 of the kids agreed to go, and today was go time.

"5th Period, Mr. Rodriguez!" (What I Learned Today... Three Two)

After lunch (and before sixth), I was walking to a bathroom when I passed one of the AP classes (where the top 45 students happen to be in) and as I walked by, I saw a brown head.* I kept going, thinking nothing of it, but I looked at my watch (it read 12:54), so I figured, "I'll go back and see where it leads."

For Mr. Rodriguez...

I was in the shower this afternoon and while I was shampooing, I heard Katy Perry's "Hot 'n' Cold" come on. Instantly, Mr. Rodriguez came to mind and reminded me when I heard him sing "Hot 'n' Cold" back in January 2009. So now, Mr. Rodriguez, I hope you read this.

XOXO,

Eddie.

Let's hangout and sing Katy Perry karaoke, Mr. Rodriguez. Bring the girlfriend along too... so we can fight to the death for you.*

- Eddie

Rated "E" with "V" for video content some might find inappropriate.

* Just like how we Americans fight for our "freedom" overseas.

It's Not Love Until Mr. Rodriguez Kisses Us (The Red Baron - Pt. 3)

This week, unfortunately, there will be no Red Baron entry. If you'd like to read what happened during the week, look on the right side of my panel for the blog archive. The dates are September 18 through September 25. Happy reading! :D

And in case you're wondering... it isn't until that happens.