Sunday, May 27, 2001

Voodoo La Puta

Okay, itīs been awhile since I wrote you all last, and I have to ask you to forgive the Blogspot. That little heifer has been out of service for the last few days, and I wasnīt about to go back to the ghetto ass place I went to blog last time...anyways.


So much has happened in the last few days. Remember I told you that I met this girl who shall be deemed "Bates" because sheīs kinda psycho, who was totally lost? Well, we hung out together the other day, and I came about two inches from a bitchslap with her. Basically she wanted to do this and that, and then got all whiny, so I had to break her off and said, " Yo chick, I gotta bail." This was before she asked me to hold on to her purse, her bag, etc. while she tried on shit, like Iīm her boyfriend. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeatch. Anyway, I left without her today because we were supposed to hang out, but i donīt want to if I have to listen to her shit for another day.

So off we go onto a trip to another world. Iīm not going to go in order because, damn, itīs freakinīhot and Iīm freakinī tired.

Sagrada Familia What an awesome site. Itīs a church in progress, well, because dude got hit by a train. Okay, laugh now, but check out the website for some cool pics. I wound up seeing a few of this architectīs designs, and Iīm totally in love with his style. Peep this homieīs page...Itīs pic intensive, so you 2400 bauders can go get your laundry done while youīre waiting for it to load. I cannot tell you enough about the sheer beauty of this building. Itīs breathtaking, and Bates just keep whining about how sheīs afraid of churches that I had to leave there just to get her ass to shut the fuck up. I will definitely come back to visit when this place is done. One of the main features of the building itself, in my eyes, is that there are words that are put in mosaics around the church. holy words, mind you. But itīs crazy looking, and that alone makes you want to stare at it for hours. Bates kept asking me why I was taking so many pictures. Bitch!

The Barcelona Cathedral. Since Iīm Catholic (believe it or not), I love to go visit churches. This church is a nice, really old school church that has so many features to it. I liked the choir pews, as well as the Black Madonna who, you guessed it, is holding the Black Jesus. Oh yah, brotha Jesus in the heezy. He was sitting on her lap, with two fingers up for a peace sign. Or was that WESSSSSSTSSSIIIIIDE?

Museu Pîcasso Iīm not going to lie, this place just didnīt do it for me. Okay, Iīm mad, I just got busted there for taking out my camera. I didnīt even want to take a picture of the pictures, but I wanted to snap a picture of the people who were staring at the picture. Great. Í got totally lost on the way there, just the first of my Ļ"Oh shit, Iīm lost" moments.

The other Arc de Triomf. The other one is better. NEXT!

La Rambla Okay you Babies, youīve been to Market Street in San Francisco. Lots of shit to look at, some interesting, some not so interesting. A place you want to watch out for your personal belongings and your safety after certain hours. Well, La Rambla is JUST LIKE FREAKINīMARKET STREET. Iīll keep it short, since thereīs not too much to write about, but there are lots of neato things, like tons of people who are those silver painted statue thingies and theyīll do shit if you give ém a penny, bird sellers, artists, and basically the same shit you see in every major city. Thereīs even a SEX shop for those who canīt get any and need special videos. Nothing serious, just lots of funkiness.

Fundaciōn Joan Miró. Well well well, what a wonderful place. I liked it a lot, there are lots of paintings that are just beautiful there. Thereīs also a display there that has the sound of thunder, and you see these two squishy things and teeth. Itīs a movie...And then you notice that there are two sets of teeth! And then you notice that THERE ARE TWO PEOPLE SMASHINīTONGUES! Holy sniky, what kinda town is this.

The Palau Nacional. Ooh, itīs such a nice building. I like the view. Inside is a thing on Catalunyan art. Lots of religious stuff, and tons of Jesus with the peace sign (or westside for life). I walked to the entrance to the park, but there was a car show. Ooh boy, not that kind of car show with the booty cutters, you Voodoo Booty Freaks. But a regular one, just like the one at home. So I had to walk all the way around the damn thing, which is freakinīFAR but I met a nice man from Montreal who I spoke to the whole time in French. Go figure.

The Casa Mila. Bates called this the Clown House. I loved this house, I went to visit it and enjoyed it so much I took tons of pictures. It makes you think of the Winchester Mystery house with all of itīs curvy lines and fluid environment, but you know that he built it because he wanted to, not because some psychic told his ass to do it.

The Casa Battlo This is a purty house, just down the street from the Casa Mila. There are always tons of people taking pictures in front of it. Itīs an actual house thatīs used by people, so imagine tons of people taking pics in front of YOUR house. Annoying, but shit, I took pics anyway.

Why Voodoo Wears a Wedding Ring, Despite her Last Boyfriendīs Dismay that She Might Want to Get Married, but Nothing is Further from the Truth, Ruth. I was on the Metro this morning, and I braved the crowds and wore a skirt. An older man came up to me and told me in Spanish that he thought I was pretty. Okay, that happens to the Voodoo on a regular basis, I ainīt madatcha. So then he proceeds to ask me if Iīm married. Of course I donīt have a ring, so I donīt say that I am, but I tell him I have a boyfriend in the States. Thatīs a lie, by the way. Then he tells me that he wants to have dinner with me. And something about money. Iīm totally lost, and he keeps telling me how pretty I am, and then more about money. Then he flashes his cash at me. Nothing big, I figure I can knock him over and take it and run away, but Iīm in another country, so Iīm not going to trip. He then says something about Ļ" el amor". Now you know now, this homie wants to sample some Voodoo Lovinī for a fee. I told him clearly in spanish, No, I didnīt want that, Leave me alone, then he starts asking me if I know any girls who would. Ohhhhh shit. How funny is this mess. At least in France, the guys just wanted to marry me. Here, nigga wants to just get it on. Ahh.

And no I didnīt do it.

More to talk about later, but for now, Iīm going to jam and get some rest. Going to have a late dinner, I suppose, and just chill for the rest of the evening. Iīm still laughing inside about the dude with the money. Hope you are having fun with it too.

Ciao for now,
Voodoo

posted by Voodoo Child @ 7:08:00 AM