it's that easy
Simplicity provides a fine line between eloquence and plainess. ~ Brown SugarI am exhausted. I had a very long day today. It also didn't help that I didn't go to bed until 1am and woke up at 6:45. I was at school until 2pm. As loud as my bed was calling my name, i disregarded all need to take a nap and headed to best buyyy (supposedly i pronounce it that way) for the new Incubus album. It's not a trip without a detour, so I hit the mall first. I returned a jacket and a pair of pants at american eagle, and got some faded gray jeans instead. Stopped by Pac*Sun and i got myself a desperately needed new purse. It's a cute brown cordoroy Roxy purse, and there's no purse without a matching wallet and so i got a new wallet too. I am shop-a-holic, i know.
Got home and began to write my comic spirit paper, but i am easily distracted and watched the jamie foxx stand-up instead. Next thing i know, i'm at fuckrudders eating soup with Iris, Michelle, and Melanie. I was pretty hyper, but i am glad i tagged along. Now it's 11:30 and i'm done with my paper and i'm off to bed. Life is good.
My Favorite Comedian by yours truly
What do you get when Mexican parents name their American-born son Habib? You get my brother. The abnormality of giving my brother an Arabic name is not only hysterical, but also one of the main components of his character today. Another factor adding to his sense of humor is that he comes from a family of seven. In a nutshell, Habib is rolling-on-the-floor-side-cramping-can't-breathe-hilariously-funny. He's also my favorite comedian.
Jose and Virginia gave birth to their second and last son on August 14, 1981. In what they call their extensive cultural world enlightenment, they named this child Habib Zared Huerta. I call it "my parents being on crack." Crack or not, Habib was thought to be the doomed child because not only was he named Habib, but his middle name wasn't any better. The meaning behind his full name is "the beloved orchard and founder of Christianity." Not being able to rely on a good name or good looks, my brother turned to his humor and sarcasm to take the world on one person at a time.
Early in childhood, Habib learned to utilize his name as a joke. Wrapping a towel around his head to resemble a turban and asking if anybody wanted a Slurpee from 7eleven was the way he introduced himself to people. It is possible that Habib obtained his comical approach in life as a way to shield himself, particularly his feelings, from judgment of others. But that is the tip of the iceberg. The ability to make people laugh boosted his ego, and from what he tells me, it is the best feeling in the world. Realizing the effect of his humor on others, Habib loved to bring a smile to people's faces. It was his name that made it easier to open the doors of laughter to everyone, and if his name was Tony, I'm 100% positive those doors would be closed today.
The name Habib brings a chuckle to anyone, but what made Habib so entertaining is his background. Habib isn't the only one who got the crappy end of the stick. There is also Cynthia who had the normal name, Tyre (pronounced Tyra, but often mispronounced Tire), Ramsses (also known as 'Rams-ass'), and me. Basically, most of these are names that are never thought to be given to Mexican-American children. Until this day, my parents swear up and down they never did drugs in the 70's or 80's, but I beg to differ. With names like these, it's hard not to crack a few jokes about one another. Instead of keeping the jokes within the family, Habib used not only our names, but our daily lives as his attention-getter for his stand-up in front of his classroom, friends, or anyone who would listen.
Habib means 'the beloved one.' In complete honesty, my brother encapsulates the meaning of the word. He is not only loved by his family, but with such a keen sense of humor, he is adored by many others. As much as Habib wanted to change his name to Robert, and as many times he wished he had a so-called "normal" family, I know he would never alter anything in his life except maybe the time I closed the car door on his head.
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