Party boy
Mood:  cool
So what it party boy's idea of taking it easy? changing the venue. Last night it was the Keys, then the good ol' staple IBTs, then Che's lounge. Yeah, it was real easy. The hardest part was walking back to the car at the end of the night. 'I think we're getting old' think Jamie and I to ourselves seperately. Oh fuck, you mean I can't get up earlier than 10 if I go out the night before? I guess its time to stop going out as much. Whatever shall the party boy do? Godforbid he make the complete jump and land both feet in the responsible adult zone. But what about the great shirt that he just bought and must show off? Sounds like someone needs to have a reprioritizing party. Its just no good doing it every weekend. You get nothing done if you sleep in until 2pm. I hate that feeling, slow, sluggish, mentally fuzzy, waking up in a barn next to a fuzzy animal having no idea how you got there. Ok, its a bit extreme, but maybe it needs to be sometimes to illustrate the point. Point is, party boy has trouble knowing when to stop. So are you a party boy too?

Saving the World, saving myself...
Mood:  incredulous
Topic: Tucson
Tonight was an awesome night. Let me go back a little further and say that today was an awesome day. It started with a phone call from my friend Jamie. I thought I was talking like a toad because I just woke up but as a matter of fact I was losing my voice. As soon as I went through hair & makeup, and stopped in at wardrobe I thought that today would be just another weekend that I pissed away doing nothing, but contrary, this Saturday was one of the most productive Saturdays that Ive had in a long time.
So here is the event rundown. I meet Jamie at his house and we go to Miss Saigon, then Its off to the movie theater to see "House of Flying Daggers", which was so cool by the way. We just happened to see some people we knew in the theater. I think it was a bit uncomfortable for some, but it was brief enough that it was over before long. Then we went back to Jamie's, house and it being such a nice day, took the scenic route to the circle K by the U of A rec center. There were many a bodacious bodies of both sexes to scope along the way. Then it was hang out and talk about nothing for the entire afternoon. It was so awesome to just sit there and drift in and out of conversation with someone without it seeming awkward. But there were many picture books to keep attention focused off the conversation. Now before you go thinking that we were looking at pure unadulterated porn, I'm going to call a safety and say that it was infact highly classified porn, disguised as pseudo-intellectual witty rambling found in Instinct and other gay magazine publications. Anyway, a little bit of bad news in the afternoon, I found out that the Hospice patient that I was assigned to passed away on Thursday and I was left uninformed. I got to talk to the caretaker/daughter though, and she was very appreciative and really happy to hear from me. I was knocked somber, so Jamie being the good friend, offered booze immediately. I might have been somber, but I didn't have to be sober, and Jamie knew it. After a while, we went to Brooklyn Pizza, home of the greatest slice and spot for people watching and trash talking. My crowning victory was splirting out in mid-conversation "oh my god, eat something, quick!" to a wafer thin bean pole that just walked through the door seconds before. I always knew I had it in me, and there it was clear as day. Proof that I too could be a bitch. We saw many a hot men, and some not so hot coming in and out. We were there for a good long while. We were in no apparent rush today. We wanted to do something non-routine so we decided to find Jamie a sex partner. We were willing to scrape the bottom of the bucket so we decided to go straight there, to the yard dog it was. On our way up the street I was going to suggest we make a pass through IBT's even though it was so early in the evening, but before we even got there, there was a young boy holding on to the street sign at the corner for his balance as we was stinking drunk. He was cute, but drunken twinkies aren't, weren't, and never will be my thing. We asked him if he needed help, but he kept talking about his friend Jason, who we were sure didn't exist at first. But sure enough Jason was real, and every bit as drunk as friend. At this point we were really concerned, concerned for their health and for their welfare. Jason was waiving around this debit card and blabbing out his pin number (8214) so I told him he should put it away. At one point we were going to walk away and ignore them like everyone else was doing. This is the saving the world part. Jamie said, if you are going to call, then give me your phone and I'll call. So I did, and he did, and I kept the two detained and distracted. I knew these cha-cha hips would come in good use someday. Anyway, the police arrived shortly after. Jamie's was mad because it took him getting transferred 5 times before he actually got to talk to someone about the whole thing. He was really in a seriously pissed mood immediately following, but I couldn't help but tell him what a great thing he had just done. He may have ruined their night, but hopefully he helped in teaching them a lesson. Hopefully their parents were called and notified about the whole underage drinking thing. Hopefully they will know better than to get toasted drunk and wander into the street in the future. And hopefully people will learn to take some responsibility for their environment whether its initially their business or not, because eventually those kids will be adults and not very responsible yet potentially more threatening and dangerous-to-society adults and then we as people will have no choice but to deal with them, only by then it will be much more difficult. Oh tonight we looked into the future and we changed a disaster before it happened. I think so highly of my friend Jamie tonight. I knew there was awesomeness inside him and tonight it shined like the north star. After that I couldn't tell him enough how I thought he just saved the world. I was honored to have him with me. He said no one likes calling the cops and that it made him feel old but that someone had to do it. I told him not to mistake age for responsibility. I told him that he should be proud. After that the rest of my night was devoted to ensuring that the rest of the night go in his favor, and for that I feel accomplished. We did start the bar hopping at yard day like we had planned, only know it was extra satisfying to be there because there were no youngens to be watched over, no quite the contrary. In fact there was nothing but older man, a cute doorman, and a sexy leather daddy that Jamie ended up giving his number to. After a couple drinks we were off to our next stop, Woodys. We got out of the car and immediately smelled foulness in the air. The atmosphere inside was equally foul so we turned around and went to the next stop on the Joe and Jamie circuit, Howl at the Moon. It was a little bit a country and a little bit a lame, so we stayed only long enough to distinguish which were hot cowboys and which were powerdykes with good stetsons. After that brief encounter we were off to Novembers bar and grill. At last I went to Novembers, it was a gay establishment, but something horribly twisted happened somewhere along the line and it was not so magically turned into either a straight bar or a super lesbian strip club. While we were there our nipples were twisted by one of the strippers with a little sweater and big thighs. Jamie got a spanking, but I refused mine. I was shocked, for one that Novembers had changed so drastically, but also because that bitch pinched my nipple. It didn't hurt, but it was just rude! So there it was 11:15pm, we had already accomplished so much. Jamie had already saved the world, found a leather daddy, and got spanked and pinched by a stripper. Maybe I'm crazy but I thought we were off to a great start. We decided to go to Venture and stir up some trouble. We didn't find much be we did find Kyle. Kyle is a nice guy and I was interested in him for about 2 seconds, but I think it was shallow, not him, the thought though. I don't think we could have anything substantial together. I actually feel bad thinking about it, but it only reminds me that people can be so opportunistic at times. Oh well, I cant blame them, I guess I'm the same way. Anyway, back to the night. We thought that it was sort of dead, but we decided to wait a bit and see what the night brought out. We ran into Mark Camacho, another one of Nathans Ex's. We talked, or should I say that I let him talk about whatever it is he rambles on about when I approach him. This time it was something about his credit union and taking out too much money and putting it back right away but hopefully in time to pay bills. Hey Mark, hope everything works out for you. So one of Kyles friends tried to ask me out but I wasn't feeling it. I didn't realize it till later, but I totally turned myself off so that Jamie could have the night. I thought so intently that the night should go to him for saving the world that I went around to everyone telling them about the heroic maneuver. We ran into a couple friendly faces and had a few drinks, the bartender was a bitch to Jamie so I left him no tip when I ordered. You fuck with my friends then your fuckin with me, bitch! So after that we went to our inevitably terminal clubbing destination, IBT's. It was different this time though, I wasn't there for me, which was really nice feeling. I was there with my friend who saved the world tonight, and I was there for emotional support. It was really a magical experience. So he has seen this guy around that he really likes and he wanted to invite him to the party that he is having next weekend but he doesn't like his friends who are always with him and was waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach him. I tried to run decoy but turning off for the night meant I couldn't use my super powers at all. So no such luck in the distraction department. But I did write Jamie's number down on a piece of paper so that he could give it to the guy he was after. It was sort of cute to see Jamie get all shy about a guy. Totally not typical Jamie, but cute. He eventually snapped out of it and just approached the guy. It was a beautiful thing. Afterwords all was good in the land of the gays. I was approached by a guy named Randy who asked me to come home with him, to which I politely declined. And I was so proud of me then because I was just complaining earlier that I lack the capability to say no most of the time and it doesn't help my self esteem. But not once but twice tonight did I decline offers, mostly because I wasn't in the nood, but also because I wanted to be direct yet friendly about it. After that I was spent. I told Jamie I wanted to leave, he said he was ready to, so then we went to circle K once more, both glowing with goodness. There was some cuties there, but I paid no mind as I was happy to see that Jamie was still in just as good a mood as he was this morning. We went back to his house, watched Ren & Stimpy and ended the night there. It really was an awesome day. I cant tell you how proud I am of Jamie and of myself. I guess we really helped each other tonight. We both got great companionship out of the day, and he got his wish. I got a sense of self, something I have been struggling with lately. Those people we ran into at the movie theater today, they were Nathan my ex-boyfriend, Sathya the plucky humor guy, and Nathans new friend Nathan. It was awkward yes, and shortly after sitting down next to them, I realized how badly I had just shot myself in the foot (or daggered myself in the back if we are going to draw parallels to the movie). I forgot that there would be an end to the movie, and a point where I would actually have to talk to Nathan and meet the other Nathan. But as much as I dreaded it, it happened and it wasn't that bad. He seemed like a nice guy and I didn't feel the urge to tear him to pieces. Actually after meeting him, I didn't feel an urge at all. I guess I was afraid of the unknown, but now nothing of the situation is unknown and I feel that I know all that I may need or want to know. Actually Jamie thought they looked cute together, which was strange, but he was still on my side, he said he was trying to avoid contact as much as possible too. We both tried to keep to ourselves after the movie ended but ended up talking to the rest of the group. He was trying his best to make sidestepping conversation, bless his huge heart, meanwhile I ran for cover in the bathroom thinking that if I stayed in there long enough that they all would just leave. I was a little offended that Nathan didn't even call me to ask if I wanted to go in the first place, but like my homepage says right now, change is a good thing, eventually. So I was proud of myself for taking that so well, it could have gone better, but it could have been a lot worse. Long story long, I guess what I have been afraid of since the appearance of the second Nathan in the picture is losing Nathan and having to face life on my own. But I realized today that even without Nathan I can get by just fine. I can communicate with people and help friends, I can have meaningful relationships and do things that matter and all this stuff. All this and more I felt like I could only do holding Nathans hand before. I know that I'm strange, I'm always going to be a bit of that no matter who I'm hanging onto, but the important question is, am I comfortable with myself as the stranger that I am? And after today, the answer to that is a profound YES! with friends like Jamie and Nathan, anything is possible.

I need a distraction like I need a hole in the head
Mood:  don't ask
My entire life is filled with distractions. So much so that I have forgotten the point. I remember smiling about something but I don't remember what it was. It was a really awesome smile though, it lasted for about 18 years. Then high school ended and I got distracted. Anyone who knows me will attest to the fact that I will follow the first shiny object to be thrown across my line of sight. I really had my work cut out for me when I exited the high school world and entered the real world. There are so many things to keep you from achieving any goal that you set that its next to impossible to get anywhere without being distracted constantly. Think I'm wrong? then why is it everyone chuckles when someone who uses some sort of PA system or paging device says "can you hear me now?" The point is we have gotten so well at incorporating this commercialized sense of being into our everyday lives that we have forgotten the value of family, the truth about Role models, and the real reason for being. We are all so super saturated with this commercial culture that its easy to get lost in it. I know that I am guilty of becoming lost in this fog of advertisement and distraction. Luckily I have a decent set of parents and some good friends that keep me in check. And if I ever expect to get to where I aspire to be, then I hope that the distraction process is reversible, because I will basically have to unplug from everything if I expect to get anywhere. I hope that everyone out there is not as easily distracted as me, otherwise we are doomed. OK, my show is back on, gotta run...

A sad month for all...
Mood:  sad
So it seems that I have really lost touch with what it was that kept me going so well in 2004. I don't know what it could be but it has really taken its toll on me. But before I go feeling bad about myself, I should take into consideration those less fortunate than me.
I have talked to a great many people since my escape from quarantine, and most only have nothing or negative things to say about January. And its not that I hate January's, usually they are delightful. But this one really seems to suck Huge goat balls, pardon my expression.
Maybe its the weather, maybe its the shortness of the day, maybe its the livelihood of people in general, but its gotta be something. I have my reasons for having a crappy month, but why is everyone else having such a bad month too? One can only begin to wonder.
Hopefully February will bring that little groundhog and his good blessing along with higher spirits for everyone. God knows we all need it. Yes lets pray that tomorrow will bring a brighter day. In fact, for me tomorrow brings Seleanas baby shower! I'm excited. I'm told that I'll be the only boy there, but its ok because I'm gay. I hope its not affirmative action at work. That would be strange, but that is definitely who I am. I'm the eternal stranger.
Anyway, there are only 2 days left of January and then we begin a new cycle. I say lets grin and bear it. I know we'll all pull through.

There is a balance to be found in life...
Mood:  lazy
...and I think I found it on Sunday. While Saturday seems like one of the most productive days that I've ever had, Sunday was the exact opposite. It was just like day and night. Honestly, Saturday night cut into Sunday day time so its easy to see where the mayhem begins. I slept in until about 2pm. I was suppos'da do a lot of stuff, but I guess somewhere between Saturday night and Sunday afternoon I contracted a major case of the supos'da's! Oh well, I chalk it up to the fact that I am still trying to adjust to life off of the couch. Its not an easy transition. I would not recommend going from 40+ hours of couch duty to 40+ hours of intense mental concentration augmented by standing on your feet all day without warming up first. But what the hell am I complaining about, I'm still a young whipper-snapper and I've got years ahead of me. I'm just gonna suck it up and keep on keepin' on!
And on a much more somber note, I'm really going to miss Johnny Carson! The whole late night world feels the loss of its founding patriarch. Much love to you Johny, may you laugh with the best of them now.

Eddie, Al and Frank, oh my...
Today was an awesome day. It started out with me meeting my brother at the gym, half an hour late. If anything, this morning definitely said welcome back to your hustle and bustle life. I called his house and the sister-in-law answered. It was almost like she was scolding me for being late. I tried calling one of his cell phones and she answered again. AAH! So at last I called the right number but I figured he didn't answer cause he was already working out. So I got my lazy but out of bed, there on some clothes and drove straight to the gym. If I lived close it wouldn't be a problem, but I don't. I live half an hour away from EVERYTHING. Yes, I'm nestled up nicely right against the San Xavier Mission, so commute time is always expected to be 20 minutes on top of a reasonable time. Let me just tell you, after 18 years of doing it, IT FUCKING BLOWS!! So, I got to the gym, got in a decent work out, then we went to Chipotle. For those for you who don't know, thats Spanish for McDonald's. That was good, though I had to fight for that over Viva Burrito. I like them both, but the real take home point was the location, right across the street from Ballys.
Then I had to haul ass all the way across town to the west end of the dust bowl to buy a book for a class that started a week ago. I was so broke ass from being sick that I couldn't afford it until I got money. So I get to West Campus and all I could think was 'find a bathroom NOW!' so I decided to find a bathroom. Then, as I went into the bookstore to find the book that I needed, I saw the last used book being taken off the shelf by a guy that obviously got there seconds before me. So That was sort of a bummer, but it could have been worse. To score some Karma points (I'm saving up to buy an RV one day) I donated a dollar to the Tsunami relief fund. It wasn't the very least I could do, but it was close to the bottom. As I left I recalled all the times that I had spent there at West Campus as an Art major in another lifetime. It was touching to see how everything felt so familiar, yet so distance. Oh sweet naustalgia....
Anyway, as I took my book and left I called my friend Selena, who I'm taking the class with, to find out if we had any homework that I should be working on. She said no but that she found a great suit for her Pharmacy school interview coming up in a couple weeks. We decided that we would get together tomorrow to study. She is so cool...
So the next destination was Jamie and Shamie' house. My extended family on the Res. I was going to get them to take them to the Girls Basketball game that the U. I had promised my brother that I would meet him and the baby there. He said he would be dressing her in her cheer leading uniform. Me being totally oblivious to everything, didn't fully consider what kind of people went to womens basketball, until Jamie and Shamie clarified for me. So according to them, womens basketball is a lesbian sport. And even if I didn't believe them, I saw enough mullets and studded black leather jackets to convince anybody. Parking was a bitch, but me and the girls had a blast, like we do with everything. During the game, where the U of A wildcats played the Oregon state Beavers (Not joking) my little niece slept through the first half of the game. I don't know how, it was loud and noisy, but the second half she totally made a slob of herself. She made her uncle proud today...sniff sniff... and so did the wildcats, who kept a 20 point lead the entire game.
After wards, I took the girls back home, we played so cards, then I went to go see my Hospice patient. I'm a volunteer so I am assigned a case where I go and spend time with a patient 2-4 times a months. The training was a bit bumpy but spending time with people is well worth the hassle for me. He is doing great by the way. We I got there his daughter, which is his caretaker, was having him dance to some Mexican music, to try and work his leg muscles. I had a nice talk with him, and I told him that next time I come over that I would bring a game that we could play.
After a while I left there and went back to the Twins' house where we had a bonfire cookout. There was Lips&ass (hot dogs) and Deermeat aplenty. And then we made smores! Going to see Jamie and Shamie has long since been one of my favorite things to do. I have such a wonderful feeling when I go, and time seems to stop dead in its tracks. Its like a safety spot from life. I think that one of the reasons that its like that is because their family spends to much time together interacting and maintaining close bonds. The only real close bond from the TP that I come from is the bond from the hand the the remote control. Thats the only lasting bond here, all other seem less than important to the heads of the household. Anyway, we spent some good quality time with the family, then we went out. It was my first outing in over a month so I was a little hesitant to go, but I wanted to spend more quality time with my sista's so I went. I like traveling together with them. It always feels so right.
So we began our journey to have a good time with a trip to the 'fishpond' (the town lesbian bar)where we met up with Tucson's one and only Monica Samaniego, thank god. She is a huge party animal that somehow manages to pull off the task of being responsible. Oh well, like I should talk. Anyway, in the 'fishpond', I think that I realized why I would always want to go clubbing so much, I think that I had got addicted to the nicotine just being there and being it my primary exposure to the addicitive substance, was the means which I pursued to obtain more nicotine. We only stayed for a short bit then it was off to Tucson's gay bar. While there is actually more than 1 gay bar in Tucson, IBTs is the only hole-in-the-wall for gay men worth talking about. I felt a little strange coming again to my old haunt that I hadn't occupied in what seemed like forever, considering everything else I've been dealing with. Anyway, the old feeling came back and I felt that I resumed partial ranking of IBT's royalty once again. Granted I'm not the queen, but I will dig my heal into whoever gets in my way to regain that title. Ok, not really, but its always nice talking to people and having people talk about me. I am sure that there are vicious rumors floating around even still, but its all part of being popular. So I saw some familiar faces and I met some new ones tonight. I finally got to meet the other Scott. I was so happy. There is this couple who both have the first name of Scott and I had met one of them at work, but I hadn't had the pleasure of meeting the other one, and I kept bumping into the same Scott all over, but I hadn't met his partner until tonight. I recognized him from just seeing him around, but I made a correlation in my mind now and felt great about that. Then later on the dance floor there was this innocent looking man, who looked like he was lost and I couldn't help but stop dancing and say something to him. I asked him if he was doing alright and if it was his first time here. He said he was fine and that he had been here before. I then asked him to dance with me. He accepted. We danced for a while and then went out onto the patio to talk. His name was Micheal and he works at American Airlines booking tickets over the phone (I'm sure there is a proper title for that position) anyway, thats about all I got from him because I turned into that social butterfly and fluttered away into the night. I saw Joe and Paul, they were both drunk, which makes them both obnoxiously hilarious, and I saw Gavin, who totally wants to sleep with me, and I saw many other friendly faces, including Rousel, who invited me to an after party. Me and the girls decided to go. It was cool. It was in the basement floor of a pizzeria downtown and it was so ravesque. It started off a little slow but it picked up. There were so many under 21ers there because it was non-alcoholic and it was nice to say hi to all them. I danced the night away there and met some interesting people. I saw Angel there, who is one of said under-21ers, and he pointed out a wallflower that he thought was cute, but couldn't build up the nerve to go and talk to him, so I went with him and sped up the process. We Met Eddie, who was a cute curly-haired stockily-built Phoenician, down in Tucson for the heck of it, with his friend AL, who was tall and skinny and dressed for snowy weather. Then there was Frank, who we all met on the dance floor. He seemed nice at first, then really flirtatious, but then turned out to be kind of crazy I think. He asked me to take him to the bathroom, so I did, and then I think he was expecting me to make a move, but I didn't and then he complimented me on how handsome and articulate I am. Ok, it was just overboard tonight. But the guys from phoenix were really cool. They weren't sure if they were going to try and find a hotel and stay the night or drive back up to Phoenix tonight. They parked by IBT's and the after party was downtown, only about a 10 minute walk away, but I offered to drive them back to IBTs, since I was parked closer. So the night wrapped up with Frank trying to go home with the Phoenicians, and them walking away when he tried to give them his number. In the car ride over to IBT's I think he offered to let them stay at his house 5 times. I think they were a Little freaked out by it, and I say that because while Frank was far enough away to be out of earshot, Eddie asked me if I knew him because he was really starting to freak him out. I think he was relieved to know that I wasn't associated with him in any way. Anyway, I got them back from point B to point A, gave them a hug each and my number, cause they asked for it not cause I'm desperate, and sent them on their way. Great, one objective down, next objective, get crazy boy back to point A and out of my car. That was easy enough, all I had to do was humor him by letting him continuously complimenting me all the way back and then asking me if I wanted to see his tattoos. It was strange but over soon enough. After all that I took the girls home, grabbed a Pepsi for the road and made the long journey home (about 5 minutes down the road). Arrival time 5:12. After an awesome and productive day I only have two things to say; Damn I'm exhausted, and two; Damn its good t be back sir!
Much love to all who have bothered to read this far.

I'm over it!
Mood:  chillin'
Wednesday I had my big Pharm School interview. I've been telling everyone that I think it went ok. In reality, I think it went ok, except I think I was interviewed by a bump on a log, one that does a lot of research in bacteriology and virology. I thought that my angle would be kind of cool going in there being an artist and a science-minded thinker, but it didn't really seem to impress either the bump on the log or the 1st year pharmacy student that was co-interviewing. He was really mellow and nice, but sort of uninvolved. Rest assured, I guarantee that if I ever get to the point where they are that I will put a lot more enthusiasm into the interview than either of them did. So here goes, I have folded the last of my figurative thousand paper cranes and sent them sailing, hopefully I will be blessed with a special gift come April when I find out that I have beat out 400 other hopefuls for a spot to bust my ass of 4 years straight. And if I don't get in its because God didn't want me there yet, or at least thats what I've been told. Don't get me wrong, it was a very warm sentiment and I appreciate it immensely, but its not exactly along my belief system. I think that the woman was right, to a point, in telling me that our skills and talents are bestowed upon our persons from before birth, but Who determines what you get and what about the wasted potential factor? There are a great many minds that go to complete pot because of unambitious peers or superiors, what about those people? Did God intend for them to waste their lives taking your change at the toll booth? I doubt it. And I'm not trying to knock anyones faith or disrespect any belief system, I'm just saying that I think that there are more factors than just the gift you were given and the set-in-stone road map of fate to navigate you through life.
Anyway, I promised myself that I would forget about it until closer to the time of decision so that I could function properly and focus on daily tasks without stressing out at every free moment of time that my mind came across. Now onto the lasting effects of Impetigo. It just doesn't end. It was bad enough I had to move my life around to fit this nasty little thing into my life, but the impact it has left in my life has taken me from super stud to super crud. Sorry ladies and gentlemen, more importantly the gentleman, there will be no pictures posted of this sad state of affairs. I chose to recover in solitude. I don't like to show my weaknesses, so instead I get it out by blabbing about it online like I'm doing. And I know I really shouldn't say this, but what the hell, its a new year, and its time to take some risks... I think the worst part is over and things will hopefully improve from here. Here is wishing the best to you and hoping that you are off to a great start to 2005, which in Chinese astrology, I think is the year of the raging bacteria, or at least it would be if it were up to me. Its a good thing its not. Gummi Out!

Damn its been a while
Mood:  on fire
Topic: New Years bang
...and to all my loving fans, hello. I'm still alive. I had a couple exciting things happen over the winter break. The first real big one was the Flu. Oh yeah baby. And I don't think that Ive ever had the flu because I honestly thought I was dieing of some ungodly disease. So that made my New Years really uneventful, I spent it on the couch with my parents and Nathan nearby. And shortly after the onset of the Flu was exciting thing number 2, Impetigo! Yeay! Impetigo, for those of you who don't know, is a bacterial infection of the skin most often caused by mutant strains of either Staphylococcus aureus or Streptococcus. In my case the bacterial infection of the skin took precedence on my face, in the area where I shave my facial hair, probably due to improper shaving techniques and unsanitary utility storage. That was really exciting, because of that I had to reschedule my interview with the college of pharmacy because my face looked like a disease ridden cactus, scabbed over and hairy because I couldn't shave. But things are returning back to normal. But not before exciting thing number 3! My cell phone took a plunge into the washing machine. I mean sure, it was clean as a whistle but nevermore would I see the blinding blue light of my little Motorola. I had no choice but to upgrade, which is good 'cause it keeps me hip with all the youngsters, but I had to leave the confines of my home still battling exciting thing number 2, and to make things worse, I couldn't find my Phantom of the Opera mask to cover my hideous complexion from the world. Don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter to the world and don't think for a second that I have a negative attitude towards all this. I really had a lot of fun with it. I don't consider myself a complainer, but when there is something to say, I don't hesitate. Anyway, I was kept hidden from the world for the first few weeks of the new year, and only now am I ready to come out. Hopefully I will have a really great year in 2005 considering my really crappy start. And I can't say that its all been bad, after all, I haven't had to leave the house for 3 weeks, its been a relaxing vacation in disguise. So to all of you who read this, I have a simple request, actually two simple requests. The first is, please call me or somehow send me your number as I lost them all in the wash. And 2, if you see me out and about, please don't flinch at my appearance as I have a little bit of residuals from the breakout but the doctor says it wont scar, and all the weight I've gained should come right off after I have no choice but to keep moving all day instead of sitting at home and watching TV. Oh I can't wait to resume my normal life. Look out 2005, I'm coming at you with a running start, a late running start, but its better than nothing...

Its alive...
Mood:  silly
...for those anxiously anticipating my next post, relax! You're turning blue in the face and you won't poop right for a week now. Don't cry for me Argentina, I survived the Fall street fair and now its time to brave the holidays. I am not broadcasting live from a satelite location, CasadeMora East, where I'm baby sitting for a week, then next week I will brave new territory when I renew my Honorary Lesbian License and Doggysit Daphne's dogs while She goes home for the holidays. Double bonus! Worry not Diva, Daddy still loves you and is confident that at least your grandmother is taking good care of you. I can't speak for grandpa, for all I know he could be trying to kill you. Just to be safe, I would make sure and pester him as much as possible at night like I'm sure you are doing. That way you will wear down his energy and leave him too exhausted to follow through with a plot to kill you.
To all that still check this sight regularly, Hello. and to all that don't, um, no big loss I guess. It would still be nice of you to at least send money in place of your love and affection. SHESSH!
Oh well, everyday can't be a winner. Take care all.

This falls fashion tips...
Hello all good Tucsonans and others who may have found my blog, I have done some research over the past few days and feel inspired enough to share with you all my collected wisdom in Comso fashion adviser format. Ok, I'm no Kerry Bradshaw but I know a good fashion tip when I see one, so here goes.
Fall tip #1 Run, jump, swim, dive, or use some other form of mechanical coordinated movement in order to get your goopy goober buns to the theater and see the Sponge Bob Square pants movie. I did, and it was a blast. I thought that I would be out of place so I went with a friend from work, and as it turns out, there was no need for a buffer. The entire theater was filled with adults there to see Sponge Bob, in fact, I think the first 2 rows were filled with filthy pirates...Anyhow, this will help to even out those creepin crows feet and help shrink those gaping pores by resorting to a youthful state of mind, and even if it doesn't the laughing will do you good and the movie lighting is low enough to make you seem more attractive to a prospective mate.
Fall tip #2 Keep organized! And if you aren't, then you better getchu some. Feel free to choose any method or device that might enhance your potential by keeping things orderly, palm pilots, date books, steel cabinets with manila folders, if you opt for the personal assistant, make sure that he knows what he is doing, and if not, at least make sure that he looks cute while trying to figure out what he should be doing. Whatever you choose get it together cause savvy is in this season.
Fall tip #3 Watch out for Brians! I know that every new fall season comes wrought with its own menacing obstacle, and this season I truly believe that the obstacle is embodied in those born under the name Brian. Beware of these Wiley fellas. However enticing they might appear Gummi Joe suggests that unless you are an experienced user, you should steer clear of these commodities, at least until next season when the watchword resumes with the 'Chris's'. Yes folks, this is one accessory best worn well or not at all. Don't be fooled my their initially pleasant demeanor, there is a geyser of trouble to be tapped when these sleeping giants are awakened, or better yet, aroused.
So in recap, go see Sponge Bob, getchu some organization, and do or don't the 'Brian's.
Eggplant is the new black, Beehives are over, crack whore makeup is slightly over done, and Cardigans Cardi-Can!
In the paraphrased words of Bucky the Cat, '...tell them its good and jack up the price before they can form an opinion of their own.'