Sometimes you feel like an ass...
Mood:  don't ask
A quick recap of this weekend, My friends and I all gathered together and headed up to Phoenix on Saturday night. In-N-Out burger was great as always. We all met some new friends there, well most of us. I remember getting trashed and flirting with strangers. I don't however remember pissing off everyone so badly. I had to hear it today from Nathan who was kind enough to remind me what exactly what I did say. I think Izaak said it best when he said "you are brutally honest when you are trashed". I offended every one in my happy little group in some way, and I wont lie, it felt fantastic while I was doing it, but I feel like a total ass today. Those who I did not apologize to already I have ventured to steer clear of until I can formulate a good approach to taking it on. How will I live this down?
I spent the later half of Sunday hanging out with Shawna, who I apologized to profusely. She really is a great sport. We checked out all the hot commodities that the Home Depot had to offer. We went looking for lesbians and found hunky men everywhere. Later, we made our guest appearance at karaoke at IBT's, I sang "Funkytown" horribly. Tonight's karaoke adventure also saw the return of Adrian. He was welcomed with an applause and performed "I touch myself" as only he could.
If I take anything away from this weekend, it would be that I should never drink so much again, and if I do, I should not be around people that I know so much about if I am going to drink myself silly, and if I am going to drink and do plan on being around people that I know a lot about then I should check to make sure that they are the ones that I don't like. I might also think about passing out some release waivers beforehand. I guess this weekend was a lesson in my own limits. Please excuse me whilst I craw into my rabbit hole and stay there for a while.

Lady Tucson and a Blind Date.
Mood:  accident prone
Topic: Blind dates
I'm seriously retarded. Let me just get that out of the way. And you, whoever you are that reads this, don't need me to confirm this fact. You need but read some of my recent postings where I, well, just sound retarded. I will give yesterdays post the extra special award for being overtly all around strange, but will not forget to give an honorable mention to the 4 hours of sleep that got me there.
I left the house with only the best intentions yesterday morning. I intended to be cheery, I intended to see the Panchesco gallery, I intended to sound coherent, and I intended to be patient. I don't know about you, but 1 out of 4 just isn't done in the land of Dairy Queen. This called for corrective action. I sentenced myself to a suitable punishment; I was to be sent on a blind date with myself. It started after I got out of work, I went to pick up my blind date but I found that he was already waiting for me in my car. He was handsome yes, but being exactly on time? A little freaky, not to mention he is obviously a master locksmith or car thief. He came highly recommended but didn't talk much and he sure was hung up on that damn Janet Jackson CD. We decided to rent a movie at Casa Video. I'll say this about my blind date, he has an awkward taste in movies. We chose Exit to Eden with Rosie O'Donnell and a slew of hunky men. Maybe I'm just jaded but what did they do in the 90's for plot? Did they use a tofu based filler until they found that people actually could tell the difference between Folgers and the impostor? Anyway, I found myself laying there in my bed with my blind date, thinking about what a disaster today was, and how to top it off I let a guy into my bed after the first date. Nothing keeps things in perspective quite like finding out that you are easy on a blind date with yourself. After that the sentence was fulfilled and I was allowed to spend the rest of the night comfortably at home in bed. So again, I would like to attribute my bitchy, aloof, retarded behavior on the fact that Joe doesn't handle interrupted sleep schedules well. I hope that Tucson still loves me when I wake up tomorrow cause I sure copped an attitude with her today.

A new beginning
Mood:  not sure
It is now the beginning of a new month. I am so glad to see September go. It really was the most trying month of my life as of yet. I dare not awake sleeping dragons so I will leave it be for now. Needless to say this is the beginning of a new month and hopefully more promising times for me. Coming up this month I will be taking the PCAT test, its the test you take to tell what sort of a pharmacy student you would be. I personally think I would make a great one, but sometimes I have doubts. I suppose we don't get anywhere in life if we don't struggle to achieve. I guess that is my chosen struggle, well that and keeping the fat Mexican gene in check. I don't want to loose track of my toes, I don't want floorboards to squeak when I walk over them. I want to be fabulous, I guess that is my highest aspiration of all. What a high standard. Who can be fabulous all the time? Maybe I should take this month to define "fabulous" and see what it really is that I'm after. I know of a lot of people that would like to know exactly that from me, including me.
Much love to all of Tucson, happy beginning of the weekend.

Its been 8 years
Mood:  caffeinated
Wow, maybe not 8 years, but it has been a long time since I last washed under there. Ok dirty. What I really mean is that I haven't update in a long time, but its nice to have a place to call home for all my random thoughts, and believe me, there is no organization going on upstairs whatsoever right now. Its really a bad thing but I need a little break before I go head first into my diabolically ingenious plan to take over the world, one manila folder at a time. Isn't that how people stay organized nowadays? Maybe thats a bit dated. Ok then, how about one palm pilot at a time? yeah, that has a ring to it. Today was fun. I awoke on my queen sized slice of heaven (bed) and didn't feel like an old man. My newest friend Andrew invited me with him to go and see his chiropractor. 5 minutes and a little snap, crackle, and pop later I felt like a new man. That carried over into today. I felt on top of the world. I have a couple of things on my agenda for this week already. I am planning to go and see my friend Laurie play baseball tomorrow. I Love Laurie. If I could think of the sweetest person I know, it would probably be her. Then on Thursday I plan on having a big SEX night with my Thursday night friends. Allow me to explain. We are all getting together at Jamie's house to have pizza, tequila. and watch Sex and the City. Hey it keeps us off the streets. Oh what fun!

The Bacterial Flora of Humans
Mood:  mischievious
So after a cooling period of a couple days after this weekends MIShap, I have decided to once again post, though things are a bit out of sequence as I have already finished my homework and don't have that blade swinging dangerously close to my head. I find that pressure helps to keep me focused. If I don't set a deadline I may never get done. Take into consideration my art show, it was supposed ot happen this summer, but didn't. Why? well, there were several factors but ultimately I wasn't concrete enough in setting my goals for such an event. I let things go and I should have really grabbed the reins and took hold of the situation. Anyway, now that things aren't so crazy and my immediate environment has returned to a gentle state of HOMOstasis, I feel that I can give more attention to my methods and actually accomplish one of my many goals someday. I fear going down in the history books as a dreamer. Sometimes I feel like no matter what I do, I always run into this ceiling that inhibits me from expanding my horizons. Its sort of like the natural bacteria in the body that are there to protect the body from more serious infection. They don't ever get too big, they are just always there. (had to find a tie in to the title) I am not going to just be here, I am going to leave my mark, somehow, some way, I am going to be significant to someone to something. I'm going to be a Sears underwear model. Women will lust over me, gay men will drool, and I will sleep on a huge pile of money with many a pool boy. There I go dreaming again, maybe I was meant to just exist afterall...Ponderous.

What is Tucson all about?
Mood:  not sure
Topic: Tucson
Ahh, another tranquil day in the life of Joe. I am happy in general, as always, yet somehow limited. The somehow being financially. I have money, I just cant touch it until Monday for reasons I dare not say. I hate feeling like my assets are frozen, which is sort of how I felt all month. I want to soar with the eagles and be free, but I must be patient and allow certain things (classes, men, tests) to run their course. Oh well, there is always something bright and shiny to distract me. Today is Dominick's birthday. He is a secretively cute by that regularly attends the coffee clutch on Saturdays at the Rainbow Planet Coffee house. There will be fun and festivities and even a semi-formal dinner. I overuse the prefix semi- because after all, we are in Tucson, the most casual city in the southwest. Only in Tucson will you see attendees of the Phantom Of The Opera wearing wife-beaters and flip-flops. Only here will you see obvious spray-on tans displayed proudly by those pigmentally challenged that they only burn and do not tan. In our little city (ha!) you will see backwards-turned ball caps at semi-formal restaurants and not give them a second thought because they blend in so well. Is it sad? I don't know, its just on of those intricacies that makes Tucson so special. I just say that because most of the year its too hot to care. I believe that to be the general consensus though...

Just like Flo's enchilandas
Mood:  happy
I had Flo's enchiladas last night at Casademora. The occasion was my little brother Rey's Birthday. It was a pleasant evening but I am still haunted by those damn tasty enchiladas. Mexican food is great because it tastes just as good and sometimes better when it is stored for a day or two and then reheated. These little meat rolls of joy are no exception. I am again haunted by the savory flavor they have left my taste buds to over. I fear tomorrow for I don't have anymore of Flo's enchiladas stored away to warm my tummy. Ill eventually move on but there will always be a welcome spot for mom's cooking. Her milkshake is better than mine.

Whats up with the night life?
Just like I thought that my parents were up having fun after they would send me and my brothers to bed on school nights when we were little, I thought that all of Tucson was out partying during the week when I was at home either sleeping or studying. Well one of those suspicions went out the window tonight. I thought that tonight would be the perfect night to sneak away form my busy life and have a little fun at my old usual hole (IBT's). I was accompanied by the ever-fabulous Jamie. Well we showed up but the most exciting thing about going was the glances from all the hungry wolves. I did miss that. But other than that, there was no one there. Its like everyone just disappeared. So we thought we would try congress, but that was a dudd too. At least we found a preoccupied Shawna who we tried to cheer up by taking her with us to colors for Karaoke. I though since karaoke is one of her favorite things to do it would be a sure fire way to cheer her up. But to no avail. Its ok though, I knew she couldn't be that cheery all the time. Its always ok in my book. I took Jamie home then I took Shawna to the Library, walked her to the computer lab and ran into Joe who I'm sitting next to typing way at a computer. What an unexpected evening? What is up with the night life?

Hola'
I'm helplessly clumsy, which gives me doubts about going into the field of pharmacy sometimes. But they never say that a doctor has mastered medicine, they always call it a practice. So I'll always have that to fall back on, but outside of that, I'm really lucky to have the friends that I do. They are watching my back at every haphazard turn I make. If it weren't for them I might not be alive right now. I swear I'm so oblivious to danger sometimes. I should have been naturally selected out a long time ago according to Darwin. Anyway, I love my friends, I would be nothing without them. They give me so much more than I could ever give them, and no self checking method could ever replace them. no spell checker nor ruler nor protractor nor calculator nor language translator nor thesaurus could ever replace them, not in a bazillion years. So thank you to all those who have seen to the continued yet undeserved survival of the Gummi. I tip my gay pimp-hat to you kids!

Things from that high shelf in the cupboard!
Mood:  spacey
There are some things that I was really glad to revisit today and there were somethings that I would have rather left in a place that you couldn't find them. I would have rather not been reminded of what a controlling jealous, yet incredibly cute person I can be. But I was glad to see snippets of who I used to be as I went to a birthday party of an old friends son today. Oh all the family was there, and good times were had by all. I saw Soul Plane and I just want to give a shout out to all 5 of my baby's mamas! LOL. ok, I just gave away the best part of the movie. The only funny thing is that you probably think I'm joking. Honestly folks, do not pay money to see it. Which reminds me, I used to really like blacksploitation films. Funny how things change so fast. Oh well, at least the company was good. Thanks Miklos.