The weekend.

Ugh I have a lot I need to do before 2 today. . . clearly blogging is a priority.  The list of 'to do's' includes but is not limited to: finish some laundry, bathe the dog, pack for festival and make my room somewhat presentable for when The Boy picks up Willow.  Some reason that's important to me.  Anyway.  And nap. And clearly writing this blog takes precedence.  Well, I won't be able to write all weekend I think.  We'll see.

So the Thespian conference.  Ugh.  I think I'm teaching?  I could use the money, but I really don't want to. Its the same feeling of that a man crossing the Sahara dying for thirst longs for water that I don't want to teach.  I just want to sit there and tell the kids shut up.  Just saying.  But I probably will.  Dreading.  Also to add to the list of why I don't want to go, besides having to wake up early every day, be in charge of 7 boys, I have to go a day early which I don't know for sure if I can get it covered at the bar.  I really don't know what to do about that.  I'm a bit stressed out over the whole ordeal.  I guess I don't have much to write today besides complaining.  That might be for the best seeing as I have to get to work.  Blegh. Have fun this weekend, someone should.  I don't think I'll be writing till Sunday/Monday.  Y'all reader(s) can check regardless.

I'll leave you with a little Rufus who's been blessing my life for the past couple weeks.  "Why'd you have to break all my heart, couldn't you have saved a little bit of it"

Greetings and Salutations.

Karaoke is my favorite.  Especially when coupled with cocktails and old friends.  Well, new friends too for that matter.  That is how I typically spend my Monday nights.  Last night was fun because I also spent it with two old friends from high school, one of which I haven't seen for years nor had she hung out with me since I have been gay. . . you know what I mean.  As of today, nothing to much to note besides I'm waiting for a friend before going out and supporting the LGBT night in Redlands.  Having gone to high school in that area and knowing there is really nothing out there for the family, I'm all for hanging out once month.  Raven and Mayhem are hosting.  Familiar faces.

Speaking of drag queens, a peculiar thought struck me today as I watched last night's episode of RuPaul's Drag Race.  It was concerning the straight boy's apprehension to tucking.  Now, for those out there unfamiliar with the term, 'tucking' is when a drag queen hides her man pachanga so that her front is more. . . womanly.  I hope we're all clear on that.  Anyway. . . well, I just realized that I am not able to wrap my mind around the fact that a straight, butch man is so against the idea of hiding that part of himself.  Of de-masculinizing himself.  The idea that he would just have no part of it.  It doesn't make you any smaller, it comes back at the end of the night, you don't actually become a woman. . . I just don't get why its such a big deal.  It also shocked me that I'm not able to put myself in that place or mindset to be able to grasp that. -shrugs- Huh.

On a Debbie-Downer moment, it upsets me that I'm almost at a point of not trying to make plans with some people anymore. I put out and have put out a lot effort to make opportunities for some people to have a good time and fall flat on my face.  I'm not sure if I'm completely over it or if I have a few more straws before my caring back is broken, but I'm pretty frustrated.  How about you realize that I just want to hang out with you and that's more important than the $5 drink I offered to buy you.  I guess I've just been flaked on one to many times lately.  So on that note, sorry to all those out there whom I've flaked on in the past, I guess I'm just a bit irascible lately.  Taurus moon?  Wouldn't know why that would be it.

For your listening pleasure I stumbled upon this beauty in a club.  You know the one with the really loud music?  Really loud music and flannel? You know know Forever 21? The remix I heard was better but I like the original just as much.

Until tomorrow.

That's Two!

Welcome back brave souls to the second installment of my blog'o'rific thoughts!  That sound a little to excited?  Yeah I think so too.  Oh well, moving on.  Just to remind you, sadly I will not be working thru a cookbook, nor discussing my friends preferences concerning Cobb salads, though I might touch briefly on sexual exploits of mine and  a few friends in this city.

First, the Asian enjoyed her solicitation of 'Free Hugs' downtown; the total reaching a reasonable 21 1/2.  I made the beautiful sign compete with heart and sunflower.  Really only two creepers and I received merely two overflow hugs.  One I deflected into a handshake being weary of Randy, regardless of his seemingly innocent intentions.  I wasn't holding the sign after all.  After included coffee shop reading and the promised Chipotle.

All in all a success.

Today, already a success speaking of which.   Hiked Rubidoux - with a dapple coated Jack Russell named Colby (Colby Jack really?!), worked out, and two loads into my mound of laundry.  Mound is not a misnomer, promise.  This pile was in fact at least two times my size.  Needless to say, I haven't worn cute underwear in over a week.  Yeah I know, how embarrassing.

Here's my possible thought provoking insight of sorts:  I thoroughly enjoy reading what smart people have to say/write about other smart people.  This is directly in reference to a book I acquired on Tolkein. Meditations on Middle-Earth. Some of my favorite authors and some I haven't heard of write on specific points and I. Love. It.  Mainly because these people, who's vocation is the written word, can usually phrase things in ways I never thought of as well as in ways that are so eloquent that it is pure entertainment.  Now, I'm sure there are people out there (who may or may not ever read this) who will raise one point against me.  Writers=smart people?  Yeah I know, how embarrassing.  With that respect, I doubt I'll read some physicist's work on Stephen Hawking, but give me something interesting to read on a fantasy author and I'm all for it.  Eh, whatever.

I've have been blessed lately by this beauty of a song thanks to Miss Sonique Love:

I think that's it, until next time. Adieu. 

Day One.

Well, here I am again.  Entering back into the questionable lifestyle of blogging.  Luckily for you reader(s), some of the most important people in my life (the ones who can read anyway) happen to have started to blog and so I thought I would return to inflict upon you my thoughts.

Seeing as I don't do anything in my life besides read and cuddle with my puppy I can't promise anything meaningful.  The prospect of putting my thoughts out in the universe makes me nervous because I just feel pressure to make sure they are thought provoking, slightly humorous, only slightly offensive, and making you want to come back the next day for more.  And hopefully the least amount of grammatical errors possible.

I also plan on using the blog to keep myself accountable to work out, do something productive, and not drink nearly as much.

So that's the plan and to be honest I don't know if even I will be back tomorrow.  As for today, my Asian friend wants to go out holding a sign advertising free hugs.  She wants me there for protection I guess?  That and as her gay friend she wants me to help her make it hoping I'll bring my glitter.  I agreed as long as there was Chipotle involved.  Other than that on the schedule: Chest and Back/cardio, walk the dog, and e-mail the lady about information concerning the workshops I have to teach.