Closing Time

Due to recent events with current residents and other people around campus, I am officially shutting down the blog. No longer will there be posts or comments allowed to be posted. The blog served me well for 11 months. But with creepy residents who will do anything and go to any length to watch you burn, my thoughts and feelings cannot be kept open to the public. So, to all, it has been fun reading comments and whatnot. It was a nice outlet. However, that outlet has been tainted. I wish you all well and if you want stories, come find me. I'll be more than happy to tell you. Although there won't be a next time, ciao.

The Dreaded 6 Letter Word............or Was it 7???

Hello, hello. I know I'm breaking tradition by posting so early, but this is important news. It's so important that I just can't contain myself. Tonight, at around 11:42 PM, I was officially DENIED. Yes, you heard correctly, the "infamous" Joe has been formally denied in possibly one of the worst ways possible. Well, actually it wasn't that bad, but the feeling of rejection, kinda stings for a while. Anyways, let me give you a bit of context before the actual event. And yes, it's about the mob wife thing, so stop reading now. You have been warned.

So as many of you know, mob days is quickly approaching within the coming weeks. The actual week starts the 13th of November for anyone playing the home game. Anyways, one must ask their mob wife a few weeks in advance so as to get schedules ready, squirt guns loaded, and booze bought. So, being that go-getter that I am, decided this would be the week to ask my mob wife to "marry me." ( I use quote only for Ryan so that he is not confused that I might actually be marrying someone and getting laid legitimately.) So, I had it all planned out. Take her up to that area inbetween St. Bob's and Malone, get down on a knee, whip out the ring, pop the question. Simple enough. Who is this lucky lady you might be asking yourself.

Her name is.......sorry no names. I totally forgot. However, if you know, more power to you. Anyways, I met her about a month ago. I had always seen her around campus but never really had a chat. You know those people you constantly say "hi" to but have absolutely no idea what their name is or how you even started saying hi to them. However, at the hookah clubs first meeting, I was sitting there smoking some hookah with the residents and sure enough, here comes this girl. She comes over, says hi and that's how we officially met. I know, romantic isn't it. Night time sky, fresh lit hookah, what more could a guy want?

So, things progressed. We start actually talking to each other. She starts sitting next to me in the one class we have together. We even go see a movie with just her, her friend, and myself ( I'm probably making some big grammatical error here, but no need to correct me Steve.) Things are going well. I start passing through the Den whenever I'm heading to the Lair because she's usually in there. Then you get the "Oh I was just passing by, but hey how are you doing" effect. I'm really into this girl. She plays guitar, well and definitely sings better than most people I know and me. She even played me one of her songs. You know someone is opening up when they share something personal like that. I share my penis with Danny's mom all the time, and she just opens right up everytime. She's athletic. I don't want to make her out to be the perfect girl, cause no one is. However, there were a lot of similarities that were working in my favor.

Like any normal SigEp, I decided to ask her to be my mob wife way before this week. I just knew that I wanted to get to know her better and having her as a mob wife would present more opportunities than I was getting. It was going to work. So, same set up, same plan. She got off work at 11:30. Perfect, night setting, always a plus. So, just as planned, got on the knee and popped it...

Of course at first, she had no idea what was going on. I think she actually thought I was asking her to marry me. However, I explained what I was asking. Told her what happens to some mobsters and their wives at the end of the week, you know, how they sometimes end up hating each other (sounds bad but let me finish). But I assured her, I didn't care if I was shot or not, I didn't want to bust into her schedule. She can fit me where possible. If I die, so be it. At least I'll have you as a date to the formal. And she thought about it and just shook her head and said "I'm sorry Joe, I can't be your mob wife. I would feel terrible if I let you be killed. I'm so sorry." And as the anticipation and excitement ran down my face, she handed me back my ring, promised we'd see Saw II together, and left. (The convo wasn't this short, I tried a few times to convince her, but it wasn't happening, this is just the basic gist of it.)

Am I mad at her? Never. I don't want to come off as if she is some bitch who took one look at me and said "Up yours!" It was just as painful for her to say no and it was for me to receive it. However, it still sucks for two reasons. First off, at formal, I guarantee you I'm going to be thinking about her and thinking about the time we could have had. The second reason is that I don't have a mob wife. I have no other back-ups, reserves, no relief pitchers (there's my attempt at sports), nothing. Now, I'm going to get desperate and get some girl who I have no idea about and probably WILL end up hating at the end of it all. If you have any suggestions besides Danny's mom, I'd be more that willing to hear you out. *Sigh*

Is this the end of this girl. I don't think so. Although I was rejected flat out, I know deep down she wanted to go. You can see these things in people's eyes. She wanted to do it. She was just too concerned for me to make the commitment. However, you bet your ass I'm taking her up on the Saw II date and it's all going to be good. Who knows, maybe I could even get her to be the mob wife, never be around, and just have her come to the dance. It'd be better than nothing. We'll see......I will keep everyone posted on the mob wife situation. Until I'm "married," ciao.

The Future and All the Crap and Glory It Holds

My, my, my, it has been awhile. However, I have an excuse. I'm a lazy bastard. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. However, I really have had a lot of stuff weighing on my mind recently. Surprisingly, all this deep thought and contemplation stem from a TV show. That's right folks, America has reached a new low when deep thought is not inspired by a picture, a musical note, or a scene from a top a bluff, but when it comes from a television drama series. Yes, this is sad, maybe even pathetic. However, this show has brought so much distraught to my mind that I don't think I want to ever see it again.

"What is the goddamn show," Steve would be asking right now. The show is "House." I don't know if you've ever seen it or not, but it's worth a look. The basic premise of the show is about a doctor above all doctors. Ordinary doctors, as the title implies, call in Dr. House, to diagnosis and treat patients who cannot be diagnosed. The symptoms generally have many possible diseases related to them and it is Dr. House and his team of dramatic doctors to solve the case. From the previous post, this obviously struck a chord. So much that I stayed up all night one night just to finish the series. Did I mention a friend lent me season 1 on DVD? Anyways, the show was cool! I mean, come on, who doesn’t want to be the “last line of defense” against diseases? The thought was exhilarating. I, Joseph DeVitis, a doctor. Ahh…*looks into the distance.* My dream, being lived on a TV screen by some British actor who knows nothing of medicine.

Wait a second! Come back to reality Joe! You only have a 2.9 GPA! Yes, that is right. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. After one year of college, this is what I have to work with. This means two things. If I applied to medical school, the admissions officers would take one look at that number, laugh their asses off, burn the application, and admit me to a psych ward for chronic stupidity. The other thing that this means is that for the rest of my time here at beautiful LMU, I have to pull a 3.7 every semester for me to graduate with a 3.5, barely. This is a scary thought. THIS means that if I take 5 classes a semester, I have to pull at least 3 A’s and 2 B+’s. This is not saying I can’t do it, I believe I can, but it’s a stretch. Even with graduating with a 3.5, I still am below most average medical school’s average entering classes’ GPA’s.

Right now I’m scared and stressed out as hell. I don’t sleep that well at night because of the thought of not getting in. Have I already failed myself? Is it too late to even consider doing the science/medicine thing or do I chance it out? I feel like I’ve already given up in some regards. I look at the people sitting in those Pre-Health meetings and all I see are numbers floating above their heads. 3.8 over here, 3.6 over there, 4.0 in the front, and oh wait, 2.9 sitting in the middle not saying a word. I just don’t know what else to do if I don’t go into medicine. What can you do with a chemistry major? Maybe grad school? PhD? Same amount of school, same title, completely different jobs. I feel like I can even pick out the people who are going to make it. I can see it in their eyes. And yet, I feel like my spirit has already been broken.

Socially wise, not doing so hot either. Most of Whelan still hates me, what’s new? Even my dad is telling to me less strict with some of the kids here. He tells me that if I hear the bottles clink then I should just keep walking. I don’t know….it is my job to enforce the policies. The line is so grey there. I don’t know where to draw it. I also need a mob wife. If you don’t know what that is, come talk to me. This post is already long enough without another explanation. Anyways, I basically gave away my mob wife to a friend. My friend has liked her for a while and he wanted to take her. This is not to say I don’t like her as well, but it was one of those “you like her enough to give her away” type deals, pathetic in my opinion. Now I’m shit out of luck. I have a few options, but even then those are stretches. My prediction is that I’ll end up with someone setting me up with a girl I’ve never met and have us both hating each other by the time the week is over.

I guess the whole point of this post is that I’m very unstable right now. I haven’t shaved in over two weeks. This is not a fashion statement. My room is a mess, papers and clothes everywhere. I haven’t posted on this for a long time. I just don’t feel like the “Joe” that I used to be. You hear about failures in college, people that don’t try hard enough. They pay all this money to go to college, fuck up, and get some piss ass job. I don’t want to be that guy. I want to at least come out of hear with a reasonable GPA, get into some type of grad school, and continue my dream. I want all these things and the only person killing it is me. It’s as if I’m torn from within. So yes, I’m sorry I don’t have anything better to talk about, no sports talk, no funny stories. My life is in disarray right now. I don’t know when I’m going to get back on track, hopefully sooner than later. I made an appointment with SPS. Maybe they can help, although their schedule looked pretty booked. The only thing keeping me afloat is Hot Karling Danny’s mom once a week. Without her, I’d be a goner. I need something, whatever it is, I hope it comes soon, or I’ll be left in the dust. Hope all your lives are a bit more put together than mine. Until next time, if there is one, ciao.

Decisions

It comes a time in every person's life when they start to wonder what exactly they are going to do for a career. Up until today, I knew what I was going to do. I was going to (hopefully) go to med school, get my MD, become a psychiatrist and live a happy life with a beautiful wife, etc. This is something that I’ve always just accepted. This is the plan. Don’t steer away from the plan. Without the plan, I will have nothing. Becoming a doctor in general is always been a goal of mine and my parents. I’m not afraid to admit that my parents, mostly my mother, has been pushing me my whole life to become a doctor. I think she has even suppressed ideas of me becoming anything less of one. None the less, there has been a constant pressure throughout my life to be something that my parents and I believe is the right thing for me.

However, for some reason, today I began to question whether or not I actually wanted to go through with the whole ordeal. This hasn’t been the first time before, but today it just went home. It happened at the 2nd year Pre-Health Meeting at convo. The main idea was getting into some type of internship so as to see if this is the life style you want for yourself. Needless to say, I haven’t been to hospital for any reason unless it was an emergency. This is not to say that I don’t have some sort of idea about what doctors do. Most people have a good idea. However, it’s that’s hand’s on experience that I’m lacking to make an educated decision. This is a scary thought. What if I do make it to med school and a year into it, I absolutely hate it. I would have wasted all that money and time for a job I can’t stand. Although the possibility of that happening is slim, the fact remains that it still exists. If it is one thing that I’m deafly afraid of is regret. I don’t want to regret any decision I make, especially one this big as, gez I don’t know, my life.

Now, the response to the last paragraph would be “Ok Joe, get off your lazy ass and go get an internship.” I would love to. I think it would be great, if I could. And this is not to say I’m making excuses for myself. These are just facets of life that I can’t get around because of my situation. The summer is booked. I have to pay for college somehow and construction is the only way I can make as much money as possible. These are 8-hour days. Mind you, I do get off by 4PM. There could be a chance of getting something later in the evening, so it’s worth a check. Other than that, summer is no good. During the school year, I’m in LA with no car. It would be nice to think I could take the Lion Express to and from work, but let’s face it, the Lion Express sucks Danny’s mom’s left nut, very hard. Getting a car would be easy if I didn’t have to pay for college, but I do, so I see none of the hard earned money from the summer. This is my predicament. All I see are dead ends.

So what does this mean for Joe? Another career? Possibly. Being a college professor sounds interesting enough. I could stay in academia and pursue a subject that I have a strong passion for. Stick it out? Another and the more likely scenario that I see happening. Being as stubborn as I am, I will fight it, push the questions down and battle through only to be let down. Doing something else in the health professions but not being a doctor? Eh, I don’t know. I think being in that atmosphere and knowing that I don’t have all the knowledge I can possibly have, aka being THE doctor, would inspire jealously and drive me insane to some degree. Overall I wouldn’t be happy. However, it’s an option none the less.

Other than questioning my life goals, things are going well. Greek Week is here and kicking my ass, but come out to Lip Sync. Saturday night (10/8/05) in the gym. I think you have to buy tickets, but I imagine it goes to some relief fund. It’s going to be sick. Although I can’t say what the theme of our dance, you can come laugh at me while I try to dance my ass off. Until next time peeps, ciao.

H O O K A H

*UPDATE* The only one you probably ever see. Danny's mom has a sandy vag. That is all.

Yes, that is right, hookah, the best thing ever to be invented since masturbation, hookah. One of the closest things a person can do to get high and still have it be legal. Hookah is one of the mistifying things that some how bring people together, lighten the mood, and just make the evening great. In fact, I have yet to see an angry hookah smoker (if anyone can get the reference, I'll buy them a cookie.) I think many will atest to the fact that hookah is just mindblowing. I mean, we're not talking pot high (not that I would know), but such a good buzzed, relaxed feeling, it's wonderful. Yes, it is tobacco. Yes, you smoke it through a piece of equipment that looks like a bong. However, this stuff is legal, totally legit. Secondly, you've probably already inhaled enough second hand smoke in your life, why try and keep it out. Second hand probably is worse for you just cause that stuff isn't filtered like hookah.

I am so taken aback by hookah and the fact that I don't really have much to say this week, that I did a bit of research. I went looking for the history of hookah. Here's what I found.

"The nargile (Hookah) was first popular in the primitive form of a coconut shell in India, and it is one of the oldest and most popular traditions in Turkey. There is no discrimination when it comes to smoking the hookah, as men and women equally partake and enjoy its aromatic offering. Before reaching the rest of the world, its popularity spread to Iran, widely recognized as the hookahs launch pad to global popularity.

Even though Iran was the hookahs last stop before global stardom, it was in turkey where design and tradition truly took form as a cultural installation, and have since remained relatively unchanged.

Coffee is big in Turkey. Through this cultural mainstay, the hookah entered popular culture with much respect over 500 years ago. It soon became clear that there were certain ways to go about working the hookah, from passing the hose to lighting the coals to changing the tobacco. But dont worry, hookah smokers are generally patient, thoughtful people who are only more than happy to help you learn. Between the surreal calm and subtle customs surrounding the elaborate and often painstakingly designed hookah, its tradition soon rooted itself deep in Turkish culture to the pleasure of millions.

Today you can find hookahs in homes and restaurants around the world. In New York, there is seven a lounge named after the word Nargilah! In addition to its pleasant scent and calming effects, non-smokers also find great fun in hookah smoking as the tobacco is not addictive. Moreover, cigarette smokers even replace their favorite brand for the Hookah. That is just how good it is!" Taken from http://www.smoking-hookah.com/Guide/Hookah-Smoking-History.asp

So yes, I hope you learned something. To Danny, Steve, Mike, and Laura, Saturday night was awesome. Danny, the master hitter, taking the biggest drags of all of us. Steve, the apprentice, learned how to take huge hits from the master and threw down some major hits towards the end of the night. Mike, the enduro race, took probably 7 major hits in a row. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, etc. It was a feat in itself. Larua, the sprinter, took some good short hits, got a lot of smoke. Definetly hit the hookah like a champ. I, myself, had a ball, definetly need to go again and soon. Let me know if you want to go. It's an experience everyone should have and not think twice about trying. That is all for now. Hopefully after Greek Week, some good shit will be happening. Until next time, ciao.

P.S. Due to some offensive comments from the last blog, comments deamed inappropriate or offensive will be censored and deleted. I appreciate feed back, but if you're just writing shit to talk shit, it won't stay. Thanks.

I have no filter

You know that filter between your brain and your mouth? The one that stops you from saying stuff that probably shouldn't be said or that you'll say it at a better time and place. Yeah................mine must be defective or something, cause it ain't working how it should. This last weekend I had a bit of a runin with it.

*UPDATE 9/26/05* Due to the request of the person(s) mentioned, this part of the blog has been removed. If at any time in my blog and I reference you and you feel offended or a problem arrises because of the reference, please notify me immediately so I can take down whatever is offensive. Thanks.


However, that's the problem. If the thought comes across my mind, I have no problem saying something. This can be a good thing, sometimes. Sometimes people are so fucking scared to say "I don't like that" or something else that it goes unsaid and more conflict is creating. I look at that and say "Fuck, I'm going to say it and I don't give a shit what you think." Now there is fault in that statement because there is a lack of sensitivity for the other person. However, I am a firm believer that honesty is the best policy. Still, my mouth can get me into a lot of trouble, kinda with Danny's mom that one night..........oops, wrong story. Anyways, I tend to say what I feel and not process it if I'm in somewhat of an enraged state. Half of the time I don't mean it, truely I don't. Although it sounds like it, I say truely that I am trying to curb it a bit. So for all those I have offended at one point or another, I am sorry. However if you deserved it, and you know who you are, then fuck you.

So what happened? I was reprimanded by my RD. She gave a whole speech to the group, but I know it was pointed at me. It was obvious. Yes, I got in trouble, again. Hopefully next time, it won't happen. I thought I would share this shortcumming for shits and giggles. Nothing else has really happened, but hopefully this weekend will be exciting enough that I'll have some crazy hook-up, drunken story to tell. Until next time, ciao.

Random Thoughts

Ok, tonight, I'm somewhat at a loss for words. There will be no real themed blog, just things I'm thinking about right now. I'm running on about 6 hours of sleep and have had five classes today. So, please excuse the randomness in which tonight's segment will be shown. You have been warned.

I hate some of my residents. Not like, "Oh, he rubs me the wrong way" or "He's ugly like Danny's mom." This is loathing, to the point where I've even gone so far as to black list a few of them. Now, this isn't a biased opinion. It's not like the first day they moved in, I started hating them. No, no, no, no, they did this to themselves. Here's an example. The other night, I walked into my room and looked outside my window to see one of my residents smoking too close to the building. His eye caught mine and he knew he was in for it. He went so far as to move back. But it was too late. This little fucker has had multiple warnings from almost every RA in our hall. It was time to unleash the gates of hell on this little prick. So I went out and asked for his one card. To my surprise he responded "No." What? Excuse me? Did you just say no? I pray to God you didn't or your ass is grass and I'm the John Deere 10 horsepower lawnmower. I asked again. "No. I have done nothing wrong." Wow bud. I then explained that it was against Univeristy policy to not cooperate with a university official. More "no's" came. I called my boss. He argued with her for five minutes until she dialed public safety. He finally gave me his one card. Little fucker.

Life is moving fast. Classes are moving fast. Time is moving.............slow? Everyday goes by like it was just an hour. It just doesn't seem like I have any time to myself, but not the "sit in your room and write stupid blogs" time to yourself, but like going out and having fun, with yourself and others. I guess I have no social life. I haven't once had fun on any weekend so far and by the looks of it, I won't be for a while. Yes, I'm bitching, get over it. However, all work and no play makes Joe a dull boy. The RA switch never seems to turn off. Can't I just stop being a role model to these freshman for two minutes, have a few drinks, be loud, and go out?

As of this last Tuesday, I have gone on a personal vendetta against cookies and chips. They taste so good, but are a total waste of calories. I go to the lair and just stare at them. I feel like Homer "ahhhhhhhhhh Cookies.................ahhhhhhh." Same with chips. Fruit has taken the place of the dianamic duo, but it's not the same. The sugary goodness of a chocolate chip cookie has no match. The gym has been nice. Getting in everyday makes me feel like I'm doing something right.

So, you're probably saying to yourself, "Wow Joe, you are majorl fucked up." Well, that's what the doctors tell me anyways. I've tried to be good and stay current with the blog, but every time I sit down to write, I have nothing really interesting to say. Even tonight is a bit of a stretch. Maybe I'm just bored, or lonely, or both. Having your own room has it's ups and downs. On the spelling and grammer, hoked on fonex wurked for mi bitches. Misspellings happen, if you want put down every word I've misspelled and I'll give you a cookie for your efforts. It brings personality to the blog. So, not that I have wasted at least 10 minutes of your precious time, hope all is well. I will try to do or go somewhere interesting so I can write better stuff. Life is so..............blah right now. Well, until next time ciao.