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.