So what's new? Well this past week I was hired to one of my favorite stores Abercrombie & Fitch. Though I have applied to them and their sister company Hollister Co. before, this time I actually got it!! Although I do think they are the banal epitome of American mainstream fashion, the idea that I work there still rox my sox. Go discounts!! I only work like 10 hours a week as a member of the impact team, which means I'll deal more work with stocking and organizing (I really didn't feel comfortable if I knew my job was to make people uncomfortable barking lame catch phrases like *in bubbly voice* "have you heard about are low rise jeans?") So now it's only to find another better paying job hopefully at some moderately-priced chain restaurant as a host or waiter.

In other news Europe's Number one retailer H&M opened at my local mall, as the first location in Michigan, which may be surprising to us locals who thought they would of picked a more swanky location like Somerset Mall of  Troy who already houses such names as Saks, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Tiffany & Co. just to name a few. So I guess I should just consider myself lucky. Unfortunately the men's section was like 2% of the store, much smaller than what I saw of Toronto’s three-story plus mega store (only adding to my list of why I should relocate to the big city, most likely nyc), which I leave at fault to the commons man's deprivation of the vitality of retail therapy but w/e c'est la vie. haha 'til next time adieu 

I must admit that lately I've been a bad blogger. Once faced with the stress of the onset of finals my poor xanga was left neglected. Much has happened over the past month, but not much in the past week, so these next few entries will be of the more interesting happenings of the past few weeks. So anyway without further a due...

So rewind back to Easter  weekend. I knew since we (the crew: myself, Milton, Chris, and Cedric) had that Friday off pretty much translated to a bonus night for partying. The plan-  hit up a bar and then after an after hours club (which we never made it to). Both are in Detroit, where I have absolutely no sense of direction (this detail will make sense later).

So Milton and I take my car from campus to Cedric's house where we meet up with him and Chris and take Cedric's car to the city. The night started out like any other night with the usual mingling and frequent trips from the bathroom, the bar area and the dance floor from one to the other (not necessarily in that order). It wasn't until my friends decided to break the bars poorly enforced minor's policy that mischief ensued. Prior to which I agreed with Cedric that I would now become the designated driver.

To avoid a terribly tedious entry here's a condensed summary four gay guys, who are all in heat (no surprise there lol), all but one shitfaced. The sober one being me. The major problems being getting back home, and the broken rule of no fooling around with others within the circle aka the "no drama" rule. After a few wrong turns here and there we did manage to find our way back, but then me being me I lost my way back to campus but Milton was able to navigate our way back, both of us exhausted but we did make it back safely.

Though I can proudly say that none of the fooling around went too far,, but it did send some mixed messages among friends. In my case Cedric coming on very strongly to me (making out and some heavy frottage;), which I had given in to at first but then finding my conscious I stopped. Anyway back to the point, Cedric who I had admitted to Milton at one point a few months back that I thought was cute but decided not to pursue a relationship with to save the chemistry of the group. Nothing has happened between us since and unfortunately it’s likely to stay that way. Yes that's me....constantly putting others before myself, though I tend regret this trait more than I should.

That night will forever be engraved in my memory, hopefully they'll be others, that aren't so crazy, and that I won't go home empty handed

                                Food for thought

So I came across a really interesting passage in my psych reading last week. It was something I always pondered "why" but never could quite put my finger on. So I guess it was kind of some minor epiphany since it was like 1:30 in the morning and I was coming off of a red bull rush when I read it. Anyway you are probably wondering the topic at hand. 

        Over the past few months one of the things that I have constanstlyquestion is gay stereotypes. I'm sure you all now what I'm taking about, but for those just pulling their heads out of the ground think of  the death skinny, effeminate, hyper sexualized, prissy man-purse-carrying guy that has been portrayed by the media to the point where it's become pretty camp. And I do believe that it fits some of us in the gay population at varying degrees and some not at all. But the aspect that I questioned was how we are generally hyper sexualized. My reasoning up until my epiphany was of course blaming the media (because if all else fails who am I suppose to blame?). But then I read a side bar quote that had a point that I found very intriguing…

"It's not  that gay men are oversexed; they are simply men whose male desires bounce off other male desires rather than off female desires."

                                          Steven Pinker, How the Mind Works, 1997

 So then it came to me, maybe it was gay men's fault but the male being as a whole. Looking at it it's pretty much universal axiom that all men have stronger sexual desires than women. Of course you always have your exceptions but if asked which gender thinks about sex more, desires sex more often, masturbates more frequently, and will even make sacrifices more willingly to acquire it; the answer is pretty much a no brainer. So sorry about that media this one really doesn’t have anyone to put at fault. Though I still question the skanks that run to the club just to hook-up, I guess this is just an inevitable truth we’ll have to live with :)

Geez my ass is so sore...noo not from that activity! Get your minds out of the gutter. But yea I pretty much did a few too many sets of lunges yesterday and now the lactic acid build up is there so now I am sore (wow I do remember something from hs bio:). But to stay positive I just remember the pay off, most likely to take the form of killer pair of jeans that seem like they were made for you and your ass. Then there is the knowing that some is checking you out from behind, no other feeling quite like it. So I guess ironically in the end my sore bum brings me joy *breaks out in halleluiah chorus*. hehe well off to study 'til later adieu

I knew I was gonna have one of these sooner or later but here it is my bitch entry...

Recently a fellow blogger wrote an entry where he referred to Africa as "a country". There are many things that piss me off but whether it be an honest mistake (which seemed to be the case this time) or just overt ignorance this issue really pushes my buttons. But instead of rambling on and on I'll leave you with the comment I left and call it a day.

My comment:

whoa buddy, last time I checked Africa was a continent not a country, there's a big difference. It is home to over 50 independent countries and island nations and even within these lies peoples of different cultures, religions, clans, and languages, so you can see how calling it a country is a very tragic and degrading statement. Though I'm not trying to attack you. Much of American society has done a pretty good job at amalgamating our image of Africa to the misconception of a country including the place you visited where "African goods" were sold. Well I'm getting off of my pedestal. Anyway hope you had fun :)

 I think I got my point across without being too much of a bitch so mission accomplished . Now just to convince the kid next to me to turn down his head phones