Bro... Brah?

So I've started talking ridiculously at the gym with my gym partner.  It's actually quite funny when I cheer him on and ALWAYS refer to him as 'bro' (brah).  Then I say something ridiculous to one of my girlfriends I went to the gym with this weekend like: "If I'm getting a boner, does that make me gay brah?" Hahaha.... ahhhh.... good times.  When I was waiting for a bicep curl machine, I eventually lost my patience with the guy that had been on it for ten minutes, 90% of which was him just sitting there toggling through his ipod, and I asked him if I could work in with him (something I really do not like doing).  He said, "sure bro".  Then said, "is that weight good bro?" .... I answered him with similar 'bro' sentences.  I found it quite amusing how we acted like we knew each other. Also, I decided I love talking that way in the gym.  Normally it annoys the f**k out of me when guys call me 'bro'... a TOTAL turn off.  It's actually as annoying as white guys who call you 'papi' (soooo gross) and guys who say "I love you" as you're doing them... ugh.  I love the comrodery I feel with guys... and all because of that word.  The gym is the ONLY place I want to hear it though... it actually makes me laugh sometimes when I use it.  Maybe I'll find a gym partner who lives closer to me soon.  That's my main goal right now...

Awwww

So I was talking to my sister about how a man should be treated... all people, really.  When she went back to her house with my younger sister they started talking about what I had said.... my elder sister came to the conclusion that she was wrong to be so volatile with her husband.  My younger sister of course told me this when she was getting ready to go back to her dorm.  She told me that she's thought about her life and she realized that I had been her main father figure- teaching her wrong from right, how to be civil yet hold steady to your beliefs... she said other things along those lines, but I don't remember.  I thought it was quite funny that she would come to this conclusion because I had always felt like her father.  I remember when our family lived together that my mother and/or my sister would come to me when in a dilemna and see what I thought of it, and then one would say something along the lines of, "SEE!  Fabio says it's ok." OR "Oh, well, Fabio says it's not right, so sorry Mom".  Then when she lived with me for a few months and it was just her and I, I had to ground her a few times... it was quite weird, and she cried, but she respected it.  She later thanked me for always steering her in the right direction... it was very sweet.  It made me feel like I had already done something good in life.... though I have A TON of things I want to accomplish.  Too many, maybe. 

I am a pregnant lady

Lately I've been letting go of things and am starting to become more mellow.  I no longer care if I get a B in a course.  I am not really doing so well in one of my courses.... but I don't really care.  It won't be the end of the world and I'm not going to get myself worked up about it like I always do.  For example, instead of studying this week, on three occasions I have decided to go sing kareoke.  I don't want to tickle my own pickle... but I do a mean Jim Morrison :)

Also, it's ok to have gay friends.  Just don't watch movies with them on your couch.  Sounds innocent enough... but 100% of the time, they WILL make a move... and most of the time, you'll like it.  My friend Emily always joked around about how this is how I always crossed the line when I didn't really care to. 

In more important news- tugging or petting on my beard during, before, or after making out has become a norm for people I kiss (there have only been a couple the last few months).  I find it odd... but I guess I shouldn't since I touch it a lot too.  My friends and random girls from school even touch it now and I guess I now know how pregnant ladies feel when strangers feel the need to touch their bellies.  I don't really mind it because I have met some pretty cool people... but if I'm not ready for it, it scares me half to death when I see a strangers hand going at my face.  I've actually began chewing on it during class and leaving my pencil in it while I think and play around with my calculator.... I forget I do these things and when classmates start laughing randomly I get confused.  A guy from one of my classes even wants to start a Beard War.  I told him, it's on!  Though his beard is light colored and creeps me out a bit.  I kind of wish he was gay just so we could have beard kisses. Hahaha... ahhhh.  Eventually I'll have to shave it... it's already a bit ridiculous.  Before I do that I'm going to dye 2/3 of it white and my mohawk a red/orange color.  I'll do it this weekend and then find how to put it up as my blog pic. 

Now I'm off to practice my part in B52s "Private Idaho"....