The Aroma of Va-Ja-Ja

What I have noticed through my adventures of being single, and beiong in a relationship and back again is that more females are attracted to you when you are dating someone.  I want to get to the bottom of why?  Yes, I have posted before posing this question, now I have a proposed answer.  Of course my thoughts are both Fruedian driven, and is incorrectly backed by Darwinism.  

It is already known that scents can help cause sexual attraction,  and if you don't believe me trust some scholars, K. Grammer, B. Fink, N. Neave, R. Thornhill, and there are some others (don't feel like bithering through Google Scholar).  But which sent is the culprit?  The scholars call it the pheromone, but I think it is something else.  I blame it on the smell of the female reproductive organ.

I think there is an aroma that is emitted from the lower region of a female, and not one that stinks like the toilet, that stains a male's clothes for (excuse the language) hoes to pick up on.  When you are single, count the number of females that flirt with you.  Then get into a relationship, and count the women who hit on you.  You'll end up with a skewed distribution, with the relationship hits much higher. 

Some how, against all odds, when your one and only is in deep passion for you, she leaves a scented mark of likeable for others to track you down.  This would explain why males would take advantage of this.  If you are being bombarded by so much temptation, that your girlfriend marked you with, why fight it?  Just join in.  The smart man plays with the hand he is delt, and females set their man up for failure.  Sure one could say he is being tested to see whether he is a upstanding mate for his woman, but of course, as I'm going to vouch for my guys, the women are out to get us.  They are diabolical creatures.  Whether testing or tempting, each has a key part to take the man down.

The aroma of the women's trade mark is very powerful; men: beware of this aroma when you have become a boyfriend, women: you are horrible for setting men up for failure with your secret aroma.

Some how I'm Keeping it Consistent.....Every Other Day: Project 365 (9-10/365)

I'm not good at posting my pictures everyday, but I seem great at posting every other day.  It's probably because I have a life every other day.

Day 9

A picture of me during Easter, though it was hot and that shirt came off quickly.  But as you see, I am sporting the new sling from the Miami hospital.  The other thing I'm sporting is the new hat and kicks from yesterday's post or two 

days ago, as well as a new outfit.  For right now, no one really c

ares.  I just decided to have fun with the most respectable picture from Easter.  That and it was the easiest to mess with.....no homo.  Anyways it was a lazy day of eggs and movies.  Not so much of rabbits, and I got lucky by not having a special guest appearence of Zombie Jesus.  Easter was a good day, mainly cause I got lots and lots of candy, and had a very lazy day.

Day 10 (Yay Double Digits)

So today was back to the books.  But today is also the tenth day of me keeping up with Project 365, so I'm semi-proud of myself.  Today's photos aren't anything special, unfortunately. I was waiting

 for one of the worst English classes from one of the worst English teachers around.  I won't ***** about him though, he'd ruin my half-*** celebration of day ten for Project 365.  I'm surprised that I actually go out of my way to think of pictures to take, which was one of my fears when I started this project.

Here's some conclusion that will not tie anything together, and it will not finish this post successfully, because I don't want it to.  I did notice that I'm digging the new fydor hat, might wear it all week, maybe not we shall find out.......

Happy Zombie Jesus Day!!!!!

It is the day of celebration of when Jesus rose from the dead.  This is known to many as Easter, but it is also known as Zombie Jesus Day, because Jesus rose from the dead.  Easter Sunday is always held two days after Good Friday and three days after Maundy Thursday, because it follows along the path of when Jesus died and was reborn (as a zombie) to walk out of his tomb miracuously.  To the die-hards of the Christian faith, Easter ends Lents and lasts forty to fifty days - depends who you argue with.  Now what I fail to understand is how you go from death and rebirth to a bunny that hides feminine colored eggs.

Easter was once simply a holiday to feast, as all great holidays start off - another Thanksgiving with a fancy name.  But soon it had its own mascot, Eostre, a goddess named after a month from the Germanic calendar.........no copy rights in the 8-900s.  Some where along the line, Easter's mascot became associated with hares and eggs.  Now how it does and why, I have not a clue, but even further down Eostre the Easter mascot changed into the Easter Bunny a half-naked white rabbit that scares young children and hides eggs.  Now Easter has become the day to go to church with your family, hunt for colored eggs that a rabbit stole and stashed away from you, then a feast.

My Thoughts on Easter (if they haven't already been put in):

Basically the candy companies have taken over Easter.  From Peeps, to candy Easter eggs, to the chocolate rabbits the candy franchises have cashed in every year.  The eggs just became a past time for people to do since Easter was a boring and kind of creepy holiday.  Come on, a holiday about the zombification of your savior, that could creep out many small children and some adults.  Some how the farmers who produce eggs said, "birth, re-birth: close enough," and brought eggs into the Easter equation.  At the same time, the mascot changed itself to a white rabbit that sits half-naked in it's throne in the mall. The only reason I can see the Easter bunny needing to be white, though I have ideas for changing that, is that if the Easter Bunny was brown or black the Easter Bunny would fit the stereotypes by stealing the rich white boy's eggs and stashing near by to come pick them up again.  Then Easter wouldn't be so innocent.  Then again, the Easter Bunny sitting in the malls is pretty menacing, scares many young kids, especially babies, being that it's probably the first costumed character without any pants on.  

Well Happy Easter or Happy Zombie Jesus Day which ever you prefer.

Project 365....Yes I Have Kept Up (7-8/365)

Unfortunately this surgery has left me with little time as I am trying to get through the pain, so R&R is my greatest featy of the last couple days.  Fortunately, I have been taking pictures, even oif I cannot post them up in a timely fashion.

Day 7

Well, yesterday I went to a resturant for the first time.  This resturant was Piccadilly.  The reason I cam

e out to Piccadilly was to meet up with my calculus class.  This really didn't end

 up being so, it was more of a social gathering between three people.  At least the food was good, even better my teacher had his better half on and paid for our meals.  So going over the calculus wasn't so bad, I'm probably getting bettered prepared being drugged up and not in the best condition to take a test.  I'll find out in May when I take that AP test, and more so later on in July.

I made it through a week, and to celebrate that I don't post up the picture on time, and at that the subject is absolutely boring.  Really, who cares about calculus and reads this blog?  Hope I didn't offend my nerd readers........

Day 8

Today I got a new pair of kicks along with a new hat to match.  So I decided to show off a bit.  To the left I have almost all of my hats, some were just too old, or too big to make the picture.  But included are the magic hat with the feather from this year's homecoming, the historic Barack Obama hat that everyone offers money up for, and my new fydor up in the top-right corner.  The picture to the left are the shoes I wear most often.  Depending on how tentative you are, you may notice that each pair contains different colors to match what I'm wearing.  Yes, that does makes me sound like a female. 

Bringing myself back up to date, hopfully, tomorrow, I will post my picture up tomorrow and not Monday.  Here's to the hope.

Project 365 (5-6/365)

Though I had the surgery yesterday, I was still in search of pictures for Project 365.

Day 5 (Yesterday's)

On my way to await surgery, driving down to MIA early in the morning, just after 6 A.M.  What's cool is that you can see the reflections of the light poles on the other side of I-95, and the city lig

hts as the sun rises to greet the city.  Just a cool picture from the iPhone.

This is right before going into surgery.  Literally two or thr

ee minutes after I took this picture and gave up the phone I passed out on the to have

 my shoulder fixed.  If you look close you can see where the nurse had a tough time trying to stick the IV in, she finally threaded the IV the second time.  But of course as it was going in and coming out (no pun intended) I could feel the plastic piece in my vein, which didn't help at all since I absolutely hate needles.

Day 6 (Today's)

You can see plainly where the doctor had fun.  These are three of five insicions in my shoulder - delectable aren't they?  Closed up by staples, I forsee them being an uuber amount of fun to be taken out.  At least the scaring won't be bad, only sets of dots around five lines on my arm.

These have truly become my best friends.  They all help to the end objective for the moment: ease the pain of my shoulder.  The couch helps alliviate some of the pressure from my hanging arm - the sling really isn't all that helpful.  The peas are my ice bag that conforms and doesn't melt, altogether I have four of them to switch between, and they have helped with the swelling.  Lastly, the pills.  My biggest complaint today was not being able to take the full dosage, I'm fine with the recommended dose, it's when my mother goes estrange and only lets me get one!  The pain is really that serious, bad thing is these bad boys make me loopy.  Good thing it's Spring Break.

Well the last two days have been about this awful shoulder of mine, hoping it gets better soon.  Gotta find something for tomorrow........

Posting With One Hand

Yesterday I went in for surgery on my shoulder - pictures still to come - and now I must type with a single hand.  This makes everything slower.  So the overall effect of this is excruciating pain in my shoulder without any of the pain killers, then the pain killers make me loopy, so at the moment I'm typing with many errors and I am backspacing quite a bit.  Hopfully most of the pain will subside before Monday or I'll be a pretty pissed off one-handed driver, that'll be going at the speed of the turtles and old folks.  There are a couple of other issues with this, but I don't care to mention.  But I will show off the staples in my shoulder........sooner or later.

Do We Walk in the Homeless' House??

While being in Miami tonight, there were - and still are - many homeless that walk, eat, sleep, and live within the streets.  Not the type of go run around from person to person selling drugs.  But watching people walk by holding out an empty cup asking for change.

Anyways, My mother and I saw some guy peeing onto a building, and of course as the teenager I am, I bust out laughing.  She tells me, "Well technically we are in his house."  Could this be true?

According to Merriam-Webster home is one's place of residence, and a house is a building that serves as a living quarters for one or a few families.  So really we all intrude in some hobo's home, but not his or her house.  Similarly we shar

e the same home with a hobo, even if they don't have a problem peeing on the side of a building.  Or perhaps, the guy was marking his territory like a dog would, but that's improbable.

Another thought: If home is where the heart is, and your heart is in the streets, does that make you homeless?