Rave: Met the hot girl in my music class I've been checking out all semester. Turns out she's my roommates cousin and cool as shit to boot. We talked all night and had some drinks. She seems interested. We'll see what goes on. It is SO good to be back in school.
RAVE: I've just been smoking pot and watching Olympic hockey alllll day. Russia/Latvia is in the third now... Those Russians are deadly. Can't fucking wait for semi-finals/finals.
Rant / Rave: Saw the most outrageously gay dude ever. His rat dog (chiwahwah) had three jeweled collars on. And its nails were painted the same vibrant blue as his. I was stuck in line behind him for five minutes, and he wouldn't shut up the entire time. Rant: Some old persian man came in and threw a hissy fit at the dude working the register when I was next in line, delaying me. He was upset that he left a bag and wasn't reminded to leave with it / chased out of the store to be given it... Because he shouldn't be responsible for remembering to take his two bags when leaving.
Rant: Stupid time of the month... Rave: Filled out the registration for the local motorcycle show! Rant: I have to clean my bike really good to get it ready for the motorcycle show.
Rant: Had to watch Slumdog Millionaire in my elective class. It was my ~5th time watching it. Rave: The Paper Planes scene is still amazing. Rave: Almost done convincing my girlfriend to post her boobies here.
Rave: Interviewed with for a new position with a new first seargent today. Rave: Nailed the interview. Rant: Had 32 seconds to prepare. Rave: 2 months left in this deployment, cold beer, hot women and, hot wings soon.
Rave: sitting in thre airport waiting to go home! The guy at security looked my license for about a full minute. Not sure why. Saw Sarah Palin on a magazine cover. As retarded as she is, I think I'd fuck the smart into her. Why do people always dress so nicely to fly? It doesn't make sense to me. I'm wearing a t-shirt, jeans, flip-flops and a hoodie. Rant: I guess no foam means extra foam. Thanks retards. There's a fucking south florida douche bag, self importantly, talking loudly on his phone as if anyone in the terminal really gives a shit. I would tackle him but tsa frowns on such behavior. I really hate Florida but that's where the fam lives.
Rant: This week has been very busy because Thursday is my last day. All of a sudden, I've had a billion things to clean up. Rave: Down to my last three tasks, the biggest of which remains is about an hour away from being finished. So now I get to slow down and take it easy today and tomorrow morning. Rave: My work is having a lunch for me tomorrow to send me off. Rave: Tomorrow is my last day of work. Rant: In a way, it's the end of an era in my life and a bit sad. Rave: I need a change, and I think this one is going to be a very good one for me.
Rave I've officially become the Joe Buck of Junior A Hockey in Canada. I'm getting ripped to shreds from another team's fan-base for being 'classless,' and for being too much of a 'homer' when it comes to hockey and the league that I cover. Our hockey league has it's own message board, and after this past weekend, the team that I call games is getting roasted on this forum. We lost two games over the weekend, but after Saturday's game a huge brawl ensued, one where some of our players were swinging their sticks at fans, and doing their best to defend themselves from some outrageous fans. It was like a scene from Slapshot and I got to call the action on the radio. However, after the game. Some fans from the winning team were yelling curse words up at me while I was trying to finish up my post-game show, so I promptly went to commercial. I didn't want any bad language to make it's way onto the air, so once the ads were running, I simply ignored the heckling by checking scores on my blackberry and laughing quietly to myself. According to a poster on the league forum, I'm too concerned with my blackberry to do my job, and that I'm the worst broadcaster in the league. This coming from a guy who didn't even hear my broadcast because he was watching the game live! Why is this a rave? It means that I've arrived as a sportscaster. I know that I'll never be able to please everybody, and the fact that somebody feels that strongly about me to publicly 'roast' me on a public forum is kind of neat. The fact is, that it's only going to get worse as I get deeper into this business. I feels good to be 'thick-skinned' enough to not let something like that effect me in a negative way. Now I just hope we meet that team in the playoffs, and then we'll see what's up. You know?
Rant: I started working at the office of our companies other site this week (Technically different companies, but they sister companies that are pretty closely melded). Monday and Tuesday blew ass because I basically had to sit in an uncomfortable chair in a small office and listen to a conference call about installing and configuring new software. Rave: Today is a little better though. I finally got my own desk so that I can get back to reading the TiB and doing some programming and whatnot. Also, the drive is shorter and I am actually in the city instead of bumfuck nowhere. That means that my options for lunch went from a mom & pop diner and a subway inside of a gas station to all kinds of awesome restaurants that are all over downtown. Rant: The majority of my work for the next couple of weeks is going to be mind numbing data entry. I understand that its gotta be done and I'm really the only one that understands the software well enough to do it, but Fuck...I wanna be programming. Rave: The office is super quite, apparently everyone is in some meeting that I didn't know about. That most likely means that it doesn't concern me, so I'm gonna blow a couple hours catching up on my TiB reading. Rave: Umphrey's McGee is fucking amazing.
Rant: I have 8 chapters to read by tomorrow morning. Rant: I have no clue where I'm going to live this summer or how I'm going to make money. Rave: At least there is some eye candy in the library. Rave: Thank you Pandora, for knowing what to play, so I don't have to think about putting together a playlist.
Rave: Got free tickets to see Rage Against The Machine play in london in June! Was a bit stressful getting them, spending over an hour constantly refreshing the page in the vain hope that I would get through to the right page in time before I had to go to work, but the gods were smiling on me and I got the tickets minutes before getting picked up, the relief was tremendous. It's just a shame that tickets were allocated on a lottery basis and as such, a few of my friends who tried didn't have the same luck as me, though a fair few of my friends managed to get their hands on the tickets. Rave: got my costume sorted for my girlfriends friends birthday, the theme is space so I chose the most conservative option, Stephen Hawking. I've got the wheelchair, the tweed jacket (with leather patches on the elbows) and glasses. All that is missing is a speak and spell, or stealing someones iphone and putting the autotune app on and speaking through that. The awesome thing is, no matter how drunk I get, I will always have a seat and if i start dribbling, it will look like I'm just in character..
RANT/RAVE: Got in a legit fist fight last night for the first time since I can remember. In the middle of International Dr., as in the middle of 6 lanes of traffic. RAVE: Won. Only scratch I got was a bloody knuckle. RAVE: No arrests were made. RAVE: At 27 years of age, I'd forgotten how much I love to fight. Karate place around the corner or MMA gym on my way to work might be worth checking out. RAVE: Flogging Molly FUCKING ROCKED! Spoiler
Rant: The Cymbalta is still giving me side effects, and the worst one is that I can't cum. The nastiest hardcore porn and ten minutes of alone time, and my dick just yawned at it. This shit better go away soon, or I'm going off it. Rant/Rave: Watched Antichrist by Lars Von Trier last night (which has only just been released here). That's some heavy shit there, on all levels.
Rave: Ran into him again while walking to the library. He remembered me from that night and called me over to hang out and chat. I should probably clear up that this guy goes by the name of "Pirate" and wears an eyepatch, a black jacket, and a skull and crossbones black wool hat, and he likes to act the part growling at passers by and making sailing jokes to anyone who'll listen. He's one of the most extroverted and social hobos around here. Anyway I got chatting to him for a while, he told me about how I was big and tall just like his brother, and how sad he was that his brother was dead, he told me how he hadn't gotten laid in 20 years, and I said "Really? Just tell some girl 'Hey, need someone to shiver yer timbers?'" he laughed his crazy laugh. I also showed a video of him on YouTube to my friend in Louisiana. She now wants to come all the way out just to visit him. I told him this and he told me that one time these two women from England told him that they'd flown all the way out here just to meet him, but he didn't get laid. I gave him the rest of a bag of M&M's I was eating and said goodbye. Anyway, here's that video. Rave: It's been a pretty weird day.