Rant: Being jobless is really starting to SUCK. I'm fucking poor, I'm bored as hell, and I don't see my job situation improving anytime soon. Fuck. This. Shit. Rave: Still enjoying marathon masturbation sessions daily. RANT: THIS IS THE ONLY BRIGHT SPOT IN MY LIFE. And I think my right wrist is rebelling--I swear I had a wrist cramps followed by a wrist seizure earlier today. Rave: I have a wrist brace in a box somewhere, and allllllll day tomorrow to find it. Bring it on, Righty.
Rant: I have to meet with one of the deans of undergraduate studies to "discuss strategies to improve my academic performance." I have an F because I lost fifteen points on the only paper we've had all semester for turning it in late. Rave: I'm getting A's in the other classes with minimal effort.
Rant? Rave?: My friend, after hearing about all the different countries I lived in as a kid, has decided that of my muddled accent I sound mostly Irish. Rant: I've never even been to Ireland. Rave: Reading Ashley Montagu. Feck. Not only are the rationalizations we use to explain our actions only half true at best, but we are perfectly well aware of the fact even if we won't consciously acknowledge even to ourselves the fact? Damn straight. But it calls into question the true motivation behind any action we undertake beyond the most simple and easy to explain by primal urge. If I can't understand the reasons why I do the things I do and make the decisions I make, then how can I understand anything at all? Is everything I do a sum of primal basic desires that I can't consciously admit so I fabricate some notion of high level thinking to explain away a simple inexplicable preference? And how can I have a preference or formula of thinking without realizing I have a preference or formula of thinking? And then how do you apply this newfound understanding to practical argument? You can't exactly argue "Your expressed position on this issue is false, your rationalizations of your thinking are merely means to convince yourself that despite the cognitive dissonance between your belief in being a moral and good person and the ends of your opinions being immoral and bad actions, the reasoning behind the actions makes the ends moral and good and therefore you can dispel the cognitive dissonance. This means your argument is no more than a self-justification and not a logical support for said opinion." unless the person is not only aware that this is the case, but is also willing to admit not only to themselves that this is the case, but also to someone else that this is the case. This is the reason the old Advice Board was what it was. This robot would like to learn the nitty gritty of his own programming, if that's not too much trouble, but pondering the madness of one's own madness is maddening. Rant: I want a beer and have none. Rant: Fuck towns with excessive AARP demographics and their ordinances that all commercial venues must close no later than midnight.
Rave: Elections are over, which means that there will be no more retarded mud-slinging commercials. No more, "Chris Christie tops his salads with dressing made from kitten faces", or "Chris Christie punched your mother in the stomach when she was pregnant with you." Rave: Hanging out with the blind guy again today. If I was blind, I'd be fucked. This guy navigates New York City in complete darkness. Pretty inspiring.
RANT: I work with the mentally disabled. One of my clients is probably going to die today. I want to aggressively fist fuck alzheimer's.
Rave: I'm at work at a hospital in tha post-OP ward, the radio's on and the song "Another One Bites the Dust" is playing. Awesome.
Rant: I have gotten 8 1/2 hours of sleep total in the past 3 days. Rave: I am now drinking beers. At 1pm on Wednesday. I still have 3 more classes to go to. This is fucking awesome. Hopefully they will help me fall into a state of deep unconsciousness for a few hours. Rave: Absolutely nothing to do tonight. I can't wait to relax and watch movies all night and figure out what my roommates have been up to for the past 3 days while I was living in the library. I've been needing a night off for so long, and this will be my last one for another couple weeks, so I'm definitely going to enjoy every second of it.
Informative Rave: Wondering what happened to Rudius Media? Dr. Rob fills us in over at the new Shrink Talk website.
Rant: I was hungover and decided it was a smart decision to drink some chocolate milk. Half an hour later I am violently puking out the chocolate milk with a lot coming out my nose. Every time I breath now I smell vomity chocolate.
RAVE: It's 6:47 pm and I'm wasted! Yay for happy hour! RANT: I went out with my favorite ex and drank 60 minute ipa interspersed with carbombs because the ex-fiancee, after four years, emailed me today. To my work account. So he had to have googled me. FUCK! RANT: What am I supposed to do with that. . .when I'm finally (mostly) over him? What the hell was that about? Damn it! RANT: This is when I don't like boys. Well, that and when they're textbook sociopaths, but that's a different story. RAVE: Sushi.
Rave: Office party today to celebrate the launch of our game. A week late, but whatever. Open bar. Harpoon Leviathan on tap. Bacon-wrapped scallops. Buffalo wings. Pool table. Yes, I had a good time.
My disdain for my family has been growing by leaps and bounds the past few days. First my step mother of the past 26 years shows up here on Monday and announces to me she's selling MY property. Woah, woah, woah, wait a minute here....my father and I bought that property together and put it into a family trust so it would belong to the family forever. Her response? Well, he built a house on the property with "Our" money. "Our" money indeed. She's never worked one day in the 26 years I've known her. She wants to sell off the property that belonged to my granddaddy, that my father and I bought back together and put in a trust so it could stay in our family forever. Sadly the lawyer who drew up the trust may have actually made this possible for her to do. There is a provision in the trust that the surviving spouse gets control of the trust but can only spend a reasonable amount. She's blown through over $200K in liquid assets in the 2 years and 7 days since my father passed away. That is far from fucking reasonable. Long story short, put everything in your name. I learned that the hard way with an ex and got taken for a ride, I thought I could trust my own family, but that's obviously not the case. Fuck. I'm going to have to get lawyers involved and they're going to end up with most of the money. I'm going to end up having to go back to work and that really pisses me off that I have to work so she can have diamonds on every Goddamn finger. Rant Duex: When you are young your birthday is a great magical day when people proclaim it "Your day." There are parties, balloons, cards, and well wishes. By the time you reach my age, you really don't give a fuck. It just means you're another year older and closer to death. It would be nice if someone fucking remembered it though and wished you a Happy Birthday. I don't mind the family that isn't here forgetting, that's understandable. But when my step mother and 20 year old niece are staying on my property and inform me they are going out to dinner after they've treated me like the hired help all fucking day? Oh hell fucking no. If that house wasn't the last thing my father created I would burn it to the fucking ground and just be done with all this bullshit. Happy fucking birthday to me.
Rave: Booked the rest of my get-out-of-Vancouver-for-the-Olympics trip to Europe. Stockholm, Riga, Berlin, Budapest, London, Leeds (family visit), Brussels, Amsterdam, Reykjavik. I'm hyped.
Rant: ever have a 2-day migraine that hurts so bad you can't see straight? That you try to drown into oblivion with alcohol? That your teeth even hurt to the point you swill Ambesol in them to control at least one point of pain? I'm two days on vikes that I should NEVER take due to a ridiculously low tolerance for drugs. Seriously, I would cry right now if I didn't know it would only make the pain worse. Rave: not still being banned for being un unbelievablke dickbag from drunken, drugged pain, the night before. How anyone has put up w/my shit the last 2 days is beyond me. Luckily, Chater is a phenominal admin...and not carrying over the crap from the "last place." Rather than chastise me for being an insufferable cunt, he actually asked me "what's wrong?" I'm such a dick when I'm hurting. My apologies for being offensive. But CHRIST I'm in pain. Icepick to the temple? Yes, please. Last edit: bowled a 500+ series tonight so I had that going for me. I had to wear my glasses (!) To see the pins but I made them my bitches tonight.
Rant: Buying a brand new phone only 2 weeks into use and already having a vertical strip of pixels die out on me. FUCK I don't want to drive 45 minutes both ways to hopefully get a new phone. Rave: But its covered by warranty! YIPPEE!