Rant: sitting at school waiting to make yet another request for transcripts. I hate my school, and I hate the people who work in this office. The last time I requested transcripts the Records lady gave me a ton of attitude and acted pit out because I was requesting more than one. Hey Lady, you have to deal with this for 10 min....I have to deal with it for the next 3 months. It's not like it's your JOB or anything. So shut the fuck up and process my forms. The worst part is I can't ask her what her problem is....she's the bitch mailing my transcripts so I have to be fake sweet. Rant: drunk drivers. Y'all blow.
Rant: Moving. It just sucks. I want to set most things on fire and start over. Rave: The boy and I are getting pretty damn serious. I feel completely great about this, unlike previous relationships where I felt smothered or trapped. Rave: We were having some beers at a local pub and this older guy comes up and waxes poetic about how obvious it is we are in love and how nice it is to see. AAAWWWW, and I didn't even want to throw up...
Rant: Yesterday was easily one of the worst days of my life. Short story: I went down to my hometown to visit a buddy who was home for a couple days and we hit the bars- hard. We went back to my place and in his blackout state ended up shitting on my parents' kitchen floor (no joke) and puking on a coffee table and some books. My parents discovered it first. He's had a history of doing ridiculously stupid shit after drinking and we (me and my mother, who is a school counselor) confronted him on his problem. It was easily one of the most uncomfortable things I've ever done. Rave: He's doing well now and has decided to make some real changes to his lifestyle and will be seeking guidance. It's actually a good thing it happened at my place... otherwise nothing would have happened. Rant: I still can't get it off my mind. I've been talking with him and while I'm hopeful the future will be good, shit still happened (ha) and yesterday was very difficult for everyone involved. Rave: The girlfriend is turning 21 tomorrow. I've got the birthday gifts figured out, but ladies on the board: Any good suggestions for what to include in a care package before her semester starts? Rave: A rifle followed me home. I've paid for three guns now with money I made from my little business. It's nice to have a self-sustaining hobby.
Same. Pissed that I couldn't go this year, but 2011 lineup is just as fantastic. CAn't wait Secondary rave: Online ticketing system that can actually handle the traffic and not crash!
Rant... Rave?: You beautiful, evil bastards. KFC has a new sandwich available in some stores. It's called The The Skinwhich. 5 layers of skin, bacon, cheese, on a bun. I think I must have it. Just once. Just a tiny taste and the next thing I know I'll be spiking it into my veins. This is disgusting in every way, but the goddamn skin is the best part. Rave: Lipitor. Edit: GODDAMMIT, it's a hoax. Toy with my fucking emotions. Go ahead.
Rave: Dr. Frylock's evil plan is falling into place. Soon the we'll start seeing a rise in membership and the Advice Board will be bombarded with blazingly retarded questions.
RAVE: Today is my twenty-second birthday. It started out a lot better than my twenty-first. Slept in, had a pleasant day at school with lots of birthday wishes, free dinner at a restaurant I used to work at. All pretty good. RANT, RANT, motherfucking RANT: That is, until some cocksucker in a fucking truck broadsided my little Honda so hard, I slammed into the curb and spun about a hundred degrees. Oh, and my front passenger tire was completely ripped off. It ended up under the truck. My drive shaft was lying in the middle of the road. Fluids were gushing from the engine like a waterfall. A little more RANT on top of that: I got cited. For what? Failure to yield. Because I was turning left onto a side street and I got hit. Even though the other two lanes had stopped to let me through the intersection. Even though the other driver was going 45 towards a red light less than a hundred feet away, and I was going 10. Even though they HAD to have seen me because they hit my rear quarter panel right at the bumper (I was already halfway onto the side street). Even though the kid driving had a fucking cast on his right leg, and so theoretically had a lessened reaction time. Fuck Cobb County ordinance. The final RANT: So there goes the $800 in maintenance costs that I've put into the car since March for new brakes, rotors, calipers, spark plugs, and God knows whatever else. Possibly gone as well is the $1100 I dropped on new wheels, tires, a head unit, and front speakers in April. Happy fucking birthday to me. FUCK.
Rant- Summer is going far to quick and I have only done 1/3 of what I had planned to do. I still need to go fishing, camping and leave the province..., ...I have a feeling I might end up getting to do 1 of those things tops. Rant- I just found out my last ditch desperate plea for an extended weekend that would have started tomorrow, has been denied. Rave- I used my vacation days to make every weekend in September a long weekend and then took the last week completely off to hang out with my best friend who is coming back here to stay for a few months. Rave- The weather here is pretty amazing in September and the beaches/lakes far less crowded. Rant/Rave? I have lost 12 pounds since May. I don't have many spare pounds to begin with and even though its not unusual for me to lose a few during the summer since I am way more active, its starting to be a bit much. edit- arrgh, spelling, grammer, sense.
Rave: Knocked off work early, have tomorrow off and don't have to do this fucking ridiculous parade on the weekend or any of the preceeding drill practice. Rave: Good mate is up tomorrow so we can get to drinking. Rave: Cricket season. It begins. Rant Body hates me so much and is refusing to co-operate.
Rant/Rave: Not moving after all. Sucks because I wanted out of this town but im happy I dont have to wonder every day if my friend is gonna bail on me. Rave: Started working out again feels great. I need to go talk to someone about going to school next. Rant: Summer is almost over I can feel it Rave: Summer may be ending but Snowboarding season is about to begin. Shasta here I come!
Rant: After some thought over the years and now reading the pube posts in the 'Does Size Matter' thread, I'm pretty sure I'm finally going to try to trim down there. Now, I'm 20 (not yet sexually active, but I'm going to try to change that shortly) and gave myself a shitty trim twice in high school with scissors, which of course was itchy as fuck and a big mistake. I'm ranting because even after reading online how to shave down there, I still am befuddled as to how the fuck I'm supposed to put a razor to my shaft and balls without cutting myself to shit. I've never used a real razor before, always used electric for my face. I got a Gillette fusion razor and hydra gel kit in the mail randomly for a birthday, so I'm probably going to try that. I figure I'll trim down with scissors, maybe some more with the electric razor, and finish off with the actual blade. Anyone have any suggestions regarding the process as well as preventing insane discomfort afterward? I guess this is more of an advice post than a rant but that's better than actually making an advice thread about shaving your junk.
RAVE: I don't have any advice for you, but I did happen to realize that your post would make a great mad lib! RANT: There are pretty bad forest fires close to where I am right now (a few hundred kms North of Vancouver) and a strong wind just started up tonight. I think it's coming from the West, which is where the fires are... There's been smoke around here for the last few days that's been almost like fog, hopefully I don't have to evacuate or something stupid like that.
Rave: Getting out of here at 1:00 and going to VA Beach for the weekend to visit some friends. God, I need a vacation. I'm seriously looking forward to this. Rant: Started working out again. Did rows on Tuesday and felt really good afterwards. Now, it feels like a biker gang went at my lower back with pool cues. It'll be good to build my strength back up, but the road there is going to be rough. Rave: Aleve
Rave: It's my oldest daughters sixth birthday today. Happy Birthday Sammi!! Rant: It's my oldest daughters sixth birthday today. Where has the time gone? It seems like just yesterday I was getting married, nine years gone in the blink of an eye. It sucks getting old. Rave: My wife talked her in to going out to dinner at one of our local watering holes owned by some friends of ours. This means there will be beer and other assorted alcoholic beverages with which my wife and I can drown our sorrows about getting old while Sammi has her favorite grilled cheese sandwich.
Rave: For the first time it what feels like forever, I can say the following: I am happy. I can't think of a better rave.
Rave: Almost done moving out of my old apartment. It has gone quite smoothly, been getting all the little stuff out and now just have the big furniture. We are disassembling everything today to expedite the actual move this weekend. Rant: Lots of stuff is going to storage for a while. Rave: I'll live. I will still be saving a grand a month... Rant/Rave: My leasing office does NOT have a current lease for me, it expired in mid 2009. One of my many issues with them was that they kept asking me to reapply because they kept "losing" my new info (paystubs, socials, private info). So, I am not breaking ANY lease. There may be a "month to month" clause, but that is way cheaper than breaking the year lease I thought was in place. Any wisdom would be appreciated... Rave: While waiting to talk to the manager of the apartments, the boy and I were asked by an employee if we knew where to find the Comcast phone number. I replied "the internet" while the boy replied "1-800-COMCAST." It still took this person TWENTY MINUTES to comprehend either solution. Wow.
Rant: I think I need to stop drinking, and not in the "I just got drunk and am now hung over as fuck" drinker's remorse sort of way. Even when I'm sober I have a bit of a temper and weird shit can set me off, and when I get drunk, I get even more unstable. As last night demonstrated, I can go from having a great time to being a god damn psychopath in a matter of seconds when the wrong thing is said, and when I'm drunk, I don't have that filter saying that whatever I'm about to do is probably a bad idea. What's worse is that even when I say I'm just going to have a few beers, I wind up getting blackout. Even if the anger doesn't arrive, it still makes me feel like an idiot because I honestly don't intend to do it and don't enjoy it; it just sort of happens. As much as I enjoy getting hammered and having a good time, I think from here on out it may be best if I stop having anything to do with alcohol. I have an inability to pace myself or stop myself from going past my limits, and that coupled with increasing instability in my moods means I probably need to cut it all out, even though saying it makes me feel like an idiot that just can't handle myself. Given a choice though, I think I'd rather feel like an idiot that needs to have none to avoid having it all than feel like a piece of shit when I wake up and hear about things I don't even remember doing or saying to people I care about. Putting all that into words just helped me make my choice. We'll see how long it lasts, but as of now, I'm done. End emo rant.