RANT: 150kph winds due to hit within the next few hours. Almost a guaranteed power or Internet outage.
Rant: I am getting frustrated to tears, and I know my poor daddy is too. In the town he grew up in, about an hour north of here, my dad owns his childhood home and his deceased aunt's old house. He spends an awful lot of time keeping up these old country homes and their property, and over the past couple years, his old house has been hit multiple times with a variety of crimes. A couple years ago, the house was almost burned down. Origin? His old bed. Drug addicts were probably hanging out there. A couple months ago, someone ripped the water meter off the house in search of copper piping, which resulted in water flowing freely from a large pipe. We didn't discover it for a couple of weeks. About a month after that, we discover that someone was in search more copper, this time in the house's wiring. They broke in and ripped ALL of the wiring out, straight through the sheet rock, from the floors to the ceilings. Today, my 2 aunts are in town and they went up to survey the property. They find a young hooligan in the garage and several key objects missing, such as the old washer and drier. I'm sure people have rummaged around our property many more times that we haven't discovered, too. The thing is, the police in that area are corrupt as hell and have not been helpful in the least. In the case of the really catastrophic house fire, they came and took fingerprints (there was a clear full handprint on one of the windows) and NOTHING came of it. Nothing. We know the Mobile County sheriff, and a couple men on the Mobile police force, so my mom contacted them to figure out what the fuck is going on. Apparently it's pretty well known that Mt. Vernon police are a bunch of useless fuckups and they told us to contact the Creola police instead. This whole thing is heartbreaking. My dad works really hard to preserve his childhood home and ghetto thugs are taking anything that they can get their paws on. When the house was firedamaged, he went in there and fixed everything himself (with our help, of course). It took us a couple years to clean up all the walls, floors, and objects, but we did it together. As soon as he finishes one project, more shit is torn up.
Rave: Finally found a place to live. Rant: Slightly inconvenient. I hate taking buses. ?: Roommates are both blonde chicks. Isn't this how porn movies start? ???: I live in Brighton?
???: I no longer live in Brighton. I definitely prefer the rural life, but I'll be damned if being within walking distance of very good restaurants and bars wasn't awesome.
RANT: I've been coughing all day and it sucks. I hate being sick. RAVE: I'm getting over it I think. RAVE: Trivia tonight.
RAVE I got to suck on a perfect set of D's last night, I mean we're talking an amazing set of tits. RANT Didn't get to fuck her, disappointing.
RANT/RAVE: I just solidified plans to camp in 2-degree weather (Fahrenheit for you wacky Canucks), wake up at 5 a.m., and climb Colorado's highest mountain via a 12-mile route with 5,000 feet of elevation gain. I must be fucking stupid.
Rant: Checkride tomorrow. It's my test of the aircraft and how to fly it. Rave: I can fly like a mother fucker. Rant: The brief isn't my strong point, but I've heard that the instructor I fly with is a great dude to have and asks a lot of situational questions. RAVE: AFTER I check tomorrow, I have an hour break, then I SOLO!!!!!!!
RANT/RAVE: Divorce will be final May 31. Even though I initiated it and I know it's right (many things in the previous few weeks made me realize this truly was the right thing to do) the realization hit me hard in the gut. I'm raving because at least it's done quick and both of us don't want to make this hard on the other. We still remain friendly, which I'm very thankful for.
Rave: Harrison Barnes drained that last second shot tonight. NOW TO GET DRUNK WITH KNOWLEDGE (off to the library, ouch.)
Rant: I don't even like the school, but Brandon Davies is suspended for the rest of the season from BYU's basketball team. His crime, he had sex with his girlfriend. Lets string him up. It is a good thing he didn't drink coffee too, that is also banned. Story
RAVE: Drunk. RANT: On a Wednesday. RAVE: On a Wednesday. EDIT RAVE: I have given a lot of you dingleberry-chewers rep tonight. Oops.
RAVE: Holy crap. I lost neither power nor internet with the latest round of windstorms, while almost 100,000 others did. This is practically unheard of. RAVE: Just went to get some milk about an hour ago. Had to dig out the chainsaw to remove a fallen tree from the road. God I love chainsaws.
RAVE Two more days until Spring break, and two more days until I leave for Atlanta. RANT Two midterms today. Calc III and Statics. I've been focusing on Calc and barely touched Statics. This isn't good. RANT I literally cannot understand what my Statics prof says. I don't want to sound too insensitive, but the Chinese accent coupled with not knowing how to teach, makes learning from him akin to slamming my head in a car door. I went to his office hours and left more confused. Not to mention he kept coughing on me. RAVE Might skip classes tomorrow and head to Stowe for some snowboarding.
Rave: I don't know how I did it, but I wrote an 18 page business plan overnight. Good enough for an A in class and to severely tempt me to use it as a template in the near future. Rant: Holy fuck I am tired already and work will be hell today. Too many sales leads to catch up on and samples to ship out. The other intern got a big-boy job last week (which the guys at my company found for him... they are genuinely nice people), but this means I get to do all of his work on top of mine. I am once again trying to fit 30-40 hours of work/week into 20. Yee-haw! Rave: Finally got to use the milling machine at the manufacturing facility last night and it was AWESOME. I was given 10 minutes of instruction and left to work for a few hours by myself.... and I didn't destroy anything in the process! Rant/rave: I'm 21 and would rather spend a night squaring up some blocks of wood with an old Bridgeport than go out to bars. Part of me feels very lame and unexciting, but the other half says fuck it! Progress!
Rave: Wife got her bonus this week. It's more than I'll make all year. She's buying me an iPad2 when they go on sale next week! Rant: Walgreen's wouldn't fill my prescription for "Charlie Sheen."
Rant: Microeconomics teacher is a dick. He gave our tests back, and told the class the highest score in the class was 90 (my score), and that the second highest score was 78, and no one else got above a 60. Now, in a normal class, that means all but two students failed. He, however, has a MASSIVE curve, so that 60 was actually a solid C. He then proceeded to spend 45 minutes absolutely reaming the class, saying the following things: First, he doesn't want to hear any bitching about low test scores, because he is a great teacher and offers extra help, and if you got a low test score, it is your fault for not studying enough/not doing any problems/not coming to class/not coming to his office hours. This was preemptive bitching because last semester, a student complained about their grade. Then, he switched tracks completely, and began to rant about how he is an economics teacher, and he shouldn't have to teach business majors, he should teach only economics majors. He talked about how economics majors are just better students and work harder than anyone else, and he hates that this university mixes the majors in their classes rather than having a class dedicated to just econ majors and one dedicated to non-econ majors. He then went on about how the only two people who did well were econ majors. It was at this point that I raised my hand. When he called on me, I told him that I scored the 90 on the exam, and that I am not an econ major or a business major, but rather I am an education major (the only one in the class). I then got up and told him I'd be back next week when he was done complaining, as I'd get more accomplished at home reading the book myself than listening to him bitch and moan. He looked utterly shocked, and I just walked out, fuming. Fuck that elitist prick. I'm not an econ or business major, I'm not even a math major or in math education, but I still scored the highest in the class, but his head was so far up his own ass he thought I had to be an econ major to do well in his class. Look, doing the work will get you a long way, and there is zero doubt in my mind that there are lazy assholes in that class who don't do shit. Hows about this, professor dick: let those people fail, or address them individually. This is college, not high school. They're paying a lot of money to be there, and if they fail, it is on them to retake the class and pay out the ass again. If they have questions, they can ask or go to office hours. You're not WRONG to be upset about lazy kids who don't do shit and then complain about grades. You ARE wrong to spend so much time preemptively yelling at a class and making broad generalizations that are incredibly insulting to half your class. Shut the fuck up and teach.
Rave: Marmot insulated hiking boots. My god I wish I knew how awesome these would be. Would have bought them years ago. Over 600 miles put on these bad boys since October and they're still the most comfortable footwear I own. I'll be sticking with Marmot for my spring/summer hikers too. Rave: Awesome day of skiing yesterday. Got 2" of fresh snow in 30 minutes at noon time which chased most people off the slopes leaving lots of fresh for me! Rave: Like clock-work as soon as I was done skiing customers started to call. With good news.
Rant: I'm about to go pretend I'm a feminist majority president in front of a class of 80 people. Tomorrow I get to wake up at 5am to student teach a bunch of kids I don't fucking care about. I have to take all these stupid fucking useless classes for my education major that make me want to kill myself. Good thing my school's psych department is severely underfunded and the only psychologists they hire are incompetent, apathetic, poorly trained morons. Good thing the suicide hotline is free, I want to just fucking shoot myself in the face.
Mardi Gras. It's hard to describe my childlike giddiness at this absurd holiday. I love Louisiana Catholics, only they could turn Lent into an excuse for the America's largest outdoor party.