Rave: New roster at work has me on a 2.5 hour shift from 8:30am to 11am. This seemed like an inconvenient waste of time. Being the optimist that I am, however, I realised it actually means I get to spend monday afternoon experimenting with the variety of alcohols in my liquor cabinet. Rave: Rave: I now like mondays.
RANT: Still having to go to class today despite the 20 degree weather and 3+inches of snow on the ground. I know that's not much for most of the country, but one of the fringe benefits of living in the Deep South (I got to Ole Miss) is that every time it even thinks about snowing, the entire city shuts down. Public high schools and elementary schools are closed, but the university has yet to. Pissed I still have to go to class. *grumble*
Rave: The girlfriend is gone for the week, visiting her parents which means a 'bachelor week' for this guy! My week is going to largely consist of me, sitting in my underwear watching the Olympics all while drinking lots of beer. Don't get me wrong, I love having her around, and it felt weird last night having a whole bed to myself, but I think weeks like this are healthy for a relationship. You need to give each other a chance to 'miss each other.' Rave: Alexandre Bilodeau!!! He's the first Canadian to ever win Gold on his home soil. I watched every second of the Free-Style Mogul competition, and I'm stoked that Bilodeau beat that Australian (cough..Canadian..cough..) douche-bag Dale Begg-Smith. Rant: I'm from Vancouver originally, up until Friday I couldn't have cared less about the 2010 Olympics being held in Vancouver. However, having watched all of the coverage and seeing familiar buildings and landmarks, I confess that I'm feeling envious and homesick. I'm not one who likes to stand in line, but I know that I'll regret not being able to take in any of the atmosphere. My parents keep raving about how much fun their having. Oh well, I'm sure I'll get to attend the Olympics someday, hopefully as the voice of Olympic Hockey.
Rant/rave: This afternoon I went on http://www.chatroulette.com for half an hour. In that time, I witnessed: 4 people dancing, 3 people toking up (one guy actually waving a cannabis leaf around), 1 guy in suspenders, 1 couple about to have sex, 2 sets of naked boobs, 9 wankers, a teddy bear who copied every movement I made and only one actual conversation with a Swedish hottie. It's mostly just guys who look at you for a few seconds before disconnecting, but if you keep looking you find some more entertaining things, and it's a curiously compelling experience. On the downside, I've seen more cocks this afternoon then I would care to see in a year.
Rave: Raped the fuck out of that chemistry exam. I know I got one two point question wrong, but other than that I think it was perfect. God that feels good.
Rant: My wife clearly thinks I'm a moron. Conversation from last week: "Yeah, I got the poop sample for the vet. Now I have a bag of shit in my pocket." Her: "Did you close the bag?" Me: ... Me: ... Me: Did you seriously ask me if I'm walking around with an open bag of shit in my pocket? Then today: Her: "Hey, I'm at Old Navy getting some shirts for you. Do you wear pink?" Me: "Do you remember that time you asked me to wear a pink tie?" Her: "yeah, what does that have to do with this?" Me: "What's the square footage of a tie?" Her: "I don't get it." Me: "Would you agree that the square footage of a tie is less than an entire shirt?" Her: "Yes. Oh. Well, how about this green striped one." Me: "Green is fine." Her: "What about lime green? It doesn't look really gay." Me: "Oh, so it's only somewhat gay?" Her:"I'm just trying to expand your horizons." Me: "Let's not expand them to the gayborhood, thanks." Her: "Well the other stuff is brown and gray and drabby." Me: "I'm a drabby guy." Her: "I'll get the lime green, and we'll see." Rave: At least I'm getting some new clothes, that I don't have to be there to buy, so that's cool. Hope I don't look like an aging Queen on 9th and Chestnut.
RAVE: I didn't really have anything to do for Valentine's day, so a friend and I proceeded to drink. The night turned into having delicious sub sandwiches, going to a strip club, and then playing Left 4 Dead 2. Best Valentine's ever.
Rant: Fuck Family Day. Never has my family celebrated it. Today I got home and what do I see going on? My whole family sitting around playing Monopoly. I had no idea my parents even like board games because they never play. I didn't get invited to my own family's Family Day fun. Brutal.
Rant: The talks with the husband about me going to Vegas are going as well as expected, which is shitty. Rave: At one point he did say "Fine, then just go" in an irritated tone. The words came out of his mouth. I'm allowed to ignore the tone, right?
Rave: got the house we put an offer on Rant: now we have to go through the teeth-gnashing process of house inspections, lenders, paperwork, insurance, assessments, and all the other things that go with buying a house Rave: The house itself is awesome, so hopefully it will be worth it
Rant: Assignment upon assignment is being heaped on my plate this week. Lab tmmrw, test wed, hw due thur, quiz thur, hw fri, hw fri, hw fri. Rave: But come this weekend I am heading home for a kick ass mother fucking show. Plastered PAULSON and HOUSE OF FOOLS are gonna destroyyyy. But, til then, see above.
RAVE: Had a lovely Valentine's Day. Duck breast is the shit and easy as hell to make. RAVE: Saw someone at Safeway yesterday with a 30 pack of Natty and a bouquet of flowers. Wooo, someone's getting some white trash naval town looove! RAVE: Today, I drove by a sign on the highway near my house that said "Do hard things at the Christian Men's Association." I took a picture of it and sent it to all my friends. A poor choice of words, methinks. RAVE: My husband with his Jew-y family loves chicken livers, so, despite my disgust of all things organ meat related, I cooked him up some livers. He raved and told me I was the best wife ever. Yeah, I am. Dinner was of my heritage: Italian Wedding Soup. Delicious. All in all, it's been a good 24 hours.
Rant: Shitty Valentine's weekend that started off with my wife being downsized from her firm. Luckily I do well enough to cover our monthly expenses, but we will probably have to cancel or down size or 5 year anniversary trip that we had planned for the summer. Then yesterday our sewer line starts backing up into the house. That was a surprise since we already had the city replace our sewer tap almost three years ago and we had paid $2,500 to re-run the line to our house 2 years ago. Turns out that neither group decided to replace the last 3 ft of terracotta pipe that runs under our retaining wall to the city wash out and it finally collapsed and is now filled with tree roots. So we're having to fight with the plumber to basically say that they did an incomplete job the first time and we do not expect to spend a nickel on having this fixed. Happy fucking valentine's day everyone.
RANT: I've been craving these lemon cookies from a bakery in Nashville and I thought sure that I could order online and have them shipped. I can't. RAVE: I have two new toys and they both rock my world.
Rave: Got on board with a boxer who is 11-0 as his advisor. I'll be making 5% of his purses while advising him on what fights he should take as well as marketing him. It's my first foray into this side of the business and it'll be a good lead-in to promoting/matchmaking fights later on this year. Rave: Got offered 20% ownership of the website I write for currently, fightfannation.com. I'll be taking on a more pivotal role but my efforts will be paying off a lot better. Rave: Working out the kinks for the Fight Fan Nation Radio show. It'll be a weekly show every Tuesday night at 8PM PT and it is my brainchild. I've always felt confident in my writing ability but I feel like I talk shit with the best of them. We did a test run today so that my two co-hosts could meet. One of them is winner of The Next Great Champ reality show, Otis "Triple OG" Griffin. There are a lot of these boxing radio shows popping up but what makes ours stand out is the inclusion of Griffin. No show has an active fighter regularly appear, so it'll be something different. Crossing my fingers it comes across well! If you're a boxing fan, check it out and give me pointers.
Rant: Stupid ass clowns told me today that I can't change my job for at least a year because there are no positions for internal transfer only external recruitment. Rant: Not twenty minutes after that I got a phone call telling me I'm only getting a fraction of the money I spent representing my unit reimbursed. Still waiting on number 3 to jump up and slap me in the face.