Rave: Embracing my heritage and listening to country music. I love it and am only a little ashamed. Rave: To being who you are and saying fuck it to everyone else.
Rave: Kicked some ass on CoD today. Rant: I'm only any good because as of recently I have no social life. Rave: I'm ok with having no social life at the moment and in three months I'll be out of this frozen hell hole. Hopefully around more people I like. Rave: Get three days off of school for my schools Winter Carnival. For the past four years I spent those days getting wasted and going to a day of classes drunk. This year I will be heading home because I hate this place. Rant: 9 hour drive, with good weather. Northern MI is not known for its good weather in Feb. Rave: Thought I had short paper due tomorrow. Turns out it is due next Monday. Rave: Started watching Friday Night Lights on Netflix. Rant: I can't stop watching.
Rave: Today's interviews went pretty well I think. They asked the 'are you interviewing with anyone else?' question. The last interview I had this morning, the interviewer told me that the moment I left, she was going in to speak with the partner and recommend that they hire me. They would call the partner in Philly and let me know, as 'they wanted to move quickly.' Holy fuck, managed to hide my mental retardation, my distaste for the entirety of humanity, and potentially getting a job offer? Unreal, maybe I am maturing. Rant: Now the hard part. The waiting. I'm on freaking pins and needles here. Hard to focus. As you can tell from this post.
Rant: Today was my first day back working my normal shift after covering vacations for two weeks. Fuck waking up at 4 AM, I'm already tired of it. Just as I was getting ready to clock out and go home my boss asks how much time I've got left, unfortunately my time's not up until 10. So now I'm stuck sitting here alone in the center until he gets back. Rant: I'm starving. I would kill for some biscuits and gravy right now, but I'm stuck at work. Rave: Once I do get off work I have nothing else to do all day. I think I'll be taking a nap after breakfast.
Rant: Fuck idiots. There is really nothing else to call them. I was passing through one of those construction zones where the guys with the signs direct the flow of traffic as you switch lanes. Passe through the "construction zone," but after the last dude there was still about two dump trucks worth of gravel in my lane so I had to stay in the oncoming lane or another 30-40 feet or so. No sooner did I parallel the gravel than some guy comes barreling around the corner at 50 mph and proceeds to drive directly at me, in his (my) lane, not slowing even once he passed the gravel. I, in turn, dive bombed headfirst into ditch because I didn't feel like a head-on collision. Two questions: 1) How stupid do the construction workers have to be not to position the stop/slow sign guy AHEAD of the road-blocking object, as opposed to behind it? 2) How stupid does the other drive have to be when he decided not to break when he saw I was in his lane because of a car-sized mound of gravel in mine? Rave: Thank God for 4-wheel drive and quick-handling Land Rovers.
Rave Throwback Mountain Dew. It took awhile to get used to the taste, but regular Mountain Dew tastes like battery acid now.
Rant It's February, a.k.a "THE WORST MONTH OF THE YEAR". 28 straight days of bitter, frozen, cold shit. To cap it off, Valentine's Day is literally and figuratively right on the hump of the month. It's Canada's litmus test for the year: if you can get through february, it won't be long before you're drinking and passing out in the dead sun, going to Grand Bend to see their amusing bar scene and endless amounts of dressed-down scattered ass, and barbecuing five times a week. FINALLY....a Rave After about fifteen straight months of near laughably bad luck, I turned on the charm at my job interview and scored. If I accept it tonight, I'll be making twice as much as I do now with full coverage, bonuses and negotiable hours. Thank God Almighty, free at last....that, coming from an athiest. That's how happy I am right now.
Rave: Just got the call. One more interview with the head of the hiring committee tomorrow. According to HR, it is the final interview. 8:15 tomorrow, showdown for all the marbles. Three down, one to go. The big one. Here's to hoping the 'smart' pills my wife gives me (which I believe are actually low doses of arsenic infused with cyanide) keep the retardation at bay for one more day. One. More. Day.
Nerdy Rave: Motherfucking LOST starts again tomorrow for its final season!!! Hell yes. I am a huge fan and can't wait to see where they are going. I will also finally be able to read the Lost forum because I have been trying not to see anything Lost-related, so I'm not spoiled. (See, I told you this was nerdy.)
Rave Went to a golf tournament (The Farmer's Insurance Open) at TorreyPines yesterday. My friend got two free tickets from his work. As soon as we got there, we started drinking, and in the process of getting drunk, started talking to a women who had a pass to one of the sponsor tents, where she said free beer was being served. She didn't like drinking beer, so we traded her a sleeve of golf balls for her pass, and immediately set out in search of the free beer tent. Seeing as there was two of us, and only one pass, one of us had to sneak into the tent somehow. It went a lot smoother than I had anticipated. My friend went in first, with the pass he had, then went to the side of the tent, and "accidentally" dropped his pass over the railing. I picked it up, and walked right in. Now were both idiots, so we started pounding beers as fast as possible, because it was free, and seemed like a great idea. A couple hours later, we were both hammered, and the tournament was winding down. The people serving the free beer said it was last call, so we went up to each separate line that was giving away beers, and stuffed as many in our pockets as possible. We ended up leaving with 11 beers stuffed into our pockets, right as the last group was teeing off on the 17th hole. (I had no idea who won the tournament until I looked it up online this morning) So now we were walking around the course, really drunk, trying to figure out what to do next, when we see a golf cart sitting on the road in front of us. Naturally, my friends first reaction is, "Dude, let's steal the golf cart, and drive it around." I thought this was a great idea, so we jump in, and start driving. Every time we see someone that works on the course, we would give them a knowing wave, and try to act like we actually worked there too, and that we weren't just two drunk idiots that stole a golf cart. The most amazing part is, the hand wave worked every single time. So we drove the cart around for 10 minutes or so, till we got back to the entrance of the course. Then we left, I called my roommate to come pick us up, and we went back and drank all the beer we had stolen from the free beer tent. And for a perfect ending to an already great day, my friend I went to the tournament with passed out on my couch, so of course, me and my roommate covered his entire body in Sharpie. Good times. I really hope I never graduate college and become "responsible". I like being drunk and stupid much better.
Rant: Newspaper says there were 4 violent assaults over the weekend. Rant: Mine was unreported, and so didn't make the list. Rave: I held off getting jumped by at least 5 guys on my own, I didn't even fall down. Rant: Got hit five times in the head. Rave: Despite the blows I never lost balance and maintained perfect cognition throughout the fight. Rave: I know there were at least 5 guys because I clocked 4 different guys in the face and another in the chest. But I was so disoriented I can't give much more of an evaluation. Rave: Even when they worked together I was an even match for the group and we reached a stalemate, so I made it out alive. Rave: I think that's awesome, and felt like a fucking warrior. Rant: I may have broken my hand in two places after all that punching. Rant: I may have to bowl left handed for a while.
Rant: My husband thought it would be a good idea to feed the dog all sorts of junk tonight which resulted in the dog puking all over the house. No way in hell am I cleaning that up.
Rant: Being desperate for work sucks! I am currently filling out an application for The Beer Store and feeling as though even they won't hire me. Christ.
RAVE: I was chosen to be the test dummy for our future plans at the company. I'll be away from everyone in the company all day and out doing my own thing. No boss breathing down my neck, no catty bitches updating their facebook status as some thinly veiled message directed at some other catty bitch but still vague enough to be plausibly deniable if ever confronted about the status, no having to urge to change into shorts, a t-shirt and sandals in the middle of winter because the women were "chilly" and decided to pump the heat up to 85 degrees, thus uniting them in their one common cause: making my asshole sweat through my jeans. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating some, but not much. Either way, I'm happy about this. RAVE: Damages on FX. I love this show. Check it out if you haven't already.
Rave: ADSL2+ was just connected! The modem light blinked to life at 15:15 AEST to signal that a technician is currently at the telephone exchange plugging the other end of our telephone wire into a nice fast DSLAM. Rant: Our lines must be made of some special copper alloy that is allergic to ADSL signals because it is syncing at only 4000kbps. I was expecting a minimum of 6, hoping for 10. This is bullshit. It's slower than the cable I had. Rave: More than twice the download limit! Dexter seasons 3 & 4 here I come, even if it does take all night.
Rave: Finally getting my flexibility back! Before long I'll be able to bend and twist in all sorts of directions like I used to be able to do. I love working out. Now if only I could get my 21 minute 5k back. Rant: I'm stuck doing the elliptical because trying to get said running back has caused my good knee to become fucked up from the extra pressure. I can't win. Rave: I'm taking this joke music class my last semester and we've been reviewing all the different types of instruments. Today we were talking about the trumpet. I used to play the trumpet. And I was fucking good too. Class made me realize how much I missed playing it and I'm not exactly sure why I stopped. I've made the decision that I'm going to start playing it again, though I'm not sure where that will happen. I'm very excited about this.
RAVE: HOLY SHIT Yvonne Strahovski is the sexiest thing in the entire world. Ever. and Rant/Rave/I am so confused: So I threw a Jersey Shore party this weekend, and an acquaintance of mine who happens to be a giant slut had her boyfriend come to town. Now, normally she blows random guys every weekend while still being together with this guy who lives however far away, but, y'know, you'd think that behavior would stop when her boyfriend is here. Not so. The entire night, she acted like a giant slut, hooked up with at least two and at most 4 different guys, and whenever she talked to any guy her face was about 1/2 an inch away from them. I swear I could smell the whore on her breath. The worst part is, the guy WAS WATCHING THIS HAPPEN AND DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. At all. I'm so very confused. Who the fuck just lets that happen?
Rave: Getting dizzled off of stadium beer while watching two of the NHL's worst teams battle it out makes more a great Monday night. Rant: All of my friends with benefits situations live 6.5 hours away. Fuuuuuuuuuuck my life.