Rant: Research proposal due in 14 hours. I think I've narrowed my topic down to eating disorders, but I have no fucking what my research question could be that would be plausible to find the answer to in 1 1/2 months. Rave: Spring Break in 6 days. Rant: I have something going on every day of my break, so it won't exactly be relaxing. Rave: The shit should still be fun to do.
Rave: I'm now done with 7 or so episodes into Season 2. This shit is getting really weird (They just discovered the film in the bible). I love it. Rant: I can't stop watching and I have to be up in 5 hours for work. Tomorrow may be tough.
RANT: First motorcycle race and I rear end someone who stalled and end up with the bike on top of me and ruined a brand-new Arai Profile. FFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Rave: Got through three seasons of the Sopranos, now I'm moving on to Mad Men, which I can already tell is better. Sopranos was great, but fucking a', two episodes in and Mad Men is unbelievable. I guess this is what's good about never watching tv, as I can now watch the seasons of these shows in their entirety, rather than waiting weekly for the next episode. So yeah, go Mad Men!
Rant: Waking up at 4am sucks. I know that this is my normal shift but I still hate it. Rant: Had a long talk with my husband last night about the future. Naturally it was uncomfortable when we started talking about children, which he wants and I don't. We always stall out at the same point in this conversation/fight. He says he has to have kids and I say I don't have any desire to have them, we argue and then that's it. I don't want to take drastic measures here but if neither of us is going to fold then we have a problem.
RAVE: Apple's sending me out a new Macbook battery. They're always great with this shit, gotta love it. Wanting to sell this thing over the summer and having a brand new battery as part of the deal is fantastic.
Rant: I love dogs. I fucking hate small, yappy dogs which nip your heels. I swear to fucking god, if I didn't finish this last job when I did, I would have yelled at that fucking thing and it's owner. If your dog bites, put it down or put it away - fucking people.
Rave: The Departed is the greatest movie ever. Obviously this is my opinion, but this movie is just... terrific.
Rave: Got absolutely demolished at a MASSIVE party on a lake in Northern Minnesota for four days. Just a shitshow filled with titties, beer and bunch of drunk motherfuckers. Minnesota, you never cease to amaze me.
Rant: So my girlfriend thinks I'm addicted to anti-depressants... (because I called her when I was kinda fucked up) Rave: I'm not, like at all... so I guess that's a rave?
Rant: Chater and everyone else who told me to stay the eff away from my ex were right. I'm an idiot. Rave: No class until 2:20 tomorrow, which means beer and NBA 2K10 to cheer me up.
Rant: dear ESPN, please take down the fucking Flash advertisements that litter your web site, so that I may browse it without Firefox crashing/running slower than Casey Hampton. Thanks.
So since there's no weekend drunk thread (because it's not the weekend) and I'm wasted, here's a nice little IM convo I just had: [01] me: snuck into a strip club? [01] me: check. [01] me: got my friend on stage with two strippers? [01] me: check. [01] me: had the strippers whip him 21 one times (on account of his 21 birthday) with my belt? [01] me: check. [01] bill: thats it [01] bill: at least tell me there was drug use [01] me: one of my friends is getting his vaporizer as we speak? [01] me: check [01] bill: well than ok [01] bill: you pass my test [01] bill: have fun No clue how I got in, but yippee!
Rave: My Grandma just gave me a pretty sizable check! Rant: I was told it was to be used for a down payment on a house, or to go back to school. And I was to "not gamble or drink it away." Double Rant: This probably means she is rather close to kicking the bucket.
Rant: Friend boy won't put out. We had a little talk, because I am sick of him bailing at the last minute to sleep. So I told him just to tell me if he didn't want to bang anymore and I was cool with that. Then he tells me " Its not like that! Weekends are really busy, and I have no idea when you'll be in town. So I just need some notice so I can move stuff around." I can't tell if its bullshit or not, and I'm tired of throwing my vagina at him and getting "meh". Rave: We are however going to see Henry Rollins together! I Fucking love Rollins.
Rant/Rave? ...whatever: Of all of my drunken qualities, impatience would probably be in the top three. Some of the girls and I went to go see Shutter Island (the book was better) and were passing around a water bottle filled with vodka the whole time. Afterwards, I was completely shit faced and we were walking out of the theater. The Black Eyed Peas are in town this week and apparently one of the band members was at the same movie showing. When we were leaving the theater, he was standing near the exit with his body guard and a crowd of people. He was signing autographs or talking to people... I don't even know, but the point is he was in our way. So I loudly inquired why the fuck we couldn't get to the parking lot. The girls told me who was blocking the way and I said that I didn't give a fuck who he was. We paid for parking and should be allowed to get through so what was the god damn hold up. This is the point where I went up to the body guard who was standing near the door and told him to get the hell out of my way (I remember sticking my hand out to point to him to move and it bouncing off of his very muscular chest) He just kind of stood there though so this is the point where I told him I would kick his ass if he didn't let me get to the car. He wasn't even blocking the door. And could have tossed me like a rag doll across the room. I will file this under my: Brief Celebrity Mingling Moments.
RANT/RAVE? One of the patients this morning had a tube of lipstick stuck in the oddest place. I didn't know you could even DO that. Rave because it was a break from the norm. Rant because WHAT THE FUCK????
Rant: I normally love uncomfortable situations but I had one last night that I most certainly did not enjoy. During my senior year of college I started fooling around with a girl in one of my evening classes. We had previously had a few classes together, worked on projects, etc. I knew she had a boyfriend and knew the guy who'd been a few years ahead of me in high school. He was the alpha jock at the school and since young Fawkes was the only "skater" kid at the private school he constantly fucked with me. I took great satisfaction that this chick who would have been way out of my league in high school was very much into me and cheating on him. About halfway through the semester she started acting weird and though we continued to screw regularly I was about to pull the eject lever because something was off. With four weeks left in the semester the professor made a big show of congratulating her on her ENGAGEMENT! That's why she was acting weird. He asked her to marry him and she said yes but continued to fuck me. After class I gave her a little bit of shit about it and she completely broke down and started crying. Turned out she was also pregnant and since we had both been fucking her she had no idea whos it was. We literally never spoke again after that other than her emailing me to let me know the child wasn't mine. I saw them out a few times over the years but it was from afar and they've since had two more kids and their oldest child is certainly his daughter since she looks exactly like him. Last night I had the pleasure of being seated next to them at a benefit dinner. He obviously had no idea about us and it was a good thing he isn't the least bit perceptive or he might have wondered why his wife was sweating bullets and fidgeting like an addict going through withdrawals. Her nervousness made me nervous and I swore she was going to blurt out a confession right then and there so I wanted to escape ASAP. I stayed at the table for about a half hour and then made my excuses to leave before they even served food. WTF: Received an email from her this morning saying how nice it was to see me. Seriously? I'm happy as hell that the first kid wasn't mine because she's fucking crazy.