Rave: The Oilers get #1!!!! TAYLOR HALL! TAYLOR HALL! Guy Fawkes seems to think his Bruins have a shot at this kid because he mumbled something about playing in Boston. No sir and I'm willing to Indian (am I allowed to say that still?) Leg Wrestle you for his NHL rights if it comes to that.
Rant: Well the Easter holidays have passed and thanks to two weeks of nothing to do I've gotten into a terrible sleeping pattern - Sleep 4-5am-ish, get up 1-2pm. Time to get one early start to reset the regime. Rave: Nigeria's acting President is called Goodluck Jonathan edit: fixed link
My cousin's ex-husband is on page 5 of epicfail.com Hahahaha. The real epic fail was their 3 1/2 month marriage. After 5 years of dating. At age 20. Ladies, what does it mean when you tell a man "I love you, but I'm not in love with you"? And then move in with a male classmate before the divorce is even settled? Does that mean what I think it means?
Rave: I'm 2 months away from sorting things out. -The love-of-my-life-who-purchased-a-home-without-consulting-me-and-refused-to-respect-the-validity-of-my-feelings? We're coming to a slow end. And by "slow end" I mean we are no longer sleeping together and we hang out rarely...and I think the "I love you" shit is starting to get phased out. I'm okay. He's okayish. -About to be free and clear of the oddest living situation I've ever been in. -Dad came through in a BIG way...he is totally helping me move home until I get back on my feet. And he "coincidentally" scheduled my move home for the same month my Mom is out of the country (so that the explosive arguments didn't make me want to move right back out.....thanks Dad!!). -Great job(s) that I can basically do from anywhere--I have skills and I can travel!! Honestly, I've made a lot of stupid decisions in the past two years but I'm finally learning and moving forward as a wiser woman. That's the biggest rave of all.
Rant: I'm disgusted and frustrated. Overloaded on course work plus working 20+ hours a week has worn me down. I got up at 7am today to finish a lab, worked 9-5, came home, grabbed a first meal of the day as I grabbed my notes for my 6pm Mid-Term. That I fucked up miserably. Home at 9:30, trying to work on homework since. 1 problem almost done. Then I realize I fucked up the 8x8 matrix, fucking the second half of the problem. Story of life usually at least 3 days a week. My "easy" days are 10-8 plus some homework. My grades suck because I'm so stretched and can't focus, I'm nearly broke, and can't get shit for sleep unless I pass out from drinking (lately only Friday nights). I lent my car to my friend cause I can take my bike, she brings it back on the doughnut, with the fucking metal ribbon sticking through the edge of the tread and sidewall. Something rubbed it raw, but I can't figure out what. She says it's my fault. Fuck me for being nice and lending her my car, right? I don't know what the hell to do. Like I said, disgusted and frustrated.
Rant: The next person that comes to a complete fucking dead stop in front of my vehicle, while "merging" onto a highway, gets my front-end cattle guard placed firmly, and quite possibly permanently, up their butthole. Then I am going to get out of my truck, physically drag their senior citizen, elastic-waste band-wearing, rotting skin cell-smelling pruned ass out of their '92 off-white Cadillac sedan, and face-rape them on the side of the road while simultaneously taking a day-old spicy Mexican food shit on their driver's license. I don't like using my horn, or my middle finger (especially where I live, you're probably safer to assume even the seniors have guns in their backseat), or my accelerator in a way that could be construed as "reckless driving" in most scenarios, but some situations call for an e-threatening of you-wish-it-was-deadly force. Stupid old fucks. Yes, I know your last clear memory of highway driving was when the posted speed limit was 55 m.p.h during the war, but that gives you no excuse to fuck up all the traffic behind you because you are too afraid, or perhaps too old, to even reasonably judge the speed of right-of-way traffic. Fuck!
Rant: Lost (I assume). Spoiler I know its a day late....but why the fuck did they have to kill Renee? I loved seeing her clinically shocked face in every scene this season. At least Jack got to hit it first. SGEDIT: Not only to we have an entire thread dedicated to the show, you spoiled it for some members. Fail.
Rant: Skip if you don't care about relationship bullshit. I never really understood why people stick in relationships when they seem so shitty from the outside. My longest one before this had been 3 months, so I guess I didn't understand what you have to go through. You have to take the bad along with all the good. Because no matter how great your relationship is, there will always be bad times. There will always be times when you wonder why you're together. There will always be times when you'd rather be alone than with your partner. But in the end, if you truly love the person, all these bad times will be worth the good times that are waiting for you. My girlfriend's always been a fairly private when it's come to her feelings. I wasn't the biggest fan of this, and simply told her one of the first days once we started dating, "I'm not a mind reader. If something is bothering you, come out and tell me so we can deal with it, but I'm not gonna try and play psychic to figure out what's going on if you start playing mind games." I did realize that no matter what, there will always be some guessing and some holding back, but I was hoping that constantly reminding her of this would get her to be more upfront with her feelings. It helped a bit, but overall she still holds back her feelings. Lately though it seems to be worse. There was a short stretch when, after bringing it up with her that she appeared to be bothered by something, she finally relented that she had been feeling really shitty due to a multitude of reasons that I won't get into here. Talking to her more and more she seemed like she might have actually been legitimately depressed. She refused to talk to anyone who could actually help though, so I just didn't know what to do. Because of medication she's on for her back right now, she can sometimes have pretty harsh mood swings, so I've been trying to just deal with these and let her be, without commenting too much on them, or her mood in general. Last night she came by to grab her smokes while hanging out with a friend, which she only ever does when she's stressed out and/or something's really bothering her. I of course asked her what's wrong and she simply said nothing, and just wanted to grab the smokes. After hanging out with her friend she came back over for a bit and after asking her, she said that she didn't want to get into it because the last boyfriend she opened up to dumped her because she seemed too sad and upset. Hearing this made me worry for her because something that serious should really be looked into, but I knew she wouldn't budge so I just left it at that, not wanting to pry. I honestly wouldn't know what to say or how to help. Today she asked if I wanted to hang out tonight and maybe just watch a movie at her place, since she's sick. I had already made plans to hang out with some friends so I offered to come by after, knowing I wouldn't be with them late. She refused and said she didn't want to hang out now. While with my friends though, right before I was about to leave, she texted me asking what I was doing. Explaining my situation, I asked if I could come over. She said no at first, but then relented after asking a second or third time. I went over and just laid in bed with her for a bit. I'd been up since 6, with no sleep (because I had been up late with her last night) so I was kinda dozing off here and there. She kept saying to just go home. I could tell something was wrong, so I asked. She of course said no, and refused to say anything else. After a few minutes of her laying there in silence, I said 'Fine', and got up to leave. But when I leaned in to kiss her goodnight, her eyes were filled with tears. Finally she opened up, saying she felt like I didn't care at all anymore, that she was the only one trying to make our relationship work, and that it wasn't working. At one point she flat out said 'I give up'. I talked to her, explained my side of it. Not really sure how she doesn't see that I want to be with her or that I still care about us. We talked about it some more though and managed to smooth things over, for now. The one thing that bugs me the most though is that when she bottles her feelings up, it's to keep herself from getting hurt. Yet when I do it, it's because I don't care. I still love her and want to be with her, but I honestly don't know what to do with this type of situation anymore.
Rave: A good friend showed up in town randomly and drinks were had. Yay! Rant: I miss my niece, who is hanging out with my sister and said friend in Idaho. I never thought I would be so compelled to move to such a worthless state, especially by a baby, and yet I feel like doing just that.
Rave: Our Pre-Concert party was a blast. Had a huge turnout. 4 pairs of meet & greets given away. Plus an apperance from Craig Mogan was a win for every listener there. Rave: We STOMPED our rival station and their shity "dress like our mascot and look like a tool" contest. Rant: Had 4 extra tickets but had to work right after the show started. Rave: Gave a friend the 4 tickets to Carrie Underwood and Craig. Got a text saying they we're having a blast. At least those tickets didn't go to waste.
Also it will make you happy to know that girls living with their parents is no way viewed the same as Men living with their parents. It's quite alright for a women to stay with her folks until she marry's, a guy however will get some strange looks and less dates if he is still living with Mom and Dad. Congrats, beef up the savings account and enjoy.
Rave: I just signed up for this. It's not until October and I am already nervous. I have never run in a race before but I started back at the gym in November and I have lost weight and have really been working on getting healthier, plus, I have noticed that I have a bunch more energy. I only just started trying to run on the treadmill and I am pretty sure I can at least do a mile now (I usually do intervals). My sister is doing it with me and it looks like fun, but hopefully it will motivate me to work a bit harder. Also, I am going to Puerto Rico in June for a long weekend and I need to get my bathing suit body in order. (Only 5 or 10 pounds away from my goal weight, depending on which goal I am going that day! I have several goals.)
Rant: I saw a commercial for Sex and the City 2. Seriously? Rave: I've had two people in the last week ask me if I've lost weight. I don't think I have, I sure as hell haven't done anything to encourage weight loss lately. As a matter of fact, I should probably hit the gym today. I guess it could have been my diet of beer this weekend, maybe I should stick to that. Rant: There's nothing going on this weekend but my little sister's baby shower. I hate going to those things. I'm happy for her (and even happier that it's her instead of me) but I really don't want to go and play stupid shower games with a bunch of middle aged women who live for those things. Rave: Next weekend is my best friend's 21st birthday so I've got plans every night. The only bad thing about this is that I've been nominated to be her shot keeper. It's not that big of a deal but that means I'll have to carry around paper to write this shit on, which will cramp my style. Not to mention that if I somehow fuck it up, which is sure to happen, she'll probably get all bitchy with me.
Rant: A quote from Max: "Life is nothing but constant, horrible bullshit interspersed with brief periods of joy and moments of wonder." Rave?: Because of the above, I've decided to break my "no booze on week nights" rule. For what I go through every day of the work week, I deserve it. Rave2?: See above rave and apply it to spending money. I don't need to guilt myself to death because I wanted something and bought it. I'm gonna by God enjoy what I bust my ass for.
RAVE (I think): Found out today my oldest spent his Easter money on a box of erasers at the school store and was selling them to classmates at a 100% mark up. I feel like I'm in Goodfellas: "Mad at ya? I'm not mad at ya, I'm proud of ya. You took your first pinch like a man, and you learned the two greatest things in life." "What?" "Never rat on your friends, and always keep your mouth shut." "Oh! You broke your cherry!". Is it wrong that I've never been more proud of him?
Rave: I decided to say fuck Orbitz and go through the airline directly. I thought I would get nowhere, however it being a non-American owned company, they actually seem to give a flying fuck about their customers. They allowed me to move the date to the 13th, and adjusted the connecting flight to the earliest flight available getting rid of an 8 hour layover, and because it was a special case, they even threw in 2 discount coupons towards a future flight, or an upgrade. Hello business class. And the hotel was more than happy to change the dates thanks to my rewards membership.
Fuck yesterday. Hard. Great-Grandma died. She's very old, I get it, it was her time. Still sad though. Then I find out my best friend's and his wife's son they just had the other night isn't doing well. Like, at all. I'm not sure what is going to happen or what is happening but it doesn't look good. I am to be the Godfather of this son. I feel terrible that I'm 4,500 miles away and can't be there for anyone through this, I would be at the fucking hospital right now if I could. For reference, they aren't just some young couple that got knocked up and decided to roll with it, they are both 30 and have been planning this. I love these people with all my heart, and its seriously not fair. Good people that have had their share of shit happen to them. When the friend was in high school his brother was killed, and this new baby is bearing his brother's name... I don't know how he's going to react if the worst happens.