RAAANT: FUCK!!! I'm in an education program, and tomorrow is our first practicum day. Since it's our first year/semester, we're just going out and observing. So, I'm getting all my stuff ready, and realize I can't find my program ID card, which we have to be wearing when we go out to the schools. The schools we're supposed to be at at 8:30 tomorrow morning. I'll keep checking and rechecking everywhere in my house, but I'm 98% sure it's gone. Great fucking start, Joe, you moron. Losing something important and not understanding where/how you could have lost it has got to be one of the most frustrating things ever. I've used the thing once, I know where it should be, and hell, I literally can't think of anywhere else it could be. But it's somewhere, just sitting there in its stupid goddamn plastic covering, with it's stupid little string, taunting me. "Haha, you can't find me!" Now I have to go in and tell the program coordinator that I lost my ID card BEFORE I EVEN NEEDED IT. "Yes, I would like to be a teacher please... oh by the way, I'm fully retarded."
Rant: Shitacular day. 1. Got my first shitty grade ever. Now there is zero wiggle room for the rest of the semester. I am a perfectionist, and if I don't get an A in this class I will be so fucking pissed at myself. 2. Got a flat tire on the way to work. 3. Now I need to buy a new tire and I didn't make any money today thanks to said incident. I don't teach = I don't get paid. 4. Exam in Lecture next week the day of my interview. So, I have to take it early. Oh yeah, two lab reports due the Monday after this fucking interview. I'm trying to do them this week so I can just study this weekend. Also, I'm trying to cram all of my private clients who usually come on Fri and Sat to early next week. Don't know when I'm actually going to prepare for this interview I don't even want to go to anymore. 5. I don't have time to go out of town. 6. People have conflicts and can't sub my classes for me. 7. I know I'm stressed to the max and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. I just have to ride it out. 8. No money nor time for orthopedist visits or surgery. This has to happen, but I don't even know when to fucking schedule the damn thing. I don't have any time off until Thanksgiving. I will fucking kill someone if I have to deal with this pain until then. For the last week I've literally had an average of 3 hours of sleep every night because it hurts. All of the Mobic in the world isn't helping. Fuck today. In the ass.
RAVE: So I know there's been a long running joke on here about vaginas with teeth. I don't know how this started or if there's a story behind it or what. What I do know is that I recently watched this movie on streaming netflix. It's about a girl who has teeth in her vagina that bites off whatever is in there when she is being raped/assaulted. That vagina had some pretty good kills.
Rave: Practically fell into an on-call job at a local coffee shop that gives me some extra cash while only working a couple of shifts a week. I love Middle Eastern nepotism. Rave: My sister no longer needs the old 32" Sony I've been coveting (for a poor person this is awesome). We're both driving half the distance between each other and meeting up in a cow town for her birthday on Sunday to swap the TV and my gift for her. I hadn't expected to spend her birthday with her, so I'm really happy to get to spend more time with her and my niece. Rave: I'll finally be able to use my damn Xbox again, which means I get to finish Red Dead after months of not being able to play.
Rave: Finished my test today. Thank Christ. Rant: Almost vomited during the exam. The room was hot as fuck, I had a massive stress headache from studying the night before and all morning before the exam, and when she said "15 minutes left" and I was only half way through my 2nd essay (there were 2 essays, and 5 "describe this item in 1 or 2 sentences" questions), my stress level went over the edge and I almost vomited right all over everything. I quickly scribbled out the ending to the second exam (I wrote everything I wanted to, but it wasn't nearly as well worded or organized as the rest of my essay, or the first essay), and jotted down a few sentences for the last 5 questions. I walked out of the room and immediately went to the bathroom to puke. I was so fucking stressed I was physically fucking ill. This semester is going to kill me. Rant: Not sure what is happening tomorrow with my social studies methods class. Last week we had our presentations that no one knew anything about or what to do. We were SUPPOSED to do observations in the classrooms we'd be assigned to, have a paper due this week (observation paper, pretty simple), and, according to the sylabus, have our 'mini-unit plans" and our first mini-lessons ready to go today. The problem is that with the teacher being out last week, and with the observations getting canceled, and the class itself not actually taking place, I have no idea what the fuck we're doing. Given how shitty the communication in this class has been thus far, I'm half-expecting to walk into class and see my teacher say "okay, let's start your mini-lesson presentations!" only to have everyone stare at her blankly and have her admonish us for not having it done. I realize this is unlikely to happen, but this class has me turned all the fuck around on what we're supposed to be doing. Rave: No big exams on the horizon, no more big road trips to Detroit taking up most of my weekend, and hopefully my stress levels will be greatly reduced. Rant: Time to start thinking about Winterizing the house. Since this is a new house and we haven't owned one before, it is also time to buy a lot of new winter shit. This includes salt for our porch and a snow-blower. Yes, snow-blowers are fucking lazy and I could just shovel, but I have a 3-car-wide garage and a driveway that fits 6 cars easy, and there ain't no way I am shoveling that big-ass driveway in the morning before class. Rave: I fucking love fall and winter. Seriously, fuck Summer, bring on the cold weather! More time to spend inside doing what I love: video games, reading, movies, TV, and other pop-culture geeky hobbies. Plus I would MUCH rather go outside in a heavy coat and hoodie to use the snow-blower than go outside and mow the lawn.
Rant I recently found out that the company I am currently working for is using facebook profiles in my actual name that contain my personal information to do social marketing campaigns/spam the fuck out of everyone. These profiles were created without my knowledge or consent. If any lawyers are reading this please pm me to let me know what I can do to stop these campaigns if they are not stopped immediately.
RANT: Planning on getting up early to go organise a wet/dry vac and a new washing machine, I wake to have my nearly four son and his mother banging on my door at 6.30am (after 3 hours sleep). He's screaming his lungs out and clutching his hand and there's blood. Thank fuck I'm good under pressure. Turns out he'd decided he wanted an apple and didn't want to wait, and someone had left a sharp knife on the kitchen counter. He'd sliced his left ring finger pretty deep. I rushed them to the doctor's surgery who told us to go to the hospital. They said they could do it, but doubted he'd let them anywhere near the finger after putting nerve blockers in. So, the hospital glued it and splinted it. Then we had to take him back to the doctor's for a tetanus booster. Since my ex is a sook and completely useless in a pinch; I had to hold and console him all the way through. Having a distraught, pleading, shocked child in your arms while you have to physically restrain them, and them crying at you to let them go, fucking sucks. No matter how much what I was doing was doing was necessary, I felt like shit. Not the time and place to start an argument about knife safety. But people, if you've got kids, watch where you leave stuff. Post Script Rant: By the time I got home and to the carpets, they were fucked. Even though I got all the water up they'd warped. Organised new replacement carpet today - $1,000.
MEGA RAVE: MONSTER MAGNET IS COMING OUT WITH A NEW ALBUM ON THE 25TH!!!!!!!!!! RANT: I'm getting sentenced to either to jail or rehab on Friday, and won't be getting out for at least six months.
Rant: Ever have one of those days where no one particular thing has gone wrong, and yet everything just feels off? I swear I'm stuck in a Camus novel.
Rant/Rave/Meh Wow. I turned older than Jesus today. I didn't accomplish as much as the man, but I did outlive him. Scoreboard.
My mother and her friend Erica are leaving Friday for a two week trip to Syria and Jordan. While I admire her moxie, the thought of two 70 year old blonde white women traipsing around the Middle East has me somewhat concerned. While she was gone, I was going to buy her a new television for her birthday so she would have it as a surprise when she got home because her birthday falls when she will be in Petra. But, this morning, her cat was hit by a car and died, so at 6:30 AM I found myself digging a grave for my mother's cat. So, thinking that she needed a distraction, I went and spent a ton of money on a new television that is nicer than mine so she wouldn't have to think about the dead cat buried under the roses in her back yard. It's been a weird day. Should anyone care, the 5:00PM drinking rule is suspended.
Rave: Tito's Handmade Vodka I've read about it, I had yet to try it. So when I went into Costco liquor store for a friend's bday and saw that a handle of it was half the price of a handle of Kettle One, Sky, Stoli, Russian Standard, etc., of course I had to finally give it a try and pick one up for me too. Goes down fucking smooooooth. Every other vodka I've tried has had some kind of bite to the end (in Stoli's case, I preferred that bite), but this doesn't. And for $24 a handle, I feel like I got a fucking steal. It's distilled in Austin (according to the website, at Texas's first distillery) so that's probably why it's so cheap down here, but FUCK.
Rave: Shit is SO much less stressful when I know what is going on. Went to class, asked a fuck ton of questions and asked for clarification several times, and got everything all set. I finally feel like I know what is going on and I can be on top of shit for this class. Rave: Just got Castlevania: Lords of Shadow. Goodbye weekend!
Rave: My older brother is in town this weekend. Rant: He's bringing his gold-digging wife. Rant: All Russian birthday party! I think my liver is up to the occasion.
Rave: Just paid for two tickets to the Gold Coast Big Day Out. Tool, Rammstein and Iiggy and The Stooges are headlining. Website has soldout already and it was only half an hour ago.
Rant: A few times during the year I enter these doldrums that seem to suck the life out of me. It's seasonal so I'm sure part of it is weather related but the other part is that I grow extremely sick of my job too. The same arguments, promises, and bullshit get tiring after 9 months. I'd like to call this year a wrap and take the next 3 months off. Rave: Rather than fight the above I'm just going to go with the flow. Fuck it. Being the only one that is worried & taking responsibility is exhausting so I'll just give my mind a break and coast for a little while. After all, this isn't my company.
Rave: New TiB motto! Rant: Not as good as the pre-Bieber motto. Rave: Much focus on breasts this month, which has absolutely no downside. Rant: It's Breast Awareness time of the year, and the boobie thread has spider webs on it.
RAVE: Happy Post Season! Most exciting time in sports other than the month of March. RANT: Cue everything and every person around me jumping on the bandwagon and trying to argue with me why the Phillies should have won last year. I might actually listen had it gone to game 7, but losing in game 6? Cooooooome on--that's not much of a leg to stand on. And I just want to watch the game and drink my beer. Cue the facebook status updates every five seconds with shitty predictions, every "f" being changed to a "ph", and the term "red October" being thrown around like it means something. Don't get me wrong, I take nothing away from real Phillies fans who stayed with them through the lean years--I remember the Vet when you couldn't pay people to go watch a game. But all this posturing from everyone else is insufferable. Or should I say insuphpherable. Perhaps as long as the Phillies remain good, I should move for the post season. Ugh.
RAVE: Went skydiving over the weekend and it was amazing! Rant: its the end of the season for us for skydiving so it looks like i'll have to wait till next spring/summer to get certified.
Rant: Can't fit into my favorite pants anymore. Rave: Because if I put them on they drop off faster than a girls panties at a frat party.