RANT: 37 SQUIRTS OF AXE IS TOO FUCKING GODDAMN MANY, ASSHOLE. rant: can't breathe rant: two more. i'm thinking a shower would have been easier you fat fucking piece of shit
Rant/Rave: Well, you folks are something. I appreciate and have learned from the mixed reactions. In any event, I talked to my sister for an hour today and told her of my discovery. First off, I'm extremely proud of my sister. She's a doctor, she's attractive, and by all measurable accounts a better human being than I will ever be. My major concern was that her newlywed husband had posted the pictures and betrayed her. As her big brother, you can't have that. So, in short the conversation was something like this: "I love you, I'm proud of you, I always have your back, and I saw you naked on the internet." "Impossible." "Really?", "Oh, those pictures." "Dude, everyone does some freaky shit, I just don't want anyone whoring you...especially if you just married him." "Now that's REALLY impossible." As my wife and I suspected, since she was definitely a tad younger looking (pre-husband dating), the pictures were taken for an ex of hers prior to a trip to Europe she was going on. I wonder why she broke up with him, 6 jobs in 8 months? Or overall douchbaggery? Who knows, relief. Regardless, it was a positive interchange for sure. I was never ashamed, until I thought that I may have betrayed her to some degree for posting to a bunch of strangers. And for that feeling, I appreciate the responsiveness of FRYLOCK and have learned a lesson myself. Peace.
Rave: I applied for a study abroad scholarship in October and got an email today saying I'm getting $1000 from it. Hot damn! Rave: The girlfriend's sorority's fall formal dance is this weekend. For those that aren't aware, it means pounding down excessive amounts of booze, enduring group photos, and then going to a big dance. Not as much a dance, but my girlfriend rubbing up against me as a warmup for a night of carnal pleasures. I am not a very fratty guy, but it is impossible not to love these formals. Rant: I have enough schoolwork that I probably shouldn't be going down. Classes have been a nightmare lately. Rant: I'm also fed up enough with my job that I'm considering leaving now as opposed to jumping ship after getting another job offer. I don't really think it's worth staying but I lack the balls to walk away.
RAVE Office move is over. AT&T might have the shittiest customer service of any company. A 6 hour window for installation? Even the fucking cable company has a smaller window. For a commercial account spending a couple grand a month in telecom, you think they'd be a little more accomodating. Mother-fucking Rave New office holds 30 people, quite a bump up from 4. I can expand my empire. Rant My monthly costs went up 250% and the move cost me $20k and counting....
Rave: For once in my academic career, I am not procrastinating. By next Friday, I have 4 papers due (One 1 page paper, and three 5+ page papers). In addition, I have an essay exam on Monday. I have a final exam in Econ, as well, but that is strictly over the 2 videos we're watching in class, so this won't be any kind of difficult. The rave is that I've finished two of the papers already, and I fully plan to finish the 3rd on Friday or Saturday. Hopefully by next Tuesday, all four papers (and my exam) will be done, leaving only my pathetically easy Econ final exam remaining. Again, it has taken me years to figure this shit out, and why, I really don't know.
Rave: I wrote something. It feels fucking good to actually finish something. Sure, it's just a shitty 800 words for Dr. Rob's and Corman's little exercise, but I will take what I can get after pretty much a year of not writing anything to even semi-completion.
Rave: Dumped the crazy Jewish chick. Rave 2.0: Extra funny for me because it's the first night of Hanukkah. Rant: My cousin, a confirmed bachelor, is engaged. Rant: It seems like everyone around me is pairing off and getting engaged or married. Rave: I'm alone, but I'm not lonely.
Rave: The women on Human Target? Gawd damn. Mufucking Huge Rave Son: Great Divide Hibernation Ale. I'm on number 2 and rockin a solid buzz. 10% ABV. Beautiful Edit for Rant: Rant: Attention all television and movies: I know I have to suspend belief to enjoy your story lines, but please, for the love of morning head, recognize that even a 110 lb woman with 10 lb of titty cannot be supported in an air duct system. That is all. Thank you. Hail delicious beer.
SON OF A BITCH: This crazy bitch sent me all the goddamn texts between herself and my husband. I'm contemplating divorce. I can barely get the man to say two goddamn words to me while we fuck and the shit he can say to her...yeah, um, I think I'm going to disappear for a while until I can figure out what the fuck to do.
Rave: Finally started work on the final part of my sleeve last night. A nice 3hr sitting and all the black is in. Now have one more 3hr sitting in Jan for the colour Rave: The work done so far looks fucking amazing. Not a line out of place and absolutely perfect. My artist now is world class Rant: Because my new artist is this good all my previous work now looks like shit. My dragon is still looking good and fits, but my favourite piece, which was two ships having a battle, now just looks just amateur work. Rave: New artist has expressed interest in touching up and restoring the ships, might even be able to make them look better. Rant: Women, one minute we seem to be going well, the next she goes cold.
Rant: Tried a last ditch attempt to apologise to the ex last night via text, and got a text back from a mutual friend basically accusing me of harrasment. Fuck. I've tried 3 times in the last fortnight, because I felt really bad for hurting her-it's not like I've been bombarding her with messages every day. Maybe it's me-maybe that is excessive, but I only wanted to explain myself and apologise, not beg her to take me back. Guess it's time to accept that the damage has been done, and that I can only make it right by leaving her alone.
Mrs. Noland lost her engagement ring. I tore the damn house apart looking for it, but no joy. It's been a week. I lifted all of the AC vents in the floor; I dug through the trash bags looking for it. It's gone. It's insured and I will get her a replacement, but it's not the same. The original had a diamond that came from my grandmother's engagement ring. When I went to the family jeweler (yes, we have a family jeweler, let it go) back in 1998 to make it, I decided to add two more diamonds to it to frame my grandmother's diamond. The diamond was old enough that it was a "mine" cut (whatever that is) and no one in the US cuts diamonds like that anymore. So it was shipped to Israel so those guys could find two diamonds matched in color and clarity and to cut it properly. Then all three were sent back, put together and then put on her hand. I was pretty sure our house was the only physical thing to which I was emotionally attached, but looking at her hand without that ring really bothers me.
DOG RANT: I was rudely woken up at 6am by a sound no dog owner wants to hear. No, it wasn't the telltale in and out they do before they puke. It was the gurgle of her power shitting diarrhea in the bedroom. It was, a lot. It was on my dresser for fuck sake. Kinda splattered up the very bottom in the front. Thank God she missed the bedspread. It was ugh, just fucking gross and smelled so bad. No going back to sleep, on my hands and knees scrubbing out dog shit, lighting candles and opening windows instead. Sidenote:Sweet pea scented candles overpower the stench of dogshit. Remember that. I felt bad for her. Obviously she had no idea it was coming on because she's very persistent in waking me up if she's gotta go. It's hard to ignore 130lbs of "I HAVE TO GO OUTSIDE NOW!!!" With her nose in my face.
Rave/Rant: I got an email back from someone I've been talking to regarding a sales position and part of the response was "If you were presently looking for full time work, I think you’d have an offer by now. Just need to get the timing right.." Know why I don't have a full time offer? One more semester of school. Fuck! Rave: I think I can pitch the idea of me working on an intern basis and working full time upon graduation.
Rant: My knee feels like bursting at the seems. I've worked from 7am to 7pm and it's not my fun job, it's my hospital job.
Rant: I had a lab practical exam and a lecture exam today. Normally, this lab runs from 8-9:50, and another class starts at 10. It just so happens that for today my lab instructor told us to come at 9 instead of 8 because this practical was going to be a little bit shorter, covering less material. Sounds reasonable. He opens the door at 9, but we don't get started until 10 after. Normally I wouldn't care, but I have a lecture exam at 10 in a subject completely unrelated to this lab. We start the practical, and surprise, it's no shorter. It's exactly the same length as the other practical exams through the semester. We're going station to station every time the timer rings, and at 9:59 we still have 4 more stations to go before the end of the exam. I can't just leave and miss the 10-12 questions/slides/pins I have yet to even see. I'm fucking livid. 1. He gives us 5 minutes to go back to any station/microscope/specimen to look at it again. Guess who didn't get to do that? 2. I was 15 fucking minutes late to my second exam and didn't have the full amount of time to take it. My professor is actually pretty understanding, but there was another class starting in our classroom. I couldn't stay late to finish. I feel really awesome about how crunched for time I was and how much I was stressing just to finish it before getting kicked out of the room. So, I get penalized for 2 exams because of my lab instructor's lack of planning? Why did he start us an hour late if the exam was obviously going to take the same length of time as every other fucking exam we've had all semester? No wonder he doesn't have a practice anymore. He's an idiot and has been an egotistical douchebag all semester...I learned nothing from him except how much I abhor his type and how to teach myself an entire lab. I'm pissed.
Rave: Miraculously, I got an A on the lab practical. I honestly don't know how that happened given how angry I was during most of it. Rave: I got 2 new private clients today. In a week? Reasonable. In a span of 4 hours before the holidays? Kind of unheard of. Today has decidedly taken a turn for the better.