RANT: I still need to finish cleaning the old apartment RAVE: I don't have much left and should get it done today. RANT: The last time I saw her was on Thursday, the last time I got to kiss her was Wednesday. RAVE: She came over late last night to get a piece of ass.
Rant: Cute girl whose number I was pretty proud of myself for getting on the train on Christmas Eve while so hungover I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my skull made some excuse to not hang out today and I won't be able to catch up with her before she heads back down south tomorrow. I'll stick with my story that she would have been interested but that I drove her off by coming off as too desperate. I'm OK with this because I probably did, and it was pretty much out of necessity--I initially asked her on the train if she wanted to do something on the night of the 26th; called her on Christmas Day when I remembered that the Eagles were supposed to be the night game on the 26th to reschedule for that afternoon but she didn't answer; called again on the 26th to reschedule for today because of the snowstorm; and texted her just now. Not the way I would've liked to have played it, but she's leaving tomorrow and I'm leaving the day after, so didn't really have a choice. It happens. Rave: Got an awesome next 5 days or so coming up. Skiing tomorrow then coming back and going out to get drunk for the Eagles game. Driving up to Rhode Island tomorrow to meet up with college friends for the BC-URI hoops game, then driving up to Boston and closing out the bars up there. Driving from Boston to Dartmouth on the 30th for a BC hockey game and partying with more college friends. Then Montreal and French-Canadian sluts (God bless 'em) on New Year's Eve. Rant: Facing the prospect of a 10-hour hungover drive on New Year's Day if the Eagles-Cowboys game on the 2nd doesn't get flexed to the night slot. Rave/Rant: Back to Afghanistan in a little over a week...rant because I'll miss family and friends (and most of all my dog) but rave because I'll be able to get back to doing my job and of course saving a shitload of money.
Rant: So the girl I have been dating for the past two months told me that she doesn't want to date anymore. I thought things were going well, shit; we went out to dinner just 3 days ago for my birthday. Her reasons: "I don't feel the same anymore." "You're not what I'm looking for." Really? So why the fuck did she come out for my birthday? I went from being "gorgeous" and "great" to "sorry kid, you didn't make the cut". What kind of shit is that? I don't understand and I'm kind of confused; it's straight retarded. My older brother thinks that there's another guy in the picture. That's the only reasonable explanation. It would make sense; she's a high profile chick. Many guys are after her. Thoughts, TiB?
Rant: Fuck insomnia. Seriously. I have to go take a skills test for a job interview and I'm going to be half asleep. And this is after driving 2 hours. I'll probably fuck it up and then pass out at the wheel on the drive back. FML.
RAVE: Merry Christmas To Me. A friend of a friend runs the development team at a relatively small software company. They needed a continuous build machine set up, but were lost, and didn't have any experience doing it. (It's a thing that constantly builds and tests software so that you know immediately when something breaks, and I've been living and breathing that stuff for almost 3 years now). So my friend hooked us up and I spent about 2 hours setting one up for them, remotely, just before Christmas, and didn't charge them anything for it. (Really, such a small piece of simple work is more of a good faith thing than billable... usually it gets me future work, and isn't really worth the hassle of the paperwork). Needless to say, they were really appreciative. Turns out that their new IT manager hates Macs, and is getting rid of 2 Mac Minis they had for their receptionists. The Development Manager claimed them, turns out for me, as he knows I use Macs all the time. Just got an email from him, and they're waiting for me to pick up at my convenience. Not even 6 months old. Looks like I just scored a new media server or two.
Rave: Well fuck a duck. I asked for a set of dumbells for christmas because apparently exercise is good for depression. Worked out for an hour tonight just to see if it would work, and I feel amazing-I'll definately be keeping this up. If anyone has any recommendations for a decent workout for a beginner that only uses dumbells, I'd appreciate it.
Rave: My poledance.se shorts are getting loose. Rant: Where the FUCK are all of these crazy people coming from today? Rave: Wednesday night is booby bar night. Rant: Today's monday.
I know you're all interested in the Saga of My Glorious Return Trip Home, so I'll keep you updated. This thread is undoubtedly the self-absorbed Twitter of TiB anyway. I spoke way too soon in that last post. Went to the Tampa airport today, flight on time and everything. But wait, once I got there my flight was delayed 3 hours. Oh, and once I waited for 3 1/2 hours they canceled my flight. Mmmk, thanks. That was fun. At least I'm not one of those poor bastards sleeping on half a cot in LaGuardia.
Rant: Had a perfect evening planned, then realized that my heat is NOT working. Can't take a bath til some ex convict comes to fix it. Damnit.
Fuck me sideways, I just sent a FB message to my ex talking about how awesome my life is right now and inquiring about her life. Rant: Why? Rave I guess: She was the one who got away. Fuck me/ I don't know what came over me, it just happened. Can't take it back now. Rant: Her picture is of her and some fatass douchebag with a stash. I'm sure she cant stand him. I'm lost at this second. FUCK ME!! Rant: Drinking by myself has these fucking consequences. This blows. Fuck I'm a retard. Edit: Rave: I'm still a fucking helicopter pilot. FUCK YEAH!!!!!
Rant/Rave: So there is this guy that I've known since I was probably like 13-ever since I first met him I have had this thing for him but never thought it'd happen. When I came home for Christmas break, we started hanging out and going on dates and stuff and today he starts telling me that I have always been on the back of his mind even when he was dating that girl for four years and he never lied to her about anything except making out with me. And saying how at that time he had quite a few chances to cheat on his girl at the time but it never crossed his mind until he hung out with me. Now he's talking about relationship but I'm going back to school and I just don't know what to do. I feel like the timing still isn't just right but maybe I'm wrong. Advice?
Rave: My best friend from high school told me tonight that he's going to propose to his girlfriend in a few months and strongly hinted that he wants to be the best man. She's fucking awesome (known her since high school) and I'm really happy for both of them. They actually went to senior prom together as friends (he was dating another girl, P, at the time but still went with this girl because he had asked her before he and P started dating and because another one of our close friends was practically in love with P and was going with her; he waited until after prom to tell the other guy that he and P were dating) but didn't start dating until about 2 years ago. Rant: One of my best friends in the world is getting married to a girl who has given me a hand job. Oh well, it was almost 10 years ago. She also hooked up ("high school hooked up"; didn't fuck any of us) with several of our other friends in high school, although never did anything at all with this guy. I honestly have no idea whether he simply doesn't care, or if he's repressed the memories.
Rant- China must be pissed at something, Google and Yahoo are blizzocked. Any other good search engines that arent shitty like Bing!?
Rave: Went outside for the first time yesterday. It was awesome! I've been of off painkillers since yesterday morning. Rant: I really hate not having anything to study or work out. It hasn't even been a week and I'm ready to get back to real life. Rave: Hot date for New Year's. I haven't been excited to go out with a guy in a really long time. I thought finding something to wear with flats would be hard? That's nothing compared to a big, plaster cast with a bulky shoe attached to the bottom. My options are limited to a dress, skirt or lululemon because none of my pants/jeans/tights will go over it.
Rant: Full day of moving, broken hold switch on an otherwise perfectly functioning Ipod, and a nice big leak somewhere in one of my brake lines. Rave: No more roommate. No more cleaning up his messes. No more confronting him about and hearing excuses I would have been ashamed to use with my parents when I was 12. No more hearing him complain about his codependent relationship with a (admittedly gorgeous) whirlwind of insanity. Those of you with roommates either have better judgment than I or an endless supply of patience.
RAVE: Got this big guy for a gift RANT: I drink little to no tequila. Anyone want to trade for a bottle of bourbon or whiskey?
RANT: Fucked up my lower back so I can hardly move. This had to happen right when my break was really starting didn't it? Rave?: I am kinda walking like a pirate which I guess is cool. It's the little things. Rant: Fuck...
Rave: Did Open Mic Night last night, went fairly well. Was more nervous this time than last...here is the video rep me with what you think: