RAVE: Received my official notification of acceptance into graduate school today. If you had told me 19 months ago that I'd be going back to school for a master's degree, I'd have told you to pour me a double of whatever you were drinking.
Rant: Finding a job is next to impossible. Every single thing requires 2 years experience, or something along those lines, but how am I supposed to get the experience if I can't get hired because I need it in the first place? Brutal. Rant the second: Death in the family. At least I wasn't too close with this one. Rant the third: I have nothing to rave about.
RAVE: I've been out of work since last April and I finally got a job. Holy fucking balls, I was beginning to think I was going to have to sell a kidney or something. Glad I get to keep my body intact.
Rant- Fuck my doctor's office for continually billing me for the wrong shit. I never had blood work done. This shit happens everytime!!! Then I get to spend my lunch break (because cust service is only open til 4 for god know's what reason) straghtening shit out. Who's fucking fault is this?
Rave: The Motion City Soundtrack concert is one more day closer! Me + girl 1 + girl 2 + Booze + 1 Hotel Room = possibly a very interesting time. Rant: Sounds like the weather is going to be shitty Saturday and Sunday so the drive down to Minneapolis is going to suck ass.
Rant: Fucking landlord can't cut me some slack on me breaking my lease, I am on the hook for the last 2 months, even though I have to move next month for a job. If they can get someone in here before my lease is up, they'll let me out of it. Guess I shouldn't complain too bad, but shit, still sucks. Rave: However, I will be able to get rid of enough shit to fit all of my worldly belongings in a 12ft Uhaul trailer, towed behind my truck, meaning I'll save a metric fuckton of money by not having to rent a moving truck, have someone drive my truck behind it. Gas for one vehicle, not 2, don't have pay for a plane ticket for whoever was going to drive with me. Rant: All that money I am saving will go to my landlord...
Rave: With everyone gone from the office got a chance to catch up on all the t-shirt orders to print and had some down time to finally print the deer wrestling a leprechaun t-shirt I made that charlie was wearing in an episode of Its Always Sunny. Shitty camera phone picture. All things considered (shitty screen grabs for source material, and no wacom tab for painting it) It printed a lot better than I thought it would. It probably could have used a few more tweaks and detail but fuck it I wanted to print it. Rant: Fuck I just realized that I forgot to unhide the deers tail when I merged the layers, oh well.
Rave: Wrapping up a very worthwhile business trip in NC. Added bonus that the two days I was here made it into the 70's. Observation: I've come to the conclusion that there are no "average" women in NC. They're either very attractive or ugly as sin. Rave: Free wifi @ the airport in Charlotte. Rave: Driving around the rural parts of the border between NC and SC and I saw a treasure trove of classic trucks and cars for sale. Most with fairly low mileage and hardly any rust. I need to come down here with a car hauler sometime and just cruise around buying shit.
Rant: FUCK I hate it when the stupid cows sitting around me are incapable of chewing with their mouths closed. Nothing causes me more struggle with the intense impulse to punch strangers on the face.
Rave: I got a letter from the VA today saying that they're finally gonna grant me compensation for my fucked up knees! How much compensation, you ask? Rant: Zero. Fucking. Percent. According to the VA, 0% is an amount. See what they did there? They gave me what I wanted, but aren't going to give me anything for it. See, apparently, to receive a higher percentage, there has to be limited movement in my knees. Turns out the excruciating pain isn't quite enough. Fuck you, VA. I just hope guys who get really fucked up over there (blown off limbs, etc.) aren't getting bent over and fucked like I just did. For the record, I had a buddy get blown up pretty good about 5 years ago, and I was impressed at how well they took care of him.
Rant: School is back in session. Rant: Taking Physics II AND Chemistry I this semester. I know I am intelligent enough to handle it, but I don't know if I can rile up the work ethic. We shall see. Rave: First time I've taken Physics in six years and it was all coming back to me. We'll see about Chem tomorrow. Rave: Totally into this chick in my class tonight. She isn't my type at ALL (blonde dreadlocks, awesome tattoos, serious attitude)*, but I find myself super attracted to her. Probably won't pursue her, but if the opportunity arises I don't think I'd say no. *I am about as whitebread as they come. I could not take this girl home to the family.
RANT! Goddamnit fucking fuck. I lost my cell phone. Here I was thinking "Hey, don't worry, things can only get better, have a beer, what could go wrong? It's 10p.m". I'll tell you what could go wrong. You could reach for your phone and not have it, then ransack the house looking for it, calling it frantically, only to realize it's on silent in the first place, and that it's somewhere in between the beer store and your house. I want to set this day on fire. Edit: AND I just realized that now I have no alarm clock. That's what I get for relying on my phone so much. Guess I'll be drinking 15 glasses of water before bed to get myself up in the early morning. Damnit.
RAVE: Finally got a motherfucking job, after two months of searching. I've referenced this plenty of times on TiB, but I quit my last job on a whim in November to relocate from New Mexico back East. It was seeming like a shittier and shittier decision every day, but now, I couldn't be happier. RANT: On a "dream job" scale of 1-10, the position I landed is about a 7. I had a productive phone interview with a job I considered a 9, and had an in-person interview scheduled for next week, but they weren't looking to fill the position until the second week of February. After two months of unemployment, I couldn't justify turning down a good offer to wait another few weeks for only the CHANCE of getting the better job. Sucks I couldn't see the other possibility through though.
Rave: The decision by the powers-that-be to syndicate "Intervention" and "Hoarders," and then put them on every night at nine o'clock (the only time the TV is on). No matter how fucked up you feel, you can watch these shows and say, "Well, at least every coffee cup and pop bottle I've ever owned isn't stacked floor to ceiling in my bedroom right now." Or, "I'm not staggering around the room with a 2L bottle of mouthwash tucked under my arm, feeling along the wall for balance, saying that I have to go pick up my son from school."
Rant: Yeah, I have a lot of rants lately. Apparently, Zeus saw that my life wasn't difficult enough and decided to help me out with that. Bless his thunder-y little heart. The probably-soon-to-be-ex has H1N1. I've been arguing face-to-face with him for the past 3-4 days. We've been sharing the same space, touching the same stuff, eating from the same fork, etc. as well. He has health insurance. I don't. He cannot take care of himself (SO HE SAYS!) and has insisted that I help take care of him. This means that I'm further increasing my contact with a known carrier of H1N1. I'm wearing a face mask that hurts my nose, I'm dousing everything in Purell, and I still have managed to get a sore throat. He's stressing out about work (big shocker) and being a brat. His doctor gave him meds and he's being difficult about taking them. Small rave: I'm a big believer in karma. Something really, really, really good is going to come my way after all this. Really, REALLY good. Like, winning the lottery good. I'm trying to focus on that.
Rave: The irony of being an internet tough-guy is astounding. (Imma ban all of you!!!1) Rant: Someone's in love with me... and I'm not with her. This isn't going to end well.
Rave: I don't think I've mentioned this on here yet somehow. Girls Gone Wild was in my hometown Monday night. They were at the trashiest "night club" ever, the place has the cops there pretty much permanently because of all the gang-related activity and fights. I'm sure GGW got there and were horribly disappointed. And before anyone asks, no I did not go.
Cherry has been popped. Rave: Dodgeball togight was fun. Going out for drink after? More fun. Rave: Cheap fuciking beer. Edit: To quote my roomate: I'm drunk. And I'm going to keep being drunk until I drunk again. Ahhhhhhh.
Ravey Rave Rave: An old friend just offered to fly me out to New Orleans to see him. I am so ridiculously excited. Fingers crossed hes not just being stupid and drunk.