Rave: Purchased Mass Effect 2 today. Mega Rant: Between classes and the drive home I have to wait 6 hours to play it. 3 of those hours are going to be spent in Physics. And I have class at 9 tomorrow so I can only play for a few hours. Crapola. Rave: A minor annoyance is all I have to rant about right now. Life is good.
Rave: I'm almost certain that I have Synesthesia. I've always had spots and colors patterns in my vision when I've closed my eyes but never really put two and two together. I recently started reading about it and put some research into it. As it turns out, synesthesia isn't just a hearing sound and having a result of a kaleidoscope of color in your vision but it has many, many forms. Some people read and letters or numbers have different colors (IE: An 'R' is blue and a 'V' is pink) or they taste flavours when they touch something. I think I have the touch - color variety; which means when I touch something or get touched I see a color pattern. It's not very strong (bright?) and I have to close my eyes to see the colors but I've been playing around with it for a while and it seems more and more definite. I had a shower without the lights on and it was awesome (I've never had a shower in pitch black, kind of a pain in the ass to dry off). Fairly useless? Probably, as it's never affected, positively or negatively, anything in my life and it took me twenty-five years to figure it out but it's still pretty fucking cool.
Rant: Once again me and my roommates are facing eviction. Why? The neighbor across the street reported our house for illegal zoning. Apparently you can't have more than three people living in a house that aren't direct relatives of the owner and because there are six people living here we obviously violate it. I don't know why my landlord didn't figure that out, but once again I was told that inspectors from the city will be visiting soon to check to see if more than three people are living here. This means we have to schedule the inspection, move three peoples' stuff out of the house, have the house inspected, and move their shit back in. Hopefully this works, but fuck sakes- this has been a real headache. I realize that our landlord fucked up and everything but bottom line- we wouldn't have had any of this trouble if the bitch across the street minded her own business. Back in September a couple of us were getting ready to go to work early on a Sunday morning (like 7:00) and we saw her come up to our house and write down all of the names that were above our mailbox. Given, this doesn't give us clear evidence that she reported us to the city, but if it turns out she did it I will confront her about it. I know it won't make any difference but I do want to let her know that it's people like her that make me lose faith in humanity sometimes. That and I'd like to let anyone who is considering some of her property what kind of a person she is. She did bid on the house I'm living in right now when it was still for sale a couple of years ago and if she's doing this to spite our landlord, well, fuck. If shit does hit the fan I don't know what we'll do. I like to think we could petition the city council or something to reverse the eviction and grant us some special license (although I don't think we'll be able to change the zoning at all). I'm just pretty pissed off that I was called during work this morning and told that it'd be nice if I came home to help a couple roommates pack their shit up. I need a drink.
Rant: Fuck my university and their obsession with stealing my money with bullshit charges. While I was arguing about some issues with them I also 'happened to loose' my Harveys coupon for an extra burger. I know you have it you butt-holes.
RAVE: I had Lasik done on monday and it's fucking amazing! I'm still kind of in shock that it's possible! RANT: I'm still having that stupid problem. I'm starting to think it's mental but I hope it's just my medication.
RAVEEEE: WOOOOO. Thank you Bank of Hawaii for finally doing something good in my life. About two months ago I had a little bit of credit card fraud going on, something like 600 dollars was stolen out of my checking account. So I made the claim, yaddi yadda, two months go by. As I'm heading home today I'm wondering when they are going to finish their investigation and let me know what's up. Well SHOCKER, letter in my mailbox from em, saying the provisional credit they gave me awhile ago is officially mine, the investigation is over. Sure they never found the assholes, but I didn't lose a dime. WHICH MEANS. I now have 600 dollars that I wasn't planning on having, it's like free money! (even if it was mine in the first place). How to celebrate??? Hmmm.
Rant- Super Bowl ad coming out with Tebow's mom explaining why she didn't have an abortion. <a class="postlink" href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,583999,00.html" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,583999,00.html</a> You couldn't wait to do missionary work AFTER you had that fucker? Due to the subject matter, this won't be mocked as heavily as it should.
Fuck text messages. I just got into my room, and was getting ready to eat my diiner when my phone buzzed. I looked at it, and it was a message from Dad, reading "Grandma is in hospital with congestive heart failure...just wanted to let you know. Doesn't look good" I knew when old people learned to use our technology it couldn't be good. WHY IN THE FUCK WOULD YOU NOT CALL TO CONVEY THAT MESSAGE? I haven't called him to see what is going on because I'm too scared to. My stomach is churning. I want a smoke and a bottle of whiskey. And I'm just going to lay here and cry my eyes out. Why in the fuck wouldn't you just call and tell me that? to make matters worse I spent the last half hour reading about congestive heart failure. I really don't want make this phone call. It's fucking sad I'm more comfortable typing this shit here than I am actually talking about it. RAVE: if nothing else she lived an awesome life. At least she has that.
Rant: Stupid Red Wings in 3 of the last 4 games have given up 2 goal leads in the game. How the hell are we meant to stay in the finals race with that shit happening on a regular basis.
Rant: Bruins are 9th in the East right now? REALLY? Fuckers. How the hell have they sucked this much?
Keeping the hockey theme going. Rave: Sens win their 7th in a row, they're finally starting to play closer to their potential. edit: typo
Rave: I dare you to read Scootah and Nikki's post on their blog regarding threesomes and not have to rub one out afterward. I dare you. http://askapervert.blogspot.com/ Between that blog and TiB's pervert thread, I'm exhausted.
Rave: Taking off work the first week of June. Because that Monday is Memorial Day, I only lose 32 hours of accrued PTO time instead of 40 hours! Now, all I have to do is decide on whether I want to go somewhere or stay by my pool and drink all week.
Rant: We went through two kegs of some amazing Scottish Amber Ale... then dropped it completely. Rave: Still surrounded by beer while I work.
Rant?Rave? Remember this? I honestly got over that rejection faster than any previous rejection (Read: about 2 seconds). I'd talked to that girl a few times since then, and it was pretty well established that there was no awkwardness or resentment on either side, for which I was stoked. About 15 minutes ago she comes up behind me while I'm working at the library. She had called up a friend for dinner, and had come back to get a paper done. The thing was that her face was all red, and she had some snot running out of her nose, which she kept wiping away. I figured maybe she was just a little sick, like I am at the moment, and just ignored it. We had a short conversation about nothing in particular, and she went outside to smoke. About 5 minutes ago I got up to take a piss, and on my way back to my desk I thought I'd go see what she was up to. I went outside and she was sitting at her computer, not smoking, and typing something. I asked her what was up, and she looked at me with a face redder than before, and snot running down her nose again. "You sick?" "A...little." "You all right?" She just stared at me, and tears started pouring down her face. I had no idea what was going on, I thought maybe her dinner out had involved consuming vast quantities of habanero peppers or something. "I want to go home [Spain]" She sobbed. "What? Why?" At this point I pulled her up and she jumped in my arms. I just held her for a while as she cried, and eventually she told me that she wanted to go home because at dinner the guy had tried to make a move like I had, but unlike me he had taken it very badly when it failed and just up and left. She told me this was like the ninth time that this had happened, and that she was so confused, and nothing made sense, and she just wanted to go back to Spain. Wow. I held on to her for probably ten minutes, and in that time I comforted her and told her I was still there and not to worry, and a bunch of other things. I told her that "I'm still here aren't I?" and a bunch of other stuff expressing my desire to help, and make her happy, and how when I had drunkenly asked her if I could go home with her I was really just interested in sex so I wasn't all that put off by the rejection and wasn't going to stop being her friend over something stupid like that. I also threw in a little social commentary and biology in there somewhere. She really appreciated it and got over being upset relatively quickly after that. Then I told her a funny drunken story that happened to my friends a few nights ago, and told her about a few of the parties I'm going to this weekend, and the concert I might go to next weekend and invited her along for whatever she wanted to go to. She was ecstatic, and seemed to have gotten over the bulk of her sadness. We then went inside, and she's all perky now like she was earlier today when we were studying together. Rave: Got a girl's number yesterday, she's pretty hot. Rave: Got another girl's number almost immediately after Spain girl was comforted, and in front of Spain girl. It was a girl who I'd previously charmed, but had forgotten to get an actual number, so the interaction went something like "You missed drunken tacos last week!" "Oh I know, i really wanted to go" "Hey give me your number and I'll hit you up next time!" "All right!" I think Spain girl's probably pretty secure now that I won't be aiming my crosshairs at her crotch after that. Rave: Bowled a 177 earlier tonight, which is a personal best for myself AND my bowling partner. Rave: I have a seriously party-filled weekend with two girls to choose from and Spain girl as a wingman. Anti-FML. Rave: Oh, and Spain girl doesn't want to back home immediately anymore, which I consider a win for drunken shenanigans.
Rant or Rave Going to Enter Yuk Yuk's Great Canadian Laugh-Off. Whether I'm good or I suck, it will come down to the prayers and the vitamins.
Rant: So we are getting our 60 day notices here at work. It could be worse, we've known this was coming and we get a decent amount of lead time, it still sucks dealing with the unknown. Job hunting right now blows, as has been echoed through this thread many times. Rant: Due to above rant, some people have really started slacking, and some are really trying to get everything done before the move. This has caused twice the workload to fall into my to-do list. It has been horrible and everyone thinks their requests are more important than others. I feel an obligation to get it done (and because I'm being paid), but I've started to really dislike my job, especially since I'm losing it. This is going to be a tough next couple of months.
Rant: Just got back from an exam, I could have done quite worse, so at least this has got to be part rave. Rant: Tomorrow I've got another two exams, if I pass all these exams and don't get kicked out of university, one of these things will happen; 1) I will acknowledge the existence of a god/s, who have my best interest at heart 2) I admit that my university isn't a very good after all 3) People will be forced to admit that I'm smarter than I get credit for Things look quite bleak!