RAVE: Finally back from the long weekend in NY. The ride up wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and I had a really good time seeing everything and everyone again. Still prefer NOT to live in NY though. I've noticed the only things I miss up there (besides one or two friends and one or two family members) were mostly food related. A real bakery, 7-11 rolls with butter, good Chinese food, real pizza, other than that, nothing. RANT: Had two really good ideas for the suggestion board and have completely forgotten what they were. Hopefully I will remember them after I am home a while.
"Get off my lawn" Rant: I dare you to find me a girl with a Monroe piercing that doesn't look superfluous and ugly. I double-dog dare you.
Rant: Holy shit-dicks, Redskins. There is no possible way that you even want to win at this point. It's tough to even get excited about you scoring anymore because I'm just waiting for the other team to answer, multiple times, before you can manage to get on the board again. No one ever said love was easy, but give me a little bit of a break. Your lubeless assault on this tender fan is starting to wear me down. It's getting hard to sit.
My new desk chair absorbs my farts like a sponge. It sounds like there's a gas leak in my office, but I've had a lot of foot traffic today, and zero odd looks shot my way. Either these people are good actors, or I've just discovered a freedom I never had before.
RAVE Finally got my H1-B visa - you Americans infidels (read non-Canadian) are stuck with me until at least Sept. 02 2012... I took yer jaaawwwbbbbbb
Rave: Ditching uni and going to Oakwood theme park tomorrow, it's a pretty lame theme park, and I've been there a million times but I will never get tired of Oakwood. Hopefully better than last year when we went on Hydro (hint: it's a water ride) as the park was closing and it started to snow. Had to sit in the car for an hour before I was warm enough to drive home - still awesome though. Rant: My insurance company is meant to be ringing me tomorrow about my laptop. I dropped it, and now to turn it on I have to unplug it, remove the battery, and press a random button and then it will load up. I guess that's what I get from buying a Dell.
Multiple Rants: I hate 10/27. Today marks the 2 year anniversary of my father passing away and I just wanted to be left alone and not have to deal with the world. I can't be that lucky. First my bank account is still screwed up thanks to some fucktards in Africa draining my bank account. My finances have been in ruin for the past month and a half because of this and I ran out of liquid assets to cash in waiting out this storm. I had to pawn one of my guitars today to pay my power bill so I have power till this mess is resolved. I've never had to pawn anything in my life and that was horribly embarrassing. Then one of my cousins called me at 7AM telling me I need to fax some info to her boss about her passport because she decided to use my address as her home address without asking me and all the info was sent to me. At 12:30 my aunt called and I had to go pull their car out of the mud. And then she informed me that at noon tomorrow I'm a pall bearer for someone I didn't even really know. And now T-Mobile keeps calling me every 15 minutes with a recording about my cell bill even after I explained to them what happened with my bank account and that they will get paid as soon as my account is restored. FUCK! I just wanted this one day in peace and quiet. I don't need to be dealing with all this other shit that is not a problem of my making. If it wasn't pouring rain I'd be out in one of my fields quietly contemplating and dealing with my own thoughts, but sadly that's not an option. One fucking day to myself, that's all I ask.
Rave: One more day of work before my six day vacation to San Diego. Party at my friend's house, party on Halloween at my old favorite bar, 50 yard line tix to the Chargers/Raiders game. Gonna love it.
Rant: Figure drawing instructor decided to change our model's pose after an hour of drawing, then couldn't find a new one he liked and wasted session 1 of 4 completely.
RAVE: Start of a 2 week vacation to go deer hunting. Peace and fucking quiet, with the occasional .306 dusting of a deer (or chipmunk), here I come. RANT: Haven't even started to pack or get ready. Damn. It's going to be an all-nighter getting shit ready for me to leave. RANT: Not looking forward to dealing with the "security" fuckwads at the airport tomorrow. Last time I flew with my rifle and shotgun they freaked the fuck out and almost made me miss my plane. RAVE: It'll ALL be worth it.
Rave: There's a Chipotle being built on the road I take to school. Super fucking pumped. I've heard so much about this place, but I've never actually had it.
RAVE: Just got back from a Jay-Z concert. It was unbelievable. That man was right when he said he was a "business, man". He can fucking entertain. RANT: None. I'm starting to enjoy life.
Rave: Turning 21 on Friday, 4 people so far have each threatened to kill me with alcohol poisoning. This pleases me. Rave: One of my friends is impatient, and wants to get hammered on thursday, plus a girl I used to live next door to has invited me to go to a party they're having thursday night. Rave: Friday there's also gonna be a pizza party at the lab I work at. Rave: Saturday I've got pregaming for the drunken insanity of Haloween by playing a movie drinking game at my friend's who has a big-screen TV Rave: I'm probably gonna get drunk on Sunday, just for the hell of it. Rave: That means that this weekend is going to be a continuous, awesome, four-day drunken blur. Bigger Rave: Despite this perfect storm of sheer awesomeness, what's the thing I'm most excited about? Studying. Yeah. My studies thus far have been all been chemistry and biology centric, but right now I'm taking a black studies class that essentially has me reading 8 different books at the same time. The reason I'm psyched? The books are all about the history behind the science I've been studying. Shit, I'm totally enthralled and fascinated by this crap. I've been reading the hell out of these books, I just can't stop. Then again I have a habit of falling in love with unfamiliar subjects and studying the hell out of them. On the other hand this stuff has already seen practical application, so I might not be crazy. Here's what happened. (NOTE: This isn't a spoiler, I'm just hiding the long-form of the story from people who legitimately don't give two shits about the details) Spoiler That girl I mentioned a couple of days ago on this thread, the one I did the tango with in front of the library to the bemusement of the students within, she seems really into me. She's pretty overt in that she constantly hangs around with me and frequently has her hands on me. Anyway she has a guy friend who comes around once in a while and a few things are blatantly obvious to me: 1. He's into the girl. 2. She has no interest in him. She forgets hanging out with him, and can't remember his name. 3. He is jealous of her obvious interest in me. Whenever he comes out and joins us both his conversation with me is extremely passive-aggressive and he attempts to subtly belittle what I say while bragging about his own achievements. However, the few times he has directly tried to demonstrate superior knowledge or intelligence I have wiped the floor with his ass. Where my newfound interest in history comes into play is that while I'm no history major, this guy is. When he saw what I was reading he tried to pull an intelligence dogfight on me claiming he knew more, but since I'd spent countless hours and days studying the 8 books I easily outmaneuvered him and gunned him down. I then went on to harp on the fact that he'd, until a few moments prior, been bellyaching about having to take an introductory chemistry class and how hard he found it while simultaneously attempting to brag that he never went to class or read the text. I called him out for taking exactly the wrong approach to an unfamiliar subject, and just generally being an idiot, while I embraced it and made extra effort to understand what I didn't previously know. He didn't stay around much longer and I haven't seen him since. Tl; dr: I won an intellectual dogfight against a douchebag on the subject of his own major. Rave: That girl I did the tango with in front of the library? She's coming to drink with me Friday and Saturday. She's excited to go and I think things will end quite well.
Rant: Girlfriend of 11 months (who I thought I was going to marry in the future) just totally broke my heart and dumped me.
Rave: Snow! School is cancelled. Rant: I am so ready for my psych test and now have to wait. Rave: Percocet. Rant/Rave: I work with a 23 year old girl who has the most delicious ass. Seriously, take my avatar as an example of my ass standards. She tells me she wants to "turn" me bi. Oh honey, I'm already there. But you can "try". The rant side is I'm supposed to bring home my female conquests and I don't think she's up for that. Just me. Damn.
I am truly beginning to hate the south. In 4 hours I have to be a pall bearer for a relative I said maybe 10 words to in my life. Why am I a pall bearer? Because the rest of her friends and family are a bunch of lazy fucks who don't give a damn about anyone but themselves. None of them showed up or called when my father passed away and my father did a hell of a lot for them, the only time I hear from them is when they need something. This woman lived her whole life down here and has children and grandchildren (The grandchildren are all adults), none of whom are going to be carrying her today....they all had some sort of excuse. The only reason I volunteered is because I was ashamed of my family and thought it was shameful the disrespect they were showing to their mother/grandmother. So here I sit with a raging hangover needing to pull my shit together so I can go deal with what they should be dealing with. That's about par for the course ever since I've moved down here. Fuck this side of my family. I think I'm going to look into leaving this place.
Teacher: (Gives guidelines for a paper) So that's about it. Any questions? Billy Hoyle: How long should it be? Teacher: I don't know...you'll probably need about 15 pages to really answer the question. BH: Fifteen pages?! But it's only worth 8% of our grade. The last paper we had was 10 pages and worth 20%. Teacher: Yeah, but this one should be about 15. (Reads Billy Hoyle's mind) And you can't just not do it and take 8% off, because then I'll give you an incomplete and you'll fail the class. BH: Well...fuck.