RANT Went to the movies by myself last night for the first time ever. Hell, the last movie I went to see in the theaters was Road Trip, if that tells anything about how often I go out and see a movie. None of my friends would go with me so I said fuck it. Went in, and was the only person in the theater. Watched the movie, almost got up and left a few times in the middle it was so bad. If I hadn't really wanted to see it through, I would have been out of there. Quite disheartening really.
NASA's new rocket didn't explode or crash. There are only a few things about humanity that I find consistently redeeming or impressive, and our pursuit of space exploration is one of them. I hope they work these funding issues out, because I would love to see the surface of the Moon through the lens of a modern camera. And after that, who knows? Mars, bitches? Red rocks? I get chills just thinking about it.
Rave: Mastodon/Dethklok concert last night. Awesome. Rant: Which was also an overwhelming assault on my immune system. Feeling sickly.
Rant: I really painted myself into a corner with this paper. Gotta crack down tonight and tomorrow. Rave: "Fuck you" style punk rock is very conducive to paper-writing.
Rave: My seasonal job ends this Friday. Ahead, are a few months to do whatever the fuck. No alarm clock. No boss. No tourists/assholes. No questions. Catch up on books, get a solid workout/eating routine again, do a bit of traveling, snowboard, eat, sleep, take shits & play video games are all on the agenda. Fuckin RAVE'N.
RAVE: Successfully checked my firearms into WestJet, with somewhat minimal issues. RANT: The "specialized" security personnel responsible for the check-in of said firearms was a moron. I was checking in a shotgun (with extra slug barrel), and a simple Browning .30-06 bolt-action, with the bolt and scope removed, all within a specialized aluminum carry case that you could run over with a truck. I opened it up, and this 20 year-old East Indian woman (the "specialist"), blinked a few times, and looked at me, looked back at the case, back at me, and then proceeded to pick up and look at everything. She didn't have a clue about what she was looking at. But at least it was just a 20 minute waste of time, and I'm still all good. RANT: Stuck in Calgary Airport for another 2 hours before my flight leaves. RAVE: Vacation is started bitches!
Rant: Two exams and two lab practicals 4 days in a row. I am so over these classes. They're boring and one of my professors absolutely sucks. I'm learning nothing in that class and I'm going to be completely screwed for the course that builds on it. Is it spring yet? Fuck this mess.
Rant: Been sick since Saturday with swine. Rave: Discovered Dexter. How the hell have I not watched this show before? It's great. I'm already onto season 4 and should be done it today or tomorrow. Rant: Now i'll have to wait a week between episodes since I'm all caught up.
Rave: My brother and his wife just had their baby on Monday, and he's a cute little guy. I think they are going to be great parents. Rant: I went and stayed at my parent's house Monday and Tuesday night, and I am so fucking glad to be out of that place. I hate being around my parents. They always have some kind of work drama (they own a company together), and they are always stressed and unhappy. My parents are rich (as in millions), and I can say that money does not buy happiness. They fight constantly since they have to be around each other all the time. Plus my dad is blind, so he relies on my mom for a lot and if she doesn't do things his way, he throws a big temper tantrum. I also think my mom is depressed. Any time I go back there, she works and then goes to bed. She doesn't eat. She doesn't have any friends. She is just miserable. I have mentioned depression before, and I get stonewalled. They are so religious that they think being depressed is a sin, because they aren't being grateful for what they have. Rave: I'm back in Minnesota and so ready to see my husband when he gets home from work. Our little family is drama free, and sometimes I take that for granted.
Rant: I hate Chevy Cobalts. Specifically, my ex-wife's Chevy Cobalt. I had to replace a broken serpentine belt on it yesterday, and it was a bitch and a half. It wouldn't have been so bad if I had all the right tools, but I figured it would be just like changing the belt on most other cars: just route the belt, lift/turn the tensioner, and bam! It's in there! I showed up at her house with just a couple of wrenches and a cheater pipe, thinking that I would be done in a couple of minutes, tops (I can change the belt on my Trans Am in less than a minute). That is how it would have been, but there was only about 1" of space between the tensioner and the frame rail on those damn cars, or at least on hers (it has been in an accident); not enough to get an average ratchet in there. I eventually got the belt on, but damn I hate that car.
Big Ass Rant: So. I was stuck in an elevator for an hour and half today. I missed a meeting with an undergrad because of it, and now I have to hunt her ass down so I can get her to sign an informed consent form. I went to go discuss the matter with management. They were gone, as usual. Fuck living in the University's apartment style housing. Fuck signing in anyone who comes to visit me. Fuck the hot water not working 6 times this month. Fuck not being able to have my .45 or alcohol in my room without the risk of being evicted. Fuck the University's IT Department blocking the entire port associated with P2P sharing. Fuck the University's dumbass hours for the gym (5PM-9PM daily? WTF.) Fuck my creepy ass suitemate who talks with hand motions and grunts. That motherfucker is weird, and he is a 2nd year medical student. I'll move to Northern Virgina, where my NC concealed carry permit is recognized, and I'll just take the metro into DC to come to classes. Rave: I received a 100 on my midterm for Developmental Social Psychology of Personality. My professor said it was pleasure to read and had a nice flow to it. She also read my response to the class today. Fucking awesome. It feels like I'm shaking the rust off my academic and scholastic abilities after working in the real world for 2 or 3 years. It feels like I actually belong in the program and my confidence is returning in my abilities. Hell, I even had intelligent discourse with the professor during Statistics today. I'm finally comfortable as a student once again. Fuck yeah, I've got this shit now.
Rave: I finally finished watching every episode of Dragonball Z Rant: I came to the conclusion today that I have just about no social life (see above)
rave: Lawd willin and the creek don't rise, I'm getting married on Saturday! rant: I will be so glad to finally call him my husband. Not because I attach some sort of significance to calling him my husband, it just sounds less retarded than fiance, intended, significant other, boyfriend, the man I'm seeing, blah blah blah. I'm 36 years old, there's gotta be a less giddy or awkward way to identify romantic relationships.
Rave: It's the greatest weekend of the year...and I am going to Santa Barbara for it..FUCK YES RAVE: Taking a week off of school to go on a Company Cruise to Mexico next week. hopefully a super-rave to come in a couple hours.
Rave: I pulled up to walmart to get some alcohol 20 minutes ago to see two police cruisers parked right outside the front doors. Upon getting closer to the building and stepping inside, I see two huge black chicks talking to one cop, and what seems like a manager and two employees talking to another 10 yards away. Rant:While I was checking out I said to my cashier "so, something big is going down tonight, huh?" and she responded that she couldn't talk about it as an employee cause she'd get in trouble, but reassured me that, sure enough, something was going down. Double Rant: As I walked out (they were parked on a bench right by the exit) I tried to snap a picture with my phone by sneakily holding it down at my side and trying to aim right so I could send it to peopleofwalmart.com, but alas, my camera phone sucks and it was completely blurry. Plus, I missed them anyways.
RAVE: Is finally called it off with a fucked up relationship with an unreasonable, heartless bitch RANT: Will miss the hot sex in random places
Rant It seems I have finally met my match. The first class I have come across in college that I cannot just teach myself and not go to class. Biochem midterm in 6 hours. Have studied for the last 5 hours. There is just too much information to cram in one day. Enzymes and carbohydrates and DNA in one exam will be my downfall. Rave Took my Physical Chem exam this morning, came home, and took the best nap ever from 10am to 4pm. I still have 5 more quarters left to get away with sleeping through the day before the real world starts to hit me.