Rave: Learned a new drinking game last night, and it was fun times. The game was called land mines, maybe you guys have heard of it. You spin a quarter and take a shot of beer and then grab the quarter before if stop spinning. When you finish a beer it becomes a land mine, and then shit gets crazy. Four of us were playing and by the end of the game we had finished 25 beers between us in like an hour. Rant: Afterwards a friend of mine who seems to have the worst drunk state ever went crazy. We all headed out to a party and someone said something to him which unintentionally pissed him off. He stalked away ahead of us with another one of our friends who was trying to calm him down. The rest of us showed up to the party after he got there and found out that he had slapped the guy selling cups in the face for not letting him into his frat like 3 months prior without any warning. He was able to not get his ass beat (he is a pretty big guy) but it still was just a terrible end to what started off as a fun night.
I know that we aren't supposed to reply to people's rants and raves, but in this instance I would just like to expand on this. I had forgotten about how the warm weather brings out the inappropriate clothing. Now while all of the guys here are thinking how awesome this is, just take a trip on down to my local grocery store and observe the 45 year old overweight women food shopping braless with their tits hanging in skimpy tank tops out while they are accompanied by their young teens in their shorty-shorts. You will quickly be fondly remembering that fat, cellulite, and yes, even massive titties look much better under many many layers.
Rant: I can't think of anything I'd like to do less right now than study constitutional reform in Turkey and political theory. Rant: My recruiting officer couldn't find a time that worked in my schedule to take the ASTB conveniently, so I have to take it early on Tuesday while missing an important lecture. Rave: At least I'll have it out of the way!
Rant-double-damn-son-of-a-bitch-asshole-rant: My mini black and tan wiener dog slipped her collar during her walk and has disappeared. Seriously? I feel like one of those Charlie Brown characters with a permanent cloud of doom over me that just rains shit storm after shit storm. Please come home Bitty Bit, I promise to change your name to something less gay.
RAVE!! FREEEEEO FREEEEEEEO!! What a game. What a win. What a sore throat I have from yelling the whole game.
Super Rave: My little angel from hell has reappeared! Just for this little adventure, I'm going to start calling her Agnes after the crazy lady that lived next door and smelled like cabbage.
Rant: I got kind of drunk last night and must have let myself get waaayy too dehydrated because I felt half dead this morning. Rave: Slept all day, and am feeling 100x better now. Rant: I just slept away my only day off this week. Booo.
RANT: Getting blackout drunk. I thought that stage of my life was over. I hate it. I really fucking hate it.
RANT: I'm getting old. I went to beach with the girlfriend and our respective kids yesterday. I took more delight in building a sandcastle than destroying it. And we went sand surfing down the dunes. Half way down we built a ramp to get some air. This old man did it once, got severely winded and retired hurt. RAVE: I got some massive fucking air, you should have seen that shit.
Rave: Two thumbs up for the new Spicy Thai McMini I don't know how much the McDonald's menu varies from region to region, but for those that have the new McMinis, I highly suggest trying the new Spicy Thai one. I'm always a little hesitant on the new McDonald's menu items. The last new item I tried was the Teriyaki McChicken. God was that shit terrible. Whoever gave the ok on that abomination should be beaten with a hammer. Repeatedly. But this new creation has given me hope. For some reason I was initially drawn to the Pesto McMini. No idea why, but the green slime they were trying to pass off as pesto seemed more appetizing than the marinara-looking spicy thai sauce on it's non-fraternal twin brother. First one of those I tried I was pleasantly surprised. Sure, it was probably the worst 'pesto' I've had in any sort of food, but for McDonalds, it was alright. Of course this was probably more luck than anything, since the second one I ate ended up tasting like doodie. 50/50 odds aren't good enough for me, Ronald, I am not about to get burned with a doodie and chicken sandwich for a second time. So it was onto the next one. And I gotta say, this was more than just a pleasant surprise. This was actually pretty damn good. I think McDonalds did the right thing with this one though, not trying to be too fancy. They took the idea of a spicy thai sauce, and dumbed it down to essentially sweet and sour sauce, with a bit of a zing to it. It wasn't exactly spicy, but I guess with how big of pussies the general public are when it comes to spice, McDonalds would rather be on the safe side than end up getting sued again by some dumbass who doesn't know their own threshold. I'll admit that they aren't the best value, coming in at $1.99 and smaller than the Double Cheeseburger, Jr. Chicken or Bacon Cheeseburger, which are all cheaper. But it's not about value with this, it's about trying something new. Getting Bacon Cheeseburgers, or McGangBangs week after week gets old after a while, so it's good to finally find something to get out of the rut with when going for a cheap, quick, late-night snack. So good on you, Golden Arches, and may your next venture into new territory be as successful. And if you ever try to serve me up another piece of garbage like that terriyaki McShit, I'm firebombing your main office building.
Rant: All nighter. Why? Because I have to write my own miniature Java Runtime Environment in assembly language. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Rant: The poster above me talking about McDonald's.... Fuck I'm hungry.
Rant: Every day I get a better understanding as to why the old business mind set is bankrupting companies all over the country. Today I had a customer call and request that I come out to a meeting in Nebraska. Ok. I figured they were getting close to pulling the trigger and wanted me on hand to dot i's and cross t's. When I got to the heart of the matter they wanted me to fly out for some trivial bs. Ok fine, I have to do that from time to time, no biggie. Then they informed me that the meeting might not even happen, as in I would catch the 5 AM flight to Omaha only to step off the plane and have a voicemail waiting, informing me that the meeting wouldn't be happening. Not postponed but utterly canceled. They balked when I said that this wasn't the best use of my time and perhaps we should just have a web meeting via conference call, skype or netmeeting. They told me thanks but no thanks. Now I find myself in the midst of a polite argument with their VP of manufacturing over exactly why said "maybe-meeting" (as I'm calling it in our email exchange) isn't worth my time. His entire argument is centered over the old and disproved theory that the "customer is always right" while putting in the occasional jab that it would be worth my time if they were a larger customer. I can tell from the rapidness of his responses and terse sentences that he's getting heated which is not my intent, but it is also not my intent to step foot on a plane to Omaha tomorrow morning for a maybe meeting. Resolving this amicably should be interesting...
Rave: I had an amazing weekend, I had more fun than I have in a long time. Went out Friday night with a friend of mine, we were going to hit the bars with some friends I used to work with but our plans got fucked. It was already 11:30 by the time we were ready to go out and we decided we didn't want to pay a cover for 2 hours of drinking. Instead we just went back to the other friend's house that we were staying at and they had some people over that we went to high school with. There's something awesome about getting drunk with old high school buddies. I was up until about 6 and slept until noon. We headed back to our hometown around 2 or 3, stopped at my house to clean up and change, hit the liquor store, then headed out to a cabin for my friends' mom's birthday party/fish fry. It was a good ol' redneck time out in the middle of nowhere. Sunday was nice and relaxed, the most exciting thing I did was sit outside read my book and drink some beer. It was a beautiful day. Rant: The husband was building fence all weekend so I hardly saw him...wait maybe that's a rave? Rave: I lent Slaughterhouse-Five to one of the guys I went to high school with. He's one of two people I know in this area who has the same taste in books and movies as I do. He wouldn't let me just lend him the book, he felt it necessary to send me home with one of his as well. So I'm currently reading The World According to Garp and enjoying it so far. I have a Kindle so I rarely read paperbacks anymore, but when I was reading this one I was reminded of one of the ways that I do miss real books. As I was reading, a picture fell out of the book. It was the senior picture of his high school girlfriend, message on the back and all. There's something great about picking up an old book and finding things to remind you of the last time you read it. Edit: I almost forgot, I got a Facebook message Saturday night from my preacher. I'm friends with him on there because he added me and I don't really care if he sees what I'm up to, I don't hide anything or make anything private because it doesn't matter to me if people see pictures of me drinking or whatever. I had posted something about being up for five hours and I was drinking again and I assume the message was in regards to that. The message read: "I hope you don't take offense to this, but you know that if you ever need to talk that is what Vicki [his wife] and I are around for right?" Seriously? I'm 22 years old, I can drink if I want to. These damn Baptists thinking drinking is a sin, I swear. That was a rant by the way.
Rant: I hate the government. Rave: I was right, and I do not have to challenge all 3 parts for the trade ticket. RAVE: I got my test results back, and i passed. I now have my trade ticket(partsperson).
Rant: What the fuck is wrong with me? I feel like someone's been using my head as a punching bag. I'm nauseous as hell and my equilibrium is so fucked up that it looks like I'm shitfaced. Rave: Fuck the haters. Listening to Beethoven while sitting in a bubble bath is awesome. Rant: It's like I invite people to think I'm some kind of serial killer.
Rave: Knocked out all my interviews, and meetings with future possible team members. The only way I don't get this job is that someone comes out of the woodwork and reports to the news that I kill children and puppies. Rave/Rave: My future possible team members are ridiculously hot (in a casual-business environment), god bless advertising, but not sure how that's going to affect work performance, but hell yes. Rant: My boss is definitely catching on to the fact I don't give a fuck, either that or his true micro-managing nature is coming out and it's frustrating as hell. I'm almost out of this bitch, can't wait.
Haven't contributed to this thread much lately, so here's a barrage of goodness: Rave: Went to Mexico. Lots of all inclusive food and booze. Rave: Went to the East coast on business. Lots of dinner/lunch buffets, and seafood dinners. Got tanked with my manager, his manager, and HIS manager. Didn't pay for anything. Corporate expenses are awesome. Rant: Probably gained 10 pounds from these trips. Rant: Forgot to pay the only fucking credit card I have, incurred late fees and back interest. Rave: Nice lady at the bank waived the fee, and magically made my shit interest free again. Rant: On mondays, I am in class from 10 am to 9 pm. This is no fun. Rave: I am nearing graduation, which means it is time for me to seriously start thinking about considering the thought of potentially considering the idea of quitting smoking, which was my goal. It sucks, because I enjoy a cigarette here and there, but it's getting too costly and too I am smoking more than I ever intended to. I'll keep y'all posted, and if anyone has any advice that doesn't include several hundred bucks worth of patches or magic gum, let me know.
RANT: Xanax is some fucked shit. I had a headache and it was the closest thing I could find besides the beer I was drinking to fix it. Massively off kilter today (it's not mine). RANT: Slept till almost noon. Worked a couple hours. Back in bed. Have eaten almost an entire pack of double stuf Oreos. Fuck depression. RAVE: Double Stuf Oreos rock.
Rave: Nothing like getting an "A" with a comment of "Excellent Work" on a paper that you spent almost no time on and were expecting something substantially worse.