IT Nerd Rant: If anyone knows an engineer with Business Objects/Crystal Reports, could you PM me their phone number? I would like to speak with them in a calm, rational, reasonable manner. Rave: Beer in two and a half hours.
Rave: Day drinking. More specifically polishing off a six pack while taking a tour of the brewery. Polishing off four growlers with the two neighbors I brought when we got home and it isn't even 5'oclock yet. Rant: Day drinking with friends/neighbors that have kids. They have to break for things like soccer practice which puts a damper on the momentum. Rave: Continuing the festivities in about 2 hours. Plenty of time for a nap.
Rant: What a fucking day. And it only gets worse with no end in sight for the next two weeks. My days, if I want good grades this semester (and I do), are going to consist of waking up and studying. Rave: At the end of the two weeks afters finals I get to go to a private beach with a few close friends for a weekend. Needless to say I hope not to remember anything but the few hours after I wake up Saturday and Sunday.
Rant: Pro Tip time folks. That linguica sausage you have had sitting open for a week in your fridge exposed to air. Don't eat it. Even if you cook it. Especially if you don't heat it up enough. This was a Pro Tip from Kuhjäger.
Rant: I want to murder the Patriots war room. Why the fuck do they keep trading down? SO MANY FUCKING HOLES on the team and yet they fucking trade, trade, trade away so they can save $$$. Fuckers.
Rave: BBQ'd up some solid sirloins for my girlfriend and her parents tonight. First BBQ of the year for me (cooking wise) and I did a fairly good job on them considering what I was working with. Rant: as I type this, I am shitting my brains out from the extremely rich salad dressing that we used on the salad. I'm literally pissing out my ass. Rave: more beers to soothe the pain!
Rant: I have been so addicted to Mad Men that I haven't been able to concentrate on any schoolwork in the last week. Rave: What a show.
Rave: Awesome day. Wasn't hungover from my birthday partying, woke up with some morning sex. Didn't have to work, had a good nap, and now have ended it with the ol' 69. She swallows.
Drugs! Ha! Canadia is motherfuing BUTT!! ...Woooo! Drugs! Golf! Woo! Yeah! Maltobby likeks the wieners! I seen it! .......Woo!
Rant? Rave? Spring weekend at UCONN is fucking bonkers. Last night there were people every god damned where, and there was an unusual steady flow of traffic on my street all night. I'm just waiting for some drunk dumb ass to come driving up on my doorstep. I suppose that's what I get for buying a house so close to campus. Not to mention the damn Po-Po are mobilized like they are preparing to invade Rhode Island or some shit. Oh well, gotta put that fancy SWAT vehicle to some use. Even if it is for cruising around, shooting drunk college kids with bean-bags. RANT:There is a ton of poon crawling all over the place, just looking for a place to party. Aaaaaand I'm married. Fuck. Way to go, me.
Rave: Classes done for the semester Rave X2: Golf tommorrow, hockey tonight. Also NJ Devils are out. Fuck yes. Super Rave: BBQ and Beers tonight. Fishing maybe. Then off to a 5 kegger for two buddies' birthday. Karma is alive and well.
RANT: Kid maybe 8 years old or so in tears and his dad going door to door in my parents neighborhood with a picture of the kids lost puppy asking if anyone has seen it, depressing. Hope they find it.
Rant: This has been a really long and tiring week of work and school. Rave: Happy hour approaches. The bartenders know us and should have a beer ready for me when they see my smiling face. Rave: Gorgeous spring weather. Here's to playing football tomorrow.
RANT: Whenever I see or hear about guys doing things for hot girls just because they're hot, I think to myself "Heh, what a sucker. I would never do that, grow a backbone."* And yet here I am, about to go back to work to cover a shift for a hot girl. I WAS going to get drunk and watch the Canucks game - one of my favourite things in the world to do - but nooo... she had to use her magic sexy woman powers on me. Fuck. I don't even know what happened, I just said yes without hesitation. FUCK! *Obviously if some sort of sexual reward is a realistic possibility, it changes everything.
RAVE: Hot Girl finished her exam like an hour early, so she came and worked the rest of her shift, allowing me to make it back in time for the second period! Karma, baby... you do (/get hypnotized into doing) something nice for someone and the universe pays you back! GO CANUCKS!!!
Rave: Properly wired my first electrical circuit (hot tub with four speakers, amp, had to install the new stereo too), on my first try, with no prior knowledge of how to do any part of it. Rant: And I have the two-inch gash on my leg to prove it. Whoops. Rave: New favorite game: give my fiance $20, send her to the store, tell her to get me two six packs of any beer she hasn't heard of, so long as it doesn't have the words "light" "ultra" or "wheat" in the name.
Rave: I'm finally 21. It feels rather surreal. In a little while I'm going to march into a booze store and grab a bottle of Talisker 10 and it will be totally legal. Holy shit. Rave: Y'all want beer can chicken and hot dogs? Head to Katokoch's house. Rant: Raining out. It's gonna be really wet. That's what she said.
Rave: Two more papers down, one more to go for the semester. And if I got a 91 or better on last Thursday exam, I'll get to skip the final in that class. Rant: This last paper is going to be a bitch, chiefly because I have no idea what I'm doing it on. "You can write a research paper on any topic that pertains to any material covered in the course." Too much latitude. I've been wavering between 3 different topics for over a month now. Time to pick one and start pulling my research articles.