Rave: Costa Rica!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I leave in two weeks and won't be back until August. Direct flight and cheaper than I expected. So excited. Man oh man.
RANT: I'm going to change my facebook status to this: "[uzisuicide] doesn't give a single fucking fuck about your shitass fucking kids."
RAVE: Straight fucking A's for all five classes this semester. 4.0 RAVE: Cum GPA now a 3.77 after two years of school RANT: Now I feel like a douche who gloats about his grades, but I'd rather do it here than real life. I'm proud as shit as I worked my ass off this semester, needed to vent it somewhere. RAVE: Whoever made up the abbreviation 'Cum GPA' deserves a medal, it gets me every time. RANT: No real rants here, in 3 weeks I head to NYC for a summer internship, it's going to fucking rock. Life is good.
RANT: Nothing says summer is here like being interviewed by the cops. FML. Every year some shit gets stirred up, even when I'm not doing anything.
Rant: The Micronesian family behind my house is having a party. they burnt the almighty fuck out of the whole pig they tried to cook in an imu. Imagine the smell of a whole, burnt black, partially buried pig. I'd take a picture, but there is no fucking way that I'm going outside. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kalua They're trying to play horse-shoes. Trying and failing. The cops are going to be showing up guaranteed. If one more beer bottle flies over my fence, I'm climbing up on my roof with a bag full of molotov cocktails. I'm gonna match their house with that stink-ass pig they're too damned dumb to throw away. Fucking ignorant fuckers are screaming at each other, the children and the barking dogs. Fuck it, I'm out. We're going to the beach. Rave: Beach in Hawaii with trade winds.
Rave- Went for a drive by the ocean in the Mini with the top down. Rave- Having a huge BBQ/sleepover at the other halfs parents tomorrow night. They are away for the weekend and have left strict instructions to drink their beer, use their hot tub and take the new Webber out for a spin. Rave- Nice sack of new buds and the Wassabi Collective show tonight
RANT: Why do people tell me how great my ex is looking, and that he's become this solid, muscle-y gym fanatic? And why do we still keep in touch with each other and say things like, "I miss you like crazy," and "You KNOW you love me," especially when he has a GF that he's supposedly happy with? Why do I inflict this on myself? We live in different provinces. This should be fucking over with.
Rave: I've been at the bar for right at 15 hours and I'm feeling good. Rant: My husband, who showed up a few hours ago, is boring as sin. Rant: There are women dancing that for the love of God shouldn't be dancing. Rave: I'm sitting next to the jukebox and my booth is getting some amazing vibrations, I may end up satisfied tonight after all.
Rant: trying to find an apartment in a city I'm totally unfamiliar with. Rave: Trying to find an apartment because I'm moving for my first job!
Rant: I have roommates that would rather bitch about issues they have with me behind my back instead of confronting me. Fuck 'em. I'm not doing my dishes or chores on time? You don't like me having a shop in the basement? Think my music is too loud? Tell me. Passive-aggressive bullshit accomplishes nothing (and yes, posting about these issues on a random internet messageboard does no good either). They can confront me when they want to and until then, I'm going to keep cooking all the time and make some money from running my business out of the basement (something we agreed on being fine when we signed the rent forms). Now I understand why living with women can be bad. Bitches ain't shit.
RANT: Since when did ballparks stop singing God Bless America during the seventh inning stretch? I remember ALL ballparks did it after 9/11 and never considered it just a New York thing. I always thought of it as a remembrance of the mantra "we will never forget" and moreover, a remembrance of how baseball helped to heal our nation after the attacks...a tribute to the sport actually. I find it disgraceful that one ballpark in particular never plays it unless they're being nationally broadcast. And who makes that decision to stop? It just seems silly to me. RANT/RAVE: Emailed my ex-fiancee tonight because I just had to get one small thing off my chest. I feel better now and pray that tomorrow I'm not checking my email mercilessly. Grrrr. RAVE: Fabulous weekend completed with a really good job prospect. Cigars, beer, ipod playlist, great weather, patio, grilled lamb, and great company are more than a girl can ask for sometimes.
Rave: LOST is finally over. Bittersweet. Bad because, well, I followed the show with some strong interest for six or seven years. Good because it was dragging, the writing was poor often and the mystery's were spinning out of control. It's finally over.
Rant: Ignore the guy above me. Lost is over, and I'm miserable. I have no idea what to do with myself now.
Rant: 24 is going to be over tonight. Rant: I want to watch the series finale live, but I'm only on season 4. Of course, every season is the same. Bad guys try to do something bad, Jack Bauer saves the day. But still, I don't want to know what happens specifically.
Rave: Great ending to Lost, luckily the writers gave us an episode that explained everything... j/k Rave: At least I know that 24 will have a better ending, unless they kill jack, which is a possibility since they're not continuing the series.
Rave: Great weekend in NYC. Mets took 2 out of 3, spent time with the extended family, got a nice tan. Rave: I jumped off the Lost train mid-season 3. After listening to the radio this morning I'm glad I saved myself from this. Rave: Time Wakefield pitched a gem against the Phillies. Rant: I feel like I've been mummified. My body is so dried out from beer, cigars, salt, and sun. Blehck. Rave: Sox-Rays, Celtics-Magic tonight. Awesome.