Rant? Rave? I own a 19lb terrier, named Finli (on the left): He's always had strong prey drive, but I figured it was all for show and he stood no chance at actually catching anything. That's what I thought. I was about to go on a run with the dogs, and Fin saw three or four birds on the grass about 200 yards away. What does he do? What he always does: takes after them on a dead run. And before my very eyes he ran down a bird in flight, picked it out of the air, and shook it until it was dead. I'm not too sure how I feel about that. Yay Fin? EDIT: I just talked to my dad, and apparently the bird was a starling.
RAVE: Moving to Denver on August 1. RANT: Because the girl I moved to Boston for broke it off. RAVE: Get to say goodbye to a dead-end job I hate, an hour commute, a leaky basement room, and eight months of now-sour memories. I'm determined to live it up these last few weeks, though. Anything I should add to my Boston Bucket List? I'm already planning to hike Mt. Washington, go to the Sam Adams Brewery, go to a Red Sox game, take a few weekend climbing trips to Rumney, and fuck one of my ex's friends out of spite. EDIT: How could I forget. I also get to say goodbye to the world's most obnoxious sports fans. When the Bruins lost, one of my roommates actually said, "It's OK, we're used to losing and suffering in Boston." Fucking seriously? Seriously? Shut the fuck up.
Rant: I live in the town next to Bridgeport, CT. I agree 100% with him Rave: The town I live in Stratford, is actually quite nice. Rant: I live near a Walmart which attracts every asshole from Bridgeport.
Raaaaant: I really didn't want to move twice in two weeks. I was banking on my roommates being lazy/slow/unable to find a new place so quickly. And since they found a house with a lease starting on the first instead of the 15th, I am moving one and a half blocks on Tuesday, and then leaving for a cross country road trip 12 days later. Did I mention I have company coming in this weekend? GraAARrgh I am so stressed/cranky/impatient to gtfo of here. I never would've guessed that I would be so anxious to move back to fucking MICHIGAN from California. But whatever, I miss my homies and am looking forward to a job that doesn't involve wiping someone else's ass. Sorry if that was a little too stream-of-consciousnessy for y'all.
Rave: Husband has both tomorrow and Monday off. 4 day weekend to help with the kids. Rant: tomorrow is unpaid because his company is full of assholes. Rant: tomorrow is also the day where we call the GI doctor on behalf of my 7 month old to find out if they want to perform an endoscopy (exploratory surgery without any cutting. Down his throat). No idea what they'll decide since the medicine is HELPING, but not really enough.
Obvious Rave: Big weekend that should start out great with a house party. Scary Rant: I work at a bank as a Teller. In the past 3 months in my hometown area there have been at least four successful robberies, the last of which was today at another bank (two of them were another branch of our bank). We've had refresher traning lately on what to do, but because I'm one of the few male employees some jokes today were made that I would save the day and take down the robber. Funny at the time, but now I can't get it out of my head and I'm actually getting a little worried. Also today on top of the bank robbery a shooting occurred at an AT&T store just down the road because of a disgruntled customer. He shot the worker and somehow an off-duty cop was there with his revolver to take him down. I feel like a big pussy right now, but I'm kind of dreading tomorrow.
Rant: Motherfuck me I need a job. I've whored my application hither and tither, and the waiting is killing me. Rave: Nothing passes the time better than a bottle of scotch and playing video games in languages you can barely read while sober.
Rave: New job. I can definitely get used to bringing home $90 in tips per night. Rave: dinner tonight will consist of smoking spice, followed by pizza and a bottle of Fat Tire. All I need now is a king-sized Snickers bar and my fat ass will be all set. I'm not one to discuss such minutiae with internet strangers, but goddamn pizza and beer is underrated. Especially after an 8-hour shift. Especially when high. Rave: United States of Tara. Watched the first 3 episodes today. Gonna light up and watch a few more before bed. Rave: Friend of mine from high school who I also work with and we have always been flirtatious with each other. She's a cute Latina and a complete goofball when we're together. My first day back, she ran up and hugged me, and immediately commented on how much "bigger and hotter" I look since I left for college. Today it went to a new level when we talked about the cowgirl position, and she told me how much she loves it because "I can do so much more when I'm on top." She's also been insistent the past few days that I come over to hang out when we both have days off. Something tells me I'm going to make her a very happy girl by the end of the week.
Rave: May be over the flu. Rant: Its almost 6 am and I have yet to fall asleep. So I may be becoming an insomniac.
RAVE: Went to the Hollywood Wax Museum yesterday and visited with my nephew who is going to be deployed soon. RANT: It will probably be Iraq or Afganistan. RAVE: They had an excellent wax figure of Angelina Jolie, and she is every bit as beautiful as you would expect. RANT: I look like a fucking TROLL next to Angelina Jolie.
Rant: I guess it's because I skipped most of the Australian Open that I forgot how horrible tennis announcers are. I'm watching Venus finish off Cibulkova right now and this jackass keeps babbling about the mind games they're playing with each other. Plus, whenever he gets excited about something he becomes 10x more annoying. And people bitch about football announcers...
RAVE: Luckily, I'm still covered by the 3 year warranty so I can send it back for repairs for free. RANT: no xbox for at least 2-3 weeks.
Rave: Purchased ticket to Germany for September. I am really looking forward to this, I'm finally going to be seeing more than just England. Rant: Laptop shattered into a few thousand pieces last night.
Rant: It is incredibly difficult to find a suitable sublet for the summer while I study for the bar that also accepts dogs. I can find a dog-friendly place but only for a full year. I can find a summer sublet. But combine the two and it seems damn near impossible.
Rant: This memorial weekend will be spent moving things from out summer sublet to my actual house. Rave: Bed Fucking Shopping. This shit is the best! You get to go to the warehouse and lay on things that are comfortable. I have decided I am going to test beds out by laying on them until I fall asleep and whichever I fall asleep upon the quickest will be the one I buy. Rave: Having a kickass summer research job which has really flexible hours and nice people around. Rant: Too bad all those nice people are 30 year old nerdy post-doc asian guys with wives while I am a 19 year old white guy with no girlfriend. Where the fuck am I supposed to talk to girls if I don't have a fake id and can't go to bars during the summer, and if they are where I work? Anyone? Thats what I thought ...
Rave My favorite weekend of the year has finally arrived. Leaving work in about 6 minutes to head to the lake with about 20 of my friends. I don't have time to post on the 'Going South' thread to tell you how awesome it is to live here, so instead I'm just going to go out and enjoy the south this glorious excuse for a long weekend. See you guys next week!