RAVE: Driving home from the pool hall about 20min ago I saw one of those "Free Candy" rapist moving vans driving down the highway. It was painted primer red and all around the windows they had painted "Umbrella Corp" with huge ass Umbrella logos on all the door panels. RANT: They exited before I could get a picture, do they rape zombies?
Rant: Took a pretty good beating last night. Outside the bar after it closed, there were five or six guys that were obviously looking for a fight, yelling at every guy that walked by and catcalling to every girl. Think "My New Haircut"-type guys. One of them grabbed one of the girls we were with by the arm and wouldn't let her go after she repeatedly told him to stop, so I told him to stop being an idiot and just let her go, and was instantly cold-cocked by one of his friends. I felt about three or four more punches before I realized what the fuck was happening. I pushed my female friend out of the way so she didn't get knocked out, then started swinging, connecting with three or four good rights on the guy that punched me, and then was tackled from behind. My other friends were at the car about 50 feet away when it all started, so I had already been tackled and taken six or seven kicks to the face/chest by the time they came to help. Then, finally, about 10 bouncers came and kicked the shit out of the original guy that started everything by blindsiding me. My nose was cut and gushing and one of the guys had a massive ring on so my jaw is pretty fucking mangled, but other that I'm no worse for the wear. My female friend's arm is basically bruised from the shoulder down to the elbow from that douchebag grabbing her so hard, but she'll be fine too. Fun night. Plus, I was the sober DD so I didn't have the luxury of not feeling anything due to being drunk. Should be fun explaining this to my coworkers at the office tomorrow.
Rave: Swimming! I started 2 weeks ago and I love it. I feel like I'm ruining my hair, but the workout is good and it's a good fit for me. The center has a seperate rec pool with a giant-ass slide on it. I really, really want to go down the slide. I think I'd get weird looks, though. Rant: Summer school starts tomorrow.
Rant: four finals on Monday. This is me procrastinating the studies. Rant: This sporadic rain is really fucking annoying, considering I don't have one of them fancy bicycles with roofs. Or one of those fancy motor scoots with roofs. Or a poncho. Or a garbage bag larger than 13 gallons. Had to sit under a bridge for 20 minutes as to not damage my precious laptop. I also don't have one of them fancy waterproof Chrome hipster purses that cost $150. Rave: rode the bike down lake shore path today. Whoever says Chicago doesn't have hot women is a fucking idiot who probably only came here during winter time, when they all hibernate in their short shorts and sun dresses under rocks or in caves, I assume. Rave: After tomorrow, I have a whole week of fuck-all to do. Rant: Probably should find a real job, as my current part-time job won't pay rent AND allow for my crazy wild extravagant lifestyle (this includes actively searching for bars with beers under $2 a piece, and playing super smash brothers on n64) and them student loans are running thin. Anyone wanna hire me? I'm pretty awesome, or so my mom tells me. Rant: ...didn't get much studying done while I composed this post.
Rave: Watching a D-Day marathon. These mothers were some hard shit. Wish I was as hard as these dudes. 40,000 Airborne Troops. Holy Shit. The fear that these men must've felt. Short of the SOF guys working through the shit in Central Asia/Middle East. Wow. I cannot imagine how hard these men were. Props to the Canadian/British/American motherfuckers that ran to the sound of the machine guns.
RANT: Last Tuesday morning, I was slowly waking up in bed, and while stretching and yawning, I sneezed. No big deal... right? Well, apparently it was a big deal. It seems that I pulled a muscle in my upper rib cage. Again, no big deal... right? I wish. That morning, about half-way to work, I had to pull off to the side of the road because I couldn't breathe. The pain and spasms were bad enough that I couldn't inhale without almost passing out. What the fuck? Since then, it has not gotten any better, and I've been chewing ibuprofen like they're smarties. It helps with the pain, but sucks. The Doc yesterday said there's nothing he can really do about it... "just ride it out... it'll heal eventually... just don't do anything to aggravate it." Seems that sitting in my chair at work aggravates it. Getting old sucks.
Rave? Rant? Insurance adjuster is coming tomorrow to assess the damage after the flood. I'm already in the mood for a fight, since the demo guys inexplicably removed the drywall yet left the vapour barrier and insulation. Because clearly the water didn't make that stuff wet as is passed through it on its way to the drywall. In addition, they sliced the vapour barrier along their cut lines for the drywall. I'm fully capable of fighting my way through it so that it's done right, I just hope I don't have to. Rave: I'm not so old that I dislocate my chest cavity when I sneeze. *high five!*
RAVE: I love love love love my new Droid. It was definitely worth the money, without a question. This thing is the shit. I can't say enough about it.
Rave: New Job, 20/hr, flexible hours, unionized. Already started, and it's full time for the summer. Rant: I have to work with xylene and formalin for four hours a day. Toxic, noxious and/or potentially cancerous chemicals.
Rave: Just got back from a long weekend in Queenstown. God that place is amazing. Heading back in 6 weeks to go snowboarding. Rant: Now I have to write an essay that is due in tomorrow.
Rave: Clean and sober 2 years today! I've accomplished more and lived more in the past 2 years than in the 10 years prior. Rave: Summer session starts today and I'm psyched to get back in the classroom after the brief respite. Very interesting classes this summer (psychiatric counseling and group therapy). Rave: Knocked out the entire honey-do list and then some. The backyard has been reclaimed and is set for summer fun. Thank God for the pool. It's going to be a broiler of a summer (already hitting 100s here this past week), but at least I don't have to shovel heat. Rant: Taking my oldest daughter out for practice time behind the wheel so she can get her license this summer. We will do this everyday until she's ready for the road test. As the saying goes, "Be afraid. Be very afraid." Rave: I love my new pickup and am looking forward to it's first road trip later this month down to Corpus Christi for a conference.
Rant: Dragging ass today. Really bad. Rave: Not because of drinking. Rant: Because of weird post-nasal drip thing that started out of nowhere yesterday morning. Benadryl knocked me out and I slept great last night, but now I'm groggy as fuck. Three cups of coffee haven't done anything except make me jittery.
Rave: Cadaver lab. I've been looking forward to this for a long, long time. Rant: Cadaver lab immediately following my lunch break. This summer will be interesting.
Rave: Presumably to go with the impending announcement of the new iPhone today, AT&T has bumped up their upgrade eligibility so I'll be ready for a new, subsidized phone immediately. Call me a fan boy but god damn I love new gadgets.
RAVE Me and my two mates started properly planning our Europe trip for next year. We'll be gone for about 6 months. Decided we'll start off in Amsterdam for Queen's day, followed by a Contiki tour from there to Barcelona, where we will run with the bulls. A good start and I'm getting really fucking excited.
Rave: I feel great. After being worn out, tired, and dragging ass for the last couple weeks I'm in a great mood and full of energy. Rave: It's all thanks to Joe Rogan. For a pot head that fucking guy is really smart. In one of his recent podcasts he talked about how easy it is for your body to fall out of balance and really drag you down. He needs strenuous workouts every 2 days max or he feels like hell, he also needs to get blazed and think his way through and self reflect a few times a week too or else shit builds up and puts him in a funk. He's onto something. Rant: I'm excited for World Cup Soccer. I ignore soccer entirely until world cup time but it sucks me in every time. The problem is that the games are broadcast so early here. I need beer with my soccer!
RANT/RAVE? I can't stop looking at this picture: RANT because I can't stand her personality. RAVE because.... well just look at her! I wish there was a way to put my wife's personality and identity into that body. Is that wrong? Probably.
Rave To all you assholes giving me shit about this little blunder you can all eat crow. Girl wants to hang out, and we've got tickets to John Butler Trio in Vienna June 16. Yeah that's right, I made a comment like that, and she still sticks around. I'm THAT awesome. Or, whatever.