Rant:I've been really busy at work lately so I haven't had achance to go on the TIB. Rant:30 pages of rant and raves to read. Rave:They were entertaining. Rave:The Leafs are off to a 4-0 start. I know there are a lot of retarded leafs fans out there, but I am not one of them, and I can't help but be a little excited. Rant:Holy fuck I am doing terrible in my work hockey pool.
RANT: Oh roommate. You're my buddy and all....but we both know I could list your faults for days. And tonight? What is your particular sin tonight? WHO THE FUCK DOESN'T GIVE A "HEY I NEED THE ROOM FOR A WHILE" HEADS-UP TEXT?!?!
Rave: Ohio State lost! Rant: So did Michigan. Rave: Hopefully Rich Rod and his entire coaching staff will be let go now.
RANT: If any of you out there are doctors, and you have to dictate reports for transcribers to type up, I just want to say FUCK YOU!
Rant: Group projects for class. I hate anyone having a hand in my grades other than me and the professor. Its not that difficult a project, but my two partners can't help but overcomplicate it. Show up for class and you just might understand how and what we're supposed to do. Rave: Making curried lamb for dinner.
RAVE: Wisconsin won. I stormed the field. IT WAS AWESOME. RANT: Tests tests and more tests. RAVE: Watching ESPN is awesome because Wisco is beating former #1 OSU every 10 minutes.
Rant: Worst Fantasy Football day ever. Mother fucker, every possible thing that could go wrong did. It is uncanny how bad of a fantasy football day I've had. Rave: Easy week next week, so today doesn't completely suck.
Rave: I'm not a Green Bay or a Miami fan, but you gotta love how GB ran that touchdown in to tie up the game. Totally confused the defense, and the QB essentially walks three steps into the endzone for the TD. Rave: Chores are almost done. My productivity for the day is about to plummet to undetectable levels.
God damn motherfucking rant: Kansas City Chiefs. They played a pretty good game, but there's no excuse for us losing that one, we had it. Fuck. Rave: Beer.
Delete this post if necessary, as it skirts the political line. Rant: I was on the way home and I caught the last part of the debate between Washington state's senator and her Republican challenger. I don't get a lot of road rage, but I did listening to these two windowlickers talking. The only thing they fucking did was reiterate how awful the other party was, and almost tangentially answered whatever question they were asked in the first fucking place. I have the distinct feeling that when I walk into that voter's booth on the 2nd, I'll be presented with two bowls of shit. One will smell slightly different than the other. I'm so fucking disillusioned with the political system in America that I'm half tempted to play the lottery. When I win it, I'll buy an island and only invite cool people to it.
Rave: Vacation was great and I had a blast. It was exactly what I needed. Rant: Vacation officially came to an end as my apartment building's fire alarm went off at 3 AM this morning. I was 100% certain that it was a false alarm, but the dog didn't know that. I had to get out of bed and take him outside because he was losing his goddamn mind.
Rave: Changing my lifestyle. Trying to get into better shape. Before, I ate a ton of fast food (at least once a day) but last week I changed my diet, started running every day, and I've already lost 5 pounds. I don't care about getting muscular or lifting weights, I just want to drop some weight and not get so fucking winded when we play football on thanksgiving this year. Rant: Genetics and an addiction to food are working against me. I was a night eater, so I would go all day without eating much of anything, but from 6 PM on I'd pretty much be constantly munching on something. It is really hard to change that habit. Right now, I'm making it a point to be done eating any food by 8 PM (I go to bed around midnight, if I went to sleep earlier I'd make that time earlier), but it is fucking hard, as my body is so used to getting food at night. I've had to find things to occupy myself at night to keep me from craving food, so that is when I end up running. Note: Before anyone goes on thinking I am just some out of shape fat slob, I'm really not that bad. I'm 6'2, and for most of my adult life I've weighed between 210 and 220 (pant sizes were 36 and I usually wore XL shirts, large but not super-fatty). Recently (over the past three years since getting married) that has gotten up into the 240s, and quite frankly, if I'd have hit 250 I'd have to kill myself. I'm not trying to be unrealistic and get down under 200 lbs, because quite frankly, I don't think I could maintain that even if I wanted too. I don't want what happened to my dad to happen to me. Genetically, it'd be damn near impossible: my dad is big like I am (both 6'2", and near the same build), and I know that I take after my dad, who tried to fight it just as hard as I am now, and he just couldn't maintain it. I just looked at an old picture of him when he went on a huge diet/exercise binge, and he was down to around 180 (he was also 6'2), but that lasted all of 6 months before he was back over 200, and he said that he felt so guilty for regaining the weight that he almost gave up altogether. After talking to him, he said he was just happy once he realized he should just get himself to a place where he could maintain his weight and feel good, without changing his diet and exercising so much that he hated it. Now, he works out every morning, and avoids certain foods (i.e. peanut butter, which he was borderline addicted too) and maintains his weight, and he said he finally feels good. Basically, his advice was get to a place where you feel good and you feel like you can realistically maintain it, so that is what I am aiming for. In my case, I'm hoping to get between 200 and 210, and just maintain it there.
Rave: Max Henry, my third nephew (6th niece/nephew) was born today. Mother and baby are both doing well.
Rant- spent the day at the hospital with my grandmother, going back in a few hours after she hopefully gets some sleep Rant- awesome people like her shouldn't get old or sick
RAVE: PS3 no longer requires a disk to stream Netflix. I no longer have to walk my fat ass over to the TV and switch disks when I want to pop on Instant. RANT: The above is the highlight of my day so far.
Rant: I broke down and bought a pack of cigarettes today. I hadn't had one in over a month. It wasn't even hard to quit for me but today for some reason I decided I wanted one. Hopefully this doesn't mean I'm starting up again. Rave: The pack was only $3.99 (with tax), can't complain about that. Rant: This week is already dragging on and it's only Monday. I hate my stupid job (that I'm lucky to have, I know I know.) Rave: I'm trying to hatch a plan to go on a roadtrip to see Social Distortion and Lucero since they're not playing anywhere close. It sucks that the closest place they're playing (9 hours away) to me, the show is in the middle of the week when I'm covering a vacation so there's no way to get off of work to go. I've got my eye on the New Orleans show on 11/16 (12 hours 45 minutes away according to google.) Now I just need to come up with some extra cash. Rant: I never follow through on such ideas, no matter how well I've worked out the details.
RANT: Fuck Dalhousie. Fuck him and his university in their respective assholes. Second year in a row they fuck up my payments.
RANT: It just hit me today how bad the only NBA team I can watch on a regular basis, the Raptors, are gonna suck this season without Chris Bosh. Seriously, look at this roster: Fucking brutal.
Rant: Well that ended up being a shitty birthday. Spoiler I had a great time in Vegas prior to that, but I get home, and log onto facebook and see all the messages and shit, and there is one from my dad's fiance. Well, let me give a quick back story. As most of you know, my sister has two children, the oldest being about 8-9. Our father did not know this. My sister made that decision, perhaps at the request of my mother, maybe her own decision, I don't know. All I know is that I was not to say anything either. Well my sister posted happy birthday on my wall yesterday, and my dad's fiance saw, clicked through to look at her profile, which is plastered with pictures of the kids. She then sent me a message because she didn't know what to honestly think. She had no idea that my dad was a grandfather, and there was no way she can't tell him. I message her back saying don't tell him. You've known a 9 hours, and it isn't fair for you to not tell him. He needs to hear it from my sister. So I sent my sister a message saying that "dad's girlfriend knows about the kids, and that she needed to tell him, as there is no way that the girlfriend is going to keep it a secret from him." Well the girlfriend told him, despite my request. When my father called to talk to me, he was very curt, and I could tell that he was holding back anger. Unfortunately I am in the middle of all of this, and I had actually been doing a decent job of cultivating a relationship with my father, and now it is all out the window.