Rant: My wife hates baking. Never expressed any interest in baking, and never shown any desire. The only time she bakes anything is when her mother wants her to bake a pie or something for a holiday, maybe once a year, and she spends the entire time she is making it bitching about how much she hates baking. One week into my attempt to stop eating shitty foods, and she decides she absolutely must bake tonight! Must! There isn't a choice! She just HAS to! I ask her to at least understand that I am trying to break some serious habits, and that the smell will kill me. She says fine, she'll bake while I'm in class (a good 4 hours today) and hide it before I get home. Fine, I can deal. I get home, and she is just getting back from the store, and says that she has to start baking now. Well, not RIGHT then. She had to eat her giant Subway Philly Cheese Steak sandwich first, making sure to eat it right in front of me. I even attempted to leave the room, but she followed me, while eating. Fuck. Again, she had NO DESIRE to bake anything ever before, and her desire only came when I said I wanted to stop eating fatty foods and having fatty, sugary foods around the house. Literally, her first reaction when I told her I was making this attempt to change my life and habits, was to ask me to bake her cookies. I'm pretty sure she wants to keep me fat. Since I started this attempt to change my life, she has eaten fast food in front of me three times (she usually eats fast food all of once a month, but she has three times in the past week, every time right in front of me). She tells me she is angry that she 'can't eat whatever she wants anymore.' This is the same woman who buys veggies and cuts them up to snack on, always brings a healthy lunch to work, and is always on me to eat healthier. What the fuck!? For the past three years she has been bitching at me that she wants me to lose weight and be healthier, and now that I am trying she is doing everything she can to sabotage me. Fuck. Rave: Lost 7 pounds in a week.
Rant-Insomnia Rave- T-shirt idea of the day- "I made it through the Rapture and all I got was this lousy t-shirt." With a picture of Kirk Cameron on the back or something.
If this week doesn't convince me to get my ass to open-mics every single night I possibly can from now on, nothing will. Holy shit-covered buffalo cunts, was this a wake-up call.
Rave: I was in Iowa for the weekend for a wedding with the family and had a great time (kegs of Amber Bock at the reception and enough fun back at the hotel to get a noise complaint) and the girlfriend stayed with me until this morning. The family is great and the lady is even better. Rant/Rave: The girlfriend applied to damn near a million CPA firms up here for an internship next summer and didn't get a single lead- nothing. After some encouragement, she did start emailing a few more big companies and so far has two interviews. Holy shit we might actually live in the same city at some point! Rave: Looks like I might actually start doing exactly what I want to at work... Rave: Only two more weekends and I am no longer a slave to the farmer's market! I've worked almost every Saturday and Sunday starting at 6 am this summer and am ready to have a normal social life again! Woohoo! Rant: Classes are starting to heat up... had a big presentation this morning, have an essay due tomorrow, midterm on Thursday, and a midterm on Tuesday. Shit like this + full time work = killing me. It leaves me with zero time to play in the shop...
Rave: Went to trivia tonight, had a lot of fun. It's been a long time since I've gone out to do anything really at all, and I wasn't disappointed! Rant: Second place. RAVE: $5 gift certificate paid my bar tab, so evened out woo!
Rave Life is going really well for me. Although I've taken a huge financial setback by getting into the restaurant business, I absolutely made the right decision. Been 12 weeks (I know, a short time) and I love it. Go to sleep thinking about it and wake up thinking about it. In a good way. Rave II Not only am I happier, I feel better and less stressed than at my old job(s). Find myself doing this like actually folding laundry instead of throwing it in the dryer for a Tumble Press, taking the trash out on time and washing the few dishes I have at home. And tonight I started a run and workout regimen. Rant Seriously, seriously out of shape. Could barely run a mile. Made myself walk the second mile back home. And I'm only 4 years past playing soccer for 90 minutes straight. Going to be a challenge.
Rave: Started training last night for a marathon in march. Managed to easily do 4 of the 6 miles I set myself, which considering I hardly ever run is great. Rave: A friend is giving me his marathon training plan so I should be all ready for this thing. Rave: Met a girl on the underground on Saturday and exchanged numbers. Rant: She never replied to my message. Oh well there are plently more out there.
Rant: I'm really over people giving unsolicited advice. There's literally no polite way to tell someone you're taking care of something and to back the fuck off. Some of the instructors I teach with keep giving me opinions about avoiding surgery and just doing Pilates. Advice would be totally welcomed if 1. I hadn't been working in physical therapy full-time for the last 2 years and knew absolutely nothing about rehab. I'm about 200% sure I know more about this than these women. Just saying. 2. If they were licensed medical professionals who had looked at my MRI and examined my ankle. 3. If I were actually ASKING for their opinion on what to do. I'm not. I can't exercise away what's going on in my ankle, and surgery isn't the end of the world like these drama queens talk about it. I've watched many people rehab after this surgery, and it's slow and it sucks, but it isn't the end of the world. Maybe they're right. Maybe I should just do a lot of Pilates and pray about it. Also, I'm trying to work the slow fade with a friend of the family. I want to just be a bitch and tell him to leave me the fuck alone. Rave: This week I've had an exam, a lab practical, and two quizzes. I think I've rocked them all. I have an exam tomorrow. Mambo Taxis to follow. I might get crazy and sleep in Friday since I haven't slept past 6 am in almost 2 weeks. The new guy has his last exam Thursday also, so he's coming over when I get home from work. I thought this would be a bad idea, but it isn't. Yet.
Rant: How did today go from boring to just bad? Oh that's right, because I had an awkward "Look at each other, then pretend we didn't see each other and ignore each other" moment with the ex. Rave: Rangers bitch.
Rant:I have 1 semester of classes left (plus 1 summer class), and it is like the scheduling people are going out of their way to fuck me. There are two classes I absolutely NEED, and I should get into those (even though there are a whopping total of 15 available seats), and they are early morning (8 am) classes. Normally, this is good, means I have the rest of my day to schedule the other 3 classes I need (two 300 or higher Econ classes, and one 300 or higher History class). Here are the problems: All of the 300 level Econ or history classes are either classes I've taken, or they are offered only at 6:30 PM until 9:30 PM at night. So basically, I drive an hour to class at 8 am, get done around 10:30, and then either sit on my ass all day until 6:30, trying to find shit to do around campus (not easy), or drive an hour home, only to drive an hour back for my 6:30 class. If I only have to do this once a week, I am fine with it, I can deal. However, on top of that, I am required to take 2 300 level US history classes, and 2 300 level World History classes. At my counselor's advice, I took a class called race and ethnicity. Now, I don't know if that is US or if it is World. Do I need to take a US history class or a World History class for my final elective? I'd rather take US, as there are only 2 world history classes I haven't taken (and 3 total). One is Premodern China, and the other is Latin American countries. China meets Monday and Wednesday at 5, meaning again, there is a 7 hour gap between classes. Does this campus not offer ANY CLASSES BETWEEN 10 AM AND 4 PM? Oh, and that Latin American studies course? Yeah, doesn't even have a time listed. Of course, the US History class is not only much more interesting (US in the 1960s), but also meets at a significantly more convenient time (11 on Monday and Wednesday), which gives me only an hour and a half break on Mondays and Wednesdays, something that is both convenient (good time to get studying done) and manageable (I don't waste money and gas driving back and forth twice a day 3 days a week). Rant: I'm already forced to take a class on Victorian England this semester. Seriously, that class couldn't get any more boring if it was taught by Ben Stein doing his Ferris Bueller's Day Off voice. I think it could be a serious alternative to every sleep medication ever made. The teacher talks in this fake-british accent that she only busts out for certain words (i.e. instead of saying "nineteenth century" she says "Nointeenth Centuuuryyyy." You've never been to England, you said as much, you said you were raised in New York, you only bust out this BS accent for this class. Knock that shit off, it is just annoying. Rant: College classes that take attendance and fail you if you miss so many days. Look, if I can only show up for your class once a week and still get an A, then let me. Don't punish me because you don't know how to effectively teach and keep my interest. I missed 3 classes before the first exam and not only did I get an A, I got a 102 percent. Still, I miss 2 more classes and she'll drop me from the course. I could honestly not go again for the next three weeks, show up for the exam after having read the book, and ace that exam in no time. God damn, I can't wait to be done with school, this semester has sucked so much. Rave: Since returning to school, I've taken 13 classes and gotten 13 A's. I graduated from college with a 2.85 GPA (including 2 years here, and 2 years at Purdue), and have brought it up to a 3.10. It sucks that it took me working for 4 years and being out of college to learn how easy it can be to get A's in college courses. Seriously, put in the work (i.e. read the book) and A's are easy to come by. This semester I might see a B or two, but whatever, as long as my GPA stays above 3.00, I'll be happy. Rant/Rave?: When I actually start teaching, I really have to learn to watch my language again. It was fine when I was working in my old job in a high school, but since leaving that job and coming back to college, I think I've let 4 years worth of pent up cursing loose all at once. I just re-read that whole rant, and wow did I cuss a lot. I actually went back and deleted about 14 uses of the word "fuck" or some variation thereof.
RANT: May have just flagged the fuck out of a lab midterm. Not because I didn't know the material--oh, no. I wouldn't bitch about that. But having a complete communication breakdown between lab prof. and class prof. means that instructions got garbled, we had to set up our own stations, and there literally wasn't enough time for our class to finish even half of the exam before we had to leave... The lab prof. was crying and apologizing during our lab. She also sobbed about her ongoing mental breakdown, and how it's all because of her department head undermining the professors in that field because he's an asshole. I appreciate the fact that she understands our shitty situation and I feel bad that she's in a crappy situation herself, but BE FUCKING SILENT while I'm taking a test. Jesus. Can't wait to see how this all shakes out. /sarcasm Rave: Did well on my other midterm, and I anticipate doing well on the rest of them. Rant: Officially broke. Not cool. Rave: Started casually dating again. No longer convinced of my inevitable spinsterhood. Possibility of sex with someone other than myself!!!! RANT: I am so awkward. Date-appropriate banter is something that doesn't come naturally to me. Rave: My life is drastically different now than it was 6 months ago. And while things aren't all roses, they're good enough. I'm satisfied.
Rave: I'm being wooed! I think I like it. This one actually like me enough to try. Awesome. Rant: Old FWB has his panties in a bunch. Apparently a year isn't long enough to pull your head out of your ass. I told him to suck it.
Rant: So over work at the moment. Its a downward spiral that hasn't changed for a while. Time to start looking at contractor jobs. Rave: Have the next two weeks off work to go away for representative sport.
Rave: Got to love the Asian Law Club. Pizza and sushi at the meetings, plus awesome outlines for all of my classes.
Rant: I am so fucking sick of being hounded for money on Facebook. Congratulations that you're doing a charity: hike, walk, run, ride, swim, backflip, fuck but I'm not interested in sponsoring you. Posting it to your wall so I can see it is fine but don't fucking pester me via IM whenever you see me online. I haven't even spoken to you in over a year and you're going to beg for money? I'll just keep donating to the five charities I already donate to. Shelter dogs, cancer kids, and girls dancing their way thru college get my money and no one else.
Rave: Going to Chino Latino tonight with the hot doctor. It seems that things are really going well and have possibility to work out. I have a double date with my friend and her friend (the other two who were with us when we met) on Friday. Rant: Work. Work sucks right now. Working for a political firm around election time blows ass. 14 hour days of doing boring, repetitive, bitch-work. However, I should get a day or two off after election day. Rant: People who can't figure out basic functions in Excel. It's not fucking rocket science; how did you get hired without knowing how to use a simple sum() function?
Rant: will be another two weeks before i get my new health card in the mail, which is a rant because Rant: My neck is all kinds of fucked up. It cracks like a motherfucker every time I turn it, and hurts a fair bit too. also sometimes I feel like my head isn't quite level. Sometimes my shoulders hurt too, but not nearly as often. It feels like I always want to pop/crack it but can't quite do it. Rant: Really don't want to do karate when i'm worried like, a vertebrae will pop or something and I'll turn into a paralyzed gimp Rave: NYC for the first time this weekend.
Rave You're welcome. You can keep my smiley face boxers. Rave Got an interview for a personal training job. I don't have any formal training credentials but they were impressed by my athletic and freelance training resume. Keeping my fingers crossed for a good interview. Pay is incredible.