Rave Got off at 3 today. Let the drinking begin. Rant Have to work Friday Rave Three invites for Thanksgiving. Hello leftovers! Rant Having to work Friday means a mostly sober Thursday Rave Got my visa for the UK so this is my last weekend in the States for a while Rant Selling shit sucks. edit to add: RAVE Any time I'm irritable or mildly sad for a moment, Frank's avatar makes me smile. A lot.
Rave: The person that I hate most in this life has to work the day after Thanksgiving Rant: My avatar makes me want to kick puppies.
Rant: Uh... 24 hour flu? I'm straight fucked up right now. Throat hurts, head hurts, my body is sore all over; I have the chills. What the fuck? This shit always happens when the weather changes dramatically. Uh, 70 degrees 2 weeks ago to 35 degrees with pouring rain. Awesome.
Rant: The drive from Minny to KC took 2 1/2 hours longer than it should have. I-35 in northern Iowa was a nightmare. Lots of dipshits making lane changes without signalling too... really brilliant when the road is glazed over and traffic was bumper to bumper. Rave: My girlfriend surprised me with bbq from THREE places in KC upon arrival! I was planning on meeting up with her at Arthur Bryant's once I got into town but scrapped the idea because of the drive. She's a winner.
Rant My mom on thanksgiving is like a woman with Alzheimer's and ADD on speed. She is running around saying every thought she has while repeating herself and speaking inappropriately loud and barging into everyone's conversations. Not to mention she is naturally annoying and inappropriate. Ahhh family.
RAVE Was a good friend last night...could of went out and started boozing earlier, but I waited for my best buddy to get back in from his drive from Chicago. RAVE Thanksgiving....started the day off by coaxing my mom to open a bottle of bubbly and drink one with me. Watching football, and getting ready to gorge on food. RANT Dinner at my aunt's....not thrilled.
Rave/Rant (mainly rave): Was exposed to several drops of military-grade pepperspray (OC) in both eyes today. No, it wasn't because I was resisting arrest, it was part of my operations training. Was a pretty standard setup: after being exposed, run up to a person holding punching padding, punch it for 30 seconds, run to a second and hit with a baton for another 30 seconds, then disarm another with a knife, then place handcuffs. The worst part about it was how involuntary your reactions are, normal reactions are: Losing situational awareness, extreme stress and adrenaline, panic, and of course, intense, searing pain. Basically I went through these stages: 1. Exposed to OC, try to orientate myself, force myself to breathe, force myself to open my eyes which have been clamped shut. 2. Focus on my task and concentrate on putting all my energy on going getting it done. The adrenaline at this point was so intense I had forgotten about the pain and was thinking about three things, breathing, hitting and keeping my eyes open. 3. Calm down so as to properly disarm and handcuff the last "attacker", then wait for the supervizing officer to approve. 4. Finally relax, only to then fully feel the pain, spend the next hour and a half washing my eyes and face in a bathroom. This was by far the worst part. After 30 minutes the the pain had not abated one bit. 5. around 3 hours later I get back the ability to keep my eyes open and see properly. 12 hours later I can still feel the irritant in my eyes. Rant because, well, it sucked. Rave because it is awesome to have done it, and to know that I can still defend myself (at least for a limited period of time) after being exposed. It is also nice to know how you react in stressful situations. Rant because if I ever get peppersprayed by the police, I'll probably through pure instinct start swinging, which is hardly productive in that situation.
Rave: Thanksgiving so far has included drinking at 9am, shooting an arsenal of guns at various objects, skeet shooting, driving atv's around a farm, blowing things up with homemade explosives, and fishing. Now I'm just waiting to stuff my face full of turkey and gravy before I pass out for a couple hours and head to the bar.
Rant? Rave? I don't know. Lately I've been feeling a disconnect from people. Feeling lonely, despite often hanging out with friends. Whether its because I haven't felt a connection with someone in a while, or something else (read: penis) I've been browsing craigslist casual encounters. Sad. I know. I replied to a semi-cute girl with a picture of me half covering my face with a book (anonymity, not pretentiousness...shutup). Surprisingly, instead of ignoring or replying with with a plea to join a porn site, she replied back talking about how it was her favorite book. We discussed the book and I had one of more refreshing intellectual conversations about literature I've had in a while. I'm not sure I feel more connected, but it was strange to find anything but shallow filth in there. It was neat. Oh and I'm sure it was a guy going to rape me, but whatever.
Rave: Got a promotion a couple days ago. Rant: I've worked 37 hours in the past 3 days because of this promotion. Rave: Monies!
Rave: I love Thanksgiving food. Love love love it. Rant: Ever feel like you're never going to have sex again? Yeah. One of those dry spells. Contemplating craigslist. Bad news bears.
RANT: Dear crazy ass chick in HS that somehow manages to sneak into bars. Leave me the fuck alone. I don't know how you managed to swindle your way into the same bar as me multiple times, but if your underage self wasn't bad enough, your incessant lying to attempt to pretend that you are actually 19, 20, 21 was enough to banish you from my life. You're cute enough that I could have filed you under "maybe in 2 years when you're 20 and not in fucking HS", but fuck that. Stop texting me and slyly Facebook messaging me with smiley faces. Its creepy, I'm not Seth Rogan from Pineapple Express. RAVE: Remember when 2 weeks ago you were tossed out of the bar and driven home to your apartment...that you live in with your parents. And then blacklisted from that bar after your Dad was called by the doorman cause your skank ass puked on the floor of the lobby and he then called the bar and try to bitch at manager's? Your welcome.
RANT: The Hungarians have left. There's something to be said for having 8 good natured Hungarian guys come to visit and live in your garage for a week. There's another thing to be said for what happens to a toilet after 8 Hungarian assholes have had their way with it. RAVE: The way their eyes lit up when I cooked them kangaroo and crocodile was like watching a kid at his first Christmas. SUPER RAVE: My shibari ropes have arrived. Ladies, please form an orderly queue....
rave: While its too early to tell if this is going to last, but it appears as if this depressive episode has abated. I know this isn't going to last indefinitely, but its damn nice not feeling like a bag of ass constantly. rave: Threadless.com $10 tee sale?.. that will do nicely rant: Although I feel better about myself and my general situation, nothing has changed. Just got to keep thinking positive and hope that everything will work itself out.
RAVE: Well today is the day, the boys are coming home. For back-story, my wife had the boys just a hair over three months early so they have been at the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit since September 27th. Every day we've made the trek after work to see them for even a couple hours as we live an hour away. We've watched them go from 2lbs 9ounces & 2lbs 13ounces all the way to 5lbs 11ounces and 6lbs 10ounces. We've had heart murmurs, heart rates up to 300bbs & multiple blood transfusions among other things. This has probably been the hardest two months of our lives and it is finally over. As hard as having twin babies can be, I don't think anything can compare to seeing your children having lines run into them sitting in an incubator watching them forget to breath and turn blue. I don't think I'll ever be able to express to those nurses how much their work means to us. As hard as it's been I think we appreciate everything that much more. Most parents look forward to first steps, words, bathroom, etc... We looked forward to seeing their eyes open for the first time, getting the PICC lines out, having them breath a whole day without forgetting, sucking a pacifier and still breath, able to take a bottle, be able to be in open air, etc.. I'm not sure if the day they were born or the day we get to bring them home will be the best day of my life! Now I just have to wait another 8 hours to go get them!
RAVE: Parents are asleep after a wonderful dinner and meeting my friends during a party at my house that didn't end until 2am. MEGA RAVE: Drove to S.C. to meet my new dog and see him go through obedience and protection training. My god, I love him so much already. I think he licked all the makeup off my mom's face. ULTIMATE RAVE: Parents and Teufel #4. I have so much to be thankful for.