Rant & Rave Thread

Rave: Drunk! Awesome!

Rant: School kicks into super-high gear starting tomorrow. Three tests and 4 papers, all due or done within the next 2 1/2 weeks. Going to have to hit the ground running.

 

Rave: Fruit Punch Four Loko is absolutely tolerable.

Rave: Jim Beam and Ginger Ale to follow. Drinking two Loko's in a row is suicide.

Rave: Met someone today that wants to buy my truck.

Rant: Selling my truck. ('06 Dodge 4 door 4x4 Diesel 2500)

 

Rant: Jesus Titty Fucking Christ. I forgot how much I hate it when members of my family get drunk. My almost-wife's family can get drunk and they're the jolliest motherfuckers you'll ever talk to. My family becomes, at best "Violently stupid" ...

Highlights from being awakened at 2:30AM by my Screaming-Drunk Sister and Pass-Out Drunk StepBrother.

1 - I have a dog that is highly defensive of me. My step-brother, half-passed out, attempted to Dance like the guy on the TV. Somehow, with the stumbling and him nearly falling on me, the dog saw this as a threat and started attacking him. The StepBrother got bit in the leg (thankfully not bad) and with the way the dog was snapping at him while I was dragging the dog away, the StepBro nearly got holes punched into his dick.

Then my sister started calling me an asshole for not letting her "cuddle with the puppy" since I threw him in his cage, so he wouldn't bite anybody.

2 - My sister ordered several movies on On-Demand and then, five minutes later, started yelling at my sleeping nephew for renting movies. After I put her in her fucking place with facts and some yelling, I told her to go to bed and leave him alone and she plopped onto his Twin Bed (she, uhh ... is large and doesn't fit) and forcefully snuggled with him.

She's passed out in his bed and my nephew is on the couch.

3 - My nephew, after being yelled at, did learn that he is getting "a big, beautiful black Wii" for Christmas. Good job Sister! With her calling it that, I'm just glad she means the game system.

4 - My sister's dog, a Jack Russell, has been barking like a fucking psycho throughout all of this, because it's her way of handling stress.

5 - The sight of my step-brother stumbling around after breaking a glass table (by falling on it - Thanks to his leather jacket, he isn't really that busted up) mumbling, "Don't judge me! Don't judge me! Don't judge me! Don't judge me ..."

I'd like to point out that both of these people are in their 30s and I could list to #50 of stupid shit that's happened tonight.

Rave: I know my conversation with the both of them explaining why I put my dog up is going to be really funny tomorrow. Somehow they didn't seem to believe that if I let him out of his cage, despite the snarling and previous attack that he was going to do anything.

And my step-brother passed out in the seated position, with the Jack Russell furiously licking the inside of his mouth is going to be really funny to remember after I go to bed now.

Rant: I couldn't find my fucking iPhone, or else I'd have a video.

 

Rant: Some CUNT scraped my truck's back bumper on Friday. Nothing looks shittier than scraped up gloss black paint.

Rave: Left the house at 4:30AM to be at Home Depot for the door opening at 5. There were two other guys there. Grabbed the 10 things I needed in under 10 minutes and was out of the store by 5:16.

Hit the Lowe's down the street and no one was there. Grabbed the things I needed there including every single Skil compound miter saw they had on sale (there were only 4 in the whole store) and was on my way home by 5:45 before the insanity of Black Friday started.

Rant: 18 degrees here this morning... which means it's officially too fucking cold for me to be bringing the dog out for his morning piss in just boxer shorts.

 

Rant: Apparently at 5 AM the "Rant & Rave Thread" and "Funny Rep Comments Thread" look pretty damn similar.

Rave: Also, saw Bonobo in concert yesterday. Fuck that shit is awesome.

 

Swiss Political Rant ahead. Spoilered for its political nature.

Spoiler

Rant: Fuck the Swiss voters. Fuck them all. Democracy is highly overrated*


* No, I don't really mean that, but when over half of the voters decide to enshrine a form of overt racism into the constitution, that's pretty fucked up in my book.

 

Rant: Today was supposed to be my first day of snowboarding. Instead I am sick.

 

Rant: Holy hell do I have gas today. The monstrosity that is the sound of my farts is resembling an Atom Bomb being exploded. I'm pretty sure the dog three houses down heard one earler as he started barking immediately after that monster fart.

 

Rant- There needs to be lines in the aisles of grocery stores similar to those on roads because people are fucking retarded.

Let me correct myself, people at Walmart are fucking retarded.

Seriously, do you not see me coming down the aisle as you walk dead center? I know you never took science in high school, but I physically cannot fit my shopping cart in the six inches of leeway you gave me on my side. Either you're so engrossed in buying generic toilet paper, or you're a cunt and choose not to give any space to your fellow shoppers.

Fuck you, I'm tightening my grip on my cart and picking up speed. It's going to be a tight fit, but if something catches on your cart and jolts you over a few inches, so be it. I'll have a smile on my face regardless.

Brace for impact bitch.

 

Rant: leaving hawaii today

Rave: Get to hit up the airport restaurant and bar before we leave

Rave: Get to go home. Kind of missing it after a week and a half.

 

Rave:

Unlike Durbanite, I ended my self-imposed dry spell last night. Self-imposed due to the amount of stupidity associated with some vaginas.

"Oh. You fucked my best friend? SURE. We can fuck." - No. Not my thing.

Man. That shit felt GREAT. What have I been missing for the past year?

 

Rant/Rave? E's "Bridalplasty" starts tonight. This is the reality show where 12 future brides compete for plastic surgery before their wedding day (the winner gets free work). The girl is coming over to watch it. This has to be the most completely insane ideas I've ever heard about. Hollywood has stooped to a new low. However, why is this somewhat of a rave? The comedy in this show is going to be completely off the charts. A bunch of vain women competing for PLASTIC SURGERY. One can only imagine what will happen. Plus, the girl is a psychiatrist (the MD kind) and she is so eager to watch and analyze the issues with these women (she's also a sucker for reality TV). It's going to be fantastic listening to her comments.

Link to the trailer

Rave: Last night was unreal. Easily in my top 5 nights ever. The steak was amazing and the sex was even better.

 

Rave: Great 5 day weekend. Lots of drinking, great food, great football, and great weather. I have to go back to the real world tomorrow, but I needed this vacation and it was worth it.

Rant: What the fuck happened to my mom? She's been a pissy bitch all week and just flipped out at me because I left a toothbrush in her bathroom. It's a fucking a toothbrush. How do you care? Get over it. Then she started babbling about everyone being annoyed by my 'weird thoughts', whatever the fuck that means. Nobody else seems to have a problem. If she wants to act like this I can take my vacations elsewhere.

Rave: Next vacation to Vancouver. Still a ways out, but I can't wait.

 

Rave: Finished my take home econ test. This class has been my only 'blow-off.'

Rave: Making some progress on my 'review of the reviews' of a book for another class. Basically, before we start the discussion of the next (8th, and final) book for the class, I have to find reviews of the book, and review those reviews. Hopefully, after tomorrow, I will only have 3 papers and 2 tests remaining, and if I remain on schedule, by next Friday, I will have finished 2 of those 3 remaining papers (and I fully plan to remain on that schedule).

Rant: Finding reviews is fucking absurdly difficult, as the book was published in late 2006, and there are no reviews anywhere before 2007, and finding full articles online, let alone reviews in general, has been damn near impossible. Finally got a lead on a good review, but unfortunately my school's library database won't fucking load, so I can't see it.

Rave: It isn't due until at least Tuesday, possibly Thursday. Gives me time to get the paper copy of the review.

Long and particularly uninteresting rant about my teaching class ahead:

Spoiler

Rant: Also due this week: 3 lesson plans and updated Unit Plan for class I am teaching; all grades due (no major issue there, won't take long). After this, a very long analysis of my work as a teacher this semester, including analysis of the data (i.e. the grades the students received on the project I've been teaching). Fun fact: I (and my classmates) have no clue what she wants on this particular paper. None. Zero. She told us to 'follow the directions' which are incredibly vague at best, and frustratingly asinine at worst. This teacher is also incapable of explaining what the fuck we're doing, as has been the theme of the whole class. Hoping to sit down with her tomorrow to figure it out, but not holding my breath. Luckily, this long (7 to 10 pages) paper is the last thing due this semester.

Rave/Rant: This time, 3 weeks from now, I'll be fucking done. I'll finally be able to relax and put this nightmareish semester behind me. Most classes weren't an issue, but my teaching class has been so far beyond frustrating it is astonishing. I know I'll be a good teacher. Being in the classroom the past few weeks has been fantastic, and I do well there and always feel comfortable. It is the actual class that has been driving me insane. When we had our catch-up session a few weeks ago, I made it abundantly clear to the teacher that I was always significantly more nervous going to her class than I was actually teaching, because when teaching I know what I'm doing, whereas in class, I rarely feel like I have any clue what is going on or what she expects of us. She simply nodded and barely acknowledged my frustration. I have never had a class where I am so nervous I am visibly shaking when I go in, but that is how I feel about her class. That is how little I know when I show up. I have not missed a single class, and yet every time we meet she says things that make me feel like I have missed four classes worth of work. She skips around and fails to explain incredibly major assignments with any sort of clarity. To top all of this off, she also happens to be the head of the department, so it isn't as if I can go over her head to complain about her.

Here is the strange irony: As a person and as a department head, she has been awesome. She clearly seems to care about us as students of the department of teacher preparation, but somehow at the same time is completely oblivious to the fact that no one in her class knows what the fuck she wants as students in her class. She is the only professor I have who will remind us of important dates (i.e. when registration starts, when we should take the Praxis II). When it comes to answering questions about the program or the changes that it is going through (and, due to ever-changing state laws when it comes to teachers, our program has made major changes to the requirements every semester since I've returned) she has been fantastic and understanding. When it comes to answering questions about the class or what she wants from us in terms of assignments, she has been absolutely the worst professor I have ever had, and I have had professors that barely have a grasp on the English language.

 

rant: FUCKKKKKKK. I spilled a brand new bottle of Hoppes #9 gun solvent on the taupe carpet in my loft when I was cleaning one of my guns. Fucking shit is probably going to leave a stain even though I wiped and washed it for a half hour. Now the whole top floor of my house smells strongly of Hoppes and is probably going to smell like that for a few days. My mom is going to be pissed.

 

Rant: Tomorrow marks the beginning of 3 weeks of hell. Final exams, lab practical exams, multiple written and practical exams for my certification at work, and getting ready for my surgery that goes down less than 48 hours after this exam marathon ends. If I can get through this without biting someone's head off it will be a Christmas miracle. As a side note, I've been studying the histology of the reproductive organs. We're gross, even on a microscopic level.

Rave: The one bright spot is that I'm already accepted to my doctorate program. As long as I get B's or above in these prereq classes everything is good. I would pretty much have to not show up to these exams to make C's, but I want to do my best. Damn perfliction.

 

Rave Da Bears! Overrated, my ass.

Rave 3 weeks with nothing to do but lift and piss around. This should be interesting.

Rant 15 hours of driving back to Savannah tomorrow. Fuck this. Gonna be a five hour energy in one hand, a giant can of Blue Monster in the other hand and a tin of Grizzizzle Mint in the back pocket with whatever I can find on ESPN radio for company.

 

Rave: Fuck you guys. Im only 19 and living at home in our big house and land is alot better then living in a shit hole apartment in Hamilton.

 

Fantasy football rant: FUCK THIS FANTASY YEAR. I went back and counted today. I have played the person with the best point week 6 out of the 12 weeks so far (including this week). During those weeks I was 2nd in points 4 times, with a respectable 4th and terrible 8th mixed in. Now I am 8th in the league out of 10, sitting behind a guy who still starts Tony Romo because he hasn't checked his line up in 5 or so weeks. I don't know what it is about my team, but somehow the other team always has the games of their lives. Today, Payton Hillis and Dwayne Bowe light it up, and I still only managed to lose by 4 gut wrenching points because of the touchdown catch by Jacob Tamme.

Rant: The next three weeks will suck as I try to whip as much anatomy, electronics, bioethics, and probability ass as possible in school. Will most likely end up with B's in all of them though. =(