Rave: Inceased my credit card limit to an adult sized amount! Not that I will actually need to use it all. But its nice to know I have it.
RAVE: Last night I hosted a little shindig for some friends under the theme of "Deep-fried Delights". Menu items included wontons, battered bananas, sweet potato fries, cream cheese stuffed pickles, tortilla chips and battered cauliflour. Everything hand made, some of it grown in my backyard this year. RANT: After a dozen beer and two dozen different deep-fried items, I've put my toilet into therapy and my ass is burning so badly that I'll start a fire next time I pass gas.
Rant: Fuck me. My free ride for grad school just got fucked by the Swedish government. Somehow in all my communications I had missed that there was a $125 application fee. "What the hell?" I thought. So I looked into it and apparently I had completely missed the fact that foreign students now have to pay for all studies where it once was free aside from some fees. How I missed this in all my research I don't know. I thought it was going to be like, a couple grand a year, a token fee. That would be fine. Instead it is over 18k a year starting fall 2011. My wife is still free as a citizen, which means that I can get permanent residence much more easily, but this delays our plan by a while. Edit: Rave: Living in Sin might have had its benefits. It looks like I can get a work around having lived with a citizen for a long time.
RANT/RAVE? Little update: I've decided to forgive the husband. I know there are some that will wish me a long and unhappy life with someone that would do something that bad. That's fine, I would probably say the same thing if the shoe was on the other foot. All I know is that I love my husband beyond words and I want this to work out. RANT: That being said, I'm still annoyed. JOB RELATED RANT: Days like today make me wonder if I'm cut out for the sometimes harsh world of criminal justice. After sitting through a motions hearing for a 20 year old guy that beat a 10 day old infant to death, I began to feel a dull sense of rage that I haven't felt in a long, long time. I am unable to fathom why I can easily distance myself from hearing about how predators rape children but having this animal stand two feet away from me knowing he took a helpless baby and smashed his skull in...I felt like making the street run red with this fucker's blood. Tiny RAVE: Leftover risotto. Comfort food on a windy, cold day.
Rave: A buddy of mine who's a little crazy but a hell of a fun guy called me at lunch today. Could I take 5-6 days off? Sure. What about next week? Sure. Ok good because we're flying to Colorado and heading down to Durango to pick up a low mile BMW 850ci and drive it back to NH the long way (I never got to ask what the long way was). I could use a road trip and my parents have been bothering me to take care of the pooch. Win win.
RANT: Didn't pass the TORFL test. Fuck my understanding of Russian grammar with a hairbrush. RANT: This probably means I didn't pass that class. Wasting tuition, woo! RANT: Wasting tuition means I'll be less likely to do fun/education-related things this summer. RAVE: the TORFL test is a 2-day thing. Having failed the grammar section on that first day means that today's free for me!
Rant: So the kinda-sorta is now firmly in the "not gonna happen" territory after this past weekend's events. Her and my ex are acquaintances at their medical school. While I was working Friday night, there was a skit show that the medical students put on every year. After the show, new girl decided to walk up to the ex just to tell her that we were now dating. I don't know why but I can only imagine it was to start shit. Ex, who was wasted, replied, "Get him girl! He's good in bed!" I was ok with this. New girl then asked for details on why ex and I broke up. This, I was not ok with. I had already discussed this past relationship with the new girl fairly early on and gave an accurate depiction as to why it didn't work out. The ex gave pretty much the same story that night after the show. I know all of this because new girl told me she went up to the ex and talked to her. I guess the story is pretty anti climactic but I just felt like the new girl went diggin' where shouldn't have been a-diggin'. I felt like she went snooping in my past for absolutely no reason. Especially when she was the one who wasn't sure exactly how she felt about me. To everyone but me, she refers to me as her boyfriend. I just get day-to-day mixed signals. I feel it is some kind of possessive behavior and I am too old for it. edit: yay for 100th post!
RANT: Winter has finally arrived in Chicago and it sucks. I constantly worry that the icy wind may actually peel part of my face off. RAVE: I think I am extremely close to locking up a job with a great firm on their biggest account. Its not what I've always envisioned myself doing, but it would be great to work somewhere that doesn't suck in a position that is vitally important to a team. RANT: Even though I love my room and I pay the least rent of any of my roommates, this double exposure is a complete bitch when aforementioned weather hits and I have to keep a space heater on to keep the temperature above 55 degrees. I worry about my guitars getting f'ed up, much less sleeping when I feel like I can see my breath. RAVE: One of my best friends has just started dating a girl he has been into for awhile and her best friend happens to be a knockout, just my type, and apparently there seems to be some mutual interest. This could very well go absolutely nowhere, but its fun as hell when you first start into this sort of thing, especially with how stunning this girl is.
Rant: I'm bored at home on a Tuesday and hardly any of the Bond movies are available to watch instantly on Netflix. Damn you. Damn me for not owning any of them either I suppose.
Rant: Why the hell did they cancel Terriers? They sure as hell aren't going to replace it with anything better. Dammit.
Rant I leave to go work out of Ft Mac for the next two weeks tomorrow. When did I find this out? Yesterday. I have NO Christmas shopping done so there is very little chance that anybody will actually be getting a gift on Christmas day. People get New Years gifts, right? Well they do now. Rant I will also be missing the Christmas party and my birthday. Slight Rave I might get to fly in a helicopter, which would be kind of cool.
Rave: Dude nobody likes at work quit! Rant: I have to go in to cover for his ass tomorrow. Rave: It's a small price to pay for the refreshing lack of a creepy, stares-at-people-from-across-the-store, incompetent, annoying fuck-up in my day-to-day life.
RAVE: Successfully converted the girl-I-like-sleeping-with-but-don't-want-to-date into a FWB, seemingly without hurting any feelings. My first such arrangement since undergrad. I've had several girls post-college I've slept with despite no intention of seriously dating, but no official, acknowledged FWBs. Yeehaw. RANT: I'm getting subtle "I'm unstable" vibes from her and I'm expecting this to blow up in my face. RAVE: Two job interviews this week! One of which I'm really, really, excited about. After a lull of nearly half a month. RANT: If I make it to 2011 without gainful employment, I'm going to be seriously depressed.
Rant: A total fucking loss. Fuck my awful driving genetics. Let's recap. I've financed $22,000 for a vehicle I can't drive because the bottom of my shoe was wet. Now I have no vehicle, a huge financial burden, and my insurance rate for the piece of shit I'm going to have to buy is going to give me a pants down spanking. I need a fucking cigarette.
Rant> AHH. I posted this already but Im so pissed because the name of this fucking thing thing is right on the tip of my tongue. Its driving me nuts not being able to remember what their called. What Im forgetting is the name of those websites where you get like an hour to buy a high end product like oakley thats for sale for a killer deal. After that hour a new item comes up and you can buy that. Its only at an item to item basis. SHIT. I forget the name of those things so I cant even google a website. Im thinking there called "Rocket Auctions" or some shit like that. Can anyone help me!!??
Rant: Well, the clusterfuck that is my education class just keeps rolling along. Today was our last scheduled class meeting, and we were supposed to get together, watch the tapes of us teaching, get some feedback from classmates and the professor, then ask any final questions about our final reflection paper. Of course that doesn't happen. The professor is out of town, so we have her assistant. Her assistant is a nightmare. She is the person who checked on us at the schools, and she was fairly consistently rude to everyone. She would interrupt lectures or the kids presentations and make unreasonable demands of the teachers who were good enough to volunteer to help us. For example, she demanded that the teacher we were working with secure us "about 20" people for the kids to interview. We struggled to get one person, nor did we need any more than that. Most of us were actually fearful of having her leading our class for the entire day. I have never been fearful of a professor or teacher before, but in this case, we were absolutely freaking out. On top of that, there was serious debate about what else was due today. Some people swore that we had to have our entire unit plan, rubrics, and lesson plans printed and ready to go. Others thought we only needed our tapes. Mass confusion. We sat around for 40 fucking minutes waiting, and she finally strolled in. She told us we were to watch 5 of the videos today and the other 5 on Thursday when we meed again. Two problems: First, we only meet Tuesdays, for 4 hours. There is no Thursday class, and none of us had any intention of coming that day. 4 hours was plenty of time to see the tapes, if we were able too. Second, we couldn't physically watch any of our videos. Half were on SD cards, and the other half were on mini-cassettes. The equipment in the room could play neither. According to the assistant that was there, the professor was supposed to secure the necessary equipment. She did not. Finally, because the actual professor wasn't there, we couldn't even ask her any questions about the final paper. The assistant had no idea about the paper. After what I consider to be one of the most wasted hours of my life, we left after having turned in our videos to at least prove that we came prepared and ready to go. This class has been a nightmare; the single most unorganized and poorly explained class I've ever taken. It is such a shame, because I really like the teacher as a person, and as the head of the department she is amazing and helpful. However, the class itself is a clusterfuck, consisting of a semester-long project that is poorly explained and executed. The true shame if it all is that no one will say anything to her, because she is the head of the department and people are too afraid to question her. The people who take this class next year will have to suffer through this same shit. Rave: After Tuesday, I am fucking done with all this silly shit, at which point it is time to get shitfaced and complete my christmas shopping.
In response to a rep from my last post: Rant: Today was the last class and I just realized, we weren't given an opportunity to evaluate the class. We were never given teacher or class evaluations (usually given in the last class of the semester), and the evaluation isn't available online. I wanted an evaluation for this class more than any other, ever. This makes me think that she knows the class is crap, because usually it is the job of the department head to get the evaluations out, but she IS the department head. Every other class I've ever taken at this school has gotten evaluated by the students at the end of the semester.