Rave: Just ended things with the ex who I was trying to turn into a casual fuck buddy but she actually wanted to get back together and have a meaningful relationship and follow me to law school in the fall and eventually get married and that kind of shit. Rant: No more steady sex. Rave: She will not be following me to law school in the fall. Rant: I actually love this girl and feel like an asshole.
Rant: No word back on whether or not I got the job I interviewed for last week. Rant: I'm at work for a week again, which isn't inherently a bad thing. What is a bad thing is I don't have a place of my own up here, so I'm stuck couch surfing and imrovising, which after 6 months is wearing on my patience. Rant: Payroll fucked up my paycheck twice so far this month, and it's only the 8th. First they incorrectly marked me under the wrong deadline, so I got my check a week late. Now apparently they've paid me the wrong amount, since my bank account only recieved about 10% of what I was due. Gonna have to go bitch at some bureaucrats tomorrow. Rave: At least since it's finals week the university has a bunch of free dinners for students studying all night, and apparently I do a pretty damn good student impression. It's all in the buttox. Rave: My week's schedule changed throughout the course of the day for the awesome. I now have a pseudo-date tomorrow night with a girl I met that seems really cool, and we're gonna go get absolutely blasted at some karaoke bar tomorrow night. Rant: It seems I'll be listening to Karaoke all night. Rave: She's hot. Rave: In addition, I have a date for Thursday hanging out with a different girl I know and playing Edward 40-hands. Rave: She's also hot. Rant: This second girl is as dumb as a brick. Oh well, I guess at least that means I won't have to be able to carry on intelligent conversation on my second consecutive night of binge drinking. Rave: I had an absolutely brilliant idea last night. Let me illustrate...WITH ALGEBRA!! Spoiler + + = I figure I'll mod it myself and put the speaker on the inside so it's not visible, get me a good expensive-looking $1 cane from the dollar store, I already have a gold monocle, and pimp-walk through Compton blaring Scott Joplin's greatest hits. It'll be fucking badass. Rave: I want to start a show "Pimp my Top Hat". Shit's SO cash. Rant: There's some fucking crazies in my life right now trying to squeeze me for free do-it-yourself-therapy Rave: Over the years I've perfected the art of insensitivity and lack of empathy for these people. I now make inappropriate jokes when they seek out my help. It's amazing how little drama your life contains when you basically tell drama-whores to fuck themselves through callousness.
Rant: I'm sure many of you have already bitched and moaned about standing in line for gifts already (except of course all of you cyber geeks who bought all your gifts on-line!! Boner for you!) Anyway the thing that aggravates me above all is when an employee answers the phone and helps someone while I'm in fucking line. Hey $10 an hour moron, I'm sure it's important to help that person calling on the phone and who is not in the store presently but in case you have not noticed I'M FUCKING STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU. I would like some service if you wouldn't mind. I daydreamed about grabbing the kid by his collar and smashing his face on the counter to soothe my tension. Rant: I really think kids have gone to a new level of spoiled and bratty. My buddy just told me he spent $295 on an American Girl RV, she's 6. I have not even spent $295 total on my wife, nowhere close. Unless you count the fuckin 4k we spent on carpets. RAVE: I really do love Christmas time. The lights on the houses look great and there is much more drinking and way more eating, so that's good. Also this time of year in the Philly Burbs is so gray and gloomy it's nice to have something to look forward to. I hate all of you west coast people this time of year, wait that last part probably should have been marked RANT.
RAVE: For a moment, my rep and number of posts were both palindromes, it's the little things. RANT: Broke the seat to my bike this morning, completely fucking up my workout plans. RAVE: I wish a camera were there to film it, the visual must have been hilarious, I'm cracking up right now thinking about it. RANT: Stationary bikes are expensive.
Rant: Christmas parties at work. Actually, I love both Christmas and parties. The rant comes from not knowing what to wear. I have 3 work parties to go to, and I have nothing to wear to any of them. I can't wear heels right now because of my ankle (if I rolled my ankle right now it would be really, really, really bad). But, I love wearing dresses. I have no idea what I can wear with flats. I don't even own dressy flats. The only flats I have are riding boots, Toms, Uggs, and tennis shoes. Usually just wear the riding boots out, but I can't wear those to a Christmas party. Do dressy flats exist? I want to look cute.
Rant: I just found out that our department is entitled to NO TIME OFF FOR CHRISTMAS. Go home at the regular time on Christmas Eve and then come back on Monday morning. Awesome. What's that, family who are going to be staying with me all week? You'd like it if I was able to spend time with you during the day? I'LL FUCKING BET!
Rave: Off this Friday and next Thursday & Friday. Rave: Paid company shut down starts on the 24th and we don't come back until January 3rd. Rant: None to be found.
Rave: Work has allowed me to meet some awesome people in the last week including The Devil Wears Prada. I almost lost my shit when I realized it was them. Almost. They are some of the most beautiful men I've ever seen.
My aunt died yesterday. I still don't know how. And because of my condition, I won't be able to attend the service. Between this, almost dying, and my brother moving away to Little Rock with my two nephews, it is a very sad time. At least I'm alive, have an amazing fiance', and will be there when my child is born.
Un-god-damned-fucking-believable. Rant: Just got off the phone with the professor. First I asked her questions about the paper, explaining that I didn't understand the directions. She read the directions (that, mind you, I just told her I don't understand) and said to just follow that. When I asked for further clarification, she informed me that most of this was stuff I was supposed to be doing all along. Awesome. Of course, it would have been nice had she told me (or anyone, for that matter) that we were supposed to be doing this stuff all along. Maybe, say, before we actually went out and completed the project? Or, hey, before we even started it? I sure as shit didn't know that I was supposed to write a reflection after each lesson, nor did I take into account some of the other things she wants us to write about. I am no clearer on this assignment at all. But hey, this is only the most important paper of the semester, worth 25% of our grade, and going into our professional portfolio that they send out to our perspective employers. Not a big deal. On top of that, she said that we now have to meet next Tuesday, the day of our scheduled final exam. Now, up until just a few minutes ago, I was under the impression that we were done with this class, but nope. Apparently, because we couldn't watch our videos yesterday, she has decided that we need to meet for finals anyway. Just two class meetings ago, we asked her if we needed to come the day of final exams, and she said no, that the only thing due that day was the final paper, and we were just uploading that to a website for her anyway, so we didn't need to come. I can guarantee you that this is going to cause a lot of outrage amongst my classmates. While I am fortunate enough to not have shit to do that day, I know that a few of them will have scheduled work or something else that they are now going to have to cancel. Shit is going to hit the fan. On top of THAT, she said that we were supposed to bring our own adapters to play the mini-cassettes and the SD cards. This goes against what the assistant told us (that the teacher would secure the equipment needed to watch the videos). Now, I had to borrow the camera from the school we were working for in doing our teaching. I don't fucking OWN an adapter that can play a mini-cassette, let alone do I know where to get one, let alone to do I know where to go to buy one that I am only going to use once for THIS ONE FUCKING CLASS! Fuck. Just fuck. This pushes it over the edge. It is official. This class has been the single worst experience of my college career. There is no doubt in my mind that this class, and the way it is taught, by the teacher who teaches it, needs to be obliterated and completely done differently. However, because it is taught by the head of the department, it will continue to be a cluster-fuck of epic proportions, making me question how it is that I am supposed to learn about teaching from undoubtedly one of the worst teachers I have ever had in terms of simply explaining what the fuck it is that she wants from us. That is the most bothersome thing. She has taught this class for years, and I think it has gotten to the point where she knows what she wants so well that she just assumes everyone else knows what she wants, too. She doesn't explain it because she has done it so much it is simple to her. It is like someone with a Ph.D. in math trying to teach a ten year old how to multiply by showing them complex math equations and then getting frustrated that the ten year old doesn't get it. She skips steps in the middle, assumes that we know to do them anyway (hint: we don't know to do something if you don't tell us to do something. It isn't hand-holding, it is explaining what the fuck you want, which is what you tell us to do), and seems to be genuinely frustrated at how the class is doing. I want to talk to every one of my classmates about doing something about this, but honestly, what can we do? She is the head of the fucking department.
Rave? There's a movie filming practically in my backyard. At least I think there is. 15 -20 trailers, catering, massive lights. I can see it from my porch, but I never catch anything happening. The remake of Footloose was filmed down the street, as was the grocery store scene from Zombieland. Georgia (esp my county) must be very accommodating to movie studios.
Nerdy Rave: I was never into facebook game things until recently I saw Snake came out and they had leaderboards. Naturally, I took first almost immediately. But since my coveted spot has been taken a number of times. Until today, just spent around 40 minutes wiggling that little bastard around until I had at least 300 points on the closest person to me in second. Rant: Looking back on it, I can't believe I just spent 40 minutes playing Snake. I need a blowjob.
The ice maker in our 1987 Sub Zero refrigerator died in August. We have a home warranty and have been going around in circles with the service people and the insurance company about fixing the thing, but it's so old apparently they don't make parts for it anymore so it can't be fixed. So, they are going to buy us a brand new stainless steel $8,000 refrigerator.
Rant: I just had a gnat almost fly up my nose, or I almost sucked him up through my nose. Either way, sadly that's the most exciting thing that's happened all day. CAN I GO HOME NOW? Fuck. Actually I lied, I saw a homeless guy get into an argument with his bicycle. Hard to top that.
Rant: Matt Cassel had an emergency appendectomy today. This makes it highly unlikely that he'll play Sunday, even if the Chiefs say there's a 50% chance he'll play. This couldn't have happened at a worse time. Croyle hasn't played in a single game all season and Sunday's game against the Chargers is a big damn game to get thrown into. Rave: I think I'll have a few beers.
Rant: I just can't make myself care about school anymore. Like, I've totally checked out for the semester. This is not OK.
Rave: Finished my final paper for the semester, for that fucking education class. It officially clocks in as the longest paper I have ever written, at a grand total of 64 pages. A lot of that is lesson plans, research that I handed out to students, grade sheets, and other fluff, which brings the total of actual writing by me to about 14 pages, but still, fuck. Rave: After texting another guy in my class, he basically said the teacher can go fuck off and he isn't going Tuesday. This leads me to believe that Tuesday, whether we have class or not, is going to be an extremely interesting day. Rave: With the exception of a few formalities (1 class to turn in a paper, 1 joke of an economics final exam, and that Tuesday debacle of an education class where nothing will be graded), I am fucking done with this semester. Time to get fucked up.