RAVE: "Wolf of the Plains" by Conn Iggulden - read it. It's a historical fiction novel about the life of Genghis Khan, and it's fucking awesome. It's part of a series of four books, and if you'll excuse me, I have to get going on book two. Genghis is about to start up some serious shit.
Rave: Mega millions is up to 237 million. This time is the time. I can feel it. Rant: Company decided: Fuck it, we are going to be open NYE until 6pm Rave: The last 2 years we have closed at noon, and gotten the rest of the day paid.
Rave New avatar, yyyeaahhh boyyeeee Rant Lacking on sleep, might be hurting later tonight Rant Still waiting on my new debit card and ID in the mail that I lost on Sunday Rave No plans made for ringing in the New Year, but its better that way...going to watch the Notre Dame/Florida game with a friend and probably start drinking early
Rant: I'm Gonna feel bad (not really) when kuhjäger's dreams get crushed as I stuff an oversize novelty Mega Millions check in my pocket. Its my turn fucker. Rave: Frost on the ground, but it will still be in the high 60's/low 70's today. We may have poverty, commies, fires, and mudslides but fuck all...the weather is great. Have fun shoveling snow bitches. Also, spicy Menudo soup with cilantro and onions for breakfast.
Rant: I live in Indiana, near Chicago. We had fucking thunderstorms this morning that woke me up at 6 AM. Thunderstorms and 50 degrees on December 31st. What. The. Fuck. Rave: Most of the snow is gone, so if it calms down and stops raining long enough, today would be an excellent day to pull down the Christmas Lights. Rant: It hasn't stopped raining yet.
Rant: The cocksucker who did my original inventory/estimate for the moving company WAY underestimated. Due to being screwed in the past, the movers re-did the inventory and estimate before they would touch everything. Of course I had very little choice in the matter. rave: The woman at the company's office said the computer estimate on weight was 4000lbs (original estimate 2100), but I decided to say "fuck it" and let them load it, and I'd pay for the exact measured weight when they got it back to the warehouse. Final weight: 2900 lbs. Only $400 more than my original estimate, which is better than the $1000 increase she was going to stick to me. Rave: The actual movers were pretty awesome. All my stuff minus a suitcase and my laptop bag is safely packed and ready for delivery sometime in the next 7-14 days. I wish I'd always known to save myself the trouble and hire movers every time. Mega-Rave: I don't start my new job until the 12th, and my last day at the old job was yesterday. Sure, I'll have shit to do once I get to Texas, but this 13 day no-work span is the first time I've gone more than 4 days without working in 8 years.
Rant I didn't get "paid" by the VA for some unknown goddamn reason. Cue me not having money to cover rent, and my New Year's being completely fucked. I've asked my parents to help my ass out twice in the last five years, asking for help is something I loath doing. So yeah asking my parents for money is a big deal to me, luckily they were cool about it and didn't even ask what I needed it for. so ya RAVE for having awesome parents Apart from my financial situation everything else in my life is going rather well, I got a 3.7 for this last term, I get laid on a consistent basis, and college has proven itself to be both fun and challenging.
Rave: Startin tonight off with a few Blue Moon - Winter Abbey Ale's. Rant: Waiting another hour or so for the shit storm to start. Rave: Shit storming & keg stands. Happy New Years Eve BISH'S
Rant- Small talk. Waiting to purchase my Red Bull to nurse my hangover from a massive NYE bender and the guy in line behind me insists on talking to me. First topic, the weather. Taking a cue from my monosyllabic responses, he moves on to the economy. I grunt and then stop responding altogether. Am I an anti-social asshole? Yes.
Rant: Got hit by a drunk driver last night at about 8.30pm on my way to my friends house from supper. He fucked up my bumper, tail gate, tail light and chances are Im going to need a new box. Rave: Had a good time last night though after I delt with the cops and when drinking commenced.
RAVE: The deal has been finalized. We be going to Daytona this year, to compete in the Rolex 24 Hrs of Daytona. Yee fucking haw! Now it's off to go shoot someone in the face with a shotgun. Or not. We'll see how it goes.
Rave: All the Christmas lights and decorations have been boxed and returned to the attic. The holidays are officially over in this house. Classes don't kick back up until the 18th for me, but they do on Monday for my kids. Ah, the sound of silence!
Rant/Rave- Went to Borders' yesterday to buy some generic popular books (Tucker's new book, Adam Carolla's book, "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo), but then stopped when I realized the hardcovers were $25 each, the paperback was $8, and with taxes, it would be about $64. I was still going to buy the paperback and a calender, but the line was insane. I don't know why, but bookstore employees always seem to take their sweet fucking time with everything. I just left. Just filled out the shipment on Amazon, and it's a mere $33. How do conventional bookstores expect to compete when their mark-up is nearly 100%, and their customer service sucks?
Rant: I've enjoyed my experience in the military as a whole so far, but fuck if being in Technical School isn't boring. Rave: Only two sweet months before I finish up tech school and move on from the stupid phase/transition programs. Rave: It's a lot warmer back down in Texas than it is in Ohio.
Rant: I'm so tired that I feel like I could fall asleep standing up. Who makes plans on New Year's Day? This bitch. I know I'll have fun, but I just want to sleep right now. Rave: NYE was awesome! Rave: I'm slowing weaning off the crutches and walking on my own. This makes life so much easier!
Rave: Last shift at the bar tonight before I go to India. Most of the staff are coming by to see me off which should be fun. Be interesting to see if my ex (who I work with) stops by Rant: Really really starting to get nervous now. I'll be gone for 4 months, pretty much on my own in a country I've never been to before. Even though I've got work and accommodation organised while I'm in Goa I'd be lying if I said I wasn't shitting it. Best get used to not having full control over my bowels the food over there being what it is. Rave: However 4 months away from everything should be exactly what I need.
Rant 3:45 AM, having been asleep for like 45 minutes, I get a text message, 'u awake?' I reply that I fucking am now. 'Drink spiked, freaking out'. I feel a little bad for being pissed at the time of the call. I call and get the story, she's no longer at the bar, she's at home and physically safe - but has had a drink spike of some nature. She's clearly fucked in half but swears only had three drinks. She's all over the shop telling me what's happened. Her roommate wasn't drinking with her, but is too drunk to wake up, letalone to look after her. I have to threaten to call mutual friends to get her address, or call emergency and report the situation, and explain that they'll find her address from the GPS unit in her phone and send an ambulance, before she agrees to compromise and call a friend who lives near by and get a babysitter there. Drink spikes are usually (80 to 80 percent of cases) one of two events - a date rape attempt, or a drug cook testing a batch. When some high school drop out who failed 9th grade chemistry gets a recipe for ecstasy from the internet, he doesn't want to taste the first batch himself. But he also doesn't want to sell a pound brick to a bike gang and have it kill one of their clients - so it's common to just take a bunch of the shit to a bar, spike some drinks and watch the papers. Just being home safe doesn't mean she's out of the fucking woods in terms of serious harm risk. She's covered in bruises from consensual activities a couple of nights ago, which might justify not wanting to go to hospital - but it makes me wonder how much of the story I'm not hearing, I don't know this girl well enough to know that she's not the kind of crazy who'd make this sort of claim for attention - it wouldn't be the first time someone's done that to me - but I feel like a dick for even wondering if that's the case. There's no way I'm letting the issue drop until someone sober assures me that they're going to keep an eye on her until she's slept it off. I got her to get some fluids and sugars into her system and talked to the friend who's babysitting her. The friend has clearly had a few drinks. Grah. Fuck it, she can answer questions coherently and she's wide awake - good enough to hand over to. It's now 4:40 AM, I'm paranoid, frustrated, irritated, worried and generally not sleepy. And have to be up in a few hours to be productive. Fuck.