Rave: Officially passed all of my certifications with a certificate in the mail. I'm just stoked because my rates go up and I have it gone from the back of my head. Rave: I'm taking a terminology class online. I've never done online classes before. It's really easy and self-paced. I'm pretty sure I could knock it out over the weekend. Does that look bad? Am I obviously cheating or do they even care? I just want it over and done with. Rave: Starting to cut professional ties in one part of the metroplex because my future is in another. I'm irritated with myself for getting too personal with my clients...I feel bad for leaving them. I wish I could just walk away without getting feelings involved. And, some of them have said they'd follow me anywhere, but they'd be crazy to follow me this time. Rant: My lease isn't up til April. I wish I could get out now.
Rave: I needed a good laugh today ... Customer: I need to return this item Wexton: Sure, lets take a look at the receipt He pull out the receipt, it was an old one for the old system which we haven't used in over a year, oh this is going to be good. Wexton: "blank stare"(as i look at the date) .... Sorry sir, you cant return this, it is to old to return. Customer: But it has not been open. Wexton: I understand that, but unfortunately i cant return it because it is about 3.5 years old. (Date on the receipt was 26/09/07). Customer: Oh ok.
Rave, bitches! My new roommates and some friends are making tacos and Thunder Gunning some Nazi Zombies. Free Week at school is bliss.
Rave: Did about 300 sit-ups today; I am going to be SO READY for belly shirt season. I also did nearly 2 push-ups. Rant: I should actually probably be lifting rather than doing cardio-type stuff, I just really don't like lifting very much.
RAVE!!! Finally start Helo school tomorrow!! Halfway done with pilot training as of right now, so in about 6-7 months, I'll have my Wings of Gold!!
Rant: Another semester has started... Rave: I have three design classes. I finally get to do some real engineering. Rave: House party hosted by my house this Friday. Rave: I spent around 4 hours fleshing out an idea for a song on my keyboard, layering everything and getting it just right. Rant: My compact flash card somehow broke itself and I couldn't save what I had made. Had to use a sound recorder from my computer. Ordered a new one, but 4 hrs went to waste because the keyboard doesn't have anything but flash memory without it. As soon as I hit the power... it was gone. Rave: Ordered a new card of amazon, will now have some productive procrastination to work on when not doing vast amounts of electronics. Rant: Still not registered for one of the courses I need this semester...got screwed with lab times and now I have to go through a bunch of University bullshit. Rant: The professor isn't helping what-so-ever. His latest advice was to ask "someone" to switch with me. When I explained that I wasn't in something to switch he said "not my problem" and told me to go to the ever so useless guidance office. Rave: This uselessly long rave/rant post. Rave: Daydrinking Friday is always a good way to pregame the night's party...Captain Morgan Private Stock and Coke = dee fucking licious.
Rave: Grandpas 80th birthday. He's in Arizona, so, he sent all his kids (all five of them), like 1000 bucks to spend on a birthday dinner in his honor. I'm drunk. And ate the best meal in my life. Ever. Seriously. I feel amazing, right now.
Rave: Right, so got into the show after doing some strong-arming. We still need to come up with a band name that doesn't suck balls. Any suggestions?
rant/rave: Uneventful 31st birthday yesterday. Rave: The good folks at job #2 got me a card and some cash. Only been there 4 months. Rant The Spencer Pratts at job #1 got me fuck all. Only a b-day post from the night guy on facebook. Soon I'll be dropping a #2 on job #1. Rant: Not Stephanie Seymour's son. Not the gay part, the making out with 90's hottie Stephanie Seymour part. $16,000 says you're not gay.
RAVE: Our team won trivia last night RANT: I didn't know many of the answers so I wasn't much help RAVE: I'm there to drink and not think RAVE: I got a peice of ass after trivia RAVE: Guys weekend starts at 6 today. Road Trip to Des Moines, IA for Disturbed, Korn, Sevendust, and In This Moment
Rave- feel loads better after spending most of the day in bed smoking bowls (for nausea!), watching movies, dring Gatorade and being a bum. My abs feel like I did 300 situps, which is a good hurt, in my opinion. Rant- missed my workout. I have been trying so hard to get back on track with lifting, yesterday was supposed to be chest and shoulders and a 10 mile run. I don't know that I feel well enough yet to hit it today...it could happen. Rave- my daily flex in front of mirror reveals that my arms are still pretty cut, and my running regularly is making beautiful things happen to my legs and ass. Yes, I flex. What?! haha
Rant: 20+ inches of snow sounds kinda cool, and looks nice. When it means having to dig out two cars is going to take almost 2 hours, it's just not so cool anymore. Half of the time, the snow drifts were up to my balls and I was using some piddly-shit little snow shovel that broke halfway through. Rave: Snow day. Slept until 10, watched a movie, dug out the cars, watched a movie, finally took down all the Christmas shit, watched a movie, ate dinner, watched a movie. Rave: 3 day weekend coming up.
RAVE: Foot of snow yesterday. The big turbo-diesel with remote start means no digging out of vehicles. Brand new, kick-ass snow tires, with 1/4" claw chains at the ready. 4 wheel drive. Freeing the inner-redneck for a while. Laughing at the silly hybrids in the ditch. Power failure for most of the day and night. RANT: Snow's all gone now, and it's 4 degrees above freezing, and pissing down rain. Forecast says it'll be like this for the next week.
Rant (long as shit): Spoiler After fucking around with snow all day yesterday I was prepared to roll my car out of the garage, apply foot to gas, and come to work (I wasn't happy about the last part). As I pulled out of my driveway and headed down the hill I saw my neighbor attempting to back his 4WD truck down his driveway. Some how this dumb fuck had gotten it stuck. Let me clarify. He has a brand new Chevy 4x4 and only had to back 25ft STRAIGHT DOWN his hill'd drive to reach the road, yet he failed. Of course he sees me and starts to do the overhead two armed wave which is the universal signal for help. I pull over in front of his driveway and he tries motioning me up his drive. Not happening. To add insult to injury this lazy fuck hadn't cleared a flake of snow off his driveway including the 4ft wall of snow caused by the plows. I waved him towards me. Begrudgingly he came down. "I got stuck." No shit Sherlock. But how? Apparently he knew he was going to need some momentum to clear the snow bank at the end of his driveway so he put the truck in reverse and floored it. The driveway has a slight sideways slant to it so the spinning wheels went with the path of least resistance and ended up turning his truck 45 degrees and pinned him against several large decorative boulders at the edge of his driveway. He wants me to give him a push. Now I'm dressed in a suit and dress boots because I have meetings today and he expects me to leap crotch deep into the snow and attempt the impossible of pushing him up the fucking driveway? Yeah right. I told him to hold on a minute, went back to my house, fired up the tractor, grabbed a 1/2" steel cable and my Carhartt jumpsuit and headed down this hill. Rave: Made him climb under the truck and loop the cable around something. I hoped he wrapped it around something plastic that would snap and make me laugh but I think he wrapped the axle. I put the tractor in reverse and yanked that fucking truck up off the ground as I raised the bucket and backed up his drive. The cable slipped and bit into the lower fascia of his bumper. Oh well. He actually had the balls to ask me to clear out the front of his driveway "while I was there". Telling him I didn't have fucking time since I hadn't planned on "being there" made me feel a little better. Fuck this neighbor. I can't wait till he moves. Rant: My diet has turned to complete shit. I took the holiday season off from healthy eating because I'm pretty well behaved during the other 11 months of the year, especially my drinking which is down to next to nothing. I planned on going back to my daily diet after the New Years party was wrapped up. Then I got sick. My body craved soup and sweets. I managed to eat through ALL of the fucking gifts of chocolate, candies, and cookies that I'd accumulated. Then this morning on the way to work I was considering these GIGANTIC (delicious I'm sure) disgusting bearclaws and chocolate covered coffee rolls at the coffee shop. Part of my brain was full on board with buying both of those things and it would have happened if there wasn't a line. The wait allowed logic to kick in and be like, WTF are you doing bitch!?
Rant: Dear Brain, please stop conspiring against me, love Bob. Rave: Actually managing to stick at this whole 'working out' thing-starting to look better, and most importantly, feel better. Just need to keep at it.
Rant: My room mate, who was one of my good friends before we were room mates, just informed me he is starting to look for a new place with his girlfriend he's been seeing for less than two months, and her kid. We just signed our lease renewal in November for another year, and I'm currently unemployed. He asked me yesterday how long I'd need to know in advance that he was moving out and I said two months. Apparently he was just curious and wasn't actually planning to take my answer into consideration.
Rant: Stupid bitch in the next cubicle over started friggin' singing to her God-awful music a couple weeks ago. I've tolerated it but the past couple days I have had to get some actual work done at my desk and am about ready to stab her. Rave: I snapped at her yesterday and she stopped singing. Today she was back at it. So I disabled her sound card while she was at lunch and now she has no music at all. Yay!
I deleted my Facebook profile recently. I'm running out of ways to distract myself from making genuine progress. Unfortunately for progress, I cannot delete my ability to masturbate.