Rant: Just stabbed myself in the thumb with a screw driver, due to heavy bleeding it is wrapped in a paper towel and duct tape.
Rant Hungover...but recovering. I need to stop drinking Jameson. Rave Best buddy is in town for the weekend Rant Going to a mass on Sunday...haven't been in that environment in a long time. Not excited in the least, but I'm earning brownie points with the GF. I hate Easter. Rant People that casually joke/poke fun at how you live your life; that you used to consider friends. Fuck them..no need for you anymore.
RANT, but it's kind of funny: So far in the avatar thread I have been called a ginger (I'm NOT!), "adorable," and told I look like Sting in Dune. RANT: I do look like Sting in Dune.
Rant: This week has sucked. My aunt was found dead in TN on Tuesday. I found out on Wednesday that on Tuesday night/ Wednesday morning, one of my students committed suicide.
Rave: I have an interview at a tutoring center. I applied to be an English tutor, helping kids prepare for SATs/College. I'm so excited at the prospect of being able to leave retail and do shit that actually matters. Instead of catering to people who think they "NEED" iPhones, I will be catering to students who want to become better educated. Fuck. Yes.
Rave: Saddled and rode for a bit. Rant: The Guy's horse was being a jackass. Rave: Going to a winery. Rant: The Guy needs to shower before we can leave. He smells like horse and sweat and beer. I like those scents. Others - probably not so much.
Rant: Fuck me sideways.... passive aggressive internal medicine residents starting a turf war over a fucking on call room. I get it.... you have a shitty profession and you think you are king dick because you are the chief resident of some shitty internal medicine program. Congrats! You are still coming out of a terrible IM program and God have mercy on the souls of your unsuspecting patients. I don't answer to you and even if I did I'd still tell you to go suck a dick. Rave: Not being a part of their terrible program and my program director doesn't give a shit what they say. Not to mention the guys that run their program like me. Rant: 2 more months in this hell hole with these asshats.... Rave: Only 2 more months till I'm at my main program and I can tell these cuntfaces to gobble a bag of dicks.
Rant/rave? My little sister just got engaged. I am happy for her and hope everything works out for them.
Ruuuuh-ave! - 12 bottles later, we're good. Bigger rave: Texas thunderstorms and country back roads. One of the most perfect days ever.
Rave: Today was awesome. I woke up early and went on a hike in the first beautiful weekend of the year some friends of mine. A 3000 foot elevation gain in 2 miles can eat a warm bowl of dicks, but the soreness makes me feel alive. We came back and had our first barbecue of the year. I'm full of beer and hamburger. Now it's time for Archer and more beer. Where the fuck was I when this show first came out? Quadroon indeed. Small Rant: The South America shaped blister on my heel.
RANT: Resident of mine cutting open his leg when a mirror decides that it doesn't want to stay together. Rant: blood in the carpet and tiles and grout. Rant: cleaning blood from carpet and tiles and grout with few supplies. Rave: Easter Sunday. Woooooo. Yay.
Rant: My friend's place just got hit by 18 bullets, and 2 people were hit, and he had to stop the bleeding. Rant: He isn't in Iraq. He just got back to the USA from Iraq. His unit was never shot at in Iraq. 3 days back in the US and he is getting shot at and 2 friends were hit by stray bullets.
Rave: This was easily one of the best weekends this year. Awesome date night with the man on Friday, birthday dinner at Roy's with the family and presents, and just got home from the Rangers game. Easter dinner is in about 30 minutes. Rant: I need to go on food/alcohol detox for the next week or so.
Rant: Finals are this week and I spent the majority of my Easter holiday cooped up in my room with an econ book. Not that this came as a surprise. Rave: 5' waves and no current today. I couldn't miss a good wave today and it seemed like God himself was directing me back out into the swells.
Rant: Flew on Easter to check into MCAS Yuma, Arizona. Rave: Made friends on the plane. Civilian contractors bought me booze. Rave: Taxi driver knew exactly where to drive me. Rant: Staff sergeant chewed me out for not being in alphas, despite both of us knowing that because it's Easter, I won't be checking in until tomorrow. Douche.