Rave: Found a place in Carrboro with the best fucking Chinese food. You know it is authentic when you either have to point or order it with numbers from the waiter, while your Chinese friend converses with him over which dish is better, the boiled beef in hot pot or chicken in hot pot. Rant: I stopped by at the shitter 4 times yesterday because of it. Worth it. Rant: Need to find a job, don't know how. Research guy hasn't gotten back to me. Nerdy Rave: Bought the Game of Thrones book by George R.R. Martin that HBO is making the show out of, finished it in 3 days, and then bought the next three in the series. I have some summer reading ahead at me.
Rave: if a girl you half-ass talk into sending you a nude photo, and actually sends you said photo, is she willing to fuck you?
Rave: Long day at work. Why is this a rave? Cause I haven't been getting hours at all recently. The thing about video stores is that, when the whether was nice, no one wanted to rent there. Since the weather turned to shit over the weekend, everyone remembered we existed, so we had a ton of returns and rentals today, and I actually got called in early, and got a good shift in. Hopefully the trend will continue next weekend. Rant: Online maymester class starts tomorrow, and the syllabus on the website is from 2009, and most of the info is horribly outdated. I wanted to get an early jump on things tonight, but nope. Ah well.
Rant: Fuck you shitty weather. I had been averaging 5 km a night for my runs while getting back into shape for my police fitness test, and the last two days have been utter shit, forcing me onto the elliptical trainer. There is nothing duller than going from changing up running routes outside in great weather to being in your basement on the machine going nowhere. This is the forecast for my area for the next 5 days: Fuck me running. (pun intended)
rant: Spoilered for length. People are stupid around fire. Spoiler Fire alarm. Temporary AC in the server room and alarms are going off. Got there just in time to stop some yahoo from going in to check it out. Hey, Hey GUY! There's a CO2 gas deployment fire suppression system in there. That goes off while you're looking at the lights not knowing what's going on, it's fucking bad for your health. It could be fucking fatal. While the Do Not Enter sign is lit, do not fucking enter! No we're not turning the gas system off, what if there's a real fucking fire that we can't see from the door way? Roof cavities in server rooms are a fire risk. What? Everyone who does know how the fuck this room is configured is out of the office today. Awesome. Called around, got nothing, fire brigade showed up - 3 story building, lots of major enterprise, they've all been getting prepare to evac alarms. Until someone who actually knows how to work this sucker shows up and tells us different - we wait for the fucking fire brigade to come up the 15 flights of fire stairs and check it out. Yes, they really come up the fucking fire stairs to check it out, in case it's a real fire - because using the elevators in a fire is the opposite of a good way to control the fire. I now have an awesome headache. It's only partly because of the fucking isolated system noise. rant/rave?: In a white collar office, having a beard and wearing jeans and a hoodie makes you instantly in charge whenever something relates to the computers. A bunch of people who have no idea what I do just drew the obvious conclusion that computer room, geek, he must know what he's doing.
RAVE: Sister graduated from college today. Had a really fun time last night and today, and I'm super proud her. Ran into Whitney Port from The Hills going down the stairs and had a brief exchange leading to extreme jealousy from my little sisters. RANT: I actually recognized her and know who she is. RAVE: Finished a long day with the best first date I've been on in a LONG time. Naturally the goodbye and such was kind of awkward, as is tradition, but 4.5 hours of conversation with no breaks or awkward pauses has to be a good sign. I'm actually potentially really excited about this chick.
Rant: I got to work and was gifted with a voicemail box that is bursting at the seams with messages from people I want to murder. Rave: It's a four day week for me, being followed up by an extra long weekend full of white water rafting, freezing my tits off, and drinking.
RANT: No I don't think you have the right to be pissed at me for not being done the project you assigned me at 3 pm on a Friday.. that I was off on vacation for... at 9:30 am the following Monday.
Rave! Shiba Inu Puppy Cam! <a class="postlink" href="http://www.ustream.tv/sfshiba" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.ustream.tv/sfshiba</a> Watch it now!
Rant: I've never wanted to see a migrant worker as bad as I did when I stepped into the bathroom at work this morning. It looked as if someone had loaded a shotgun with mud and fired it in the general direction of the toilet.
Rant: Creepy, crazy fucking neighbors. The guy who lives across the street is mowing his lawn again. When the weather is nice, he will mow his lawn no less than four times a week. He is also mowing other people's lawns, and I don't think they know or ask him to do so. He attempted to mow my lawn a few weeks ago, and I had to tell him to knock it off. First, he was mowing it almost down to the fucking dirt, as he had his mower set as low as it gets (and the strip he cut, along my curb, still looks clearly different from the rest of my yard). The grass was long, but it had also been raining for almost a week beforehand, and my yard gets kind of swampy when it rains that much, and we're trying to get our lawn to NOT look like shit (as it did when we moved in). I had planned to cut it the next day, once it was a little more dry. Same thing today: it is kind of long, but it has also been raining non-stop for the past three days, and the yard is a swamp at the moment. I see him eyeing my lawn, like he desperately wants to come over and start cutting, but I think he knows I am home. Rave: I finally get to yell "get offa my lawn!" only it is to some crazy OCD fuck instead of some kids. Rave: Supposed to be sunny (albeit in the 50s) all week, so I can get out the deck furniture and hopefully my dad will come by and get his pool shit out of my garage.
RANT: I was out mowing my lawn and a bug flew in my mouth. I puked all over my lawnmower right in front of my new neighbors trying to cough the bug up and then immediately ran inside. They must think I'm a weirdo now. EDIT: At least it's not as weird as the above posters lawn mowing story.
I had awesome leftovers all ready to go in the fridge at home. Can anyone guess where my lunch still is? GOD DAMMIT!
Rant: When I woke up today, I did not think "Man, this is a nice day to a hit to the groin with a lightsaber swung by a two year old", but it happened. AND IT FUCKING HURT! I nearly shit my pants in pain as I was more concerned about getting my oldest on the bus before I did my business. Rant: My day continued with a flat tire when I went outside. Rave: Boobs.
Rant: ...aaaaaand my lawn mower is dead. Fuck, there goes a couple more hundred bucks. Should've just let crazy-pants-neighbor just mow.
Rave: Today is my first day of big boy pay. I literally double the amount of money I am making, from 12.50 an hour to 25. Weeeeeeeeeee. 12 Hour shifts=$$$$. Rant: No social life, for the next week I will work 84 hours.
Rant: I've been getting into Marvin Gaye lately and a lot of stuff similar to this style (R&B? Soul? I'm bad with genres but I know it when I hear it). No one I know around here who plays music wants to do this stuff, and it's all I want to play/write lately. Frustrating. I can't even find a bar to go enjoy other bands playing it... I need to get a loop pedal to be able to play with myself but then I'd never leave the house. Ah, loop pedal humour. Rant: I shook my cousin's hand and introduced myself as if we had never met before. I haven't seen him since he was little so it didn't click about who he was. No one said anything out of politeness (no big deal) and I only realised after he left who he was. Thanks a lot for telling me guys, it's not like we could have just laughed about that. Although I guess that I can't keep track of who is who says what everyone wants to about his dad divorcing or dating different women all the time, therefore I'm left to hang to send a message. Rave: As far as problems go, I could be a lot worse off.