I know that this rant is silly, but I'm going to rant about it anyway: A couple weeks ago, my roommates told me that they want me to move out in September because one of their girlfriends wants to move in and she would be taking my room. Not only do I have to leave the apartment, but I'm being priced out of this city (long story) so I need to figure out a new place to live. (That's a worthy rant, but I've pretty much accepted it by now so I won't elaborate.) What I keep getting upset about is my roommate's cat. She got her as a kitten a few days before I moved in, and the cat has always liked me better than my roommate. Part of this is because, since I work from home, I'm here more often to hang out with her and play with her, but it's also just because I'm more awesome. The cat has pretty much grown up with me, and I think she thinks of me as her mom more than her actual owner. Also, my roommate's not very good at taking care of her. Lately, I've been the one feeding her, and I can't remember the last time she bought canned food, and she never changes her litterbox and she never plays with her or gives her much attention when she's home. Basically, I think I should get the cat in the divorce, but that's never going to happen. I'm going to miss her and I think she's going to be sad. Waah.
Something is still wrong with my little dog. I thought we escaped the car hit unscathed, but two days ago he started vomitting, and all last night/this morning he was trembling and panting (laboured breathing was a warning given to me by the vet regarding a possible diaphragm rupture). Another vet trip, more xrays and the prognosis is that they think it's gastrointestinal. They're not sure, but his symptoms are more consistent with a stomach bug than with internal injuries from being run over. But they don't really know. He's on medication and fasting; we'll see what the rest of the weekend brings. I can't take him suffering or being ill. I realize I love both dogs far more than what would be considered wise, but they're all the family I have here. I hope he's okay.
Rave: Exceptionally productive day. Got a lot of yard shopping done, new flowers, new weed whacker, solar lights are in, landscaping is weeded, walked/ran 3 miles, two loads of laundry, and I completed the first unit for my online maymester course, which leaves me with tomorrow to sit back and relax. Being productive feels nice.
Rave: I finished the second book in the Song of Fire and Ice series. This shit is goooood. Arya straight ballin' bitches. Rave: I finished the majority of the book at the pool today. Rant: Worked out for the first time in 4 months this earlier this week and have been going on and off daily. Squats, deadlifts, and bench. My body needs this rest day tomorrow, I am sore all over. Rave: Went to a great party last night with some friends from out of town. Down a lot of Evan Williams and ginger ale. Rant: When I say a lot, I mean there were two shots left in the fifth the next day. I felt like complete shit for all of today since I got up, like the liquor punched me in the brain, Pacquiao style. Rant: Stayed in tonight, reading (see above rave) and I got two txts from my friend saying that a girl I met last time out thought I was cute and was looking forward to seeing me. She was banging and danced my balls off last time I saw her, and I had no idea she would be there, so instead I spent all night reading the next book in the Song of Fire and Ice series. Ladies, I'm available. Rave: I have nothing to do this summer. Rant: I have nothing to do this summer. Rant: Applying for jobs in the area late because of a beach trip right after school was done. They are all taken already and training people for the summer. Rave: Planted some Jalapeños today. Homemade salsa here I come. Rave: So I think I'm going to get my first tattoo. Spur of the moment decision of the day. It will on my upper ribcage, probably this: That or Calvin as Stupendous Man, or just Hobbes in puppet form. This will probably happen the next time I'm drunk.
RANT: Why does my girlfriend insist I hold and play with a baby that I have no association with? Its her 17 year old cousins baby and she was annoyed that I didnt feel like holding it or showing it any undeserved attention. Its not my baby, Im not related to it, why should I give a fuck? And more importantly, why should I be ostracized for not giving a fuck?
Rave: I completed my orientation and training Friday for my practicum in the fall, and now I just need to get fingerprinted. I'll be working at a state youth correctional facility that provides an in tandem substance abuse treatment program (all of the offenders there have substance abuse issues) and will be doing group and one-on-one counseling two days per week. Although the practicum doesn't start until the fall, the coordinator said the case workers at the facility wanted to know how soon I could start, so I offered to volunteer one day a week during the summer. Correctional facilities and an offender population are really outside my comfort zone which is why I pursued this, and now I'm really looking forward to it. Rave: Closing on the re-fi tomorrow. Payments get lowered by $700/month and my buddy in the title ins. business saved us a fuck-ton in fees. Sweet, sweet deal. Another $ rave: We purchased a pre-paid tuition contract for my oldest daughter when she started 1st grade and I guess we miscalculated her year of high school graduation, so we just made the last payment on her contract, one year ahead of time. That's another $550/month savings realized. Rant/Rave: In light of these savings, the Mrs. wants to replace her car. The good part is, she really likes the Kia Soul, which can be had for a very reasonable monthly payment. I'd rather she get a Hyundai Sonata for slightly more (and a lot more car), but, it's her ride. She'll test drive both. The bad part: car shopping. I'd rather sit through a 4-hour lecture on feminist empowerment in an androcentric society. Given by Bunny. With duct tape over my mouth. And a knife held to my balls. Rave: And, new glasses. Back to bifocals. The Rx reading glasses are great for computer work and studying, but distance-only glasses weren't very convenient (and they were Transition lenses--my advice, skip these. They may protect your eyes from certain rays, but they don't convert to true sunglasses as I was led to believe, and if your car has tinted windows, they transition back. Totally not worth the extra bucks).
?????: Just got off the phone with a guy who has what's basically a job offer for working in NYC, starting as soon as I possibly can. I was planning on waiting a few months before moving out there, but from what he says the peak season is now and I'd be making enough money to make it out there. But now I'm getting anxiety about moving out there so soon, I guess there's no such thing as being totally ready to just up and move your life to New York City of all places. Anyone know of any cheap places for rent in Bushwick/ Williamsburg? (I AM NOT A HIPSTER I SWEAR)
RANT: Really tired of having the same circular arguments that do nothing but leave me angry and resentful. I swear to Christ it's like arguing with an Alzheimer's patient. RAVE: I built an ass kicking lattice fence for my yard!
WTF!?: I just updated my frostwire and now my entire music folder is gone!?!?! How does that happen!? Can I get my 2100 songs back!??! Wow. I'm pissed.
Rant: My temp hit 102 today and I have been in bed the entire time (and slept fourteen hours yesterday). My back is killing me and I've got bad chills. Rave: My girlfriend is a pretty damn good nurse.
Rave Moving to New Mexico in three days! Excited to get out of VT and into some sunshine. Going back to school, climbing big walls. . . Life is good. Rant Moving. Fuck me, I hate this shit. I've done it before, so at least there are no huge surprises, but it's never easy.
rant: I hate waking up at 5:25 in the morning. I don't care why or what. I hate it. Rave: I get to take a nap before working tonight.
Rave: Despite all the bullshit I encountered on my business trip, I came back to be handsomely promoted and had salary increased by 20K. Rant: LOST has been over for a year. Rave: Game of Thrones is almost filling that void...
Rant: Started lifting weights/exercising again. Still sore as hell from Friday. Rave: Already starting to feel marginally less like a useless sack of shit.
RAVE: That was the best vacation ever. Relaxing on the beach for a week is awesome. RANT: Back from vacation back to this shit that is my life. RAVE: I think it's going to be the summer of me. Long overdue.
Rave: Got a part-time job doing stats/writeups for a rec basketball league out here. In addition to some extra drink money, I get a free gym membership and two free leagues. Pretty good deal. Rave: First game tonight. Buckets on deck.
RAVE: Aircraft check complete!! Rave: Instrument check tomorrow with one of the best guys to fly with in the Squadron. Fuck yeah!! Rave: After the check, might fly to Tallahassee for my solo! Killer!! Rave: About 20 flights left in flight school. Low levels, night vision, formations, ship ops, and search and rescue. All the awesome flights left.
Rave: Whew, its gorgeous outside, 75 degrees, sunny and breezy. Just came back from a nice bike ride, 7.5 miles in the hills and I'm beat but feeling great. Rave: 5 months clean and sober. When I was first getting sober I would ask my sponsor, "How are you today?" And he would reply "Well I'm alive today so its a great day". I used to get annoyed and perplexed at that thought. The last few weeks have been just better than I deserve - nothing huge has happened but I just am happy. Its a weird sentiment for me and I hope to keep it around for a while. I'm just realizing now how utterly depressed I was when I was boozing up every day.