Christ they give you many drugs for a wee bit of oral surgery. In your late 30's, you can get some major good shit for the smallest thing like one could break a hip after getting a bridge put in. I just woke up from a 6 to 8 "nap" and found that mt bedside beer was still cold. Yay! I'm on good drugs, yo. But I think it gave me gas. Tradeoffs are a bitch. But lorazapam and vikes are god's make-up for pain. The Wedding Planner playing on cable when one awakes from saod coma is his funny little joke. Ps: I have no idea what I just wrote but once its typed on the blackberry there's just no energy to take it back. Yay drugs! Or as spanish people say, " grqcias, drogas!". But with the upside down exclamation point, too. Yep, there's 12 years of spanish language studies. What? Or shall - say "que?" Again missing that upside down punctuationt thing.
Rant: eight hours and a lot of swearing and throwing tools, finally changed that fucking dirty cocksucking piece of shit gearbox Rave: rum and coke, is there anything better?
Rant: I injured my knee on the first obstacle when I ran the obstacle course this morning. Damn morning dew. Rave: I will be flying to Singapore to meet my parents for the first time in 1 1/2 years next weekend, so I couldn't give a damn about my knee right now.
Many Raves!! Rave: Have recently been offered a job in the prison system as a prison officer. You cant discipline prisoners anymore, you have to reason with them, which apparently I am very good at. I am a 5''4 (in the old language), 21 year old female going into a maximum security male prison, and some of the huge, bulky imbeciles with muscles up to here that I beat to get the job makes it all the more sweeter. Rave: Some of the recent posts make me realise I've been off school since October. And I have no idea what I have done with the last month and a half. That is awesome to me. Rave: In less than two weeks I am flying to Europe to enjoy my FIRST EVER WHITE CHRISTMAS!!!! HOORAY!!! With snow! I've never seen snow in December before!!!
Rant: Fuck jesus twat balls. It's cold out - -27*C with windchill makes it a solid -40*C. So cold that my transmission on my car froze and when I started it (after waiting for it to warm up), the transmission decided it was far too cold out for it to be doing any sort of activity and not go into gear. Fuck that noise. Managed to get it warmed up enough for me to drive five houses down the alley-way, where it decided at that point that work was not an option and then STOP being in gear at all (IE: I've either striped the entire gear assembly or there is so much frozen bulllshit in it that it doesn't work). Double Rant: Got to work, after pushing my car down the alley for a half-hour with my roommates, get to work and my work truck won't start. Great start to a shitty day.
Rant: Continuing in the "It's fucking cold" vein... IT'S FUCKING BALL SHRIVELING COLD. IN MY HOUSE. Goddamn it. For some reason my heater went out last night. It dropped into the 20's here last night which isn't that damn cold, but when your heater goes out and you wake up and see your breath in the house, that's kind of fucked up. Especially when your pet is a parrot and anything below 60 degrees could kill him. I had to get out of bed and wrap myself in multiple layers of clothes and let him crawl inside my jacket to get warmed up. Poor little guy, he crawled inside my jacket and sat in there snuggling and shivering for about an hour while I got some space heaters going. He doesn't like being in the dark, but I guess being warm trumped his dislike of the darkness. Every few minutes he would stir and say "Dad?" and I would assure him I was still here, then he would snuggle back in. The sad things is I know fuck all about gas heaters and I'm going to have to put up with no heat for the entire damn weekend. So I figure if I can't bring the ambient temperature in my house up to tolerable levels, I'll bring my body temperature down. Or at the very least numb myself. I cracked my first beer at 8:30 and now am well on my way. It's now 59 degrees in my house and rising using two space heaters and my oven. Yes, I know the warnings....do not use a cooking appliance to heat your house, but fuck that noise. I had to get the temp up quickly and the oven puts out a lot of heat.
Rant: I think the worst thing about me is that I never learn from my mistakes. I'm a tragic figure, like the clown in the old Italian plays, funny and lighthearted but always makes the same mistakes.
RAVE: About time I got to posting on here. Random, anonymous, internet ranting and raving is back! RANT: Been sick for over 2 months. RAVE: Lifting again strong. RANT: Broke and having to find full-time work. Glad I didn't hitch my cart onto one particular wagon. RAVE: Buddy since middle school is in town and sponsoring me at the bar in a few hours. RANT: I don't know if anyone remembers the pictures of the momma cat I posted a few months ago (on the old board) that had a kitten in my laundry room. Had to pick her up off the road the other day, deader than a door nail. Some dick bag ran her over and left her in the middle of the road. She's buried in my back yard now. We've officially decided to keep her kitten.
What the fucking fuck? Gotta love marketing. "Remake it! But it's got to be set in America, that's safer. The original is too subtle for Joe the plumber. How can we fix that? Of course; re-write the dialogue and recast to shift the focus to zany black stereotypes! Wait! In the first scene, delivering the wrong coffin is too low-key. The body should be Asian! But audiences might not realize that. We have to work that into the script and make a half-assed racist joke out of it, only it's not racist, because the guy who's saying it is black!"
Apparently I know a little more about heaters then I thought. It wasn't my heater that fucked the dog, it was my thermostat. I rigged it up enough to get me through the weekend then that son of a bitch is going in the burn pile.
Rant: It's saturday. And I'm in the library. For the second weekend in a row. This is completely unacceptable. Rant: 40 pages worth of papers to write in the next week. Along with two finals that are gonna be a bitch. Looks like I ain't leaving the library anytime soon. Rave: No more presentations, and that's what I was most worried about. I can get the rest of this shit done, it's just gonna take awhile. Rave:5 more days and I'm done with the hardest semester of my life! Then I can just cruise to graduation in the spring. I am really looking forward to being done with school for good.
Rant: One of my best mates and his wife lost their baby, he was still-born two months prem. The whole thing is heart rending, they are the best people you could ever hope to meet and would have been amazing & loving parents. RIP little one.
Rave: FINALLY got my appliances after waiting for over a month. This wouldn't be so bad...but I bought a foreclosure, and there were no appliances in my new house. It sucks trying to live with no way to cook or store food. Best Buy kicked in after I bitched to the general manager, but it shouldn't have come to that.
one big Rant: God fuck studying for finals. Over the last couple year "break" from schooling, I've somehow forgotten how to study. I just sit here looking at words trying to learn but none of it sinks in. Probably because it's all fucking BORING shit. I used to be fucking awesome at studying, I'd go to class once every two weeks, cram that shit it in one night, and rip out a fucking A. Sadly, I am discovering I can no longer that. Wish I knew a month or two ago. The things I've been thinking about while trying to study: I think this year will be the first year that I actually make a new year's resolution, for serial. My resolution? Try to be a better person. This being a blanket term for many aspects of my life. Such as: Open the fuck up, quit being so emotionally distant to everyone and everything, be nice, engage people in conversation rather than scowling at them and looking away. Get a handle on the whole alcohol thing, I'm not saying quit drinking completely, but my budget every week shouldn't be half alcohol, half food/bills/gas/non-alcoholic fun. I'm fucking broke, I can't afford that shit. Going out once a week and having a couple beers every few nights is fine, a six pack a day habit isn't. Keep up the good work on the cigarettes. Last June I had been smoking a pack a day for the last 4 years and less than that for the previous 4. Since then, I've gotten it down to about 2 smokes a day. Sometimes more, sometimes none, but that is the average I've figured out. Maybe I'll volunteer for something. Maybe I'll join a fucking club. Who knows. Sadly the first probably six months of the next year are going to be full of legal and financial worry. I miss 4 years ago when I was going to OU and didn't have to worry about shit-else but school. Now, that's like 9th on my list. Fuck. I'm going to go buy a cigarette from the little asian kids smoking out on the stairs. PEACE OUT!!
Rant/Rave: Kind of both, because it being so sad makes it hilarious. I don't visit here much, much less post, but seeing Ballsack try and make fun of Gris is fucking hilarious. I've never seen someone with such a hard-on for another dude on a message board before.
RAVE: Picked up the IMAX Box Set at Costco for cheap ($2/dvd basically)... pure awesomeness. Forgot just how amazing Fires of Kuwait was. It was one of the first movies I saw at an IMAX theatre, and I swear you could feel the heat of the fires while you were watching it.
rant: it's mother fukering -38*C outside. I just walked the 12 blocks from my house from my friends place where we were jamming. rave: it's a good thing i'm drunk as a duck rifht now. that walk would not have been pissible. rant: frosbite on my face? yep, think s.o. rave: IM"M HOME!@!!!! rave: yeaj, I'msrunk. FUCK EAG, I'M 25 AND NOTOLD LIKE SOME OF YOU GUYSZ./GIRLS. I rock asa young person. WHO love s rants > ? Me! Know why. Because. Fuck you tats why. Rave: Best reaction to pain: Al: My fucking teeth hurt from eating these chips (his gums are swollen from something or other). Al: *bites down on chip and grimmaces in pain* Ow, fuck. Brendan: HA! FUCK YOU! Yep.
Rave: Only six weeks left of havign to work at 6am on sunday morning Rant: Working at 6 am on a sunday morning Rave: My job entails sitting online waiting for something to happen. Rave: Something rarely happens.
Rave: Got back from watching UFC 107 on PPV. By far one of the best fight cards I've ever had the privilege of viewing. Can't wait to see undercard fights online that I missed. I heard they were just as good as the headliners.