Oh yeah, aside from the warrior dash this past weekend I also got sworn into the NY Bar last week. Which is pretty awesome. I took both the NY and MA Bar exams several years ago but didn't do the NY paperwork until recently when the passing results were due to expire. So I'm glad that's done. In related news, Albany fucking blows. Fucking. Blows. Driving, parking, entertainment, everything. Not to mention the pointless extra day I had to spend there because the three minute character and fitness interview had to happen the day before, in person, or heavens forbid a NY lawyer not be so "carefully" scrutinized.
Rant: People who bring their "special" kids, to work, and then proceed to let them play the loudest video games they can find should be shot. Rant Again: It'll be like this until August. Fuck me.
MEGA FUCKING RAVE: Wife just got a job, makes 50% more per hour then me now, and with the OT they normally get 2x as much per year.
RAVE: Took my daughter to the water park for some watersliding today. Good times! RANT: There are some FAT kids in this area. And by fat, I mean FAAAAAAAAAAAAAT. There was a little black kid, must have been 9 or so, and he had bigger tits than my wife. He weighed at least 150. So did his fat sister, his other fat sister, and his fat mother (who thankfully avoided the water slides) could be on the Pats O-line. Scary shit. RAVE: 21 year olds in good shape with big boobs and bubble butts in bikinis.
RANT?: Felt guilty as shit when I picked up the whateverheisnow for a BBQ yesterday and even though my actions were perfectly legal, I was beating myself up pretty badly...until I moseyed into the kitchen and discovered a tiny pink hair tie on the floor. I picked it up, started to laugh, and told him that little thing couldn't hold my hair. Turns out we both got blackout drunk and kissed people Saturday night, both shut our phones so we wouldn't be tempted to text each other, and both only did it to get our minds off one another. We said fuck it to the BBQ, popped some wine, and told our stories of our nights, just like we used to before--teasing, joking, laughing. It was great and awful at the same time. On the one hand, I was jealous and sad, and on the other, I wanted to high-five him for getting a little strange. What the fuck? We were actually encouraging each other as we talked. This is the oddest thing I've ever experienced. How do you go backwards? I'm in "just go with it" mode (minus my rants on here) but there is a weird paradox that this is so nontraditional and strange yet it feels so normal. What a mess. What a wonderful, terrible mess. I can't wait to see how this turns out. RAVE: Two more days until I'm with my friends in Brooklyn and three more days until we leave for the Phish festival in upstate NY where I'll be ruling the bocci courts, sucking at cornhole, and dancing my ass off. I can't wait. AND, we are one hour from Syracuse...I think a trip back to my old stomping grounds is in order. I miss those hot days, cool nights, and fresh mountain air...and all those waterfalls. Perfect.
RAVE: Found my old Mp3 player that I had in grade 8/9 (7-8 years ago). When I put in a fresh battery it fired right up so I started listening to my old songs I grew out of like AFI, Anti-Flag, NoFx, Pennywise etc. It's weird, the second I started listening to them, it's like I went back in time. The flood gates opened and I remembered the simplest thing like walking around school with friends like it was yesterday. Its hard to believe 8 years went past like the snap of a finger. Where does the time go.
Rant: Went back to the office today and found out that all the progress reports I was given were at least partially fabricated. These fabrications come straight from the owner. Who I didn't even get to rip a new one because he's on vacation. Texting my "extreme disappointment" didn't make me feel nearly as good. Rave: Fuck it. I sold my building and have had a terrific year so far at the day job. Time for a little work stoppage. I'm on vacation from 7/1 thru 7/13. Put my notice in today. Rave: Time to scour the web to see if I can find a place to rent a boat down in SC. I feel like some blue water time.
Rave: I love love love my new job. Possible rant: I'm scheduled to work on the 4th... according to the handbook only full time employees receive the additional 8 hours of holiday pay. So even though I'm working full time hours, I'm technically a part timer. I will be less than happy if I don't get that extra 8 hours of pay.
Rant: I am judging entries for my company's essay contest. Holy shit the things people consider acceptable to win a 500 dollar prize is absurd. These are prime examples of how our educational system is failing. They can't even be bothered to run spell-check. My nephew with 1 year of English could write a better essay. I'll post a couple before I resign to give some idea of how bad they are.
Rave: Had a kickass time last night, even got a song dedicated to me by one of the opening acts. Punk shows are so fun, love moshing! Rant/Rave: Drank alot of Crown. A whole pint. I haven't been so damn drunk in some time. Twas awesome. I was still drunk whenI got to work at 1 this afternoon.
Rant: A host of things, most pointedly my aforementioned frustration w/ my job & career path (aka the past 10-15 years of my professional life), led me on what was basically a 4 day mini-bender that has taken 2 days from which to recover. I moved halfway across the country and allowed myself to get caught in the same behavioral rut I've been in since college. I've realized it's definitely not an environmental thing but a direct result of personal flaws, and to get out of it will require lots of planning of alternative activities and changing up a lot of the people I associate with. I've become a sizable vajine when it comes to partying and just can't keep up the pace any more.
RAVE: Flew my last flight of advanced flight school tonight. Just tooled around the local area aimlessly. Relaxed and very easy flight to end it all. Rant: We'll see if the brass decides to give me my wings in the next few weeks. Rave: I have literally nothing to do besides talk to the brass in the next month.
RAVE: Tonight was my third time on stage, and it happened to be at the Vancouver Jazz Festival in front of about 60 people. Not an enormous crowd, but for having 11 months of bass playing under my belt, I'm fucking happy with the progress I'm making. And it's not just progress I'm making... I got... wait for it... $45 for playing tonight. And just like the time I won that much at the race track, I celebrated by spending twice that amount on booze. RAVE: Drrrrrrunk! RAVE: I'm hot boxing a tent right now. You heard me.
First post in months. Sorry? Rave: In less than a week my fiance, and two friends are hopping in a rented SUV and are going on a little road-trip that will take us from the arm-pit of Canada (Saskatchewan, duh) to Las Vegas, NV. We arrive in Las Vegas on July 4th and while I am proudly Canadian - I plan to get savagely drunk and celebrate my neighboring country's independence the only way I know how: Doing cocaine off a stripper's ass while watching Rita Rudner perform stand-up. Who am I kidding. I'll probably have to beg the fiance for sex after spending all of our money on a Vegas ponzi-scheme. As long as I've got enough money for the buffet, I'm good.
Rant: For some stupid reason I am feeling incrediably insecure for no apparent reason. What's worse is I'm showing this to my girlfriend and I really don't want her to see it.
Rave: Sliced my thumb open this morning, and finally got to try out the cayenne pepper trick my buddy mentioned a couple weeks back. I was impressed (and relieved, as I'm out of band aids). It's the little things in life.
Rave: My buddy had his 21st last night. Rant: Which means I'm officially the last one in our 6 person house to turn 21. They all go out to bars at night while I sit my ass at home and play video games or read. Then they come back and regal my with their stories. EDIT: It's three weeks til my birthday, and I just got a drinking ticket so I can't take any chances with a fake, which I did before. Rant: The two good girl friends I have in town are out of the country on study abroad. After hanging out with guys for the past 3 weeks I feel like I need some estrogen in my life. Plus they are a blast to hang out with. Rant: The girl I'm talking with just went to Italy for the next three weeks with her family. No sexy-time for me for awhile. Rant: Work is especially boring today. Rave: Working out is finally starting to show. I looked at the mirror today and saw I'm finally putting on the slightest bit of muscle on my skinny frame.
Rant: I have a client who has lost her motherfucking mind. I did her hair EIGHT weeks ago and she told me she didn't have the money AFTER I spent three fucking hours making the wreck look hot. Um, okay. So, over the last couple of days, I started texting her, asking for my dough. I'm not broke, or anything, but its the PRINCIPLE! Now, this is a chick I have had over for dinner, thought she was sorta a friend. Now she has texted me over twenty times, telling me my family hates me, I'm a terrible mother for needing money (?), and that I live in a dumpster. I asked her to come say all that to my face, because I am sincerely impressed with the creativity she has. That and I want my product back, I don't care if I have to rip that platinum out of her head. I can't stop laughing at her. I told her to keep the money, she must need it. Just don't bother EVER coming near me again. Oh, and what's this?? Three more texts, telling me now that I am pathetic. Really? I hope her dick of a boyfriend starts beating her with a brick. That works for me. Rave: Going for a run and then to Six Flags. WooHoo! Too bad I'm such a loser! haha