Rave: Online class is finally over, and short of completely bombing the second half, I will have gotten the C I required to student teach in the fall. Rave: Vacation with the wife, my parents, brothers, sisters-in-law, nephew, and niece in a couple of weeks. Some time in a nice cabin with a large pool and no cell reception. I am quite looking forward to it. Rave: The wife and I are going to start "trying" for kids soon. This, combined with my weight loss and her recently gained ability to breathe like a normal human being, has combined into a major boost in our sex lives. Rant: My dad and brothers are bringing a deep-fryer to the cabin for the vacation, and have made it abundantly clear that they will be both offended and angry if I do not partake in their deep-fried foods. Basically, my dad and brothers get annoyed with me when I eat with them, because I refuse to eat the deep-fried or other fatty foods they put out, and instead eat fruit or just eat a burger. Me eating well reminds them that they're NOT eating well, and me losing weight reminds them that they're NOT losing weight, and that makes them feel shitty. This, in turn, makes them passive-aggressively shitty to me. Therefore, I must tell them to fuck off with that shit, which is going to be an unpleasant exchange on what otherwise should be a great vacation.
Rant: People that fucking exhale their smoke into their receiver while I am on the phone with them really piss me off. Douchebag, quit blowing into the phone, is it really that hard to do? Ugh, it doesn't help that I haven't smoked a cigarette in 2 weeks and 2 days either. I feel like I could murder someone.
Rant: Helped a friend move into another house. I thought it would just be a couple hours... it ended up taking all day. Rave: We got a 30'' pizza out of the deal at the end. That's a pretty big pizza. Rant: Something is wrong with my ankle. It's breaking out in hives and feels like someone is rubbing sandpaper all over it. Except I'm just wearing flip-flops and am not eating anything. Fucking hurts.
Rant: Oy! Purolator! Since you're cocksuckers, go ahead and suck my dick, OK? You have a simple job to do. Deliver a package to the address that's on the package. You did it fine 2 weeks ago when I ordered something from Best Buy and the address this time looks EXACTLY like it did last time, so what's your goddamn problem? There's no "Address Correction Required" and I've had to call you twice now for the same reason... To assure you that the address is perfectly OK. Just... Deliver... The fucking package.
RANT: It was a long, cold, wet, rainy, windy day at the track today, and I have never see so many mosquitoes hatch at one time before. RANT: We show up at the track, and there are 3-4" deep standing pools of water scattered all over the track. MEGA-FUCKING-RAVE: I got to take my off-road Jeep, with it's 4" lift and 34" mudders, onto the track for almost half and hour just to fuck around and clean as much water off the track as I could. Just me, nobody else on the track. I dropped it into 4-High, cranked up some tunes, and gave it all I had. I burned up half a tank of gas and my brakes in half an hour, and got a ton of water off the track. I almost rolled the thing a few times, and got down to a lap time that some of the Porsches that were driving that day couldn't do in the semi-dry, all while perfecting the 4 wheel drift onto the front straight. I had a shit-eating grin for the rest of the day. The boss even bought me new brake pads and had the boys pop them in before I left, as a thanks. RAVE: Hopping out of the Jeep beside the driver's meeting, wearing shorts and sandals, after ripping up the track, made more than a few of the students look at me strange. Turned out that most of the students asked "for the Jeep guy" to be their instructor. Hilarious. Sure beats the fuck out of working.
Rant Help me TIB!? Do unicornshave ribbed horns?? I'm in an intense debate, you know I mean their spiraled horns? Rave: Im so fuckin high, I can cook minute rice in 45 hotherfucking seconds
RAVE: The transmission on my Bronco is fucked up, I thought it needed a rebuild. My mechanic said, "Whoa, not so fast!" and is going to check it out for free. May not need a rebuild. If it does, a buddy of mine is in school to become a mechanic, and the school will provide the labor for free to use the truck as a teaching tool. I just have to buy the parts. RANT: Played basketball tonight for the first time in about 3 months. Dominated the paint defensively (like usual... I'm the 6'3" white Alonzo Mourning, blocking shit left and right) but I was BEAT after half a game. I gotta start running or something to get my cardio back where it should be. RAVE: 1.75L bottle of Sailor Jerry!
Rave I'm pretty content with this new job. No dickhead supervisors/bosses, pretty cool co workers, and the oppurtunity for overtime. Rant Long hours...I have little energy for taking care of things when I get home. Rave 4th of July weekend approaching. Rant I'm hurting on money right now. Now is the time to start cutting back on the things that burn a fucking hole through my wallet.
Rave: Checking out Google+. I love the Circles idea (segregates different people into categories of your choosing, allowing you to still post shit but keep certain people out of more sordid details). Anyone want an invite? If so, PM me your e-mail address. I'll get you squared away.
Rant: Google closed down the invites temporarily. As soon as they are up, I'll shoot you guys the invites. I know, I know, f'in tease.
God damn whiny, nobody gives a fuck but me but god dammit do I ever want blood RANT that I have spoilered both because it is kind of long, and because it is a poorly written, stream of conscious series of words that mean nothing to anyone but me: Spoiler God damn fucking ex-boyfriend of my current girlfriend. Things are going phenomenally, and you show up randomly at her house to "talk about things", and suddenly I'm getting the "I need time to think about things" talk. The females in this city are vapid fucking whores and I find one that I actually get along with, and now this shit? If this goes south because of you, I'm going to... ...not type threats over the internet because that could get me in trouble if I were to fly off the handle in a drug and alcohol induced fit of rage. I don't know if this is normal for girls or not, but my fucking god damn does it ever piss me off, and at the risk of sounding like a limp-wrist pansy, it hurts too. Time for some bed time beers, a joint and some sleeping pills to put an end to this fucking shit day that also included my boss shorting me on my paycheque a not-insignificant portion at a time when I need it, and my shit fucking cell phone company for billing me almost $900 for a phone they claimed I didn't send back, when the UPS tracking number clearly FUCKING indicates it was returned a month ago. Then I get to wake up in the morning and deal with all this fucking shit again, and if I make it through this god damn mess of FUCK without a total fucking meltdown, then I'll have no idea how I did it.
Rant - Dear Google Plus developers. Please find a way for me to merge contacts from Facebook to Google Plus without going through your awful contacts to circles thing. Otherwise it's all too hard.
Rant- so for the second time in less than a year I have been hit very hard by a white BMWand both times my trucks have been totalled, today this guy who worked for a bmw dealer had just filled this customers car with gas and was driving it back to the dealer, he got distracted and swerved into my lane, side swiping a guy in front of me and hitting me head on, I was then ass rammed by another car. MMMMM-airbags taste good. Rave-not cuts or breaks, a bit sore and mentally shaken but I am happy I am not hurt worse, or Ryan Dunn. Seat belts are awesome and so are airbags, the driver was cited and will lose his job. Rant-I do not know how many more times I can get hit and walk away from it, the odds are against me, I am using my 9 lives up fast
Rant: Had my last day at old job on Tuesday. Appears that in end of financial year and termination of contract confusion, they neglected to pay me. Fucking super. Had they told me, I could have adjusted my auto-payments and held off on some purchases - as it is, discovered this with no liquidity left and moving money back to an account I can access will take until Monday. Grah.
Rant: I'm super fucking tired right now. Why? Because last night, at around 2:45, some neighborhood kids thought it would be a good idea to start lighting off fireworks. Waking up from a dead sleep to *boom* *boom* *BOOM* made my heart nearly explode out of my chest. I ended up tossing and turning for the remainder of my slumber. Goddamn kids.
RANT/RAVE: I started working out again and I can hardly walk today. RAVE: Got some action over lunch break yesterday. RAVE: The dumbass on my team finally pissed of the wrong person. Our internal guy, so now he has random shit disappearing from his computer. RAVE: Glad out internal IT guy is one of my best friends cause he is a devious SOB!
Rant: So for the second time in a week, I went to a wake last night. This one was for my buddy's dad, who was 56 and went suddenly in his sleep. Rave: I was the only one of his friends that came, and it clearly meant a lot to him. While I'm not a fan of becoming a seasoned wake attendee, I'm glad I was there to support him. Rave: BBQ at work today and I'm cooking. Half day tomorrow. Mountain biking, BBQ, beers, and cigars coming up.
Rant: My boss, despite being late on all of my projects this year and despite the production backlog being packed decided to give me shit about my impromptu vacation. My plan was to vacation from 7/1-7/11. I've never ever had to have vacations approved. He wasn't approving it. That was the final word on the subject. Rave: Instead vacation starts today. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck you sir. Looks like I might be taking that job in Toronto. It did come with a sweet apartment.
Rave: Was just planning on hanging out over 4th o' July weekend, but a friend invited me down to his sweet beachhouse to hang out with his family. They are really cool, rich, and the dad likes drinking scotch while golfing. It's gonna add up to a sweetass time. Rant: Two work days until we leave.