Rave: Toyo Open Country tires lasted 75,000 miles. Rant: Time to get new tires. Merry Christmas to me? Rant: No, Mom, as a matter of fact, I don't want to talk for 20 minutes on the phone about gift ideas for my sister while I'm at work. Fuck. Does your phone not work at night when I'm at home?
Rant: I'd like to personally thank you Chater for posting this game a while back: http://www.ninjakiwi.com/Games/Tower-De ... nse-3.html . I have since beaten every map on hard except for the last one. I've wasted a total of 30 productive work hours at work because of it. I will probably spend the rest of the day trying to beat said map and fail. Rave: I'm too well liked at my job to be fired. I think.
Rave: got to drive a Porsche Carrera 4S last night, a fucking sick car. Hopefully I get to drive it again out of the suburbs and when my girlfriend isn't in the car telling me to slow down. Rave: Leave for South East Asia on boxing day, coming home about 6 weeks later. Rant: I don't have much money, so it looks like I will be borrowing to pay for shit over there. Rave: My brother's coming home from Spain tomorrow after spending over a year overseas.
Rant: My probability and statistics professor is so nuts that half the class dropped before the semester ended. By the time we got to the final, only the (roughly) top 16 kids remained out of a starting class of almost 35. So the class average is representative of a higher caliber of student than it would have been otherwise. I still managed to beat the class average solidly. Factoring all the exams, lecture attendance, etc, I'd conservatively place myself in the 80th-90th percentile of kids who started the class. Professor gave me a B for the course. Fuck that guy.
Rave: I am sitting on my bed, reading the idiot board on my new 42" LCD in perfect 1080p goodness. God, I love technology! To the porn thread!
Rave: About a year back Tucker Max asked the old list for feedback regarding the cover shot for his new book, I made a good natured quip about him standing on a stack of books, he lost his shit. Perma ban's were threatened and he Pm'ed me with some nasty insults and was generally uncool. I just stumbled on the attached, cracked me right up... The lady doth protest to much.
RAVE: Just finished a 5 beer shower. Havent done a shower beer in a while and it was the perfect relaxation i needed after a pretty shitty day. Grammar/spelling probably sucks because my bathroom is about 100 degrees and i now have about 10 beers in me. good thing i get to go to work over an hour lateer than normal tomorrow.
RANT: Was denied admission to the MBA program I have been trying to get into for 2 years. Waitlisted last year. I'm done putting my life on hold for this shit, time to go to a part time program.
Rave: Still going strong from this past weekend. Thursday to Wed is probably not the best idea, but who really cares? Rave: Get to go home in a couple days to enjoy good food, good booze, and good family. Not a bad change of pace. Plus I go to Salt lake city in a couple weeks for new years for some old friends and great snowboarding! Pumped as hell! Rant: typing while drunk is hard. getting spelling correct is even harder
Rave: Fantastic dream last night. It moved up to number one all time. Probably 1 of only 3 dreams that I've had when I was able to see faces. For those interested: Spoiler I was at some house with Melanie Lynskey from Two and a Half Men (note: I have watched the show maybe five times so I have no idea why she was involved--but I digress). The house is huge and we're sitting on a giant couch. There's a definite sexual tension and the conversation quickly turns to sex. She tells me she's a virgin. We start kissing and soon after that she's entirely naked. Her skin was very strange. It was soft, but when I rubbed her arm with a little bit of pressure, it would bunch up as if it had lost all of its elasticity. It was like an old woman's skin. As I moved my hand down to start playing with her, I noticed she had no clit. Not "Hey, I suck and I'm having trouble finding it." There was nothing there, not even a hood. Confused, I asked her what had happened to it. "Oh," she said, "I keep it in a box." At this, she presented me with a wooden box. Inside, there were pieces of loose jewelry--necklaces and rings, mostly. In the corner, there was a small gold box in the shape of a heart. Inside the box was what looked like lipstick. When I pulled the top off, her missing clit was suspended by three metal prongs, almost like a stone set in a ring. I started touching it as I sat next to her and she was breathing hard and starting to get into it. Then, it crumbled. Not like dust, but more like a piece of lump crab meat would. I panicked, thinking that I had destroyed her clit. "No, don't worry. It's just back now," she said. Sure enough, I looked down and there it was. At this point her sister comes in and we cover up really quick. Her sister realizes that we're both naked and leaves, embarassed. We hear a garage door open and her father comes in, eager to meet me. I shake his hand, but he says he has to take care of something first before we can talk. As he leaves the room to go back outside, I look out the window and see a bunch of Army vehicles--jeeps, tanks, the works. He politely asks them to leave and they do, uttering threats of their return as they drive past him. He seems unphased. During this time we both have gotten dressed with promises to meet shortly after in another part of the house where we won't be bothered. She points to a pool house where I can go undress and wait. In the pool house, as I'm taking off my jeans, I realize I'm being watched. I look up and see her smiling and her friends giggling next to her. Thinking that they were laughing at my...inadequacy, I quickly pull up my jeans and go outside to confront them. They all skip past the door, and as they pass, Mike Tyson appears behind them. "Nice dude, nothing to worry about there," he tells me. At this, he pulls down his jeans to reveal the size of his package through his underwear, gives me a thumbs up, and walks away. After a few steps, he notices a bird on the ground. "I'm going to make you my bitch, pidgeon!" he yells, and punts the bird. End of dream. I'm not sure what it all means. It could mean that my brain is way better than all of yours. Or much, much worse.
RAVE: I'm about to leave for my last day of work! Fuck construction, fuck it right to hell. Only 9 more hours of working outside in the bitter cold while getting yelled at!
You know those assholes who go through life not giving a shit about the consequences of their actions, not giving the slightest damn what anyone thinks of them? I wish I could be that way sometimes.
To add on to this: Rant: How can you go to any kind of a store this close to Christmas (well, anytime, really), and NOT care about where you and your cart have planted yourselves? I always note if I'm blocking an asile, in anybody's way, blocking traffic, etc. Not everybody else in the world! Who cares if you are RIGHT IN THE FUCKING WAY?! Not you, Christmas shopper! You do your own thing and fuck the rest of us. Rant: What is it with people getting out of their cars carelessly? I live on a narrow street. Parking is allowed on one side. There is a school, church and YMCA in close proximity to each other. The street is always packed with parked cars. The sun rises at, like, 9am and sets at 4pm. So it's always dark. People don't care. They dress in black, fling their doors wide open, step out, and unload/load their kids/pets/presents/whatever as two-way traffic tries to squeeze around them. If I could afford to repair my truck for no reason, I would happily ignore these assholes and clip the occassional one in the back of the head. It would be so worth it.
Rant: Got a call from our controller today asking about $400 in roaming charges on my company cell phone. I explained that I took it with me on vacation at the request of the CEO because I had two projects that might have needed me to participate while I was gone. I used my phone for work while there and also made a few personal calls/texts. Jackass told me he was going to garnish this week's check. I told him that that would be fine so long as he also paid me 100% of the past due commissions I'm owed in the same check. The fucking balls on these fuckers. I'm owed thousands upon thousands of dollars in commission that I'm allowing them to slowly pay me so we can keep certain people employed and things moving along and they want to bust my balls about a couple hundred bucks. HAHAHAHA. Rave: Big meeting tomorrow with a company that sells a complimentary service to the equipment that I sell now that wants to bring me on as a consultant/rep. Keep my current job while bumping my income significantly without doing much more work? Yes please. Rant: Need to focus on getting the rest of my Christmas shopping done. It's not hard to do from the comfort of my couch but I'm braindead on what to get the remaining 8 or so people on my list. You can give whiskey to a 14 year old since it'll age nicely until he can drink it right?
Mega Rave: I graduated from college last night. After 8 years of attending part time, it feels good to finally get that monkey off my back.
RANT: Despite work going really well for the past week or so, today it has taken a huge dump all over about 25 of us, and we will not be getting any sleep any time soon. Merry Fucking Christmas.
Rave: One final exam left. Rave:It's in accounting. Financial Accounting. Really basic shit. Rant:It's on Friday. Rave:Things could be worse. A happy and safe holiday to all.
Rave/Rant: I am now a stinking Mac user. It's my roommates old Mac, so it's not like I blew a ton of money on this guy. All because of this little bad boy I'm planning on buying soon: The Eigenharp. I'm going to buy myself the Pico, which is the smaller version of the $6000 big guy. It requires a Mac to do all it's stuff so here I am.
Rave: Today is a fucking good day. Finally got some money, so I'm not straight fucking poor any more (The checking account thieves if you haven't already read me mentioning it/been annoyed by me saying it in every post). Got some potentially great news earlier this morning, which left me with a really tough decision to make, but I have about 3 weeks to decide so it's cool. Only one exam left, it's for an intro Religion course that I took for the fuck of it, and it's pretty damn easy. After that, long weekend of drinking with the buddies before I head back to Ohio for the holidays. Where I will hang out with my best friend and his (very) pregnant wife, of whose child I will be the Godfather of, slam some beers with my dad, finally see my Mom and the rest of the family. Ohh man I am excited. Rant: 14 hour plane rides. God how I hate them. I will say they have gotten much better the last couple years, since I've been 21. 3 hour layover? Fuck that, wheres the bar. Of course, the last time I was cut off on the plane. Sam: What do you mean I'm cut off, I'm not even drunk! Stewardess: You've had four beers, that's the limit we can serve anyone. Sam: (confused look on face) But we are flying from Hawaii to Chicago! Thats a 9 hour flight. There should be a 1 beer per hour rule, at the worst! Stewardess: I'm sorry, sir, it's company policy. Sam: ....So...can I get a scotch?