I'm pretty sure I literally didn't sleep last night. Ugh. Crashing. Still have one more class. And friend is turning 21 tonight. This may end in me taking what my friend calls an Irish nap somewhere in the streets of London.
Rave I just watched District 9 while my daughter was napping, and it was a dynamite movie. One of the more original Sci-Fi movies that I can remember with a gifted direction and plenty of action, but best of all was Sharlto Copley's award caliber performance as Wikus (it's rare for me to feel so sorry for a character). It this wasn't a star-making turn as an actor, I don't know what is.
Rant: The girl who was coming into town this weekend is no longer coming. She, apparently, is sick and going to the ER. I'm still unsure on whether or not to believe this. She did sound convincing on the phone and seemed like she might have cried because she felt bad. Rave: I'm going to Happy Hour early today. Boozing will be starting early and will continue throughout the night. I'm headed out to the bars with some friends I hadn't seen in a while so it should be a good time. When one door closes, another opens (I guess).
RAVE: The wife woke me up this morning and raped me. RAVE: After breakfast we went shopping and when we came home I bent her over the living room chair and fucked the shit out of her... AGAIN! We were both dizzy when we finished and I had to lie down. Kids, life is good.
Kingsley Amis once wrote a discourse on the distinctions between a physical and metaphysical hangover, and how the two contribute to the overall experience known as a hangover. I am experiencing one hell of a metaphysical hangover. And to add to my metaphysical agony, the equivalent of a jackhammer is pounding away at the floor above me.
Fuck, due to my sheer stupidity, I won't be starting flight school for another week; Feb 5th it all begins. This means two things: Rant: More studying and reading stuff I don't really know. Rave: An extra weekend of contributing to the weekend drunk thread. Let the boozing begin!
Rant: A homeless person stole my tire while I was at class. My deflated, used tired on a 15 year old stock Toyota rim. Rant: That's ok, because I woke up this morning and the engine wouldn't turn over anyway Rant: That's ok, because I didn't get the job I needed the car for anyway.
Rave: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3488192...nutrition/?GT1=43001Weight Watchers weight in. This made my night.
Rave Got a job offer, go tomorrow to square everything up. Rant Have to be up before 7 AM tomorrow. Fuuuuuuck. Rant R.I.P. Jerone Lewis Met him once after a home game, super nice kid, a major athlete with a bright future ahead of him (USI is across the street from my house).
Rant: The SO just made a decision that may or may not be a deal-breaker. It probably is. I truly haven't decided yet. I'M JUST TOO FUCKING PISSED!!!!!!! Back story: He recently got a new job, job of his dreams. But it's so high-pressured and involves such long hours that it is literally changing his personality. Seriously. And that is taking a serious toll on our relationship. But the money is great. I asked him to re-evaluate things at work after a huge blow-out between us, and he promised me he would do so. He told me he liked his job/the money, but he saw the effects it was having on "us". I told him his personal happiness was important to me, but so was mine. My opinion? Fuck the money, I can be poor and be happy. His opinion? The money is worth being unhappy. But we ageed on something: The entire situation needed closer analysis and further discussions before making any permanent decisions on the subject. So, he just made an extremely large purchase. About an hour ago. Think 30-year payment plan type of purchase. The kind that he won't be able to pay for unless he keeps his current job.....for 30 years. Without even giving me a heads up, let alone consulting me about the ramifications of this decision on US. I got a phone call telling me it had already been done. What. The. Fuck. Who the fuck is this person wearing my boyfriend's skin and putting words into his mouth? Seriously!? The person I know and fell in love with wouldn't do this--flippantly disregard my concerns about the long-term effects of this job on our relationship by making a purchase that ensures he will need to be employed at this job for an extremely long time. Double Rant: My brother called in the middle of this mess and informed me that his appendix may or may not be about to burst. My parents are on their way to the hospital, I'm freaking out, and he sounds drugged out of his mind. I think they've probably caught it in time, but still--it's SURGERY. I'm worried. FUCK!!!! And I'm stuck here stewing in worry and anger. When it rains, it pours.
Rant: I strained my trapezium muscle something horrible. In my sleep. So bad I can barely rotate my head in any direction without serious pain. In my sleep I did this, let me remind you. It got so bad I wound up getting a script for muscle relaxers and steroids. Even more rant: All the muscle relaxers do is make me tired as balls. Damn it all.
Rant: Living in a resort town during the winter is awful if you're under 65 Rave: Drink specials mean 10 bucks lasts at least a couple of drinks Rave: Jersey Shore on pirated TV. It's like a lonely planet guide to my state's dumpster of humanity.
pretty much ALL rants today: RANT: Spent FIVE HOURS at the pediatrician's office today for my sick 3.5 month old and 2 year old. No lunch, no nap.. only confusion. RANT/RAVE?: ALL the tests came back negative. Xray was clear, blood oxygen perfect, temperature perfect.. but his breathing is 3X the normal amount. WTF? RANT: After ALL THAT, they still have no idea what is wrong with my baby and are saying it's Bronchiolitis.. which is possibly fatal.. even though none of his tests can confirm that diagnosis. He almost ended up in the Children's hospital and if he gets ANY worse we have to rush him there right away. UUGGHHHHHHHH One rave: My 2 year old, despite being exhausted and STARVING was a perfect angel all day. I rewarded him immensely.
Literally just finished applying to grad schools...thank god that's over. Applied to 5 schools all in the top 8 international studies grad schools, so I hope I at least get into one. Now comes the waiting...
Rave: Got massively drunk last night with a cute girl I know. Rant: She turned down my drunken proposition for sex. Rave: I could tell she really felt bad shooting me down, she just wasn't interested. Bigger Rave: I didn't get all depressed and mopey about getting shot down like I usually do. Instead my only thought at that moment was "Damn, I should have gone for one of the two girls I was flirting with while buying my beer tonight". Even bigger Rave: Which means I think overall I'm getting a lot better at this "normal human social interaction" shit. I'm already leaps and bounds beyond where I was just a year ago, and this thought alone made me very happy about the entire experience despite getting shot down, oddly enough. Astronomical Rave: All-you-can-eat IHOP pancakes tomorrow morning, I'm fucking stoked. Rave: I've been invited to go to a massive party in a little over a week, and since there's no confusion between me and the cute chick I'm free to invite some other girl as well.
Rant. Oh, fucking Rant. When it is winter (just like summer), you are supposed to walk on the fucking SIDEWALK. That's why it's called that. It may come as aa shock to you, but it's not just a clever name. Look, just because the sidewalk isn't plowed to your liking and you don't want to get your stupid Uggz or Pumas wet or you think it's cool to jog in -25 C weather because you're too retarded to wear something waterproof on your feet IN THE WINTER....IN FUCKING CANADA....is not my problem. Instead, you choose to make me swerve around YOU on an icy/snowy street with other cars driving around me because you're too much of a pussy to deal with the weather your home country has dealt out to you. Fuck you and deal with it. You're going to get KILLED soon, and I know at least one person who won't feel sorry for you.
Rant: You were 20 years old and one the coolest girls I have ever met. You readily accepted living with 5 other boys and a lesbian in a shitty college house. The fact that you are gone today is fucking bullshit. Why should someone who was the sweetest, kindest, and sincere people I have ever met be taken from this world while pieces of shit continue to exist.? I guess God takes the special ones young because they are too good for this world. Only the good die young. RIP DRE DRE. I'll miss you. You were the first person close to me to die and I will never forget you.
Rave- Well I decided to sack up and launch my business independently. Going from an independent contractor to a full fledged business owner may not sound like a big step to those that haven't done it. But it certainly is. in the next 6 months I have to update my business plan, raise 600k in capital, jump thru all the hoops Uncle Sam insists upon, and buy a new suit (my one and only suit my dad bought for me when I graduated college). It's an exciting time, especially since the sales are already there, I just need capital for cash flow purposes.