Rant: Because of a psycho ex boyfriend, who stalks her at work, her son's school, and at her home, a friend and her son have been crashing at my place for the last 4 days, hiding from him. She has a restraining order, and the police know him and are aware of the situation. She is having to move this week, switch her son's school. Why can't people just figure it out when it's over? Rave: She finally got the balls to leave him. He's been abusive for a while. Her son is 8 and a blast, she has him trained to bring beer from the fridge. I have a beer slave till they leave. Rant: It's not a legal defense: "Your honor, he just needed killin" (Except in some states in the South)
Im going to preface this by saying I hate the Dallas cowboys. With that said, yesterday I went to their stadium in hopes of seeing the worlds largest TV. I was told in order to see it I would be required to take a tour of the stadium which cost $17. I almost said no, but since I really wanted to see Tv I said yes. We got to see the TV. And then something better happened. I'm sure you are wondering the same thing I am. What could be better than the worlds largest TV? At the end of the tour they took us onto the field and we got to play football on it! I got to catch a touchdown pass in cowboys stadium. And I kicked a field goal! Now the best part- I did this while wearing Bengals stuff. Eugene Updike was there, he heckled me for wearing Bengals stuff. Fricking awesome. The moral of the story is, take the tour. It was awesome. We even got to go in the cheerleaders locker room.
Rant: Some motherfucker drank the rest of my Limited Release Woodchuck Draft Cider. This stuff is the best hard cider I've found. This is why I sometimes hate hosting gatherings at my house.
Rant: There's going to be a bunch of boring rants/raves about the NFL conference final games today. Rave: I discovered the show Deadwood. Rant: I'm missing my best friend (and co-writers) standup act tonight. He won a competition and is getting paid now. (Also, he uses all my jokes whenever I stop getting up... which I haven't done since December so he has a ton of my bits now. I feel like his success is also my success.)
Rave: Just washed my sheets. Clean sheets = one of the best things ever. Rant: Skype is being a rascal. Rant: In an attempt to create flavor fusion, I mixed apple and orange juice. It didn't turn out well.
Rant: I don't even have the energy to be mad. I went right to depression. Is it ever going to be our day?
Rave: the tax RANT I posted in a drunken rage is being amended. It was a slip of the finger by my husband that was giving us such a TINY fucking return. Head of household screws you.. Married & Filing Jointly, like it should have been in the first place.. and now we're getting over triple what we got last year. Huge weight off of my shoulders, that's for damn sure.
Rant: In order to graduate this semester I had to take some kind of upper level English class. The only one I could fit into my schedule was this shitty Writing and Research class. I knew it was going to be bad, but I couldn't even fathom that it would be this bad. For our first assignment, we have to write an autoethnography type paper. In order to do that, we first had to write a paper that was the "writing statement", which basically explained how we use writing in our everyday life and/or how we will end up using it in our careers. Not too bad right? Well there's a catch. While writing this paper, I had to RECORD my thoughts and say everything out loud in the middle of typing (talk about distracting). Then, after turning in the writing statement, we have to type out all of our recorded thoughts into another paper and code them according to exactly what we were doing (i.e. typing silently, editing, reformatting, talking and typing, etc.). So I worked on my writing statement for like four hours and had everything recorded. I tried to listen to my tape today and type out everything, and my microphone/computer only RECORDED HALF THE FUCKING MATERIAL I SAID. This is due tomorrow, and I have nothing. I contemplated making shit up, but I think I'm going to complain about shitty technology instead. We'll see. And yes, my microphone was working. Apparently my recording program was so shitty that I had to scream into it for anything to be completely heard. Anyone know of any good sound recording/editing programs?
Rant: My doctor decided I don't need my painkillers anymore, since he's more concerned about creating an addict than about a patient who still has pain from a botched spinal surgery being able to deal with that pain. So I'm stuck with a damned headache I can't do anything about because tylenol doesn't work (I've taken 5 without result) and I can't take aspirin because of the blood thinner. Rant: Haven't they invented body transplants yet?
Rant: Every night I put off doing all my homework until 10 or so. Then it takes me until midnight. Then I don't go to sleep until 2. Then I wake up at 6:30. It's a fucking terrible cycle. You'd think as the days continued like this eventually I'd start getting tired earlier, and maybe be able to fall asleep at a decent hour. It's like a weird kind of insomnia where I'm unable to fall asleep, but then once I'm finally able to fall asleep I hate waking up. It's getting rough, I'm exhausted every day and I'm waayyyy too fucking busy to be like that. Schoolwork is suffering, I'm dragging as at work, and I'm not as funny and witty as I was last semester in class. ANNNDDD onto another fucking week.
Rant: Just cut off about a foot of hair Rave: Don't look like a complete dirtbag any more; actually look okay except for my fat as fuck face not going that well with short hair.
Rave: This situation is supposed to have been taken care of today. Guess I'll just have to wait and see if she went through with it. Asked for proof, and she called me all sorts of names and told me she hated me, then hung up on me. Oh well, there was no way that I wasn't coming out of this looking like an asshole to her. Not much I can do about it now, except avoid this type of scenario again. Need to continue packing...
RANT I just spent fucking 8 hours working on a "group" project, sound mixing two trailers, with this retarded Asian girl. And by with, I mean she did fuck all, had class most of the time, can't actually use fucking Pro Tools to save her live, and when I say, "Hey, here's all the work I did while you were off doing whatever, tell me what you think about it," all I get is "it's good." I'd be more pissed if she was actually half competent and could actually do the work, but she can't at all. It's ridiculous that you've taken all the fucking prereqs and have been sitting in the class for the past 3 months and can't do jack shit. Not to mention the fact that I almost killed myself over winter break composing the music for the trailer while she did fuck all because she's as useful as fucking myself with an empty can of Dr. Pepper FUCK
You people don't know how to rant. This is the way you do it: The noble Vikings tragically fell short yesterday, victim to Favre Karma and angry spirits of the Indian burial ground Winter Park is built upon. The company I work for is, after a steady two year decline in business, looking like it's about to go tits up, or at least a dramatic change in what we attempt to do. We're small and we gave it a pretty good run, but the last year and a half killed our customers and, thusly, us. I took this morning off, but swung by my boss's apartment after lunch since he was working from home. I waved to the pretty girl at the front desk, walked past the elevators to the vending machine and got a soda. Sometime during when I passed the elevators and when the machine dispensed my soda, a half-naked building denizen decided to jump off the balcony overlooking the main atrium and land about 20' from me. I, being the only one around that wasn't a 22 year old girl, tried to do what I could for her, but she was twisted around like a pretzel, totally unresponsive and her weak pulse that was initially there was gone within a minute or so. She was dead before the medics could arrive, no doubt briefly delayed by the frustratingly awful fucking construction going on in St. Paul right now. The great state of Minnesota tells me that I cannot drink because I am an evil rule breaker, but they are quite eager to have me as their guest soon.
Rave: I just moused over the rep bar. High comedy. Rave: Found a new place in Edmonds. For $25 more in rent, I get my own washer and dryer, a parking spot, a best of all a 20 minute drive to work. Fuck my place. Rant: I'll have to drive over an hour to get sex. Rave: At least I'm not Durbanite.