Rave: Just had one of those hypothetical arguments in my head and I crushed the other person. Raver: Getting out of the office in 10 minutes. Raviest: Get the house to myself for the whole afternoon. I'm going to sit back, grab a beer, and read The Joys of Homebrewing
Rave: Spending a week at the parents' house in Henderson, NV. Desert landscapes and sunny days are my favorite. Rave: Got SC2, a good book, episodes of Breaking Bad to catch up on, and plenty of drawing to do. For some reason, I feel like I am wasting my time doing those things at home, but clearly doing them on vacation is just good sense.
Rant Another girl I was interested in, who was flirting and seemed interested back, tells me she kinda has a boyfriend. That she lives with. WHAT THE FUCK!?
Rave: Looks like this baby will be born on September 19th... Rant: ...via scheduled c-section because the previa did not correct itself. Rave: That means I was able to give work an exact date for my leave. Rave: I have 2 discretionary days that I have to burn before Thanksgiving. Since I'll be gone until the week of Thanksgiving and I don't get paid for them if I don't take them, I'm taking off Thursday and Friday next week. That means I have a 3 day weekend, work two days, then have a four day weekend. Yes please. Rave: My first day back should be the Monday before Thanksgiving which means I'll get to ease back in with a short week before getting into the busiest time of the year. Rave: It's nice to know for sure what's going on. We've known a cesarean was a possibility for a long time now but were hoping everything would resolve itself. If our worst case is a scheduled c-section I'd say we're doing pretty good. Rant: Still scared, or at least anxious as hell about the surgery. Rave: Everything else is great. Baby is healthy, weighing in at just over 6lbs according to the ultrasound. Holy Fuck I Can't Believe It: I'm going to be a mom in 17 days. Wow!
Rave: Been trying to get out more. I haven't made an ass of myself yet, which is extremely surprising to me. Rant: I can't stand talking to these people. We have completely different interests, and while I can talk about Jersey Shore and other inane bullshit, I hate doing it, and I feel like I'm dying inside when I pretend that I'm interested (Hyperbole, but not by much). My dad once said, "It doesn't matter what you do together; friendship is just enjoying each other's company." I dislike it. I'd rather be in my room, except that I'm not solving my problems by staying there. And sadly, it isn't just "Get new friends!" Everyone seems to be like this here. I'm not judging them; they have their interests, and I have mine. We're just too fucking different to interact at any meaningful level. I find it disturbing that I actually have more fun going to work than I do going out. When I'm at work, the conversation is on the gear we fix - how it works, what could make it work more efficiently, what to do when stuff breaks. That's interesting to me; I can have an entertaining conversation laughing about the retards who just spent four million dollars removing our old security system (which worked fine) and replacing it with one that doesn't work. But then we go out and the topic quickly shifts to reality TV, the latest rap single, and cars. I don't expect us to talk about our jobs when we're having a good time, but I really don't have anything in common with them outside of work.
RANT!!!:. Was waiting for a cab to take me and a few buddies downtown. Just hanging out in the driveway drinking and skateboarding. I'm standing on the board, not moving, when I lose my balance and the board kicks out from under me. Land on my shoulder, feel weird for a second, then realize I've royally fucked myself. Thought I dislocated my shoulder so my friends take me to the ER. I told them to go on without me and sit in the waiting room, get x-rayed, and find out I broke my collar bone. Not a fracture, it's in two seperate pieces. They send me out with five Vicodin and tell me it will heal. I am in a lot of pain. Rave: Had my friends pick me up and went to the bar. Got two numbers and could have closed either if I wasn't such a wreck. I'm playing this up for everything it's worth.
Rave: My one hour stand up special aired for the first time last night. Can't really talk about it to my friends because it sounds like bragging. Probably sounds like bragging here to, but fuck it, have to get it out somewhere. Rant: Am now one of those morons with a fucking useless first post.
Rave: I'm making a legitimate effort to get into running and I'm starting to think that the 10k I'm running later this month won't be that bad. My wife and I ran 7 this morning and I found it fairly easy. I was hung over, too. Rave: Road trip! Rant: To Windsor. The obligatory mother visit. At least the beer's on her.
Rant: I got mugged yesterday. Rantier: By cops. Venezuelan police are the WORST. Rantiest: Because of this country's stupid money situation, I had a BUNCH of cash on me. That they took. Also, my iPhone. And my Gators hat. Why the fuck...whatever. Not even gonna worry about it. Rave: Other than some minor bruises and soreness, I'm perfectly OK. Getting robbed sucks, but it's just stuff, I guess. And I had a few hundred bucks hidden in my bag that they didn't get. Plus, the way it went down is kind of a funny story. Actually, maybe it wasn't a funny story and my friends are just dicks. That seems way more likely, now that I think about it.
Rant: Some guy in the airport asked me for $2 for bus fare, and since I had recently been in that position, I handed it over without hesitation. Then I saw him ten minutes later asking other people the same thing. Every time I try to be nice...
RANT: If you have a backyard playset for your kids and ever decide to get rid of it, pay someone to take it away. If I ever see a nail again I'll put it through my temple.
Today I decided I wanted to use part of my bonus money to get a new TV. After going to two different Best Buys and them being out of most of the stuff I wanted, I finally found a TV that would suit my needs. Upon getting it home, I discovered the screen is cracked 8 ways from sunday. I prey they take it back. When i discovered this it was after closing time. I decided that I really wanted some pizza for dinner. The pizza place I wanted to order from has apparently closed up shop. Fuck today seriosuly. After not drinking for 40 something days and not using nicotine for a few weeks, I came very close to relapsing today. On both. My head hurts. My neck hurts. I'm reading horror stories online of people receiving cracked TVs and not getting replacements or cash back. I feel like murdering someone. I'm going to be on edge until tomorrow when I really hope they take it back.
Rave: My book is DONE and nearly to the point where I can publish it! Rant: I am self publishing through Amazon, and wanting to make sure something i've poured myself into won't be a gigantic failure... and promoting it with no money to do so with is a hell of a lot harder than i'd imagined. Ugh
Rant: I'm at a freaking breaking point. No one really cares, but spoilered for length. Part of a rant on my game board. Spoiler Life imploding on me. Here's a list. I'm have trainees. One is my morning mouthbreather/goldfish. Mouth breather is because I honestly don't know how she walks around without a droolcup, goldfish is because they have a memory of about a half a second, and so does she. I have *literally* told her the same thing 20 times in the last week about making sure things were sealed (bones can poke through even with guard on vacuum packing), today she asked the boss to go home because I was throwing pork chops (not at her, at the vacuum pack machine because they weren't sealed, and she was too freaking stupid to notice (MB mode) and had already labeled them... Other one is my gnome, who comes in at 1pm, until ? (which is why I'm working late), who is about 4'6", and is bright enough that she'll do fine, but don't pull the I'm a girl crap with me. You *can* lift 20 lbs. Oh, you just had a kid 4 months ago? You can still lift 20 lbs, if you hadn't given it up for adoption, you'd be hauling it around a hell a lot more than what I'm asking you to carry. Oh, wait, her mom is best friends with the bitch that I told my boss that I was going to quit over. Stellar. Can you at least move faster than molasses in January if you can't carry anything because "you just had a baby"? Liking my life yet? Let's go on. My mom has had one basal cell carcinoma removed by local doc about a year ago, no big deal. This one = they took about 1/3 of the top of her ear off, and down the back of her ear because apparently it had had roots. It's about the size of two quarters. Took five scrapings to get it all out. While she was there, they found a couple more spots they want to biopsy. This isn't a life threatening cancer, but if you could see the aftermath, it's not pretty, and it hurts. Since my stepdad is a truck driver, and pretty much an asshole, I'm the bandage changer. She even asked as I was changing tonight if he wanted to see, he walked right by. RAVE!: Due to the trainee thing & my boss knowing I'm about to walk out, I got a raise Friday.
RANT: Dear, sweet slumber, why do you evade me so? Ten days and you continue to avoid me...no explanation, no reason. Are we breaking up? RANT: Out of melatonin. Boo!
RAVE: There is a real website where you can rent a dwarf to attend your party. Just sent them an availability inquiry! I fucking love that this is a real thing.
Rant: None of the movies that I want to see seem to be available for streaming on Netflix. And they still haven't made the episodes of The Wonder Years available for streaming like they said they were going to do a few months ago. Rave: After going 20 months trying to find a job with my degree and not getting any offers, I received two offers on the same day! I hope that I chose wisely.
RAVE!: Possible adoptee dog coming for the home visit (already passed the references)! Senior dog (seven years old), who was dumped because the owners got three new dogs that were younger, and "didn't have time for her anymore". Weimaraner, pretty girl from the pics, supposed to be a sweetie, will find out shortly!
Spoiler tags for game results. Spoiler I can't believe Notre Dame played like such shit. How in the fuck did they just give that away. God I am pissed. At least Mizzou won. Rant: I think tailgating yesterday killed me. Rave: Hooray for the return of tailgating!
Rave?: Woke up early, went to the gym, had breakfast with my parents, then went to church. Got home at around 1:30 pm. I was going to continue being productive, but I saw my PSP on the couch and thought to myself "well, right before I get started, why not just some quick random battles in Final Fantasy Tactics? Just a quick half hour. It's going to take a while to get this Dark Knight job." It is now 5 pm. Fuck.