Rave: Did the Starbucks thing to steal internet and got mobbed by a silver fox. Thank you, Sir, for the ego boost. Better than espresso. He wanted to aid me with my Macbook. I pllayed dumb a bit...
Rantish Rave Ended it with the new lady, gotta follow your gut, right? Hurting people kinda sucks, though.
Rant: Allow me to reiterate: Kidney stones suck. Rave: Big assignment is done. All that is left is to print the last paper (I had to write 6 papers this week), put it in my binder, and turn it all in. Cannot wait to be done.
Rave settled with the responsible parties insurance company for my pain and suffering on my latest bumper cars incident. The adjuster started at 5000 and we ended with me accepting 9500 plus a rental reimbursement and 25 bucks for fishing reel parts that were lost. My insurance company is also paying my medical claim because in this state you can double dip so I came out pretty well without having to hire an attorney. Bigger Rave I will be going to cabo to fish for marlin in the next few months
MEGA MEAGA MOTHER FUCKING RANT This evening, while rock climbing, an easier route, even, I dislocated my knee. It popped, and I fell off the wall, even hitting it to get it back in. Fuck me, that's a weird and uncomfortable sight. And sound, for that matter. So i'm out of climbing for a while, which sucks because it's my obsession and passion. Fuck. At least my sister had some special meds left over from her elbow injury, i guess. P.S. No fucking health insurance.
Rant Turns out my mom likely has advanced stage breast cancer. My dad has been trying to tell me this while saying its not official yet. My dad is an expert in cancer, he knows whats going on, he wouldn't be scared over nothing. My world is falling apart.
Rant: Kiss my ass, McDonald's, for fucking up the simplest request that I will make today. I asked for a large coffee with milk and 2 sugars. In no way did that translate into dump a packet of sweetener into the cup. I'd rather you spit in the goddamn coffee than put sweetener in it.
Rave: I finally got my person's number (sort of like a SSN) here. It only took a month and a half. Except it shouldn't have taken so fucking long. Without the number I had no health insurance, ability to open up a bank account, sign up for school, get TV/internet. Nothing. It actually took 2 fucking days to get it once I went back to sort it out. I went in the day after I got here to register for it, along with my getting my wife's number reinstated. They needed one piece more of information from me, so we came back the next day, they took the information and said we would see the numbers soon. Instead they didn't pass on the information, so I am a month behind with what I needed to do here.
Rant/Rave: Heading to a Puerto Rican/Italian wedding of people I barely know. If I never post again, assume I was killed in the crossfire.
Rant: This weekend is going to suck. Inventory weekend, Friday 8-5(work) then 7-midnight, Saturday 8-midnight, Sunday 10-4.
Rave: A disgustingly perfect piece of commercial property just had its price slashed. I've had my eye on it for over two years. Rant: Would prefer to wait until next year to move on it but I'm afraid it won't last that long. It's only use is as a pub and restaurants are not exactly killing it around here right now. ???: Going to look at it again next week. Need to get my mind right and make sure I'm not following my heart more than my head on this one.
Rant: Last year I switched from Dish Network to DirecTV because they were pulling FX and several other channels (I only cared about FX) because of a conflict with the Network. Here I am, now with DirecTV and they're doing the same thing. Why do they do this during It's Always Sunny and Sons of Anarchy? Any other time of the year I wouldn't even care. They better sort their shit out fast. Rave: Antibiotics are working! I feel almost 100% better. Rave: I'm going to get a hold of a bottle of wine and have a glass at some point this weekend. I haven't drank since January and I would at least like a taste now that I'm not pregnant. I can't drink very much since I'm breastfeeding but I can at least have a glass. I can't wait! Rave: I also wanted to thank everyone for the congratulations. I haven't been around much lately but damn I love you guys!
Today is that one very jaded day of the year where it is.... Rave: My daughter's third birthday Rave: My Fifth wedding anniversary Rant: The tenth anniversary of my car accident All of that: really happened on this date. And MY birthday is on MY parent's wedding anniversary (Oct 5th). Seriously.
Rave: Ski season is coming. I'm likely one of three people I know who are actually excited for snow to hit the ground. Going to get my skis waxed, sharpened and all tuned up for the season. Already have a cat skiing weekend planned out near Fernie and just have to buy a probe for the back country I'll likely get into this year. I'm fucking pumped for winter.
RANT: Went to a Fright Night event at one of the local theme parks last night. The nights are billed as "limited tickets" and to "get in quick", so I did; bought tickets months ago. Found out last week that they'd massively oversold last night, despite having a number of nights that it was on. With the number of people there, there was no possible way you could even see half of the attractions - we tried. RAVE: The Circus of the Damned acrobatics show was awesome. Three zombie chicks on trapeze and rings suspended from a crane, with no nets or harnesses.
RANT: What a shit weekend so far. One of my best friends had to put her cat down at 4am. She lives alone in Toronto, and was freaked out, so I ended up spending almost 6 hours on the phone trying to talk her down. Her 15 year old cat had a seizure for almost 2 hours. The emergency pet hospital financially raped her for the 20 minutes it took them to diagnose the problem and put the cat down. My friend came unglued as she's had the cat since she was 15. RANT: The sim card in my iPhone fried for some reason. I went to the closest store to get a new one, only to find out that they don't have any. Correction. They had some, but they were pre-allocated for other phones, and they wouldn't give me one. By the time I got to the next closest store (20 minute drive for fucks sake), they were closed. Fucked up Saturday hours. RANT:Wind and rain storm yesterday. Tree limb fell almost 60 feet onto my roof. The tree branch won.
rave: my 5 month dry spell is officially over rant: She was a bit overweight. Lovely girl and everything, just could of lost a few dozen pounds. Slumpbusters don't count right?.. RIGHT?!?
Rave: Girl's getting stationed here in Yuma, we've been talking. I'm picking her up at the airport on Wednesday, helping her check into the barracks, and then taking her out to dinner. We'll see where it goes from there. She's interested in me, thinks I'm hilarious, and is happy that she'll have someone to introduce her to a place where she doesn't know anyone. I think she's great. Emo Rant: Spoiler I've dealt with a lot of rejection in my life. To use the good old baseball metaphor, my record is 0 for God knows how many, and I'm trying my damndest to step up to the plate without showing that I'm scared shitless of the ball or that I'm THAT kid from Little League (you know, the kid that you put 9th in the lineup and stick in right field). I'm not sure if it's lying; I think it's just ignoring the problems that aren't relevant to what I'm trying to do. My job doesn't have any room for "I don't know how," "I can't," or "I'm scared," only "Let's get it done." It should be the same for my personal life. Despite this inspiring pep talk that I've given myself, I'm psyching myself out. My default personality is NOT attractive, and it's a constant struggle to push down that (dominant) part of myself and replace it with the interesting, funny, intelligent, witty me, the guy who's a good person, a great friend, and deserves to have someone to share the world with. I'm terrified. I'm probably going to puke my guts up the night before she gets here. On a rational level, it's no big deal. Shit, it's barely even a dinner date. Except... this is my first. Ever. I have never taken a girl out to a restaurant. Or any place, for that matter. I don't know what to do, and I have no way to know how she's going to react except that she's giggled at some of my jokes on the phone and that we've been texting for a month or so. I can't sleep, which is why I'm sitting here at 5:30 in the morning pouring my thoughts into this post. "Hey, if she doesn't like you, no big deal. Go find someone else." I don't know how to say this, but there really isn't anyone else. The WMs have their pick of the litter when it comes to us; they sure as hell ain't gonna pick me. "Well THERE's yer problem," I hear some guy with a plumber's crack say. Simple math - guys outnumber girls 15:1 on this base. I might be more attractive and interesting than some of the guys here, but I am not in the 93rd percentile. Not even close. The civilians are... well, they aren't as bad as that West Virginia family documentary that they posted in the Drunk Thread, but they're along the same lines. But hey, out of the blue there's a girl from my home town who's getting stationed here. And she's cute. And she's smart. And she thinks I'm interesting. The wisdom-givers all say the same thing. "Don't worry about getting laid. Don't worry about striking up a relationship. Just be yourself." Yeeaaah... except the "myself" is a twenty-year-old who's never kissed a girl. Fuck that noise. She could find someone better than me by going out to the smoke pit and saying "Eenie Meenie Miney Moe." I've gotten myself in by faking everything, like someone who lands a job at AMD by lying through his teeth about his quals and managing to bullshit the hiring manager into thinking that this high school dropout can make ICs. So yep, I'm fucking terrified, just as terrified as that hypothetical high school dropout would be his first day on the job. Any moment, that guy could say or do something retarded (What's a diode?) and get his ass fired. And the job market is pretty damn slim here. Lots of very qualified candidates here, too. Fuck my life.
RANT: Every time I use my right arm for anything wieghing more than 10 pounds, I spend hours feeling a tightness in my shoulder down through the shoulder blade and into my chest. That last separation really fucked the nerves up. RAVE: I have Chantix. First dose was last night, and while it made me nauseated as hell, it'll be worth it in a week when I'm not buying smokes anymore. My only concern is that I'm already on two antidepressants that come with black box warnings. Adding another medicine that's known for causing suicidal thoughts in some of the population is a bit of a gamble. I'm not expecting to find myself on the ledge of a building going "Oh hey, what am I doing?", but I really hope I don't start having those kinds of thoughts at all. RAVE: Seeing Trans-Siberian Orchestra in December. Suck it.