RAVE: At this time tomorrow, I'll be in NYC. So damn excited, and even though I live in a big ass city, it always feels like a different experience. And sometimes I need to get the hell out of the Midwest for a bit. RANT: Speaking of NYC, I watched Happythankyoumoreplease last night. It made me depressed for a variety of reasons. 1) Josh Radnor did a great job with it and his character was interesting and engaging. It made me realize how lame Ted Mosby is and how uninteresting HIMYM has been the last few weeks. 2) It brought relationships into focus and whenever you look introspectively at that shit and things aren't great, I personally get agitated. 3) Finally, and most importantly, I realized that I am not currently associating with Kate Mara on a daily basis, and that shit is just not cool...
Rave: McDonald's coffee has been free all week, and it's the only thing that's made me happy every morning before entering the clusterfuck at work.
Rant: So far in my life, I have changed babys nappies that would make a marine cry, cleaned up puke from a 60 year old man, been thrown up on/peed on more times than I car to remember, mucked out stables, helped birth horses, cleaned boxes covered in possum piss, etc etc.. And the most disgusting thing I've ever done that has made me nearly throw ip is kill a cockroach. It crunched under my boot. I've never had to before as there aren't any in Tassie. It's too cold. Omfg. Never again. Rave: Scary creepy guy hasn't been anywhere near me in over a week. Yay. Rave pt2: Cuddles from the boy later. Yay.
RANT: I'm not saying that loud eaters (lips smacking, slurping, etc.) are the worst people ever, but they're pretty fucking close. Especially when they share your office.
RAVE: Currie is finally sending me my brakes so now I can finish the rear end and break in the gears. RANT: Just in time for the rain.
Another chemistry-related rant, although with slightly more context for the non-nerds. Spoiler This conversation is happening across the hall from me. Please note - Sr. Chemist is my boss, and Jr. Chemist is at the same level in the company as me... AND SHE IS AS DUMB AS BRICKS. I don't know who she's blowing to keep her job, but she must have skills in that area, because her chemistry knowledge fucking sucks. Sr.Chem: “And then, what happens?” Jr.Chem: “Then they add the toluluidinine.” Sr.Chem: “The what?” Jr.Chem: “The… toluluidinine?” Sr.Chem: “No… That's not the word. Sound it out.” Jr.Chem: “Tol… u…i…dine. Tol…u…i…dine. Toluluidine?” Sr.Chem: “No… Toluidine.” Jr.Chem: “Tol…u…i…dine. Toluidinine?” Sr.Chem: <sigh> “Let's move on.”
Rave: Is this my life? I posted on my fitness blog about wanting a Personal Trainer in the Greater Toronto Area, who was willing to travel, and wasn't insanely expensive. The trainers at my gym are children, they're expensive, and I've never seen one of their clients so much as break a sweat. Two hours later there's an email waiting for me from one of the Toronto Argonauts telling me he'll train me during his off-season. I'm so excited.
Rave: Packing for a weekend in a cabin way up north for deer opener. I've got my .270 and a case of beer. That'll do for now. Maybe more beer?
Rave: Got four used tires in good condition for $100. Motormasters, so guaranteed for life (I think). Either way, great deal. Rave: Got my engineering ring today! Rant: Dog sitting two puppies for a friend. GUESS who did this while I was at work? Yup, their shepherd. Spoiler So long, leather chair. You were a good 'un.
Rave: I just got back from my audition for Mortified and I got into the show! I'm so excited! It's going to be so much fun.
Rant: My living situation is not conducive to anything I want to achieve. It is very easy to use this as an excuse for not doing the things I need to do.
Rave: Spotify! Fuck yes!!! This program is so awesome I downloaded it to my laptop/iphone today and it has already replaced itunes. It is so easy to arrange music into OCD playlists, find new music and sync it to my phone I'm like a 7 year old with a box of pixie sticks. Now I'm trying to expand my musical taste a bit. Currently going through discographies for: - Decemberists - Neutral Milk Hotel - Pixies - The Smiths - Regina Spektor - Fleet Foxes - Wale - deadmau5 Any suggestions, TIB?
Rant: I officially don't understand how my school wants me to study for tests. Every day they give us "learning objectives", I study these, write out everything related and have a good general knowledge. Then on tests they ask obscure questions that have little to do with the objectives, and are damn near impossible to predict. At least most of the other students are having the same problem Rave: In a strange way I somewhat enjoy this challenge of medical school, the influx of knowledge is massive and hopefully I'll figure this stuff out.
RANT: Still smoking. I had to stop taking the Chantix - the dreams weren't that bad, but I finally admitted to myself that it's been affecting my mental stability. Lying in bed last night, I actually thought "Hell, I could actually just end it tonight." No desire, no detailed plan, no wrist cutting while masturbating with my own tears. It was just a simple, almost passionless statement of fact. That was the point where I decided that smoking is, for once, the lesser of two evils.* *Although, if you're dead, technically you've become a non-smoker. RAVE: I'm going to get into college. It's going to take a few months to get the money together to just sign up for one class, and I don't know how I'm going to get around my work schedule, but I'm going to do it. If that means no social interaction and just taking online classes, so be it. I've spent 22 years socially isolated and disconnected, I think I can survive another year for the sake of getting some college credit without losing rent money. RANT: If I had irresponsibly knocked up some random ho and married her, I could get college for almost free. Instead, I get nothing, because if I put either parent's financial info on a FAFSA, the government is going to laugh in my face and ask me why my parents can't send me to Wright State or OSU instead of me eking by at a community college.
RANT: This morning I woke up to my alarm and my cat Storm licking my fingers and poking at my face. Since this is slightly unusual behavior for him (his M.O. is to let Quint do the dirty work of waking me up for eats), I wondered where my big fatass wakeup call was. But, figuring maybe Quint decided to sleep in this morning, I hit snooze and dozed off. Around 7:15, I finally got up and noticed I had only feline following me to the kitchen. I said "Where's Quint?" I even asked Storm "Where's that fatass?" I started the shower, scooped the litterbox, and still nothing. I kept calling him. I figured he somehow got stuck under the bed. Or maybe he got into the little closet where the hot water heater is kept. I then went into my bedroom and turned on the light. There, in front of my closet, he was laying. I called him again. No response. I knelt down...he was dead. I'm sure you can imagine my reaction. And the morning I've had. The vet is going to do an autopsy, in case it's something environmental that might spread to my 2nd cat. I don't have any possible clue what could've happened. When I went to bed last night, he was his normal self, meowing, purring, getting in my lap, giving me nose kisses...even the vet was perplexed. He had a wellness checkup 6 weeks ago, the vet said "Healthy as a horse, completely clean bill of health." This is going to sound retarded, but that cat and I had a bond I couldn't begin to describe. I loved him and he knew it, he loved me and I knew it. Since I've gotten back to the vet, Storm has been clinging to me like Saran Wrap. It's so heartbreaking. RIP, my poor sweet boy. I'm going to miss you like crazy.
Rant: While reading the above post calmed me a little bit (sorry about your cat, Pink), I'm still so annoyed right now. I fucking hate interior decorators. I've met quite a few and all of them have been egotistical nut jobs who act like they know everything because they carry fabric swatches and paint samples around and know that tope is a soothing color. If it wasn't for people having more money than sense, I swear these people would be among those useless and largely-uninformed hippies down at OWS who have clung onto a movement they don't understand while they let the other people who do get the issues talk for them. They'd sit in a patchwork lean-to made of curtain fabric and failed dreams--their bodies riddled with scurvy and shame as they hock their vaginas for crack and remark about how small paintings must go below large paintings...because that's just what you DO.