Rave: The Dude took me as his plus one to a tour of a chocolate factory this morning. He got in for free (press pass, yay!) and I got to pretend to be his photographer the entire time. I sampled all the things. Dark chocolate honey caramel truffles, french dark chocolate truffles, bits of raw chocolate, nonpareils, milk chocolate buttercreams...yeah, it wasn't a bad way to spend a Saturday morning. Rant:My stomach hurts.
Rave: My gambling-junky lady-friend had me drive her and her hideous troll friend up to the Choctaw casino in Oklahoma. She lost $90. I won $197.50 on $2.50 in a $0.25 slot machine. Yay for self-discipline! Rant: Very accommodating and open-minded booty call broke her foot and was unavailable this weekend. And she actually needs her prescription painkillers so I can't buy them off of her.
RAVE: I wasn't going to post this for fear of over-sharing, but damn it, if simultaneous orgasms don't count as a rave I don't know what does. RAVIER: Lately it has been happening nearly every time, and that hasn't happened in a long time.
Rant: Auburn got their ass kicked today. Rave: Hotel room rates will go down for Homecoming next weekend. w00t!
Rave: I had a really good night tonight with my Irish lad and roommate. (Whoever does the obvious visual thread post: for shame, too easy.) Rant: I come into my room to go to bed, and I hear my laptop's adaptor making this crackling noise. I go to check it out and then all of a sudden it seems like the power goes out, but it turns out the outlets just stopped working. The light switch still works, thank god, because I don't have a window. It's the same thing in the room next to mine, but everything in the rest of the apartment works fine, so at least I can charge things (except for my computer, since the adaptor's dead). Would anyone happen to have a guess at what happened? Rant: I just ordered the SIXTH adaptor this year... what is with my bad computer luck this year? Rant: I really, really hope this doesn't turn into a huge thing with the super. I just want it to get fixed quickly and not have to pay for it. That will happen, right? (HA.) Rant: This doesn't feel like the greatest omen for my interview tomorrow. Rant: I have an interview on a Sunday. Rave: I have an interview. If I got this it would be all sorts of amazing. Edit: Rant: aaaaand just went to listen to some music and discovered one of my ear buds is broken. WHAT THE HELL?
Rant I fucking HATE the week from November 11 - 18. Anything - anything - that can go wrong in my family will go wrong during this time. - Rememberance Day was always hard, since three of my four grandparents were in the military. My paternal grandfather in particular had a hard time with it as he aged. Coincidentally, his birthday is/was today, so every time Nov. 11 & 13 roll around it's a reminder that he's gone. - Again, coincidentally, my maternal grandmother passed away on Nov. 11, 2003. - Nov. 17, 2008 my 18-year-old cousin collapsed and died from a disease the ER doctors missed. Pure medical malpractice (admitted by the hospital years later during arbitration). - I just got a phone call from my father that his sister has slipped into a coma and is not expected to live through the day. This is out of the blue...she had not been ill. Fuck this week. Seriously.
RAVE: Titos Vodka RANT: My dating/single life has proceeded in a fashion for the last few weeks in a way that I've begun to refer to myself as a checkdown dater. Like a checkdown QB, when the deep route (the gorgeous girl) hasnt been a go, or even the 8 yd slant (her very attractive friend), I find myself reluctantly throwing game towards the fullback out in the flat (her moderately attractive friend I am not excited about when I stalk her on Facebook the next day). And in real life everyone hates the checkdown QB cause he is largely ineffectual and pretty much a sack-less conservative individual. So yeah, not completely pleased with myself. MEGA RANT: At a late night bar last night, around 3 AM, i basically fall into a conversation with 2 girls. One is engaged and after chatting she rolls off to her fiance across the bar, meanwhile I continue to talk to her much hotter friend. Said friend is being very handsy and forward. I spend most of the convo with my hand on her lower back shamelessly flirting and being pretty apparent with my intents and she is more than down. Bout 15 min in, she stops and says something along the lines of "blah blah, cause I mean, you're gay right?" I start laughing and say no, thinking she's joking. She gets a weird look on her face, and walks immediately away and sits down with her friends. Confused as fuck I just walk out of the bar... I mean, my friend left the bar cause he knew where it was going and didn't want to be a nuisance. Lord women can be strange...
Rant: Dipping (chewing tobacco) is disgusting. I'm spending the weekend at my friend's house in Long Beach and one of the roommates - who is also a good friend - loves dipping. There is nothing more disgusting that waking up to him spitting in a cup. Fuck.
Rant: I can't find a check I got a few days ago for quite a bit of money. I'm fairly certain one of my roommates threw it out.
Rave: Really only three days of class left, which means only three lesson plans left to make. Then Thursday I've got a meeting (so I won't be teaching), Friday we're reviewing for finals, and Monday and Tuesday are just Final Exam days. It should be a fairly easy two weeks. Except: Rant: I want to give the students some kind of debate project (its for Government and we've been studying political parties), but I have no idea how I am going to implement it. I'm sure I'll figure something out, but still not sure. Rant: Two assignments left. I have about 12 pages to write by next Monday, and then I have to organize everything into a binder. I fucking hate these stupid, busy-work projects. Here is a crazy idea: how about you grade me on how I'm actually teaching, and not on some silly project that my observer barely even glances at before giving me a 2 out of 3 because she gives everyone a 2 out of 3 (note: 2 out of 3 is the bare minimum required to pass Student Teaching), regardless of what they do or how, as she has for the past four years. Rave: After this Wednesday, I am pretty much done with the hard stuff. After that, it is review, grade finals, enter grades, and then spend two weeks observing. This is just the insane stress before the calm.
Rant: I'm so tired of studying. I woke up hungover this morning, worked out, spent some time in the lab, and came home to study more. I can't remember the last day that didn't include studying and lab. I hate exam weeks. Burnout is at an all-time high. Rave: Bright side: at least I know this will all pay off in the end. Recruiters start contacting us during the first semester, so at least I can pipe-dream about the trips and shopping sprees I will take. Word.
Rave: My parents had an absolutely kick ass housewarming party last night. No beers are more satisfying than ones by dad bought, and by chance most of our regular Boundary Waters camping trip group was there and I haven't seen them for awhile so it we had lots of fun. Double Rave: One of the guys brought a few very nice cubans to enjoy on the back porch. My one cigar was great for an hour. Rant: Me and my dad have a pretty poor relationship... I'm gonna spare y'all of the details but I feel like shit about myself after I visit my parent's place every single time. I decided on the drive back home that it's about time I talked to him about it and will hopefully follow through with that when I'm back again for Thanksgiving but it's going to be difficult to start.
Rave: I recovered some of the stuff that was stolen from my dad! (couldn't find any of my stuff though) Li'l Bandit (I swear that boy is a good-luck charm) saw where the punks stashed some of my dad's spray-equipment in some tall grass! MEGA RAVE: Because of this last break-in, I'm getting a Snap-On tool box*! My dad doesn't think that my current Craftsman roll-around box setup is sturdy enough to deter thieves (and it isn't), so he said that he'd buy me a Snap-On roll cab out of the company account! Holy shit, this is awesome. *Snap-On is the Cadillac of tool boxes and tools in general.
RAVE: Broke up with the girlfriend earlier this week. I said some pretty bad shit explaining to her what a shitty person she is, so there's no way were getting back together. RANT: Only thing I missed is getting laid on a regualr basis. RAVE: Pulled a skank out of the Ranch on Friday night to get over that bitch, but looking for a more serious relationship. RAVE: Kinda have a prospect, but I'm in a weird spot with her. I've known her for like 6 years, always kind of liked her and she just got out a long relationship with a shitty break up as well. We were talking for a couple of hours last night, and it turns out we want the same thing relationship wise. RANT: Don't know how to wheel this because I don't know where I stand with her (friend zone? etc) and that she has already met another guy and is doing the preliminary stuff with him. Thinking about going balls in on this one but any tips would be appreciated.
Rave: I kind of just banged the dude I've been had a thing for for the last 8 years or so. Rave: I'm still cock drunk at its been two days!!! Never thought Swedish Fish would get me laid.
Rant: Managed to give myself some dehydration today during training and have been throwing up all afternoon. Awesome.
RANT: What kind of sick twisted moron threatens to tell your autistic son that you're ashamed of him, especially when it is nothing more than a childish, spiteful, vindictive lie? I hope that bitch has a severe, non-fatal aneurysm that leaves her a drooling helpless mess for the rest of her life.
Rant/Rave Getting back to work this week after my knee injury. It'll be awesome to have the income again, but I did enjoy only having to worry about my school schedule, and not having to work around all that, as well. Ah well, certainly could be worse.
Rant: I found out why my girlfriends uncle is a bible-thumping Jesus freak who tells me I'm going to Hell unless I repent (and I'm a Catholic). Apparently when he was in college he used to make his own acid and take it daily. One time had a bad trip, thought his parents dogs were demon and butchered them with an antique Nazi SS knife his father had. He dumped the bodies into his swimming pool, stripped off his clothes, and jumped in with them. After his family arrived home to this scene, they called the cops and he had to be restrained with a straight jacket or something. He then spent 6 months in a mental institution. The Aristocrats. Rant: My girlfriend has no idea this happened, as her much older cousin (not thr guys kid) told me about it.