Rave: Killer birthday so far, made my fantasy breakfast (eggs, southwest hash browns, hot green chile), received ALL Pink Floyd discs imaginable, not to mention my early presents of an eggplant winter coat and vintage barber chair. Oh, and Mr. P's family sent me AMEX gift cards. I'm a happy, happy girl. I do have to go to work, which doesn't sound like a blast, but I'm feeling like having fun anyway. Maybe I can convince my new boss to teach me how to walk a runway in drag, as he produces local drag shows. It's different from the regular runway swagger, isn't it?
Rave: It's my Birthday! Rave: I got a page of comic art for my Birthday. It's dated December 13, 2005. Bizarre, yet it makes me happy.
RANT: I've got a cut on my dick. Not a deep one, almost like a paper cut but it's right on the shaft. Weird part is that I don't know how it happened. Hurts like fuck to jerk off though. RAVE: Played through the pain and finished.
Rave: In the process of typing of my resume/cover letter for a job that will over double my hourly wage. I would love the job, but i would settle for just making it to the interview. I am fairly qualified for the job(been doing basically the same job for over 6 years at the same job), so i am a little excited, but there is always someone that is more qualified or know someone. So i am not giving my hopes up, and trying not to get to excited. Wish me luck.
Rant: FUCK. I hate when this happens. I've got two finals tomorrow and I just woke up with a fever and the chills. Not only that, my advisor found out our experiment grant proposal is due fucking today. Plus, I can't even relax after finals because I have to pack for my 7am flight the next day. Is there anything worse than getting ridiculously sick and then finding out you will have no opportunity to get any rest for another 3 days. FUCKKKK.
Rave: Just got through my first proposal and we're making damn good progress. Rave: I'm officially done with calling banks! Fuck banks! On to healthcare and finance software! Rant: Having a kick ass project lined up and fall apart due to a supplier updating their inventories only after my second email inquiring about something that caught my eye. Fucking A. Rave: The customer telling me "Time and money is not an issue" after I called to let them know. Those are magical words to me, especially when it's for a matching pair of L.C. Smiths. This is one of those projects that I've always wanted to do and actually have the opportunity now, and to be given the freedom to just do my thing is awesome.
Rave My '99 Chevy Silverado LT Z71 just turned over 200,000 miles. The truck has been nothing short of phenomenal and basically trouble free its entire life. Bravo truck, bravo.
Rant: Nowhere near as ready for my microeconomics final on Friday as I want to be because I keep getting distracted. Rave: Our apartment is now super clean.
Rant: blew up the engine in my car a few days ago and today got the quote that it needs a new engine. This sucks but I was expecting it as I stupidly didn't fix the radiator when I saw cracks appearing I just fixed the cracks as they appeared but didn't think that there must be other ones where I can't see them. Well this idiot won't be doing that again next warning signs of any trouble with the car and straight to the mechanic from now on lesson well and truly learned over this experience.
Rave: I'm extremely stressed out about finals and in general just having a really shitty day/ week/ semester with schoolwork. But then I saw this:
Rave: So I am cruising around on my new Kindle Fire last night and I stumble across the free lending section on Amazon. I peruse the titles and come across what looks to be a book consisting of about 60 pictures of this naked chick. No captions, no backstory, just some good ole homegrown American nudidity. So I click on the "Borrow" button and browse away. Rant: Eh. The girl is not as attractive as the cover. She's OK, but nothing special. Horrible shoes. Double Rant: I should have read more before I borrowed the free book. You can only borrow 1 a month and now I am stuck with this thing on the front page every time I go to the Home Screen on the Kindle. Shit. I can't get rid of it. It's like herpes. Or shitty luggage. This is way more effort that I was looking to invest.
RANT: Vicoden. I've been on it for just over a week and lets just say things aren't moving all that well. Spoilered for TMI Spoiler I'm usually a once a day guy but I've only crapped twice in 10 days. Uncomfortable is the word of the week for me.
RAVE: First semester of music school done! RANT: I probably won't finish the two year program, because I'm on leave from my high school education program that I'll have to go back to after my third semester here. So, the only reason I'm here is to get as good at bass as possible in the time I have... and fuck me, this semester I reverted back to my "just do enough to get by with good grades" strategy that got me through regular university. Cutting corners, cramming, and just not working on internalizing what's being taught. Bullshit. I got a B+ on my instrument proficiency just now, and there is absolutely no excuse for not getting an A+. B+ is good though, because it shows me I'm clearly not working hard enough at it, while still not being so low that it breaks my spirit. I think I'm going to drop a couple of the classes that don't have to do with actually playing next semester, and focus more on what matters (to me).
Rave: Oh yeah $30 Shell gift card from the raffle at work. Who's your daddy now? Rant: No company holiday party this year. No more gift cards for everybody. Time to dust off the resume.
Rant: Prof says we are allowed to bring in 4 pages double sided, graphing calculators, and the textbook to an exam. TA gives the mother of all review sessions (literally, says, example 1 is like question 1, ex 2 is like q2.....) Wrote the exam last night, lets just say it was like ballsack was staying for the night, everyone one of us walked out a little more raw than we did going in. 5 questions, first 2 questions were 20min a piece, the 4th question was about 30min. This leaves the balance (essentially 2 hours) to try and do the last 2 questions in the exam (3 and 5 for those keeping score at home). I think I had enough things written down to get enough part marks to pass the course. The entire class was brutalized by this, it was bad. Rant/Rave: Last exam today, little worried, but feeling pretty good about it. Better than most of the class it seems.
I don't know whether this is a rant or a rave but my husband's niece just sent me a private message asking me "Is it true that where you live everyone believes in vampires?" That has got to be the most random question anyone has ever asked me. Ummm, no? I live in a small mountain town in Southwest Virginia. This isn't fucking Santa Carla or Bon Temps. She lives in an even smaller bumfuck town in NY state. Where did she get this from?! What's even weirder is that she buried her 2 week old son YESTERDAY and has pictures of his tiny corpse at the funeral as her Facebook picture. She had this kid with a guy she dated for about a month (who, surprisingly isn't an illegal Mexican immigrant but he sure looked like one), started a relationship with this way older creepy guy the day before her kid's funeral, dumped him yesterday and now claims that she's going lez. The Aristocrats!!!!
Nerdy rant: Dear Network Solutions, fix your fucking DNS so users will stop calling me about not being able to access stupid websites they probably shouldn't be visiting anyway.
Rave: I nailed two sales again today and hit my boss' "high" quota two weeks early Super Rave: I put some stuff up for sale from my own bidness last night and this morning had an email from a guy in Finland who is intent on buying... and on top of that he has won multiple European and World championships in his discipline. It's not a sale until the check clears, but I'm buzzing just for my product to be considered by someone at his level. This calls for celebrating.