Rant: Somehow, nearly 1 month later, I am only just now learning of Patrice O'Neal's death. I'm not remotely kidding when I say that this killed my holiday spirits entirely. I also saw the Charlie Sheen Roast for the first time yesterday. In spite of not telling any "jokes," per se, he might have been my second-favorite comedian of the night (I never would have imagined typing/saying these words anywhere, but: Jeff Ross fucking killed).
Rant & Rave Thread Great Christmas Rave: iPad, money, books, gift certificates and the greatest memory foam ever. Beyond being totally selfish, I love everything I got the people I bought for and they seemed to love it as well. Great New Years Rave: Did Vegas NYE last year, going to be in Negril, Jamaica this year. Amazing. Rave: I'm wasted drunk and watching Third Rock From the Sun. Best. Show. Ever.
Rant: God above. Best friend had another incident this evening after dinner. No one has any idea what the fuck is going on. When all this shit started a month ago I suspected schizophrenia but that was ruled out because of a brain scan. Due to some of the shit that happened tonight and yesterday, I started looking into that again. Apparently the brain scan is only 71% accurate in detecting the onset of this disease. I don't know what to do. No one does. She's been to some of the best doctors in the area and had a ton of tests done but no one has any answers.
Rant: Friend keeps telling me about how much she dislikes her marriage and flirting with me. I really want no part of that.
Spoiler for my usual whiny bullshit Spoiler Rant: I agreed to go into work later tonight. I was supposed to head out of town and help my little brother move tomorrow, but now that can't happen. I still have to get down there to help him move, but also have to work Friday night. I also have to get the insurance on my truck renewed by Friday, because I am a procrastinating cheap ass fuck. I also need to get my truck's stereo worked on, because making a 400 mile drive without any sound would fucking blow serious balls. I have been trying to get this worked on for a few weeks since it went out, but that has proven difficult when I live an hour away from shops that could fix it when they want me to drop it off for an indeterminate period of time Rant: All of this mess will begin the next three months where I will work for somewhere around 100 days straight with a new responsibility at my primary job that will be a huge time sink and very challenging for me (and it also doesn't pay very well at all. I mean if you broke it down into hours I'm sure it would be less than minimum wage sort of bad.) Rave: Woodford Reserve as a Christmas present.
Rave: Not the greatest season, but Mizzou went out with a win. Rant: I still have no fucking clue who decided that Mizzou needed to be in the SEC. Fucking nonsense.
Rant: Went to Bruges for a romantic getaway with the girlfriend as a break from dealing with family over the holidays. This town is literally packed with couples, it's everything I hate about Valentine's day embodied in one town. Rant: My girlfriend came to bed in sweatpants, on the first night of our ROMANTIC GETAWAY. Rave/Rant: I just got done jacking myself off in the bathroom to the sound of our neighbors fucking each others' brains out. Rave?: I'll be single again this time next week. Seriously, I've been dating an icebox. Life takes some weird turns every now and then. I was honestly thinking about buying a ring and proposing in the summer. Then one night just manages to completely turn your viewpoint around.
Rave...seeing family. So very good to see my brothers. Loved DC at night. Spent Christmas evening waking around the Mall with The Guy. Rant...too detailed to go into with the phone but I really wish people would understand I just want to be left alone. Nothing crazy, I just want time to assemble my thoughts.
This week is bringing me to the realization that a very significant and beloved person in my life has given up, and is on his way out. I don't know why this is so...he should be living a full and rich life. He's not, and he won't ever. I don't know if he'll last another year, or five years, but the long and the short of it is that he won't be around the same way that his dad was around. I can't take the job I'll be offered tomorrow. I can't live close to him as this happens. I know this makes me a bad person, but I can't go down with the ship.
Rave: Being a nerd in the military has its perks, namely the fact that I'm useful in all matters regarding math. Like helping the master sergeant with his college courses. Rave: Said master sergeant put the smackdown on a douchebag sergeant who's been a dick for me for the last month or so. He's now extremely puzzled (and butthurt) that his favorite topic of mockery is off-limits. Poor thing. Rave: Went to the barbershop, got a haircut. The girl giving it to me was pretty cute, and we started talking. She was talking about her college biology class, and I happen to know a fair amount of bio from high school. I got her number afterward. My roommate said, "Goddamn. You were in the ZONE. How come you can't do this with normal girls?" "Most girls aren't into microbiology." I have no idea how it's going to pan out, but hey, it's fine either way.
Rave: starting a new job in a few weeks, so I need to get some new business casual items, but not much. Went to RalphLauren.com, hit the clearance pages and ordered two pairs of pants, a dress shirt and a button down chino shirt. Full price: $408 with shipping. My price with clearance discount, sister's employee discount and free shipping: $168. Rant:I have to go through my side of the master closet and try stuff on, see what still fits or can be tailored (I've put more than a few pounds back on these past two semesters), what doesn't and the stuff I just don't wear anymore and bring it to a homeless shelter in Dallas. I just hate the whole try it on exercise. Rave: the major addition to the wardrobe however is hats. JFK's dismissal of men's headwear was a disappoint (more so to hat makers), so I'm glad to see them returning to vogue. I've already acquired an authentic Basque beret and a tweed ivy cap and, with a gift certificate from an online hat seller, I ordered a slate gray cashmere ivy cap and a loden wool khaki ivy cap. Next on the list is a straw fedora for the spring and summer months along with a cotton or linen ivy cap. I get a lot of compliments, especially for the Beret as you don't see too many of them in Texas other than the ones on our military, and this is a different style beret. And don't call it hipster! Those guys wear either a cheap tribley or stingy pork pie (the really dumb ones wear wool knit caps even in the summer--in a place where we had nearly 100 days of 100+ temps this year). Damn though, there are some very cool hats out there.
RAVE: I'm so stoked, my store stomped its sales goals, qualifying me for TWO bonuses in a couple of months. This managing stuff is a lot of work, but I like to work. I like bossing people around. I really like feeling stable. Woohoo!
Rant & Rave Thread Rave: I turn 26 tomorrow. For the first time in forever I'm off work on my birthday. In light of this I am trying my hand at rolling a cross joint a la "Pineapple Express" style for a buddy and myself to smoke at midnight tonight. Should be interesting.
Rant: The wife was supposed to get 3000$ in scholarship this year, but her university changed its policies for 2012 so she's getting nothing. She'll have to work this summer. That sucks because we were supposed to go on a trip from Montreal to California on our bikes from May to August. I've been looking forward to that for more than a year. Rave: I need a challenge to look forward to since I'll be staying here. I'll start adding boxing in my training regimen (already doing BJJ 4-5x/week) in the next weeks with the goal of participating in an amateur MMA fight during the 2013 winter. It scares me a bit, but I'm sure I'll grow immensely from the experience. I'm looking forward to being a little tougher.
[/b]rave[/b]: taking a break from studying tomorrow to meet some friends for lunch, but not just any lunch. It's the $15 all you can eat BBQ buffet. Unlimited ribs, brisket, smoked turkey, smoked sausage, chopped beef, beans, slaw, tater salad, relish tray, soda or tea and soft serve ice cream. That's a feed bag that you can really hurt yourself on. I feel like I need nap just typing that.
Rave: Getting all of the stuff for our new bathroom delivered today. Hopefully, it'll be done by the end of January, along with the guest bedroom. Rant: The delivery is coming at 8:15 AM. My wife waited until 2 AM to inform me of this fact. To say I was (and am) not pleased is an understatement. Need sleep.
Rant: Wife has been sick since we got back from Boston on Monday. Now I'm coming down with whatever she has. Rant: On NYE weekend. Awesome. Rave: 3 day weekend to recover. Rave: Having a client that is a world renowned tea maker when you're sick is great. Sipping on some Dragon Pearl Jasmine tea right now.
RANT: I think I undercooked some of the beef in my morning omelette yesterday. I woke up at 4 AM, feeling what I thought were severe hunger pangs. I made it to the kitchen before I realized it was actually the "you're about to blow chunks everywhere" warning, and thankfully made it to the toilet just in time to spend nearly ten minutes puking and dry-heaving. End the year with a bang and a flush, I guess. Oh, dear online dating: Stop trying to match the skinniest guy in the city up with the fattest women you can find. I don't expect a perfectly fit athlete, but I am so fucking sick of seeing my "Special Matches" section filled with nothing but disgustingly overweight women. You're 200+ pounds, you're not big and beautiful, you're lazy and fucking fat. Mentioning that you "LOVE eating pizza and ice cream even though I know I shouldn't" does not make you cute. It makes you dumb. And fat. Yes, I'm an asshole. I'm also not fat.
Rant: Between crazy schedules and the GF flying out to see her family for the holidays we've barely seen each other the past month and we live together. Rave: Neither of us has work these next four days so we can catch up. Rave: Got myself an ipad and cash money for Christmas. Rant: Every fucking dime of it is going to fixing my car. Fuck being a car owner, this almost makes me want to move back to the city. Rave: After two relatively 'Meh' NYE's in a row we decided to do what we did a couple years ago, stay in, get drunk, fuck like rabbits and pass out before the ball drops. The only difference is instead of Chinese takeout (it's a bitch getting delivery to the farm) we're doing fried chicken, potatoes and green bean casserole.