Rant: jiujitsu spazzes. Just because my belt is further down the rainbow than yours doesn't mean we need to give a historical re-enactment of rampage v arona Rave: hooking the leg. Checkmate bitch
Rant: Working graveyard for the next month starting tomorrow. Rave: Best job on the planet. Rant: People here where I live hate what I do. Rave: Fuck it. Living the dream.
Fucking Rant: Just received a completely unexpected Council Tax demand notice of over £400 per member of my household, to be paid, in legal parlance, "right the fuck now immediately". My monthly average income at the moment is about £1600. Half of that is rent and bills. Of the remainder, once you strip away gym membership, travel costs, food costs and the like, maybe about £150 is left over as "random shit" money. Even if I don't go out for a month or buy a single fucking discounted DVD, how in fuck am I supposed to pay this bullshit? How am I fucking gonna eat? How about you do the normal fucking thing, Islington Council, and bill me in fucking monthly increments like all the rest of the fucking service providers out there? I just got done being a fucking full-time student, I'm not made of fucking money, you stupid fucking assholes. Additional Rant: And on that note, seriously, FUCK all the utilities providers in the greater London area. Fuck you, EDF Energy, for raising your gas prices FUCKING 15% this winter like you're trying to be the fucking villain in some Victorian Christmas carol. I WANT TO BE WARM, YOU FUCKS. And fuck you for billing people an "estimated" monthly amount while only stating so in tiny little print at the end of the bill, only to slam them with an extra 30% on top of that following a meter read. If you bill me for £50, I'M GONNA BUDGET FOR £50, I'm not gonna be expecting a goddamned ninja-charge a couple weeks later. Oh and Thames Water, you can also fuck right off. In what fucking world does billing someone FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR make sense to you? Who the fuck is running your billing department, a fucking rhesus monkey? "Hm yes, water is a relatively cheap utility, what we should do is make it ridiculously fucking burdensome on a household, so rather than charging them a small amount every month, which most salaries will easily be able to pay, let's assrape them by hitting them with a giant fucking bill every year." More Rant: Oh, and also, fuck the British Customs & Immigration Office. As a European Economic Area national residing in the UK, I have the right to live/work/study here indefinitely. But in order to have a formal letter confirming said status issued, despite it being an automatic privilege in my case, I have to fill out a ridi-fucking-diculously over-complicated giant form, attach about 500 documents to it, and send it off to be reviewed where it will get rejected at the case worker's discretion half a dozen times. JUST LOOK AT MY PASSPORT. SEE WHERE IT SAYS "ITALIAN". ACCEPT. MOVE ON. How in fuck am I supposed to attach 5 years' worth of bank statements to my application? WHO KEEPS THOSE? Rave: Rugby season is back on. First opposition I face is going to feel every single one of those rants smashing into their midsection with roughly the force of a battering ram.
RAVE: I'm going to music school here, and a lot of the people I go to school with have sleeve tattoos, long hair, etc. Nothing too shocking there. Anyway, this one guy I know but don't hang out with too much was at the bar tonight, and me, him, and a couple other guys were all sitting at a table. Somehow it never hit me, but this guy looks almost exactly like Skrillex. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skrillex) As such, some guy came up to the table, and in a very serious, awe-struck tone, asked "dude... are you... are you Skrillex?" We all started laughing, and immediately played along with it. I don't think any of us were seriously trying to fuck with the guy right away, but he ate it up and completely believed us. Later in the night he came up and said "man it would really just make my day if I could get one picture with you." At this point I started feeling bad for the guy, but whatever. They took the picture, and I'm sure the guy's put in on facebook by now and has started telling his friends that Skrillex is working on his new secret album in Nelson, BC. But don't tell anybody, seriously, because it's supposed to be super secret.
Rant: It is about Sex, and the spoiler pertains to too much information. Albeit it will probably be a good laugh. Spoiler I recently had sex with the girl that I wrote about previously (the one that I had no clue if she liked me and confused me to hell). Well I am pretty sure I had my first experience with performance anxiety, severely. Our first sexual encounter concluded with me not being able to get it up. The second time was the polar opposite, as I had an orgasm within a minute in the shower. I am currently browsing pre-mature ejaculation websites and plan to do fucking kegels tomorrow. Fuck this shit.
Rave 4 hours of brazilian jiu-jitsu today, a black belt from a big dojo came to my ju-jutsu club today to teach us some things. Rant Nice headache from getting choked so much, and the rest of my body isn't too well either.
Rave: The banner ads on this board make me so happy. They've been rotating between ads for CougarLife, ChristianMingle, and some Russian dating service. Great. Rave: Thank you for the day off, Martin Luther King, Jr. I dedicate tomorrow's sloth to your effort to end racial injustice.
RAVE: Started sorting through my extensive record collection that I have been keeping since I was 15 and I found a lot of gold. One was a 45 picture sleeve of I Wanna Hold Your Hand by the Beatles. I haven't even gotten to my albums yet and I found around 800.00 worth of stuff, not that I'll be selling any of it. Can't wait to get to the 78s and albums though.
Rave: this place cracks me up. Every so often I browse in an odd mood, and end up writing a post baring my soul for the entertainment of strangers. I usually hesitate to do so, wondering if I'm buying myself any trouble down the road by putting private thoughts out into the public domain. After devoting entirely too much time to refining a post on messageboard, these posts inevitably disappear without trace, with perhaps a lone rep point or pm to mark their passing. On the other end of the spectrum, you know what really polarizes the TiB hive mind? The subject that people feel so strongly about that they absolutely must have their say? More divisive than parenting strategies, more culturally significant than the treatment of prisoners; yes, I am of course talking about... Thai food? Y'all are some passionate motherfuckers about your Thai food. Out of 400+ posts, I think the single largest response to anything I've written has been to my post defending Thai food. This is the same post that described England and the English as vastly overrated, yet I even had some of our English members commenting that they were overlooking the racial slurs because Thai food is just that good. I am deeply amused. Also, if you've never had it, thai beef salad is by far the best salad of all time. Of all time!
Rant: Apparently, I've been doing the friends with benefits thing wrong for years. You're not ACTUALLY supposed to be friends with them? I wish I was being sarcastic when I say this. All my FWB and I have always been very good friends, with one simple rule, which was if any emotional attachment in regards to romantic feelings were concerned, you had the choice to end it straight up, no questions asked, OR, talk to each other and discuss the possibility of it becomming more than a FWB relationship, but understanding that the other people has the right to say no, etc etc etc. It's always worked for me. So, why was I never told that this isn't how it works? You're not meant to hang out with your FWB, or have them over for dinner and gaming and shit. Wtf? You're not ACTUALLY supposed to have a conversation with them? How would it work then? Person A: Come fuck me. Person B: Okay. Then they get together, have sex and part ways? Someone needs to write me an explanation book for this.
Rave: Won the suicide pool at work. By 1/2pt. It's better to be lucky than good. Rant: Apparently, the mothball like smell I chalked up to the breaking out of winter clothes for our recent cold snap has actually turned out to be my coworkers new perfume. Thank God she wears a lot of it!
Rant: http://www.thestar.com/business/article/1116209--tim-hortons-supersizes-its-coffee-cups?bn=1 It should be fucking illegal to mess with people's morning coffee like this.
Rant: And away we go. Watch the layoff wheel spin. Where it'll stop, nobody knows! Rave: Avoiding the ax so far.
Rave I just found out that the Ex is getting married...it's been barely over a year since the commencement of hostilities - Boolit dodged.
Rave: I made a huge batch of my special hummus and pita bread last night. I had a bunch of friends over last night for poker and they all ate it up super fast. My favorite quote of the night, "If you cook like this all the time, I'd marry the shit out of you too."
Rant: I need an axle for my car. Wish that could have happened about 2 months ago when it was warm enough outside to fix it without dressing up like it's an Arctic expedition.
Rave: Back to class tomorrow! Rant: I had a thought last night: I've spent the better part of the last 20 months dissecting cadavers. I'll never again spend an afternoon wrist-deep in Cadaver Goodness. I'm gonna miss it. Rave: Spending this semester digging through brains. Not as fun, but it'll do.