Rave: The Guy called last night. He's officially started BCT. BCT is not hard. BCT is nothing more than glorified summer camp that's an inconvenience while you're working to learn the basic concepts of soldierization...but it's a definite inconvenience. Which leads me to my rant... Rant: Last time The Guy left it was mayhem. He just broke for awhile there in a way that I never predicted and he certainly can't totally explain. And I was a mess. I was a mess because everything was so up in the air and so not right. I'm not a mess this time, because we're us and that's cool and we're both working to make our us better. But... It's damned uncomfortable being away from him. Physically, mentally, and emotionally uncomfortable. It's like a pebble in my shoe. It's not dangerous or anything necessarily, it's just uncomfortable. I don't like it. I'm ready for Memorial Day.
Rant: Damn you, white people, for your need to purchase an iPad at 8 in the morning. You are the reason why I have to wake up at 5AM and have to work a 16 hour day -- but: Rave: You are the reason why I have a job. Thanks for hiring articulate black dudes like myself to sell you shit you don't need as well as providing my company an excuse to pay me double overtime. Get money.
Rant: These office walls are too thin. Rant: People that use webcams instead of babysitters to babysit their *kids. Rant: People that loudly discipline their kids over said webcam program. *The oldest kid(16) is supposed to be doing the babysitting but apparently he sucks at it.
Rant: Worst week I have had in a really long time. I haven't felt this stressed in six years. Rave: Flowers were sent to me. They made me smile, and feel a little better. Unsure: They were sent from the bestfriend. He didn't even send me flowers when were dating, so what the hell? They weren't red, so I am going to take this as a nice, friendly, gesture. Right?
Rave: Discovered how easy it is to self-publish on Amazon, and 70% commission sounds awesome, actually. I think I'm going to put something together and see if I can finagle a little money on the side. Rave: Been going for about 3 days now, enjoying myself a hell of a lot. Might be the way to go. Rant: Using my phone as a router was great while I was getting 4G reception, but as of yesterday I seem to have lost it. Fuck. Helloooo crappy almost unusable internet.
Re: Rant & Rave Thread RANT: old lady just got scammed on craigslist, sent out a touchpad without receiving payment first, fucking women.
Rant: Sitting in Charlotte-Douglas International airport. Just found my flight has been delayed. They are saying it shouldn't take more than 20-30 mins, but I know better than to trust what they say about any flight going into Newark.
Rant: I'm having an increasingly hard time convincing myself that this night shift gig is worth the trouble. It fucks with my body and sleep schedule so much that I spend half the week in sort of a zombie mode where my body doesn't know what to do. This combined with the shit pay and the anxiety that it gives me because I don't feel like I'm anywhere near adequately trained to be put in anything resembling a life or death situation leads me to believe that I would be better off not doing it at all. Rant: It's embarrassing how much I actually do need the money. And it's not like I can quit and leave them in a bind, so I better just go back to bed and hope I can get a couple hours of sleep. Rave: Should only be an 8 hour shift.
RAVE: Finally getting satellite TV. I'll finally get to see some soccer, and maybe the next football season if I am still here. RANT: I had to pay for the satellite box. There goes some more of my savings. Fuck.
Man, I hate having to pay for things. Especially if I'm paying to watch soccer. RANT: My balls need to be sucked. Preferably by the assholes in charge of financial aid requirement in the United States. You hear me? Suck my balls and fuck yourselves, and I hope your mothers die in a fire for bringing you into this world. I was told by the school that because my parents refuse to give me their financial info, and because I've been independent for three years, I can be qualified as a dependent student (as in, dependent on aid, as I understand it). It took me three visits to the financial aid office to be told that unless my parents 1)Die 2)Go to jail or 3)Leave the country, I can not fill out a dependency override, which is what I was told to do over the phone by the school. I don't expect to go to school for free. I don't expect to pay 10% of all costs and have a ton of extra money to buy whatever I want. I would however appreciate it if there was some type of common sense in the structuring of the financial aid system. I pay for my cell phone, insurance, rent, gas, utilities, and food. If my parents both died this instant, despite me being devastated and traumatized, it would have absolutely no effect whatsoever on my income or expenses. The idea that these facts are completely ignored in favor of my age when deciding my dependency status would be laughable if it wasn't so damned asinine. So please, you assholes, rewrite the fucking rules so that I have options beyond working two full-time jobs while attending school or waiting until I'm 25 to start classes. Or at least reverse time and let me be born with a twat so I can have irresponsible sex, get knocked up, and get everything for fucking free in exchange for bringing a child into this world that I have no means of supporting. RANT: Spiders. Listen up. The weather is warming up. Go outside and do your thing out there. Enough with creeping up the wall while I'm eating, or sitting on the bathroom wall so I see you in the mirror and spray piss all over the place in surprise. Quit surprising me, and in return I'll stop killing you when you do. Cool? Cool.
Rave: In Cleveland celebrating St. Patty's with cousins I haven't seen in a long time. Rant: Had Philly cheesesteaks for dinner. As my grandpa was eating his, a scab fell off his face into his sandwich, which he continued to eat without noticing. I said nothing and I might vomit just thinking about it.
We'll see: The Canucks have been sucking ass lately, and whether or not they can start to come out of their slump against the worst team in the league tonight will decide if I get happy drunk or angry drunk.
shit. fuck. and god damn. i will explain when .....im more sober and less drunk ......stupid egos grow up your 27 and married ....fuck im irrationaly mad and can't spell and very drunk
Rave: Officially down net 10 pounds since I got serious about my nutrition and fitness 5 weeks ago. It's a bit quick, but I am eating what I want within reason, but have watched the drinking and the processed products. Post vacation I am going to tackle TheWhole30 (<a class="postlink" href="http://whole9life.com/2012/01/whole-30-v2012/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://whole9life.com/2012/01/whole-30-v2012/</a>). Speaking of which . . . Rave: 4 days from now I will in flight to Hawaii! and after that . . . Rave: I am turning in my notice at my current job and making a big move over to a start up. It's terrifying and exciting at the same time, but after 7.5 years I think the timing is right to take a bit of a risk on myself and my former boss.
Rave: About to be moving into a new place with my best friend and getting the fuck out of my parent's house, where I've been getting my shit together for a few months. It was horrible. I do not have sufficient mastery of the English language to describe the life sucking, soul withering black hole that has been this experience. Rave: I will have a reliable internet connection in said new place. This means I will be able to get my giggles from you Idiots again. Do you know what it's like to have to limit your internet usage to things like online banking and other such bare necessities? First world problem, I know, but damn. I've been at a loss without my daily perusal of TIB, The Chive, Cracked, etc. Super Mega Rave: I've finally found a good relationship with relationships. All of a sudden, the switch in my head flipped. I know exactly what I want, I am getting it, and I'm loving it. It's very different from what I used to think I wanted (which was pretty much what society tells us we should want). Now my emotional needs are met, my physical needs are met, and my need to have my own space and just be me is being met. For once I'm not trying to re-invent my life around someone else and I'm comfy with just being by myself. It's about damn time.
Rave: Prometheus full trailer released. I am erect. http://www.slashfilm.com/prometheus-full-theatrical-trailer/#more-123279
RANT: April must be "cut me open" month. Two surgeries under general anaesthetic next month - a muscle biopsy on my left quadriceps for lab testing and cartilage repair/possible bone reshaping on both hips. RAVE: Good drugs, here I come.
Rant. Unbefuckinglievable. How can every single Inca Trail permit for every day in June be sold out already? Fuck me. That really puts a dampener on my trip. Guess my only hope is for some corruption I can exploit. Fuck.
RANT/RAVE: I didn't get the memo about March Madness this year...it's golf scores this time around, right? God I love college hoops...this is the best year yet for basketball and the worst year yet for my wallet.
Rant: No seriously...I hate waking up at 0530 a.m., but I LOVE my job. Why is loving my job a rant? It's not. And even, waking up early doesn't suck too badly, because it's my job, and I do love it. I do not, however, love when people decide to do the Mr. Kool-Aid OH YEAHHHH through a six foot by eight foot quarter inch thick glass wall and explode blood every where. That is not fun. I have...massive amounts of glass and tissue to clean up... Fuck. I am going to drink while I do this. fucking hell. edit: I have no construction bags, and the goddamn blood has congealed on the floor, so the glass is sticking. Mother. Fucker. Edit again... seriously. WHO DOES THIS...He had to run up stairs and go SIDEWAYS to make this happen. This glass is THICK. How...I...what? I'm waiting on someone to get here because there are large shards of glass dangling. Goddammit.