Rant: Because of the accident Monday morning, I had to come in today at 545. I'm exhausted. There is no way I could do early classes like that 5 days a week, not and keeping my long daytime hours. Ugh. I am about to fall over. Bigger Rant: Mail from SC to TX is about as slow as it can get. Snail mail is apt.
Rant: I recently exchanged a few messages with a girl on OkCupid. I had looked at her profile and didn't message her, but she ended up sending me a message. I replied, we exchanged a few more, and I really thought that we were hitting it off. She even told me her real first name (it's a unique one) in the last message that she sent me. The last message I sent her was 3 weeks ago and it was the one where I asked her out, and not only has she not replied to it, she hasn't even logged into the website since 2 days before I sent it! She did change her status from "single" to "seeing someone" right after I replied to the first message that she sent me, so maybe she is seeing someone else right now and just messaged me for the hell of it. I know that I should be used to things like this happening with girls but I still can't help but ask "wtf!?" Rave: I started going back to the gym and have been sticking with it. I feel so much better in every way and it has even helped my production numbers at work. I got to lead our weekly team meeting yesterday and I don't think that it could have gone better.
Rant: I emailed the wrong document to someone. First time I can remember making that mistake. The universe usually gives me time-released capsules of imbecility and I avoid major fuck-ups. If I didn't completely screw the pooch it should be on my work computer. The even shittier part is I had the day off tomorrow. At best I show up and shoot out an email. At worst I end up doing 2 hours worth of work all over again. Rave: Applied for a job where I am actually somewhat confident about at least getting an interview. Rant: The job is so low level that I am unsure that it would allow me to make a living.
Rant: My buddy is downstairs in my guest room laying down uselessly because he's apparently drunk. I say 'apparently' because I have a hard time believing that a guy his size could get drunk from the little alcohol (of mine) he's consumed, even if he's not a regular drinker. I can't believe someone could be such a lightweight, and for that reason he has my contempt right now. Update: He's puking now. He couldn't have had more than five shots over the course of 3 hours. Embarrassing. Rave: Done with my preparations for tomorrow's game! Rant: Way to buzzkill, Tartan High School. Minnesota teen can't bring porn star to prom.
Rant: After almost doubling my sales calls for this month compared to February, I've got 1/3 the actual sales to show for it so far. What the fuck?? Staying positive and relaxed (confident) is what I have to do, but that is one hell of a challenge for me when the pressure is continually building and I can't get my mind off my shortcomings. Rave: I went shooting for the first time in too long last night and all of my new stuff is working perfectly (I've got a year and a half of work sunk into a rifle that was tested for the first time last night). No drastic issues. Big relief. Now it's time to tune the sucker up and have a competitive rifle for this summer.
Rave: Surfing today on my brand new surf board. Good times with good friends. Rant: Frustrated about everything else in my life. Gah.
Rant: Had to get a minor surgery yesterday, thought I was going to have no recovery time at all, and then they tell me I can't have sex for six weeks. SIX WEEKS. This is some bullshit.
Rant: People who chew with their fucking mouths open. Not quite every bite, but the first few chomps on whatever they've just put into their mouths. I have to listen to this grossness every day, and all I want to do is scream, "WHO FUCKING RAISED YOU?!"
Rave: Finally we are going to have some nice, warm weather without 20-30 mph winds. You better believe I'm going to be doing some Patio drinking tomorrow.
Background: my whole life, I've wanted to do something professional related to skiing. When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a ski racer... but living in SoCal and getting to go skiing a week a year sort of hampered that goal. Then I thought maybe I should take a year off after college to be a ski instructor... but lacked the balls to actually do it. Oh, and I am a good skier. Better or worse depending on the kind of shape I'm in that year, but I have it down. My sister has been on the National Ski Patrol (volunteer, Nats are used as supplemental patrol on weekends/holidays, but do all the stuff the pros do except for avalanche control) for 7 years. She's younger than me, started out a worse (but still quite good) skier, is more squeamish than I am... and she fought her way into it and is rocking it out like a total badass. In recent years, given that I am no longer in a 9-5 job, she's been trying to convince me to join her. In the grand tradition of "before" stories, I have always thought I'd never be good enough. Well, I finally decided to find out. I signed up for a women's ski clinic this week, threw myself headfirst into the advanced group that just so happened to have an instructor who is the saltiest 60 year old woman I've ever met and was a professional patroller for over 20 years, and... RAVE: "Oh yeah, you can ski better than 2/3 of the Nats. You're ready." RANT: My skis are 11 years old: skinny and 178's a.k.a. way too freaking long for me. My boots are shitty middle of the road, also 11 years old. This means money I have to spend, and before the sweet pro discount you get as a ski patroller. RAVE: New gear! Have already demoed Nordica Jet Fuels and fell in love, but I need something fatter for the off piste, I sank like a stone in the heavy Sierra Cement we enjoyed this week. More demoing is required. Too bad so sad... heh. RANT: Once again, my old nemesis and I meet again: trying to convince macho ski shop dudes that I am actually a good skier and they should put me on the high performance stuff. When I asked for the Jet Fuels in the demo shop this week, dude handed me the Conquers (the less-stiff lady version). DUDE. Really? I may be cute and blonde, but I ski everything on the mountain and I've been doing it on my 11 year old Volkl Vertigo G40's, some of the stiffest non-racing skis they made at that time. I think I can handle it.
Rant: Mother in law had old baby clothes that she wanted to give us. My wife and I went to go through it. Mind you, this is old, worn baby clothes from 1984. My wife hated most of it, but we ended up with a bag full of "appeasement" clothes that we have to dress our kid in when we take her over there. I am so fucking sick of doing stupid shit to appease that woman, like dressing our baby like it is the winter 1984 when it is actually the fucking spring of 2012. But no, we have to dress our kid in this stupid shit so my mother-in-law doesn't lose her fucking mind. For example, when my wife would try to explain that the Easter outfit designed to be worn by a 6 month old baby wouldn't work for our newborn at Easter, as it would be too big, she just didn't get it. Then the M-i-L says "She can wear it next year!" Well, next year, she will be a year old at Easter, and too big for that dress. There is no reason for us to take it. No matter how many times we say "Seriously, there is no reason for us to take this. It'll be to big this Easter and too small next Easter." Of course, my wife ended up taking it, so our daughter will be wearing an Easter dress in god damned November. Awesome. Rave: Only a few days left til the kid is born (hopefully).
Rave: Signed the lease for my 2br/2bath 1100sqft 2nd floor apartment that overlooks woods and a pond. I'll be living on my own for the next few months... Rave: My agent was pretty cute, my age, semi-interesting, and had some nice boobs. I think I'll take a swing at her. Rave: 17 events left until I hit the fleet. After next week, it'll only be 11.
RAVE: Me and my sister managed to pull off coordinating from NC an 80th birthday bash in NY for our mom without her having the slightest clue what was going on. RANT: NY sucks and I can't wait to go back home. How the fuck did I live on LI for most of my life? The drivers are amazingly aggressive and everyone has a nasty, rotten attitude. You can actually see the coarseness in the faces of the people. Even the kids. Fuck NY really.
Rave: It's a beautiful sunny day here. Would I like to go to the lake with some hot girls? Yes, yes I would.
Rant: I'm on hour 20 of being awake after basically sleeping for only hour last night between six and seven. This shit can't be healthy at all. Rant: I just got done from judging/helping facilitate a speech competition. I wrote a the topics for extemporaneous public speaking and those were all foreign and domestic policy based, so that's what I was expecting to judge. Instead I got 15-20 minute monologues performed by teenage girls mostly about some form of sexual assault. Actual quote from said event: Spoiler "And so I cut myself on my breasts and thighs 76 times like a prisoner counting down the days.....But these....were for each time he raped me."
Rant: F'ing plantar fasciitis. Flared up after work yesterday, so I relaxed in bed right after dinner and could barely stand on it when I got up this morning. Dammit this is painful. I gotta find my night brace. Rave: Crocs has made a pair of toms with their orthotic insole. In a size 15. Rant: Backordered until 4/4.
RANT My English Mastiff, who just turned 6 this week, passed away today. He literally crashed, he became ill last night and was dead by noon today. I am still speechless. RIP Tank