Weirded out Rant: Just had some random person contact me via some free sms text app. It's 11:30 pm PST. I Asked who it was, they wouldn't answer, I told them nothing in return. Exchange lasted for 6 text messages, they knew my name. I found what service they were using and sent a '#Stop' kill command to the service. Still... My gut tells me it's someone I know. I've dated the four horsemen of crazy. I'm sure anyone on this board who has worked in a bar for more than a few years knows where I'm coming from. I can think of a few ghosts of pussy past who would pull something like this. It still weirds me out. I've never told the current g/f about anything from my days in college. There's no point or positive end in airing that sorta shit. Still, the last thing I need right now is someone sending me texts at late hours of the night.
Rant: My sister is having her engagement party this Saturday and relatives have already begun arriving at my house. I have also been given a shitload household tasks to accomplish before the party which is really bringing work on my thesis and job hunting (and TiB'ing) to a halt. Just a few more days. Rave: The girlfriend and I finally had our first real disagreement. I was afraid of how this would go, but she was just fine at it and has the exact same approach to these things as I do: take a breather, gather your thoughts, then talk it out. It's great because I really can't deal with or respect people who lose their temper or start screaming or shouting. I'm glad I know how disagreements will be worked out in the future, it was one of my last real concerns about her. Rant/Rave/WTF? I haven't been visiting the site as much recently and tonight I noticed the TiBer thread in the permanent section. How the fuck did this happen and 10 pages already? Man-ass shots? I'm so confused.
Rave: Spoke to HBO's Larry Merchant yesterday and got his thoughts on the controversial Pacquiao-Bradley finish. Put together an article on it and it has already gotten a ton of hits. It is just cool to be able to pick up a phone and call someone whom I grew up watching call fights and whom I have always had a ton of respect for. I love my job.
Rant: Damn cockblocking phone. ::send a flirty text to a girl:: *message failed to send, retry?* ::retry:: *message failed to send, retry?* ::retry:: *message failed to send, retry?* ::retry:: *message failed to send, retry?* ::retry:: *message failed to send, retry?* ::retry:: girl texts back: Why did you send that to me five times? I WAS LIED TO BY THIS DEVIL MACHINE!
Rant: My grandmother in surgery, my mother and I are both in tears because she looks so frail, afraid and weak (my grandmother was described by her best friend as "Tough as a coffin nail"). My father has a virus and is utterly helpless. These two people are an hour's drive apart and require constant attention. My Goddamned sister is at home on my PS3 as worthless as can be. Rant #2: You ever have abrupt, violent diarrhea in a poorly-designed closet of a library bathroom? While the library is filled with students from "Nice Ass University"? I just did, and from all indications, it's only round 1 of a title bout. Rave: At least the 2 hour job interview went well, and offers keep coming in from Brazil.
My life has been rather hectic as of late. Various Rants and Raves: My Grandmother passed away last Monday, this weekend was the funeral, there was a huge family celebration, and it was absolutely beautiful and awesome and everything she would have wanted. I hesitate to call this a rant, because of how great everything was. We just found out that there is a good possibility that my father has prostate Cancer. We will find out from more test results next week. Keep my family in your thoughts and prayers please. My girlfriend and I decided that we were gonna do the New York City thing for a few years. Initially the plan was that we would be there for ~ a year, but now its looking like 3-4-5 might be what we actually do. Here is to hoping that we can make it. I'm excited, but nervous as hell. The tennis program that I am in charge of begins next week. I will be the boss of my best friend, my older brother, my middle brother's girlfriend, and a number of other people. There will also be around 200 kids that I am in charge of (albeit for short periods at a time). I am so excited though, this program is a blast. (A lawyer in my town passed away a few years ago and left $800,000 for a program to start in which no child grows up without the ability to play tennis. It is completely free to the public, and all of the kids get free T-shirts, and have a good time. I got into this because my dad is the college tennis coach in our town. All in all, it is a great program. We even cater to special needs children, and other times throughout the year run Special Olympics. This makes me feel like less of an awful human being.) My tattoo is almost healed as well, I'll throw up a better picture in a day or two. It no longer looks red as Hell, and is much milder than I expected, thank God. The color worried me for a little bit. It is rather weird to have such a huge piece of my back now covered by a tattoo. Takes some getting used to. Life isn't so bad I suppose. Also I have you idiots to keep me entertained. Thanks.
Rant: I have encountered white people with southern accents at two locations in this place: McDonald's and Molly's Smokehouse. I guess the smokehouse is hiring.... Edited to rant It pisses me off that I can't control my accent. It isn't a huge accent, just a small twang, but when I get nervous is gets worse.
Rant: Thanks to Aetius and the last two pages of the TiBer thread, everytime I log on I'm afraid to see I have a PM.
Rant? Rave? Ive been flirting with two of the girls at the hostel here. Theres a third girl who Im actually almost friends with. I have been extremely well behaved with her as she has a boyfriend and just idle chat can sometimes be misconstrued. She just sent me ´Informação: quando se deseja beijo, é no rosto.´ Which, as best I can translate, is: Information: when you want to kiss is on my face. Anyone with a better command of Portugese want to help me out here? Am I horribly mistranslating something here? Edit: I realize this sounds like e-bragging, but I am concerned here. I have to see this woman, and her friends, every day for the next 4 days. I need to gracefully extricate myself from the situation, if there is actually a situation to be extricated from, and Im not just misreading something like ´here is how to ask (someone else) for a kiss on the mouth´.
Rave: spending my day off with Elephant in the Room by Patrice O'Neal and Long Story Short by Colin Quinn. All I need now is Raw Nerve by Nick DiPaolo to complete my "Tough Crowd Tuesday" triple play. If you're a fan of world history, you'll love Long Story Short. I highly recommend it.
A big, big thank you to Pussy Galore and Katokoch for their help in translating. Turns out she was effectively saying that I should kiss her goodbye, but on the cheeks rather than the mouth. Gee, good thing there's no way that could have gone wrong. Yesterday I was introduced to two men and they actually gave me a napkin with their room number on it. My nerves are starting to fray from trying to navigate situations I don't understand. Booze and coke should help right?
Motherfuck! A couple weeks ago I had a mole removed from my stomach. It was a little too large for the dermatologist to remove so they had me go to a plastic surgeon to do the work. I paid a $30 copay for the dermatologist to say they couldn't do it without leaving a scar. Then I paid a $30 copay to have the plastic surgeon spend 5 minutes looking at it and telling me it'll take 20 minutes to do. A few weeks later I end up going to a local surgery center where he does all his procedures. I was told beforehand that my out of pocket would be $300 total for the procedure from the surgery center. Procedure took 15 minutes. Stupidly simple. He cut it out, sewed it up and the assistant spread a shit ton of a glue type liquid bandage. I'm sent on my way. Well, I got an EOB in the mail with a nice little total of $450 from the surgeons office. This is on top of the $300 for the surgery center. And, to add insult to injury, I have another $150 deductible charge coming from the pathology lab who looked at the mole. Thankfully it's nothing but a large benign mole. Still extremely pissed about a total out of pocket of $960 instead of the $360 that I thought. Motherfuckers!!!! It's not a destructive amount by any means and it'll come out of our emergency fund but every time I seem to get that back up to a good amount, something like this happens. I really wish I was at least told the total costs. I would have just been out $30 from the dermatologist copay and had a 1" scar on my stomach. I would have taken the stupid fucking scar.
RANTS: - Waking up at 3:15 am to catch the first flight on my way back to Vancouver. - The Phoenix airport. Holy fuck was it crowded and shitty. AND, at least half of the TSA agents looked exactly like the ones from South Park. Spoiler RAVES: - Getting home in the early afternoon. I'll probably go to bed at 8 tonight, but still. - My bag was on the wrong carousel, but it's a black and bright yellow sports bag from the swim club I was in 11 years ago (that somehow never wears out, ever). If it wasn't so easy to spot I probably would have wasted a lot of time trying to figure out where the fuck it was. - Canadian money is way cooler than American money.
Rant Boss is out of town, leaving me with a shit storm of work to get done. When my proposal for full time work was turned down, I decided to go back to school. Lucky for me it's only part time this summer, but I'm going to be trying to coordinate an engine change on one of our Lear Jets from. . . class? I guess? Once I'm out I'll be babysitting a few guys for a few days who will be doing the actual engine change. Should be fun.
Rant: I haven't even had my iPod for 6 months and it already shit the bed. I put it in my pocket, cooked dinner, took it out of my pocket to turn it off and the screen was black, none of the buttons functioned, and plugged in my laptop can't detect it. Fuck.
Rant Visited my grandmother last Sunday for a little bit in her new nursing home. We brought her a cake for her birthday, although she hadn't the slightest clue of what the hell was going on because of the Alzheimer's. She was diagnosed with it for several years now, but after seeing her that day I realize how much life it sucks out of a person. I feel a bit guilty for not seeing her as much as I should. Rant Nursing homes. Jesus what sad, depressing places. I give props to the nursing staff who have the strength and mental toughness that work there. Rave Found a cheap pair of cleats for softball next month. Probably going to head back to that place for some new golf clubs hopefully.
RANT Things not going to work out with the work girl for now. We both have feelings there, but it's poor timing on a few levels. She's a lot of fun and I do care for her, so hopefully something can work out later. I've actually taken this a bit harder than I thought. RAVE A girl I haven't hung around with for a couple of weeks will be coming around sometime next week. We both know what the other wants from this, so things should hopefully be casual and simple.
Rave: Just found a hidden stash of money I forgot about. Hooray! I'm not as broke as I thought I was! Rant: Still kind of broke!