So, everyone who's ever been to Tasmania/Lived in Tasmania knows exactly how ridiculous this rant is, but I don't care. I fucking HATE the cold. Loathe it. Want it gone. Away. Far, far away. Somewhere I'm not. There's something horrible about wearing a woollen jacket, beanie, gloves and scarf INSIDE while the heater is on. 2.9 degrees is NOT an acceptable temperature for anywhere I am. Self-indulgent rant over.
Rave! He's back! I had an epiphany at 3am and found him in the maintenance closet of our building. I didn't even know we have a maintenance closet, but there he was. I still don't know how he could've gotten out without anyone noticing, or how he wound up down there or in there, but I've come up with a story where I'm blaming the Super.
Rant: There was a power outage in the subway on my way to work today, so I was stuck in the subway for an hour and then had to make an emergency exit and walk twenty blocks to work, arriving an hour late. It has been an awesome 24 hours. Rant: I have posted so much in this thread in the past day. Rave: It was really sweet how so many people from here were concerned about my cat for me.
Rant: Just found out that singer of "Call Me Maybe" is 27. There goes the theory that horribly catchy pop tunes were limited to teenagers.
RANT: I'm throwing myself a fucking pity party. Missed out on one of the best weekends in Atlantic City this weekend not only becaue of my gimp status but also because my insurance company is dragging its feet in paying my my lost wages. It's been almost six months. They owe me thousands at this point. My phone broke, my computer broke, my tv broke, and I owe my car payment all this week. It's insanity. Luckily I have amazing parents who are willing to help out but there is no joy in asking my mother for a couple hundred here and there. I feel like I'm a teenager getting an allowance. On top of it, I am supposed to be in Portsmouth tonight for my five-night Phish run and I completely missed out on one of the best shows they've played thus far. Missing friends I haven't seen in ages, missing dancing and laughing, missing just having fun and being carefree. This gimp shit fucking sucks. Seriously. RANT: On top of it, I instinctively crawled on my bed as I was making it two nights ago and the pain that radiated from kneeling on my knees was unreal. I swear I heard my knee crackle and pop again. So while I'm good to have sex again, it's missionary city for this chick. EH: At least the whatever and I are kind of on speaking terms again. Slowly. POSSIBLE RAVE: Banged one of my old friends for the first time last weekend. Took me completely by surprise. Holeeeeeeey shit was it good. A ten year flirtation, thirty minutes into randomly meeting up in the bar, one shot, one beer, and "so you're finally single now, let's do this" was all it took. Quite possibly some of the best sex I've ever had and all done on my back. Not too shabby. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that this turns into a nice little summer fun fling. Lord knows the only way to get over someone is to get under someone else. True story. And while I know how lucky I am and am truly grateful for everything and everyone I have, tonight I say fuck it. I'm going back to my pity party and changing my name to Polly Pissypants tonight.
Rant: It needs to be 4 PM fast. I am so deathly hungover, all I can think about is how not to throw up all over my keyboard. Rave: Quiet Tuesday night patio beers turned into a drunken mess with five random strangers and a co-worker in down-town Toronto.
Rant: You know those days where you just wake up angry? I don't even know what it is. I had a good night last night, woke up early and for no reason I just want to put my fist through a wall.
Rant: My old hotmail account got hacked and I inadvertently sent a bunch of "click this link and make major money FAST FAST FAST!" emails to an old contact list. That in itself is not a rant. My rant is how many people emailed me back saying "[Angel], this sounds awesome! Is this for real??". It's sad to finally realize how many of my friends are stupid. Rave: Strawberry day at work! Someone brought in a few flats, the admin ladies cut 'em up, and I just polished off a tasty breakfast of fresh berries and cream. Oh happy day! Neither Rant nor Rave: For everyone who's having a bad day, who's feeling a bit pissy, who wants to jump down another person's throat, take a minute, and look at this:
Rant: So. hot. Rave: Work smart, not hard. We started at 8:30 this morning rather than 11 like we normally do and were finished working down on the water before it got worse. Even still, I drank two 20oz. gatorades and two bottles of water, and haven't peed yet. I was sweating so hard it felt like someone had a hose over my head.
Rant: Fucking service fee's when buying concert tickets. It's not fun paying an extra $60 when I'm already paying almost $600 for tickets.
RANT: You know what would be fantastic? If the moment I have to go pee because I've already gone through a liter of coffee, the restroom didn't suddenly fill up with conversationalists. I'd like to pee in relative silence, thank you. RAVE: Quality control partner is as lazy as I am, which means I don't feel bad about waiting to do my share of the homework the night before it's due. Also doesn't remember our awful first meeting at a beer festival last month because he was schmammered. That's going to make the rest of this semester so much more bearable.
Rave: I spent last night helping a buddy do some testing and troubleshooting with his new gun design that is nearly complete. Of course I love doing stuff like that. It also meant I get to see (and use) 3D printed prototype parts, which is super cool technology. Rave: For at least one day, my sales did a 180. I got a verbal agreement for a demo with a big hospital network and also heard the contract is almost signed for a software partnership deal that I initiated. If it goes through it'll be my first one to go to a signed contract. Can't get much better than that. Rant: I'm not out of this slump mentally. Gotta keep dialing like hell if I want to put up any numbers.
Rave: Overheard walking by Nick's Uptown (bar with patio), chick with thick British accent edited for your understanding: "You fucking Americans are obsessed with Adele, she's fat like you guys are. Fucking Sow. (sp?) She has to sing about being dumped, its that or singing about muffins and cupcakes!" I found that hilarious.
Basketball timeeeee Rave: Halted a 3 game losing streak in one league by beating a previously undefeated team. After going 3-21 from deep to start the season, I went 5-7. I'm going to choose to believe that it's because we were in a slightly nicer gym and I'm just fancy. Also, I got away with a pretty blatant push for an offensive rebound before putting it back in. Made me feel like Lebron... Rant: Falling apart a little bit. Think I might have pulled something in my thigh on Monday night, and even though it held up fine tonight, managed to have a collision and some blood anyway. Swollen lip, here I come! Rave: There's something kinda fun about being injured only a little bit. It's like turning up the difficulty setting on a game, and part of me feels like I might even play better at like 80% because I make better decisions and slow down and see the floor. Rant: Mouth injuries are annoying, for lots of reasons. Here's hoping it's fine tomorrow.
Rave: Going to NYC with the guy at the end of the semester. Stoked to have some fun and see my brother and best friend.
Rave: Initial goal weight achieved! I now am light enough to have Anderson Silva kick my ass at his traditional weight class instead of light heavyweight. I have an eye towards trying to make welterweight, but if I get under 180 I think I would be content there (then I start the process of getting back to 190-195 of the appropriate composition.)