Rant: http://www.edmontonsun.com/2012/09/14/edmonton-zero-teach-lynden-dorval-officially-fired "The Ross Sheppard physics teacher — suspended last spring after he gave a student a zero for not handing in an assignment — now plans to seek legal council and file an appeal." Seriously what the fuck is this world coming too. And people wounder why the youth now have entitlement issues. Everything is giving to them for along as they can remember, and they can do no wrong.
Rave!Tonight, I get to see Rush at the United Center. I wonder what kind of people I'll see. Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise? New World Men? Priests of Syrinx? Philosophers and Plowmen? Cinderella Men? Analog Kids? Digital Men? Regardless, I'm sure it'll be an amazing show.
Rant? Rave? A friend mentioned that she's seeing the school counselor because she feels really overwhelmed and stressed (we get 12 free sessions). She said that when she told the counselor what program she was in, C responded with, "Oh, yeah. Lemme guess: you're in semester X? About half of your class is seeing me right now. This is your worst semester, hands down. Every year I get about 20 of you in here on the verge of a nervous breakdown over it." TL,DR: Most of my class is on the brink of losing their shit. Hope I'm in the bathroom when shit hits the fan and something bad happens. Bright side: I am not alone in my constant state of anxiety and quasi-denial. And, the faculty hasn't called me in to tell me that I need counseling. Yet.
Rant: Bartenter girl told me that it just wasn't going to work out between us, as I'm "too nice" and "boring" and "just not the right guy." Completely blindsided me with it, too. Cruising along, doing well, thinking I had a chance. No, she was just stringing me along. I don't know what to do or say or think. I ended up saying "ok, have a good night," went back to my room, and cried. Why did I even try?
Rave Thought the thing I had going with a new FWB had run its course after some stupid drama two weeks ago. All settled, we are back in business.
Rave: Just completed my first cricket training session for the year, ankle held up ok and hit the ball as good as I have in five years. Rant: Tomorrow I'm going to pull up massively sore.
Rant: Tore half of my toenail off while walking the dogs. Rant: After getting back tonight, they are chock full of energy, late night trying to tire them out so they can sleep. Rant: We lost to ND. We played awful all around. O couldn't get any good plays, D couldn't cover them, spec teams never had a chance to return anything...just awful. Rant: I have the worst luck with women, terrible timing...always.
Rave My sister just got married to an amazing guy at A-Basin in Colorado. The wedding and the reception were at a ski lodge at 11500ft in elevation. The scenery and everything was stunning. Rant The wedding was at 11500ft! That's some real elevation. Part of the time I was nauseous on the verge of throwing up. All the time I had no appetite and a nice throbbing headache. Maybe in the future the wedding can be at the lodge and the reception some place lower so that people aren't exposed to that high altitude for the better part of 6 hours.
RAVE: Spent yesterday working a local restaurant association "Taste of..." event. We brought about 30 more racks of ribs than needed, so we all ended up munching on those all day. Even better were the spicy fish tacos (from my shitty old job, of course) and Ritter's ice cream. Basically got paid for ten hours of covertly dipping while handing people food and having fun.
Rant: I need to stop planning for my not-so-eventual lottery win. It's not gonna happen, but I've searched out and planned so much it hurts. I would do this so hard up as an Ecto-1. And that's the start of it, notwhistanding purcahsing a 1990 FLSTF Fatboy Harley Davidson so I could pretend to be Terminatior 2...
Rave: I had a non-stop day starting at 6:15 am, and the entire afternoon was spent in the kitchen. Since the restoration begins tomorrow and that's where they're starting, we don't know how much we'll be able to use it, so I spent the afternoon making 12 eggplant stuffed peppers, a pot of curried eggplant, mango chicken stir fry for dinner, and containers of papaya juice and ginger as well as carrot and kale juice. The rave is that I was on my feet the whole time (preceded by grocery shopping at Sprouts and Costco) without my hip or lumbar region of my back giving out. I'm exhausted, but I'm not aching.
RAVE: I had a coworker (female, you jackals) tell me on Friday night that I looked "muscular". Granted the shirt I was wearing is generous in that sense and I'm still only a bit over 165 on a good day, but I've never gotten comments like that before, so it was a nice confirmation of the work that Ive been doing and the discipline I've been trying to put in. RANT: My fucking wallet was stolen from an almost empty bar on Saturday afternoon. I had put it on the table for whatever reason and turned my back to it for a few min, and it was gone. I suspected it was one of the bar staff as they were anywhere from completely unhelpful to absolutely rude when I inquired about it, but a charge went through, before I could cancel it, at another pretty fratty bar, so it was likely some douchebag that passed our table. Crazy bold if you ask me. Canceling 3 credit cards and a debit card isn't fun. And I'm not looking forward to getting new IDs. RAVE: Its times like those when you appreciate great friends. I looked back today at how calm and relaxed I was during the whole situation and realized it was because of my friends. Within a minute of me realizing what had happened, 2 of my good friends were tearing the bar apart looking for it, one of their GFs was calling a previous bar we were at and the other's gf was calming me down and doing damage control. Sometimes you're don't realize how lucky you may be in that aspect.
Mild Rant: Doing all this extra stuff (esp. the trivia/basketball stuff) is getting a bit tiring. Fun, but tiring. Rave: I kind of forget I get paid for it, so it's a nice surprise when I do. Rave: I need the money, because I just spent a few hundred bucks on clothes. Not a lot to some of you ballers, but more than I've spent in a single go in a while. Got good stuff though -- a new suit, which I'm having tailored (and which I reaaaallly needed), shoes, a couple vests, a couple shirts, a tie and a sweater. And new dress socks. Rant: I don't really have anywhere to wear a suit, because I'm not a banker, or a lawyer, or a defendant. Rant: Drunk girl at trivia asked if she could braid my hair. Rave: She was kind of cute.
Rave: very enjoyable weekend. Had an old friend round for beers in the sunshine on Friday night, talked him into coming on a lad's trip to South East Asia next April. (Rave: 6 or so of my close friends heading to SE Asia will be a massive blast. Can't wait.) Saturday was wholesome exercise and making a recipe from the paleo thread which turned out to be absolutely top notch. (Pork tenderloin with a coconut, almond, and coriander pesto. Go make it now.) A friend's girlfriend hosted a house party which I had low expectations for but was actually really, really good fun. 30+ people, 25+ of whom were smart, fit, and gorgeous women. The ratio was absurd, and the girls (who are normally quiet and well behaved) decided to head out to the clubs around 1am and carried on till 5 or so. Rant: I failed at actually talking to 95% of the women there. Just failed. Not that I have particularly good 'game' in general, but I can usually strike up a conversation and be reasonably entertaining. This time around I was not at all in the right mindset, and most of these women were orders of magnitude hotter than I'm used to. So, I just talked to my friends and approached no-one. I am moderately disappointed in myself. Rant: the club we went to was very close to my idea of hell. $10 cover, generic music, and an imperial fucktonne of desperate guys. Probably 20 guys for every girl in the place. The girls we were with got absolutely swarmed. At this point I was mostly chatting to a couple of my friend's wives, who were fucked in half drunk. The drunkest I've ever seen them in many, many years. Despite the fact that the two girls I was talking to were surrounded by me and my friends (all 6ft+ guys), AND wearing wedding rings, AND clearly not interested, (and for what it's worth, which is nothing in the club scene we were in, far too drunk to consent or even remember what happened) the barrage of men was fucking relentless. I'm not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that as soon as one guy was sent packing, another would take his place, and this went on for hours. Maybe I'm just naive because I spent my youth in raves / house parties / cocktail bars and not meat markets, but I was surprised by the total lack of deterrence us guys provided. Apparently you just go and hit on anything with tits regardless of context. Makes an interesting juxtaposition with my rant above... by which I mean I was starting to have vivid fantasies of just punching the next PUA douchebag in the face. The hour or so I spent there felt like forever, and the whole time all I could think was 'jesus merciful christ, give me a breaks club and a few hundred pilled up people, and at least there would be some decent conversations.' TL;DR: I'm old. Rave: spent the hangover watching surprisingly good movies. John Carpenter's In The Mouth of Madness is still a great film nearly 20 years on. 21 Jump St was unexpectedly funny, and season 5 of The Wire is bananas. Rave: Housemate's 30th this weekend. He has booked out a private room in our favourite cocktail bar and put on a $2,000 bar tab. Shit is going to get HECTIC.
Rant: We need the real refs back. You know it's bad when you're listening to the St. Louis home feed on XM and even they're saying that the Redskins are getting screwed over by bad calls, and they cheered like little kids every time RG III got hit. Rave: At least UConn beat Maryland. Eat a dick, Randy Edsall.
Rant: The bullshittery that is litigation skills. Fuck that class. All busy work and nothing useful is ever taught. The class is supposed to simulate actual practice but fails miserably at doing so. Rave: Going out with a superhot and cool lady on Friday. I'm apprehensive about dating another law student because of how things ended last time and the shit storm that ensued but fuck it. This chick is cool as hell and I can't help myself.
RANT: Fuck my stomach, seriously. I don't know what the hell is going on but I feel like a rock is sitting in there.