Rave(s): Interview tomorrow for an internship that couldn't be more tailor-made to my skill set. Then Macklemore in DC afterward. Rant: I'll have less than an hour between the interview and when I have to leave for the show in which to get drunk. Shotgunning beers while cooking/eating dinner it is.
Rave: Whoa... OK, no one told me Trent Reznor did some work with the new CoD Black Ops game. How the hell did I not know this sooner? Rant: This is what I get for spending most my time reading work material. Rave: Mr Reznor's talents are reason enough for me to happily throw my money at the 800 lb gorilla known as Activision. Screen name is the same as it is on this site, feel free to add to friends list.
RAVE: Bought a house. Well, signed the paperwork, anyway. RAVE: It's exactly the right house for us. RANT: Paid too much. TBD: I say there is a 50% chance it won't appraise out and we will be able to hit them up for a discount at that point. RANT: They will probably tell us to pound sand.
Cranky unreasonable late night RANT: I'm just about ready to kill the upstairs neighbors. They toned down the 3:30 am scream fucking after we pounded on the ceiling a gajillion times and left an (admittedly horrible) note, only to replace it with (probably wasted) late night Super Mario Bros. marathons. Their TV is turned up so high that I can usually tell where they are in the game, and for some reason there's always an awful lot of screaming and yelling involved. Also they look like brother and sister, and the girl can't park FOR SHIT. I hate them. And I really want to go to sleep.
Rave: Had a glorious week in Melbourne. Had a couple of unexpected and painful heart to hearts with the friend that invited me, and with a bit of luck and the assumption of good intentions on the part of everyone involved, I think we should end up having a stronger friendship for it. Brutal as it was at the time, I'm weirdly grateful that she brought up some shit I was doing that unintentionally hurt her and gave me the opportunity to respond, rather than just writing me off as a prick. Which I undoubtedly am, but I'm a well meaning prick. Rave: had some good conversations with her friends, who were remarkably good to me. Good people. Rant: The problem with getting to know people better is that I tend to like them more, while gaining an appreciation of how little reason I've given them to like me. That's sort of a shitty realization to have, but if I can learn from it, hopefully I can stop giving offense, at least unintentionally. Rave: personal growth, if I can learn from it. RAVE: met an astonishingly attractive woman (AAW), roughly 1000 miles out of my league. She was cool as fuck, and I was mildly smitten in about 0.03 seconds. The friend from paragraph 1 actively kicked me in the ankles and demanded I take AAW for a walk. I resisted fairly fiercely, and insisted that there was no way in hell AAW was interested. I misread the situation, badly. There were various complications, but despite general awkwardness from me, she pursued me. It's hard to explain just how surreal an experience it is to have someone you believe to be miles out of your league actively trying to hook up with you. It's fucking bizarre. And unspeakably awesome. (Moral of the story for anyone on here trying to lose weight: put in the work. The rewards outweigh the sacrifices by about 1,000,000 %.) Oh, and female wingwomen are way, way more effective than the male variety.
Rant: Working both Thanksgiving and Christmas, because my supervisor is a dick. Fantastic. Rave: If FSU makes it to the Orange Bowl, I will be going to that.
RANT: What's worse than your alarm clock going off at 6:00am? Spoiler A shart alarm...at 3:30am. Rant: On top of that, I'm relatively certain that I'm getting/have a small hernia on my right side, in the front, just below the belly button line. Not cool. Any core exercises I can do to beat this thing back, or should I just take it easy and try to let it heal itself?
Rave: Free Starbucks. Rant: Christmas music. Why can't we at least get through Thanksgiving first? No wonder I drink more this time of year.
Rant/rave/wtf: I love the city I live in, and I have a huge passion for BJJ, and the team is insanely cool. I don't know why, but for the last 3-4 days, I've been pondering with the possibility of doing a PhD as an excuse to keep living here and keep training. It started as a joke (kinda), but I brought up the possibility to my boss, and she offered me an insane project that would make me work with all the higher-ups at my university and increase my chances to become a professor someday by a gazillion percents. My mind is still blown by all the possibilities it implies. Insanely hard work, possible nights of exhaustion and crying, and a lot of work on my self-esteem (I don't feel like I deserve any of this, despite a lot of evidence pointing to the opposite), and incredibly rewarding projects. Shit. FML. I'll have to drink on this.
Rave: Leading my sisters to believe that I've gained weight when I've actually dropped 2 or 3 pants sizes? Muahaha. Sister was looking for weight watchers recipes and instead of lecturing my eldest sister on what a load of crap WW is, I just gave her some recipes that I make. Apparently using real butter to pan fry chicken and full fatted coconut milk for curry isn't food you lose weight on. I told her ah, I guess that's why I had to buy new pants. Prepare for Mind: Blown.
Rave?: I work in a pharmacy. I had a gentleman that came in for his prescription and I couldn't find it so I looked up his profile. I'm never quite sure how to handle situations where it's for things like Viagra, but this guy had no such problem. He practically yells to me as he is walking towards me, "Well, you see, the doctor's put me on some medication and things just aren't working like they used to, and I got me a younger wife now and she ain't too happy with me right now." The poor 90-year-old man standing next to him didn't know what to do. I just responded with, "well, price you pay when you marry young." He got one pill, so I imagine he's having a fine time tonight. Oh, and another gentleman was picking up 10 pills of Cialis ($275) and 30 pills of Zetia (cholesterol-$40). Guess which one he wanted to sacrifice because it was too expensive? You guys and your wieners.
Rave: Had pretty close to courtside seats at the Net's game tonight. Rant: It was a Nets game. Against the Cavs.
Rave: Day one of calorie count down with 16 calories to spare. Thank you Lose It! app, especially for finally including Chipotle (I'd kill any motherfucker who tried to tell me no Chipotle ever again) Rave: New Deftones is easily one of my top five greatest Rant: Cavs bench is fucking terrible. Browns are still shitty. Indians are garbage. God hates Cleveland. Rant: The last remnants of this sinus infection won't go away. I have the motivation and desire to get in the gym, just not the ability to do anything. Fuck you, stupid sinuses.
Rant: The girl and I have been house hunting. In between this and work, I just want the weed stores to be open already.
Rant: The girlfriend is away visiting her olds for the week so I'm batching it. Rave: Night shift this week while we do flightline duties and then off to Canberra for the weekend in a weeks time when the girlfriend is back.
Rant: I have a deadline this week and I haven't been able to bring myself to write a single word. I also have a personal deadline this month and I am definitely not going to reach it. I AM A FAILURE.
Rant: Decided that The Dude and I need to take a break. I basically hate everything right now (minus The Dude, I still love the shit out of him). Life sucks.
Rave: Moved to the Canary Islands Ravier: Into a house that is ours. Its fucking unbelievable. I can poke holes in walls and do whatever the fuck I want Rave: Came with a jacuzzi Rant: Everything moves slow as fuck here. Hard to get internet installed with any quickness Rave: I'm 5 minutes from the beach and that makes it all okay. Water that is clear as fuck and hues of blue and green that I have only ever seen on TV Rave: I think this move has made my wife 10 years younger. Fantastic result. Great success.