Rant My neighbors in my apartment complex are blasting the music and getting wasted right now. Its 10:00am on Easter Sunday. I'm not religious, I like to party, but holy shit its almost unfathomable to me that they're doing that. I'm good friends with them, but this is too much. They invited me over and I'm just not going to get wasted in the morning ever, unless there's a football game I'm tailgating at. Its almost like they're trying to flip off all religious people by being as hedonistic (apparently there were girls stripping and getting naked this morning) and obnoxious as possible.
Rant: Somebody wanna give me a job? I'll be the guy waving the stack of customized resumes and yelling at Congress to pass a budget already.
Rave: Great weekend of hockey and drinking, scored a couple of goals and got completely assholed, so much so that people were looking on in amazement at the fact I wasn't in hospital with alcohol poisoning. Sambucca shots at 9am is bad juju.
Rave: Finally fixed my problem with spinning on rails. Frontside and backside 270's off a handrail. Super pumped. It's nothing crazy but it's a start. Rant: Beat myself to shit this weekend. Took a backflip to 1 1/2 rotations on my third drop...decided to leave jump progression for another day after that. Spent 3 hours hiking a handrail -and crashing on it- to learn spins out. My back from my left shoulder down to my left ass cheek and my ribs is one big bruise. Left forearm is completely swollen. Rave: Totally worth it.
RANT: So I know this is something I've complained about before, but if I don't vent about it I might lose it. I hate our upstairs neighbors. They bring about this blood-boiling rage in me that I don't often experience. They have the loudest, grossest sex. They drink ungodly quantities of Evan Williams and sometimes I hear them vomiting. They play Super Mario Bros. with the volume turned up loud enough for me to follow their progress in the game (they are REALLY BAD). They listen to shitty power-punk from midnight until we bang on the ceiling with the broom handle. They are The Worst. And they are turning me into a crotchety old person.
Rave: Weed is legal to grow here in personal consumption quantities Rave: That quantity is defined as two plants per person Rave: That means I grew some. Rant: It was my first time so some spider mites got to it. But the plant still yielded some fruit Rave: I sampled it last night in what had to have been the greatest, smoothest, mellowest high of my life. Since its a sativa strain, I felt woke, happy, chilled and not the least bit hungry. And I GREW IT! It was a good day.
Rave: Went hiking in the hills yesterday (Red Rocks/Morrison area, if ya care) and it was glorious, 73 degrees, not a cloud in sight. Rantish: Managed to rip the ass of my favorite old jeans open sliding across a steep rock face. Thankfully I had a flannel I could tie around my waist, as it was very revealing. There is no saving the jeans though. Super Rave: Mr. P and I have reconciled. He has addressed his issues and our time apart gave me a chance to see things clearer. It turns out I can be a stubborn asshole, which can be a bad thing...Anyhow, I love this man so much and I feel this great relief in my soul to be back at his side.
Rant:Found my first gray hair today. Luckily he wasn't lonely, he was surrounded by a bunch of his gray friends.
Rave: Girlfriend is cooking me dinner tonight. Rant: Work is gay. I just got put in charge of technical publications because the corporal currently in charge of it is a complete fuckup. Rant: The job hasn't been done properly in more than four years. Rant: It's going to take more than a month to fix it. Rant: I have two and a half weeks. Rant: If it fails inspection, it's my fault, not Corporal Window-Licker. Rave: If I pull it off, I assume that I'll get some kudos. Hopefully. Rant: With the captain desiring to run my ass up the flagpole, my guess is that my reward will be a slight grunt of approval.
Rant: It happened. My daughter pooped in the tub. Rave: The wife cleaned it up. Rant: Dear assholes on facebook. I (and my wife) have zero desire to see a graphic and greusome picture of a guy's bone sticking out of his leg. There is a reason most people will warn you before showing the image. When just scrolling through my newsfeed, I really don't need to see that. Go fuck yourselves.
RANT: Put flowers on my parents graves. My dad would have been 75 today. RAVE: My sister found a flower shop. The staff was helpful, the flowers were really nice and not too expensive. RAVE: I finally got to say "They're coming to get you Bahhhbrahhhh" in an actual graveyard. My sister didn't get the reference. Oh well, I got a kick out of it.
Rant: Got to the gym last night with enough time to warm up before my game, and realized that I forgot my basketball shorts. Rant: None of my teammates had an extra pair. Rave: Lost and found came through with a pair! Rant: Of tiny, neon-pink, women's running shorts. Rave: We won, played our best game as a team in a while. Not sure: Felt liberated, considering wearing these shorts every game until we lose.
Rave headed to Vegas with my wife to see Ka tonight and Def Leppard tomorrow night Rant wife is not on board with snorting coke
Rant Busted a piece of my electric meat grinder while making sausage today. Will have to order new part before I can finish. This is not the first time googling a question and taking the first response's advice has fucked me. Rave At least the grinder company has a distributor in Cincinnati so I can get a replacement part pretty quick.
Rant: Went on site to perform a monthly audit of one of our clients systems. Went to squat down to check on a server, and the pants of my suit ripped wide open at the ass. I guess the suit is telling me that I maybe need to start hitting the gym. Rave: I was wearing a long peacoat so it wasn't obvious what had just transpired. Rave x2: The office I was in was about 10 minutes from my house, so I was able to leave and change without fucking up my billable time for the week.
RANT: I get to drive a Uhaul to Mississippi tomorrow to help my dad move. 10+ hours. I'm praying it has a tape deck for my Ipod connector, or else the diverse range of country music and talk radio will kill me. Spoiler Related: I had to take some days off for the trip. Today my boss asked why I'm not staying down there, and my dad hinted at it as well. And I honestly don't know. There's nothing for me here other than the comfort of what I'm used to. Ohio is a backwards place filled with horrible people, and for all the jokes about dem hillbilly Southerners, I've heard it's a LOT more laid-back down there. I'd love to move and enjoy chasing girls on warm, sunny days year round, but I'm concerned about 1) finding a job that's as good as what I have here ($10.50 an hour for flexible shifts doing fairly easy work and a boss who doesn't give a shit if I'm dipping as long as the guests are happy) and 2) moving down there just to find I'm still too terrified to put myself out there and meet people, or put myself out there and still get shut down every time. And I feel like these might be excuses, but I'm not sure they are or aren't. I think it comes down to fear, but fuck, it also reminds me that despite being a lot happier and self-accepting than I used to be, I am still fucking directionless and unmotivated. I don't go outside much, I don't have a lot of interests; most of me could spend the rest of my life playing computer games and doing kitchen work, simply because aside from the income, I don't mind it all that much. On the other hand, and I know/don't care how cocky this sounds, I am fucking smart as hell and more than capable of doing whatever I want to do. But I don't want. I've picked Network Admin simply because it's good money and I like fucking with computers, but I also don't want to spend the rest of my life working under garish fluorescent lights. In short, I dream and don't do, and I don't fucking know why.
RAVE: Decided to come out of weed retirement for a few days* until I get back to school on Monday. Finished everything I have to do today, so now it's just me, my vaporizer, and Fallout 3 to play through again. *Well, that's the plan anyway...