RAVE: The boyfriend is taking me to New Orleans for my birthday in July. Super psyched! I expect full on awesomeness. Never been before so anyone that has any suggestions to throw my way are welcome. RAVE: Through some kind of government rate we're staying here. RANT: July. In New Orleans. I can only imagine the amount of showers I'm going to need after a day of exploring.
rant: falling into this terrible habit of sleeping 3 hours a night during weekdays and 14 hours on weekends. I am a zombie. rave: After being told that my job couldn't afford to give me hours this summer, I find myself being requested (fought over) by 3 different locations...and making more money than I do during the school year. Trying not to be smug. rant: man, accidentally inhaling bits of croissant down the wrong pipe is really painful for such a soft, flaky pastry.
RANT: Fuck air conditioning. The AC unit where I work is too fucking small to properly cool the building. This means that instead of sweating balls during the dinner rush, I'm sweating my very DNA at a rate that is cutting life expectancy steadily towards that of an assembly-line operator in the 1920s.
Rave: Went to Brookfield Zoo yesterday on a sales/service call. Got back to see they had already emailed me all of their info to set me up as a vendor. Its a small order but I'm pretty happy to walk in and land the business. Rave: quoting a little larger order for them. Rave/followed by a serious Rant: I started working out again. I forgot how much it fucking hurts to start over. It's fucking retarded...
Rant: Fucking automatic transmission rental. I slammed my foot into a nonexistent clutch at least a dozen times on the way home, and I shifted into neutral twice thinking I was going into fifth. Christ. Rave: My mechanic is awesome and sourced a used transmission for a quarter of what Ford wanted to charge for off-the-shelf. Rant: Still not a cost I was expecting. That damn car may have just cost me a (currently theoretical) trip to Moscow.
Rave! The big meet our team was hosting is finally over. Three days of getting up at 5:30 am and getting home after 9:00 pm. Weather cooperated, although a shade too hot for me, but I'll take it over rain. I had a great group of people helping me out and it couldn't turn out as well as it did without their help. Something like this really lets you know who your friends are and they were awesome. Last year we got on the schedule late and we were only half-full and cleared about $5000. My goal this year was to double that. When it's all said and done, we should be clearing over $15,000. If I could make a living off doing this, I would. I love it. And while if another team hired me as their meet director I would make $500 a day, I volunteer my time for our team. I think I need to improve my negotiating skills. I still have some financials to submit and it took me a couple of days to recover, but it's finally done. On to next year! Another rave! I know I talk about swimming a lot, but it's a very active part of my life. Well, last night we had our first dual meet of the season. We were getting towards the end, which are relays, and it was getting dark and the kids were getting loud cheering. So the 13/14 girls' relay starts and our best girl takes off down the lane (it's a 50 meter pool so next swimmer starts at other end). We were way ahead of the other team. Well, on the way back, my thought processes went something like this (I may have said some of this out loud): "Huh. How did we get so far behind after that great start? Who is that in the water? Wait, their name is on their cap. Is that (my last name)? Is that Catherine? She looks awful!* Wait. Is that....is that...Patrick????!!! What in the world is he doing in the 13/14 girls relay?" By this time, my friends that I was place judging with are laughing hysterically, tears rolling down their face. Patrick touches, all proud of himself and gets out of the pool. He walks by me and I asked what he was doing swimming in the girls relay. No clue. He just shrugs his shoulders and says, "They told me to get in!" I think he was going to cry when I told him he had to swim it again with his real relay. I love that boy to death, but I don't get how a kid so smart can be so spacey. He is hysterical. It was a great weekend. Rant: Seriously parents, stop scolding your kids in public over a sporting event. You're embarrassing yourself. The kids already feel bad if they don't do well and all they want to do is please you and their coach. Don't make it worse. Sometimes I just want to give those kids a hug. It's depressing and awkward. *Not that Patrick is awful, but when you are expecting a mature 13/14 girl and see a skinny 12 boy, it's a much different swimming technique.
Rave: Getting my GF into video games. She's working her way through the first Ratchet & Clank, which is great fun to watch, and last night we played NSMB Wii, which was her first Mario game ever. It was like seeing someone learn how to ride a bike- endearing, funny, and the type of experience that makes you grateful for helmets. Good times.
Rant- Ow the stinging lash of rejection. On the bright side she is still fucking her ex and I probably avoided a train wreck even though she's moving out of town Sunday. Shit still hurts.
Rant: My aunt isn't going to make it through this week, I'll be surprised if she makes it through the night. Double Rant: Her oldest son can't deal with what's going on, so he decided to go on vacation (He's 61 fucking years old.) So did all her grandchildren. She loves visitors, she comes to life when her offspring visit. I get to deal with wiping her butt, watching her dig turds out of her ass, lifting her in and out of bed, feeding her by hand, and they all go on and live their lives like everything's fine while I get to answer questions about where her children are. Fuck this shit. This should not be my problem.
Rave: my shit is more together than its been in a long, long time - probably ever. I'd never seen my abs before February of this year; now I've got the beginnings (trending toward middle) of a sixpack. When you're 40kg overweight, sixpacks are something that models in magazines have, not something you could ever possess yourself. (Super massive sexual vanity rant/rave): Spoiler I've always enjoyed blowjobs, and particularly watching someone do it to me. Shocker, I know. However, I never realised just how much having to look past my own gut, and feeling her forehead bounce off it during deepthroat, took away from the experience. I didn't consciously register my own aversion to it at the time. But now, looking down my flat stomach while she runs her nails along my abs makes me a very happy camper, and I can't tell whether I'm more turned on by the top of her head or the sight of my own body. And consequently, I keep thinking of that scene with Buffalo Bill - "Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard." And then I start wondering whether I'm 10 crunches and a protein shake away from comparing shades of white on my business cards. But still, fuck it. After spending my entire sexual history fat, I'm generously giving myself some time to glory in it. I'm good to me. I'm eating clean, training 6 days a week, drinking 1 night a week, and not smoking at all. (God bless you, vaporizer.) Boxing is coming along nicely, and I'm starting to throw reasonably heavy leather. My grappling is still a laughable joke (PB: submitted 5 times in 3 minutes by a guy a foot shorter and 30. fucking. kilograms. lighter than me) but I'm just starting to understand the fundamentals, which is more than I could say 3 months ago. Social life is through the roof, from muay thai events to cocktail bars and everything in between. I'm having laser eye surgery in 3 weeks, which should mean that anything beyond 5m should resolve from a general blur into actual people, places, and things. I'm getting laid regularly, I have 3 concerts to go to in the next 3 weeks, I've got travel planned, and I'm actually making progress paying off my credit card. Compared to where I was at 6 months ago, I'm on top of the fucking galaxy. Life is good, yo.
Rave: Wendy motherfuckingbadass Davis. Rant: If life would be so kind as to take a moment from kicking my ass, that would be fantastic. Rantier Rant: Fuck you TRADOC. Fuck you Congress for sticking your nose into shit you have no business sniffing. Fuck you Army for initiating the absolute most idiotic and archaic policies in your knee jerk reaction to whatever the latest investigation on your misconduct is. But mostly, fuck you TRADOC.
Rant: My neighbor had to go back to the hospital for pneumonia. His wife said he's improving despite that, but still, wasn't almost drowning enough? Rave: His wife also asked what kind of beer I drink and to expect some to come my way soon.
Rant: I was fired from my job, accused of giving employee discounts to non employees, supposedly stealing product and generally being someone I am not. The "proof" they had was two transactions rang under employee that the employee paid with her friend's card. They were both present and the employee explained the friend owed her money. The transactions were back to back, not a recurring scenario. I'm fairly certain that a certain disgruntled former employee set this into motion. The employee who used her friends card was also fired. I will apply for unemployment, but from the reading I am doing, I probably will not get a damn thing. Colorado is an at will state. I have little to no recourse at this point. Rave: No more 50 hour weeks at a criminally low pay, no more explaining tornados to FAS customers, and no more boredom. I've been considering getting out of it, because the job made my brain hurt from disuse, but lacked time to consider options. Rave: I have friends already hooking me up with prospects. I'm thinking part-time, so I can go back to school(AGAIN) and actually finish something. I have to do something fulfilling and challenging. I can't work with retards anymore, not without becoming a serial killer. I don't know what my next calling is yet. Suggestions may be considered.
Rave: So far my Lasik has been a success. Better than 20/20 vision in both eyes only a few days after the surgery. I still wake up and try to grab my glasses off my nightstand or try to push them up on my face from time to time, though.
Rave Last day of these dreadful summer classes tomorrow Rant Not sure about these final exams. Just want this shit to be over Rave/Rant Met an extremely cute librarian girl a few weeks ago. Been hanging out a bit, we've been getting pretty intimate but when she suggests for me to come home with her last Sunday, she throws me a curve ball and admits her ex lives right across the street. Fuck, can't it ever just play out how you think it will? Oh well, we are still on good terms and she's expressed interest in getting serious.
Rant: Found out a friend and co worker died today. He was 52, and on a cruise with his wife to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. He has 2 brothers, and both parents are still alive. As cliched as it may be, no parent should have to bury their child. RIP mate, you were one of the genuinely nicest people I ever met.