Rave: not having a drunk thread is like playing the "just make out game" you wanna discuss it sooo bad don't you. not yet though. not yet.
Rant: so now that I don't live in CT anymore something cool happens? Will Ferrell as Ron Burgundy randomly on a street corner in Milford, CT handing out donuts:
rant: Tooth extracted today plus bone grafting for pending implant. rave: Painkillers. rant: Upper endoscopy tomorrow. I have to be at the facility at 6:30 tomorrow morning. Did I mention we're currently having an ice storm here?
Rave: Three finals down this week. Two went pretty well. Rant: Wealth transfer tax was without a doubt the hardest final I've ever taken. A 7 hr take home final that was a massive time crunch. The professor through all sorts of shit in that was never discussed in class. Rave: One final left and over a week to study for it.
Rant: Haven't been eating clean or lifting for a few months and it shows. Why do I do this?! Ugh. Rave: Penguins game! They murdered the Sharks. I actually felt bad for Niemi when they pulled him, but yay Pens!! Rant: Head cold. Kill me.
Rant/Rave. Been super busy with the dog walking. Just yesterday I said to my wife 'I think I have to stop taking on new clients, I'm getting killed.' When I started, I had 3-5 walks a day, all mid-day. Very predictable. Now I have only 3 'daily' walks and the rest are fill ins. Which sounds slow, until I realize that every night and morning my phone goes off about 5 times with requests for walks. Yesterday I had 14. Today I have 8. I'm doing the 'part time' thing so I can get stuff done, including writing. Unfortunately, I've ended up so busy I don't have time. And over the past week I'm getting more requests from new customers who are specifically requesting me. It's a good problem to have. But I better learn to say no soon if I want to get anything else done. Yikes.
Rant: My first girlfriend died the other day. She was not just my first girlfriend, but my first "girl" friend. She taught me a lot about what it was to be a friend, and a person, and she helped me feel that I belonged in this world. Who I am today is so dramatically influenced by her it is hard to believe, yet sadly I had forgotten until the news of her passing.
Rant; I have a new transfer student from California who has been here about three weeks. He moved here because life out there was pretty shitty. Two days ago his brother was stabbed to death in prison. Rant: To make it worse we are studying Julius Caesar right now.
crankypants ranty-rant (you've been warned) Some people try and try and try for babies to be disappointed and disappointed and disappointed. People who have been together for quite a long time, make rational and mature life choices, and would probably make darn good parents. Who the fuck are the powers that be that grant not one, but FIVE kids the love "square" depicted over the past few days here (sorry istealcheeze - congrats on the newest addition)
Spoilered for size, and as a warning I don't know why the fuck I feel compelled to put this out there. Rant: You know what's shitty? Spoiler When you realize that you moved away from home over 3 years ago and have been living overseas for the last 18 months and the only people who make efforts to contact you are the people you don't ever want to hear from. My dad is trying so hard to make up for my childhood, just stay the fuck away from me. I tried really hard to have a functional relationship with him after he changed but I just hate him too much. His gift to me was a guitar and with it a card about how he remembered how much I wanted to learn growing up. Yeah, I remember that too, I also remember how you wouldn't let me and when you found out I was learning at a friends house you beat the shit out of me and forbade me from ever seeing them again. You can't fix years of abuse with gifts. I just want to break this god damn thing, but that would be a waste so I'm either gonna sell it or donate it. I said that to him on Skype and it made him cry. Holy shit did that feel good for all of 5 minutes, but now I'm just depressed. Part of me will never believe that this guy isn't just trying to make right with his conscience or his newly found God and that he actually not only does not give a shit about me but hates me. On the other hand, there is a part of me that wants to believe he is genuinely sorry and that I should be thankful to have someone trying to be there when many people have no parents ever, but I think that's just because I'm weak and crave whatever it is I missed growing up. Then my step-mother. As far as I'm concerned, she's an accessory to everything my dad did since she stood by and watched and even now denies that anything happened despite well over a decade of abuse. Fuck off, even dad isn't in denial and at least my biological mother has the courtesy to not try and contact me. Then are my siblings, who are more like acquaintances who grew up in the same house as me. My sister only ever contacts me at the behest of my father after I ignore his e-mails and Skype calls for long enough. My brother would never say a word to me if I didn't try and contact him. When I go home I try and make time to hang out but he just comes up with excuses not to. I shouldn't care, I was never close with either of them growing up but I've been trying really hard these last three years to make changes and get off the path I was going down. I think this is where normal people would fall back on their friends, but when all of your relationships are predicated off alcohol consumption and really the only reason you hang out with those people is because you don't actively hate them like everyone else, you're kind of fucked. If I possessed the capacity to cry I think I would, but all I ever really feel anymore is anger. That and I feel like a bitch since I had to come to the internet to air out my dirty laundry, but if I didn't I think I'd do something stupid.
RAVE: I could potentially go to three football games in the flesh in a few weeks. Rutgers playing in the Pinstripe Bowl while I'm home for Christmas. The boyfriend got me tickets to the Giants/Redskins game at the Meadowlands. Auburn/Florida State in Pasadena. Excitement overload.
Rave The Buffs upset Kansas in Boulder and State beat Ohio, I am a happy camper. This makes sense because I am a CU alum who grew up in Ann Arbor.
Rant: It is a little awkward when you see a girl at the gym who you went to elementary and middle school with and didn't know that well, and you looked at each others profiles on Match dot com about 2.5 years ago. I guess it is kind of funny, wondering if she remembers you and looking at each others dating profiles. Rave: I started a new job last week, and it cuts my drive time to work in half. It also has a much more laid-back environment than my last job had. Rant: The job is a cut in pay. I am hoping that it might lead to better opportunities, but my first week did not go well at all. I think that they were thinking that my technical skills are better than they are. Oh well, I have to use the word "proficient" on my resume if I am ever going to have the opportunity to prove myself. Rant: During my last week at my old job, my bosses announced that they landed a new project. I just knew that that was going to happen. Granted, I still probably would have gone to the new job, but I still feel like that is the story of my life. Rave: I am starting graduate school in January. I am going to try for a Masters of Science in Information systems. Rant: I am probably not cut out for it, but I am going to try my damnedest. Rant: This year just needs to end. This one might not have felt like the worst one ever, but it probably has been the worst for me when looking at it objectively. There seem to be a lot of people who feel the same way. I guess that a year that ends in "13" will do that.
super rave: The Mrs. accepted a job offer for a director of marketing position and starts on Monday! Thank you, God!