RAVE: My Europe trip has been a lot of fun so far! Budapest, Krakow, and Prague were great. I'm currently in Rome, and while it has all kinds of mind-blowing shit to see, there are about a million too many tourists. Waaayyyyy more old people and families than my first three stops. I'm fine with leaving tomorrow. RAVE: Off to Amsterdam bright and early! Can't wait to try this "marijuana" stuff that I've heard so much about.
RAVE: Had a more or less perfect first date on Friday. Was pretty anxious going in, but chemistry was great, it progressed well, its as excited as I've been about a girl in a good 8-9 months. RANT: Beautiful weather this past weekend turned into mini-winter. And in doing so, the cold I fought off, came back with a vengence and yesterday I was mostly useless at work cause my nose wouldn't stop running and my head was elsewhere. RIDICULOUS RANT: Aforementioned girl had to cancel our second date on Monday night cause she was super busy, which I understand. But then she was MIA on a text and hadn't returned a call from last night as of this posting. Given the busy-ness at work, this isn't something to fret about, but given my recent history of girls flaking out and things evaporating when I thought they were going great, I've begun a bit of internal spasticness. There is literally no negative evidence to anything changing and she's admitted to be terrible at texting, but I'm still uneasy. FFFFFUUUUUU
Rave: Sold the House in 2.5 days for about $30,000 more than I thought we would. Rant: Settlement is in 30 days and I have no Idea where we will be moving. Rant: The wench has been an intolerable cunt for the last two weeks, not sure if there is a correlation with the above.
Rant: FOR FUCKS SAKES. Just installed Win7 cause i bought Titanfall(bought BF3 found out it required win7 and said fuck it) and wanted to play it and still had XP. I backed up everything ... except my fucking bookmarks. It has been atleast 5 years since i last did an os installed and i am sure i back up my book marks last time, so i have so many years of book marks, yes lots are probably junk now, but some i still use. And they are all fucking gone.
rant it would be really fucking great, less than a moth from my 30th birthday, if I could get my shit together and remember my work schedule, so I DON'T wake up at 5:30 am and arrive at work 4 hours early...
Morons Rant: Stupid fucking post office. No wonder they're a failing business. Kiss my ass, lazy bitch substitute mail carrier too sorry to walk up the steps and deliver my package because it's easier to mark it undeliverable, despite the fact I've been sitting right here all afternoon.
Rant: My shoulder is fucked. Any kind of hard overhanded motion, like serving a volleyball, and it rocks in my socket and goes dead for 10-15 minutes. Hurts like a bitch. Rave: This week was light work-wise so I spent the last three days drinking. Rant: Sobering up right now is the worst. Starting to get shaky and I should probably go to bed.
Rave. Been a while since I've posted here, but I'm back. Rant. Been on a two month in CONUS "Deployment" of sorts. Split my time between Twentynine Palms, CA and Yuma, AZ doing predeployment training. Rant. Sick of being away from home, but still "in touch". Rant. Slept like shit last night. Rave. I have 7 packages of presents for myself waiting at home plus my concealed carry permit which leads to my pistol. Rave. Got a girl waiting for me also. Excited about this the most. Rave. When I get home at the end of next week, I'm put in charge if the Flight line shop at work. I'll have 30+ Marines under my watch. I'm excited yet scarred at the same time.
Rave: Closing on my house today. I'm excited to get started on it. Rant: Looking at all the things I need to buy...I feel like I'll be broke for the next 30 years
Death, no matter how much you think you're prepared or it is expected it never makes it any eaiser. Ever. A great man died today. They don't make them like him anymore. Sadness does not begin to describe what I feel. Not even close. My heart hurts.
Rant: When I stayed on board to help with the transition I didn't think I was signing on for 12+ hour days. I don't care how much they upped my severance, it isn't worth this.
Rave At one point, just after a surgery, my brother was so sick he couldn't remember the rules to checkers, about 2.5 years later he's getting 97% on exams in grad school. I may sit back in and enjoy this. He's almost done with his first year of grad school and its kinda shocking really. When its your twin, these kinds of thing elicit a more visceral, more emo reaction. He's come so far, and yet he was so sick he doesn't know how far he's come.
Rant. Definitely shitting my guts out from stress related IBS Rave. But I think the phone interview went well. I should know if I get an in person interview within the next day. God my stomach hurts.
RAVE: Going to UFC 174 in June! I spent an absurd amount of money on the tickets, but can you really put a price on watching sweating men beat the hell out of each other?
RAVE: Fuck yeah! Landed a solid job as the grill guy at a steakhouse. I will spend 48 hours a week butchering vast amounts of meat, grilling said meat, and taking in $21/hour which is ridiculous money for a what amounts to a line cook position. I finally have a job that can support a family, which is imperative since the twins are well on their way. No rants. Life could hardly be better.
Rant: Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. I am the world's worst student. I admit that. I'm a lazy procrastinator who makes life exceedingly difficult. However, the course I am in right now is so fucking terrible it just about gives me an aneurysm. First of all it is a 2 credit hour 8 week course. The problem is that it requires more bullshit than any course I have previously taken. And the bullshit they require is a fucking enigma. It says do X on the first page and then do Y on the other. I should have seen all this stuff when they made it available with a directive to work ahead sure. That's the ideal student. However, they know I'm in a program that is for alt-certification for teaching. That means I am teaching, which isn't exactly a fucking cake walk that offers loads of free time August-May. So here I am the night before, freaking the fuck out because I know a) there is a shit ton I have to do and b) I have no idea how to get any of it done because I can't figure out what they want. What the fuck. I, of course, could be using this time to grade papers, or plan, or do any of the other things that would make a difference for my students. But no. Shit.
Rant: I've been getting disproportionately terrible hangovers lately. I had a whopping 4 beers last night and am completely out of commission today. Is this what getting old feels like?