Rave: Tasmania is simply one of the best places I've ever been to. In the world. I would love to live here. Rant: ^ That wish is a very tall order. How the hell do I make that happen?
Rant: I am working on my house and am 100% winging it. I've never framed walls or hung drywall but for some reason I think I can do anything. I made these beautiful straight cuts into the existing drywall to tie the new wall into the main support only to discover that the beam is bowed significantly. So glad I took all that time to make sure my lines were perfectly straight and that I followed them flawlessly. My house is so weird I hope I can make everything look okay. I see why there are so many retarded home repairs and additions. There are no rules to working on your own house.
Rave: CancerCon is this week. CancerCon is an event hosted by Stupid Cancer that seeks to bring together young adult cancer community and show the people who attend and other people who are aware of Stupid Cancer that cancer doesn't have to make them an outcast or make them different. Stupid Cancer attempts to say that people with cancer don't have to alter their social lives, they don't have to change what they do, cancer doesn't have to dictate their lifestyle, people can still enjoy themselves and still do fun, life affirming things. While I do not have cancer, many people on here (I think) should be aware of my twin brothers ordeal. He'll be out here and he and I will attend it together. Its a fortunate coincidence its in Denver and its nice that I'm able to attend most of the events. I'm thinking I'll get my first tattoo while he's out here. It'll be a black and gray cancer ribbon with the words hope and courage above and below the ribbon. He doesn't know this, but it'll be a hell of a story later on and its been something I've been thinking of for a while. If I'm going to die with this on me, I can't think of anything better than something that promotes persistence and survival
Rant: Stupid fucking back. Crouched down to open the freezer this morning and my back decides it doesn't want to play anymore. Thankfully it's not a bad flare up and I should be back to normal tomorrow.
RANT: Rushed to Home Depot tonight just before they closed in order to get a couple of latches for the shed I built this weekend... decided to get $100 "extra cash" while doing the self-checkout. Forgot to take it with me. Fuck.
Rant: My mom and best friend both share a birthday, yesterday. I intended to text my buddy "Happy Birthday you fat slut," but accidentally texted it to my mom instead, so that was a fun phone call afterwards. Rant: This guy that I went to school with never stops blowing up social media about how much money he makes. "Just woke up to a $12,000 pay check, time to buy a weekend whip!" or "Making some fat stacks today!" Thats cool, bud. You work for a well-known pyramid scheme and even if you are pulling in that much money, you still have to sell vinyl siding door-to-door. Thats not worth any amount of money.
Rave: Had an interview with a text book publishing company. Not sure how well I did but both the interviewers seemed ambivalent about the company it was great. It was like interviewing for Kruger on Seinfeld. "Well the hardest part of our industry is transitioning into digital from print. Hopefully we're able to do it. We're hoping the market settles back on print in the next year. Well that's at least what we told investors anyway." I want this job bad.
RAVE: Home Depot has my cash and I'll be picking it up on my way home from work. I made the call thinking it was a long shot... apparently there are still some good people out there.
Rave: I'm almost feeling back to normal after the surgery. I'm so close to being able to move freely, my appetite is back to normal, and I just have a bit of a dull ache in my stomach area that only occasionally veers into straight up pain. Right now my only big complaint is that they wouldn't schedule my followup visit until next week instead of this week so I have to hang around with staples in my stomach for that much longer and they're really wigging me out. Rave: It was my first day at my new job today and it was totally fun and exciting. It didn't even seem to affect me that I had to be at work at 9am like a Normal. The time flew by and I didn't want to stop working when we decided to call it a day. We're not meeting tomorrow and I have to keep telling myself to NOT do that much work until Wednesday so I can pace myself and, more importantly, work when I'm getting paid for it. It's just a group of three of us to start and we seem to make a great team that gets along and is on the same page for all of the important stuff. The boss lady is basically treating me as her equal and is giving me a lot of respect and room to do my thing and wants me to feel like this is as much my business as it is hers, and that is such a freaking welcome relief from my previous work environment. I just want to kick ass and make her proud and I'm so ready to go. Rave: They decided to sell our apartment and we all had to leave at the end of February. I didn't find permanent housing in time and ended up in a super last-minute $100 above my budget one-month sublet for March. I'm settled in a new place now that I really like. But, when I set up a forwarding address to my dad's house upstate for March, the post office basically decided "fuck it" and didn't give me my mail that whole month. Unlike most people, getting mail is actually important to me because I subscribe to roughly a dozen magazines, including a biweekly. I changed my addresses for all of them and set my new forwarding address, and all of a sudden the post office has decided to send me all of the magazines I've been missing now that it's just to another part of Brooklyn. OH HOW I MISSED YOU. I was going through serious withdrawal. I am literally rolling around in a pile of them in my bed (but mostly because I'm keeping all the things I use most in my bed at the moment so they're easier for me to get). (I did read 6 books that month once I was freed up from all my magazine reading time, though.)
Rant: Fucking power outage because of storms. Other units have knocked off and have tomorrow off while we have to take time out of our book.
Rant: I'm pretty easy going and I don't get angry about very much, but one of the few things that drives me crazy is when someone makes fun of fat people at the gym. I'm perfect fine with fat shaming and shaming people in general, but someone at the gym that's actively trying to make themselves better? Why belittle and discourage them?
RAVE: Holy Crap... we've just received an invitation to attend the White House to participate in an informal discussion about Economic and Technical polices for education.
Rave: Going to Vegas for the first time. Rant: I picked a bad time to go sober (about two months ago)
Rant: It's inexplicably freezing in my apartment and everyone is too responsible to go out for drinks on a Tuesday. So. Lame.
Rant: Wanted to point out the hilarious overlap of the last three R&R thread posts, but I can't because the WDT is closed.
RANT: People (RoM) who can't seem to remember (RoM) or figure out (RoM) the WDT is not locked (RoM) especially since at this moment (RoM) he (RoM) was the last one to post to said thread (RoM). Derp dude.
Rant: Fucking tolerance. I used to be able to get a nice buzz from a single glass of wine; now I don't feel a thing until I've polished off half the bottle. My budget can't support my body's increasing alcohol requirements, and buying cheaper (shittier) booze is out of the question. I don't like where this is going.
Rave: I finally got power back after 4 days without it. Fuck this week. Rave: ANZAC Day tomorrow, dawn service, a few beers, parade then a lot more beers. Should be a great day.