So. Last night I went to a 21st that included a 20 minute prayer session. Followed by grinding to hiphop. Then I went to karaoke and the last thing I remember is belting out U2s walk on. I may have drunk most of a bottle of Kraken in an hour. I woke up still drunk, and decided I might as well start drinking again as I have this today Link. I tried to make cookies, but instead I made this. This makes me unutterably sad. Although I'll be happy once I eat it. Also, Wiz Khalifa's Cabin Fever mixtape is ridiculous fire.
Excerpt from text conversation with The Girlfriend: I bet her aids tastes different.... Like nutmeg and warm milk. Also I have three days left of this term of grad school. Pro tip: never take three classes at once.
You ever witness something so shocking domestically that it stops you in your tracks, that it stuns with you what actually happened afterward? I just witnessed something like that. I'm trying to work it out in my head, but if anything it reinforces several values I have that I never appreciated before because they seem obvious, as if everyone practiced those values. In terms of impact and how memorable it was, I think its up there with my bro getting sick. Its hard to say if it will retain that memorability, however in the short term holy shit.
So I was walking out of this sushi place today. Just picked up my sushi, went out the door, started walking down the sidewalk, normal as fuck. Then this guy who was walking the other direction stops, looks me right in the eye, and screams in my face "WHAT, I CAN'T SMOKE ON THE BALCONY?!?!?" There was no balcony in sight. I had never seen him before in my life. He didn't look homeless or on drugs, just extremely angry that I apparently wouldn't let him smoke on the balcony. That's all he said, too. After yelling at me he kept on walking, looking back at me with murderous rage for half a block. I've been running it through my head all day, and I just get more and more confused.
I'm not much of a fan of country music but if the genre ever wants to stay relevant it better follow Eric Church. Guy makes some cool music, for country music anyways.
Fucking YES. Toes is my life anthem! Only I'm not from Georgia and I don't roll big fat ones. And I guess I don't play guitar or drink PBR either. BUT FUCK I LOVE THAT SONG.
When I was in college we did this community outreach thing where we went to the local mental institution and played poker with them. Any money they won they would then use to bid on stupid stuff, like a 2 liter of soda. I'm sitting there playing cards, and I hear the woman next to me say something. I wasn't even looking at her, so I turn my head and say, "Excuse me?" She repeats, "I don't think it's any of your business how many medications I take a day." I didn't want to say she was crazy and I didn't say anything, so I just apologized. She looked me dead in the eye and said, "You better be." One of the guys we were with tried to intervene, but I just shook my head at him as it was a fight we weren't going to win and wasn't worth it. It was kind of creepy and sad.
Wait wait. You went to a mental institution and didn't expect someone to be crazy? That's what schizophrenics do. They love that more than pooping in a sack to save for later because the CIA wants to test their stool. Second, who exactly tried to intervene and how? You make it sound like another student wanted to pick a fight with a mentally ill woman in her safe place. Why the fuck would you start an argument with these people where you're a guest?
My list favorite place for clinicals during nursing school was the looney bin. My totally random conversation involved a patient's boyfriend's mother implanting tracking devices up her bum so she could keep tabs on her. his was explained as if we were talking about the weather or any other polite conversation. Another involved somebody shouting out to me "I'M PEEING". When I asked if she needed to be helped to the bathroom she responded "IM PEEING RIGHT NOW". When I was looking for a new job, psych NPS were numerous and paying well into 6 figures. I am assuming they earn every penny of it.
Tempting....tempting. It is March 24, I am looking out the window at 10 inches of snow. My afternoon plan originally called for going to watch the KU game somewhere more interesting than my living room, but that is looking unlikely. I am also looking at a wall of boxes, one of which should be labeled "booze", and more things to pack before I start rooting through already packed boxes. Choices choices.
Of course we expected weird stuff, I just didn't expect to be confronted and then somewhat threatened. And I didn't know how to handle it spur of the moment. The guy wasn't looking to pick a fight, I think his intention was to try to keep it from escalating but since I just acted like I did it and was apologetic, the woman backed off--walking backwards, while nodding her head, staring at me. We weren't stupid.
Went to the city where I lived before to drink with a buddy last night....reminded me why I'm glad to be away from there. Some cute girl with a boyfriend chatted with me, things were going good until she made a comment about disliking bacon. Then she recommended me and my friend come to her church sometime. Her boyfriend and brother had furry Easter costumes on at the bar. So I got drunk and felt better. NSFW
Since its earlish (11:00) I'll go with the cliff notes version because I don't feel like writing out the story. I was at a couples place who are decent friends, more like drinking buddies. They're 35 and polish immigrants off the boat around ~15 years ago. Me and the guy are sitting there playing fifa drinking, decent time. One thing that bothers me is he openly smokes a ton of weed around his 13 year old daughter. The night progresses and the wife and daughter fight. Eventually the daughter starts screaming "she said she sacrificed her body for me and I wasn't worth it". Fucked up thing 1, I'd say thats a good way to emotionally damage the daughter right there. The fighting gets more intense, then their couples friends show up. I know for a fact the guy hits his wife. If I'm around him its not by choice and I do have a hard time not kicking his ass, I'm not mr. tough guy here but I will not tolerate a guy that lays a hand on his wife. Then later on I hear the daughter scream "DON"T TOUCH ME!". Not sure what happened exactly, the scream was remarkable, either way it was nothing good. All I know was that the dad went back to take care of bussiness and was screaming in Polish, and wife beater was back there trying to do what I'm not sure. It was cesspool of fucked up parenting. At that point I got out of Dodge. The poor daughter is a sweet, quiet girl. Its like her parents are actively trying to fuck her up. I say I don't want kids because of my own problems and I'm worried if I had a child they'd experience what I have. But moments like last night make me think I'd do a hell of a lot better job raising a kid than these fuck ups, so maybe having a kid wouldn't be so irresponsible.