The EPIC Turkey Day.. ZOMG & THE EPIC XMAS D.T BOOM ROASTED!

58* at my desk, and word is the drought is going to last through next year. Fuck me.

 

I agree with this. Tights too.

Edit: On another note, I had a few beers last wednesday night since I was off work, but I didn't do near as much drinking as I normally do over the Thanksgiving break. I think I'm going to have some whisky tonight. Ooh, or maybe I'll stop by the corner liquor store and see if they have any good Christmas seasonal beers!

 

Shiner Seasonal is nice. I'm partial to the Light Blonde though.

I got home last night and The Guy had busted off into the scotch.

 

They are truly the worst people at college. Let's explore why:

- I'm not saying every art student is a hipster, but I AM saying that every square is a rectangle.

- The art sector of college is crammed with mouthpieces, charlatans and showoffs that refuse to see the world through anything except their own eyes.

- As said, their schedules are OVERWHELMINGLY less stressful than the majority of students studying for a degree in a field where they can actually get a job.

- I was an art student.

- Art students in the field of theatre or acting are just about the worst people on earth. You should be given an honourary degree just for being able to hang around them without killing them with your bare hands. Fuck you and your black turtlenecks and unwashed hair and surly cult-ish attitudes. I hope you get sealed in a dumpster filled with kerosine, fire-breathing sharks and flame-retardant barracudas.

Always bringing re-heated pasta around with them the class and study groups or whutnot. Do they EVER eat at home?

 

This brought a smile to my face...

edit:
On the subject of legwarmers, I've learned to appreciate them in the past few years. Along with a good pair of tights, compression pants, and racerback sports bras.

 

So, fun fact, my alarm radio went off the other morning and what did I get to wake up to but a mo-town cover of How You Remind Me.

Go.

 

I don't understand this. People constantly have something on them. Bottles of water, bags of food. At school, at work, walking around stores. For fuck's sake, EAT AT HOME. Go self sooth in the bathroom if you must. Is it a defense mechanism? A conversation starter? Thank god I'm going deaf because the chomping and swigging and stomach roiling and wrapper crinkling is bad enough as it is. Fucking grease stained fingers on everything. It's somewhat unprofessional at work (for those that get a lunch break) to constantly be chomping/smacking/sucking and staining shit, but in class it's outright rude. No, please, lick your fingers clean before handing me something. I go for a lecture and discussion, not to get cheetos aerosol blasted into the air.

Also, Lit Majors are just as bad as the artsy folk. You can't have a rational discussion about anything without them critiquing it, deconstructing it, or alluding to some extant work that is either boring as shit or holds no sway in the conversation. Tedious minds parroting pompous professors.

 

Anyone tried Ebenezer Ale before?


Just bought a six pack and I really have no idea what to expect. Bought that and a six pack of the Sam Adams winter lager, since I know that's good. I need to make a trip to the bigger store a couple miles down the road to see if they have the Shiner winter seasonal.

They also had some Pumpkin Cream Liqueur, and I was so tempted just out of curiosity. Maybe this weekend, although I have no idea what you would mix it with.

 

I can imagine a percentage of psych majors (I have known very few) are probably
intolerable to be in the room with.

 

Is it bad if this makes me miss the gym? A lot?

 

Awkward family moments. As if you really had no idea.

 

Not a bit. I love my job. Coaching people through their journey is one of the most satisfying endeavors I've ever taken on...I can't wait to train people, every day.

Two of my folks left this morning...we cried.

 

MY SNAP-ON TOOLBOX JUST CAME IN!!!

Bad news: It's the wrong color (blue instead of black).

Good news: They offered to take $500 off of the cost of the box!!! So I'm gonna have a blue toolbox now.

This is what I'm going to pick up tomorrow:



KRA2318: 53"x38"x20". 18 ball-bearing-riding drawers of possibilities... Someone give me a cigarette, 'cause I just came.

The next step is to find a hot chick to pose on it for the publicity photos. I had this one girl in mind who has done modeling for some motorcycle magazines, but she just had brain surgery and her head is shaved (I am not making this up).

Any Tibettes wanna visit Texas?

 

I bet the professionals that have seen some shit would be a blast to have a few drinks with. The students would be f'n intolerable.

Go figure, the two psych majors I know are people with immeasurable personal problems. The more poisoned a personality the more it seems like they want to heal others to heal themselves, or spread that poison around in a whirlwind of self delusion and morbid advice.

 

So, not looking to advertise to punks/metalheads? A massive scar and some head-stubble might do the trick.

 

I just recorded a test draft for one of the audio tours for this business I'm starting up soon and, oh man, listening to the sound of your own voice is so incredibly uncomfortable. I don't understand how anyone could get used to it. I had to laugh while listening to the unedited playback, though, because the whole thing was like "Blah blah blah GAH. DAMN IT. blah blah blah *dramatic sigh* blah blah blah DAMN. blah blah blah UGH. blah blah blah DAMN IT." Talking isn't easy, apparently. It's also pretty clear that I feel kind of self-conscious about attempting to be theatrical while talking aloud by myself in my room. Next time, the plan is drink beforehand, just enough to not feel silly. That'll work, right?

Edit:

It is my belief that the psychologists/psychiatrists of the world are among the most fucked up people in it. Just from personal experience, the period where I wanted to be a psychologist perfectly aligned with my most awful period of my life, and the only people I know who've considered the profession have had pretty shitty lives too. Why else would you be wondering about all of that stuff? And this isn't a negative judgment, for the most part. Not that (good) psychologists share much, if at all, of their personal lives, but I would totally trust one that had actually gone through some shit more than someone who had learned everything they know from books.

 

Ah, that is nice. Very nice. Have fun filling it... with tools...

Spoiler

I'm actually jealous. Shiny new toolbox and $500 off? Fuck yeah.

 

I've actually always really wanted a cool toolbox like that. I have a dinky little toolbox from Ikea that is actually extremely helpful, but doesn't make me feel really cool, which is more important. I would love to build something. I thought woodshop in high school was a lot of fun. We have an extra room in our apartment that we don't know what to do with because none of us have had an extra room in our apartments ever since we moved out of our parents' houses, and I want to make it some kind of cool workshop for arts and crafty things and for manly building projects alike. That would be so awesome. I just don't know what I'd make.

 

Still going to cost you like 5K. to much for a tool box for me. Waterloo and Jet both make nice ones for much less.

 

Adulthood: spending hundreds and hundreds of dollars to make shitty chores slightly less shitty.