Constant Rain
More random rants, thoughts, and impromptu storiesArchive for August, 2006
I can’t hold it in anymore!!
All right!! AHH!! You know I can only go for so long without launching a rant about the irritating nature of human beings. I feel like this guy in that some times I really don’t like people AT ALL!! I know that may sound awfully dramatic, but I swear I mean it. Today’s rant isn’t sparked by something that happened today, but I was sitting here thinking and I just started to get so angry!! I usually want my friends and family to feel comfortable at my home. I’ll often say, you know, please, make yourself at home. However, I don’t think that should invite them to lose their mind and any sense of social consideration when messing around in my kitchen. OK, if you haven’t figured out where I’m going with this, I’m talking about people being in my friggin refridgerator or my pantry. Like I said, make yourself at home, but at no time should you KNOWINGLY take the LAST OF ANYTHING!! Like, if you go into the kitchen for a diet coke, and there is only one, AT THAT POINT you should say, “Ooh, Constant, there is only one more coke. Do you mind if I take it??” I will more than likely be happy that you were considerate enough to ask me about it, and I will give it to you. HOWEVER, if you don’t say anything at all, and proceed to drink the damned coke (and I go for one thinking that there is one, mouth all fixed for one and there are none, and you’re sipping on the last of yours and burping), I think that it’s fair for me to hit you in the throat.
AND that goes for the last of anything- last night’s dinner, take out leftovers, any alcoholic beverage, CAKE!?!? (YOU TAKE THE LAST FRIGGIN PIECE OF CAKE AND I’LL SLAP YOU ON THE SPOT), ANYTHING, especially stuff you KNOW I like and go out of the way to obtain, and can’t just ride up to Kroger to replace. The point is, just because the welcome is extended doesn’t mean that you suddenly have to lose all consideration for other people’s space and belongings. WHAT THE HELL???
Vent over. *sigh*
Hi.
Oh my goodness!! :(
I don’t think I have been this tired in a long time. Right now, I’m posting at 6:30am Saturday morning after moving all day yesterday, and I do mean all day. WHO on EARTH told me I needed an upstairs apartment?? Oh yeah, the that was because of the massive ant problem. I consider myself decently fit these days, and I feel ridiculous! My mom is always offering me some sleeping pills, of which i have a nice little collection because as I just said, she always offers and I accept them, but I don’t actually take them. TONIGHT, it’s ON! In the meantime, since I spent most of this night tossing and turning, I’m going to get up and mop my floor. AND Bluez, your suggestion is duly noted.
Before I mop, I think I’m going to go soak.
Simply Amazing!
Yesterday I decided to try to sell my desk before moving into my new apartment (I haven’t moved yet, but am in the process of packing and all that stuff. I’ve never used craig’s list for anything, but I got about 8 responses today, and I already have a taker! Who knew?!? I’d like to sell my entertainment center too, but I’d actually have to put the tv on the floor, and that would just be crazy. lol Anyway, this is wonderful. I never knew it would be that easy to get rid of furniture. I’m going to see what else I can sell…
More about relationships
Once again, I am thinking about relationships after having several long conversations with my friend this weekend during our trip to Orlando, which was hot as hell, by the way. I don’t know how people live in Florida. I mean, Georgia is hot and everything, but I felt like someone was sitting on my shoulders every time I walked outside. Ugh. Anyway, in one discussion, we were talking about relationships and money (and how bad a relationship can be if there are issues regarding this touchy subject). Specifically we were discussing gender “roles” and how some of the traditional rules regarding these roles still persist, although the times have changed dramatically. A young man and woman that I know are having problems after only 1 year of marriage, and have separated. The woman has a doctorate degree and pulls in over 100,000 per year. The man has completed his masters in something or another, has a great job (I mean, *I’d* take his salary without thinking twice), but is not what he wants to be doing. In addition, he makes roughly half that his wife does. Still, an outsider would think they’d be financially set due to their combined income, but they have a lot of bills and expensive taste, and possibly some ego and insecurity issues, making them broke and angry, although on paper they shouldn’t be. I’d explain that more, but I don’t want to lead your responses to the following questions:
BE HONEST: As a man (or woman), how comfortable would you be if your partner earned more (or less) than you? How important is it that their level of education be the same (or greater) than yours?
Stolen from LCCB (and others…)
1) Your Rock Star name: (first pet and current street name) Sandy Lincoln
2) Your Movie Star name: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad’s side and your favourite candy) Roxy Reese’s
3) Your ‘Fly Girl/Guy” name: (first initial of first name and the first two or three letters of your last name) K Ho (heh, heh, heh)
4) Your Detective name: (favourite animal and favourite colour) Maine Coon Blue
5) Your Soap Opera name: (middle name and the city where you were born) Lynn Lansing
6) Your Star Wars name: (first three letters of your last name, last three letters of your mum’s maiden name, and first three letters of your pet’s name) Hodtessan
7) Your Porn Star name: (middle name, father’s middle initial, and the street you grew up on) Lynn Sheffield (That’s a good name… lmao)
Your Superhero name: (’The’, your favourite colour, and the automobile you drive)
The Blue Sidekick (LMAO)
You know, I do have to give credit TO the Scribelicious one for being such a source of entertainment. 
Brief update
Hey. I’m still here. I’ve just been so busy and not busy at the same time. It has just been a little roller coaster ride over here, dealing with the management of my apartment, those losers, a colony of ants in my kitchen and bathroom, a spontanteous move from that apartment, two nails in two different tires followed by their subsequent replacement, and my job situation. I’m on my way to Orlando this weekend to help my friend drive down to visit with her sister who is starting law school. At any rate, I’ll be around.
Fitness update
Well, after my trick back episode from playing laser tag a couple of weeks ago, I decided to step up the the fitness regimen. My friend N and I went to this gym called Ladies Workout Express to inquire about a membership, then to take advantage of a one free week trial. I have only been once, but I have been active each day by running 30 minutes, which is a stretch for me because I was never a distance runner. In fact, I was usually done after 2 laps and don’t EVEN ask me to go farther because I’ll kill you. Anyway I like the gym idea because I wanted to do some classes and I thought that would be fun. I have an array of aerobic exercise tapes at home that I do, but since I moved into my current apartment, I don’t have much space, and I wish I had more (and I wasn’t breathing in the other apartment due to that pesky lung thing, so I wasn’t actually using the the tapes over there). I think I’m finally getting to the point that I don’t feel like garbage when I wake up in the morning, and that pep I was telling Zepplinlady about is here! I feel excellent.
I don’t actually have any scales at home. It is only when I think about it at someone else’s home, or when I go to the doctor’s office that my weight is checked. And they say to check at consistent times, because of fluctuations, but I obviously can’t do that, mostly because I don’t want to obsess about a number. I want to concentrate on how I feel. So I haven’t checked in quite a while, but I checked last Friday, and I’m pleased to announce that I haven’t gained anything over the last 6 weeks or so, despite my new ice cream addiction, and occasional cookies, cake, and enchiladas rice and beans, and I’ve lost a few more pounds, making the total lost roughly 22 pounds. It’s always funny to me when people try (or tried) to guess my weight because it is tucked away so well that no one ever guesses it correctly. I’m also 5′8″. This is precisely why I don’t concentrate on the number because I’d probably look extra crazy if I did shoot for a certain number. But for inquiring minds, I weighed 169 at my last doctor appointment in December.
Now if I could have a job to go with that, please, we’ll be ok over here…
Oh, life
(notice the return of the random rant…)
I think I had the worst interview known to man yesterday. I was so focused on “what if I don’t have a job, it would really suck to be broke and living alone in Atlanta with no job, wouldn’t it??” that I totally clammed up during the interview. It was to the point that I think I sounded like the adults on Charlie Brown. AHH!!
Wait (going to get coffee…)…
Ok I’m back. Who told me to start the stinking day without coffee!?!?
So the interview was really bad, and I’m scared to death about not having a job in 30 days. Instead of wallowing in my sorrows, though, I decided to go running, since that’s my new thing, and then I had ice cream, upon the suggestion, although perhaps not direct, from my dear friend J. It was Rocky Road lite, if there is such a thing, that’s such a joke to me, and I didn’t have a ridiculous amount. WHICH means that I will be thinking about it all day until I get home. I wanted to bring it to work but who brings ice cream to work??
AHH!! Hello?
