Excited - for the first time in a while.

I haven't been able to catch a break lately.  To start things off, I lose my mind and have a mental freak out.  My anxiety has been constantly on the rise.  I'm horribly depressed and lonely. Then, my lower ball joint fails on my car at 70 mph and I go flying across the highway, blow out a tire, and my axle is ripped out, leaving me with a 70 dollar tow bill, and a 90 dollar repair. The following day, I get the shit beat out of me by multiple dudes. Now, three weeks later, I still walk with a limp and can't move my knee much.  After that, I come down with bronchitis and an ear infection so bad that it caused my ear to bleed and partially lose my hearing, which may be permanent.

A little over two months ago, maybe three, I was applying for jobs as an aviation mechanic.  Nowhere seemed to show much interest. Then, just two weeks ago, a company called AAR called me to bring me in for an interview.  I did well in the interview and I took several tests to show my knowledge of airplanes.  I aced all the tests.  They interviewer said they'd get back to me in three weeks to tell me whether or not they'd have a job offer for me.  That was on a Thursday.  The following Monday, I got a phone call with a job offer.

I'm so fucking excited.  I need this change in my life.  I can finally quit my two bullshit jobs and begin my career.  I can finally begin my life.

This video cracked me up.

Hippy Killer handle grips

Got my handle grips from Hippy Killer the other day.  Put them on my bike, and they are so sexy.  Check 'em out.

Sexy, right?  Check out a side view.

 They don't offer much grip, but hey... they look damn good.  Form over function.

Always use cotter pins on ball joints, and don't pick fights with extremely muscular men

So it was a rough weekend.   I was on my way back from Lafayette, on the highway, and all of the sudden I hear a big BOOM.  I swerve across the highway and come to a stop on the side of the road.  My tire is blown and is turned completely sideways.  I look at my lower ball joint and the nut had come off.  "huh, guess I didn't put the cotter pin through the castle nut," I said.  So AAA came and put my car on a flatbed. 35 miles and 70 dollars later, my car was back home.  Oh, and my axle was ripped out too, that was a 90 dollar replacement.  Awesome.

I went to a party on Saturday.  There was this real muscular guy there.  I'm talkin' about a 500+ pound bench.  Dude was HUGE.  Me and him were shootin the shit all night long.  Then some heavy music started playin and people started roughin each other up a bit.  Not fighting, just a little fun push and a shove.  So I told the big guy "don't make me go out there and whoop your ass"  So we started shoving each other and wrestling around.  This guy is strong as hell.  He would push me and I'd literally fly across the garage.  I'd pop right back up and go for more.

One particular time he pushed me and I slipped on some beer, fell, and hit my head.  Some other drunken idiots thought me and this guy, Pete, were fighting.  They were Pete's friends.  So these guys come up and start beating my ass, even though I was already unconscious from hitting my head.  I kept getting up, after regaining consciousness, and then someone would sucker punch me and I'd be out again.  Then some girl chimed in and said I hit her.  Her big bad ass boy friend comes up and starts sucker punching me. Repeatedly. I was knocked out probably 4 or 5 times.  But I kept getting back up, and didn't even have a chance to defend myself.  Pete comes up with his monster arms and chokes me out till I went limp.  Then my buddy tells everyone to leave me the fuck alone, and woke me up.  Every one was all pissed at me, for no reason.  All because they thought I was fighting Pete, and some girl SAID I hit her.  If I did in fact make any contact with her, it was because Pete picked me up and threw me and I came in contact with her.  I didn't throw a single punch.  Probably would have if I was at all conscious throughout this event.

It was pretty fun though.