Good morning everybody. I hope everyone's having a great start to the day. I, for one, am getting quite stoked about going to the SLC in like 3 days. It's like a mecca of wintery shit going on right now. We got a winter storm coming tonight that will more than likely land me out of school tomorrow. Then it's off to the Great Salt Lake where they get lake effect snow every 3 hours.
I should be watching the exciting conclusion to Finding Nemo right now. But Hobb's is on douche street and won't let me go. It's a bunch of shit if you ask me.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
108 days
Spring break is just around the corner. But before spring break is winter break, and I'm stoked.
Ashley's been telling me all about living in the ghetto today. It's quite interesting. Now I'm tired and I don't feel like 'blogging'.
Ashley's been telling me all about living in the ghetto today. It's quite interesting. Now I'm tired and I don't feel like 'blogging'.
Friday, December 10, 2010
112 days
Happy Friday everyone. I couldn't post yesterday because Hobbs' computer was on fail mode. I got my Starbucks, sending out some good Friday morning texts, going to the game later. A solid start to the weekend. I'm deciding to scrap my piece of literature. Four paragraphs are enough.
So I'm hanging out with this girl Hope tonight. She's pretty cool. We'll see how that goes. I'm sure I'll keep you updated. She says she has a poem hung up somewhere in the school. I've accepted the challenge to find it! So far I have no leads. But seriously, I'm gonna find that damn thing.
So around September 12th I wrote a letter to myself. I didn't intend to have any set time to read it, but more recently I decided to read it on the plane on the way to Salt Lake City in a week. And honestly, it's tearing me apart. I only remember like two lines of that letter: "I don't know where you are right now" and "You know more about that than me". Seriously that's crazy intense. I probably say some really insightful shit to myself in that letter, which will be very interesting to read now that I'm so much wiser. Totally.
Well it's poker time, later.
So I'm hanging out with this girl Hope tonight. She's pretty cool. We'll see how that goes. I'm sure I'll keep you updated. She says she has a poem hung up somewhere in the school. I've accepted the challenge to find it! So far I have no leads. But seriously, I'm gonna find that damn thing.
So around September 12th I wrote a letter to myself. I didn't intend to have any set time to read it, but more recently I decided to read it on the plane on the way to Salt Lake City in a week. And honestly, it's tearing me apart. I only remember like two lines of that letter: "I don't know where you are right now" and "You know more about that than me". Seriously that's crazy intense. I probably say some really insightful shit to myself in that letter, which will be very interesting to read now that I'm so much wiser. Totally.
Well it's poker time, later.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
114 days
Well it's another cold day. It's like 15 degrees out. We'd have some serious tundra conditions if there was no atmospheric moisture or snow on the ground. We do have more of a polar ice land. It's pretty sweet. I like it. Watch out, I'm about to break out into some literature...
The weather has always had a tight grip on my attention. The boring weather doesn't affect me as much. The beautiful days; cloudless skies, slight breeze with a high of 75, don't entertain me in the way it may satisfy an old lady with nothing much going for her. That type of weather is easy to fly in, easy to get along in. Too easy perhaps.
I like chaotic, often scary, weather. The type of weather such as straight-from-hell thunderstorms that you can see in the distance coming towards you for an hour-just enough time to admire it before bracing for impact. I like wind faster than trains. I like snow to bury my hindrances away. And if we lived in the appropriate area I assume I'd appreciate sandstorms as well.
Chaotic weather takes your mind off the usual crap of the day, offering an escape per se. An escape that will lead you away from your worries and allows exposition to natures true fury. It offers an escape to not only observe, but to play. Although there's obviously inherent danger with playing around in a thunderstorm, I can think of no better treat to blow off some steam towards the end of a day all too similar to the rest.
Of course you'll never catch my flying through a thunderstorm, or any other weather I know I can't handle, but don't be surprised if I'm in the air for a gusty October afternoon, battling twenty knot gusts. Don't be surprised if (in some years) you see me flying into a CATIII airport with a 500ft ceiling, and no autoland. I don't intend to put myself nor my passengers into any unsafe operations, but I enjoy to brave a challenge. It's just another way to escape from the boring regularities of every other day, and into more entertaining skies.
If not chaotic, I prefer weather that is more difficult to explain. The complex reason I appreciate it so traces back to my love for travel. Weather that can reflect a place is perhaps the more beautiful then any sunrise over the Gulf Coast.
Imagine a waterfall, surrounded by dense jungle upon a mountainside in Central America....
Bell's about to ring. I'll continue this tomorrow. Btdubs i'm giving blood today. awesome.....
The weather has always had a tight grip on my attention. The boring weather doesn't affect me as much. The beautiful days; cloudless skies, slight breeze with a high of 75, don't entertain me in the way it may satisfy an old lady with nothing much going for her. That type of weather is easy to fly in, easy to get along in. Too easy perhaps.
I like chaotic, often scary, weather. The type of weather such as straight-from-hell thunderstorms that you can see in the distance coming towards you for an hour-just enough time to admire it before bracing for impact. I like wind faster than trains. I like snow to bury my hindrances away. And if we lived in the appropriate area I assume I'd appreciate sandstorms as well.
Chaotic weather takes your mind off the usual crap of the day, offering an escape per se. An escape that will lead you away from your worries and allows exposition to natures true fury. It offers an escape to not only observe, but to play. Although there's obviously inherent danger with playing around in a thunderstorm, I can think of no better treat to blow off some steam towards the end of a day all too similar to the rest.
Of course you'll never catch my flying through a thunderstorm, or any other weather I know I can't handle, but don't be surprised if I'm in the air for a gusty October afternoon, battling twenty knot gusts. Don't be surprised if (in some years) you see me flying into a CATIII airport with a 500ft ceiling, and no autoland. I don't intend to put myself nor my passengers into any unsafe operations, but I enjoy to brave a challenge. It's just another way to escape from the boring regularities of every other day, and into more entertaining skies.
If not chaotic, I prefer weather that is more difficult to explain. The complex reason I appreciate it so traces back to my love for travel. Weather that can reflect a place is perhaps the more beautiful then any sunrise over the Gulf Coast.
Imagine a waterfall, surrounded by dense jungle upon a mountainside in Central America....
Bell's about to ring. I'll continue this tomorrow. Btdubs i'm giving blood today. awesome.....
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
115 days
Good morning everybody. I took a happy pill (caffeine, chill out) and I'm in a good mood this morning. I had a chat with Mr. Rullan before school about stuff and I realized something. It's only the coolest of teachers that don't care when you say expletives in front of them. For example Mr. Rullan just laughed when I said "...and all that shit..." in front of him, dubbing him a cool teacher.
I guess that's all for me now. I gotta do some calculus homework. Fantastic.
I guess that's all for me now. I gotta do some calculus homework. Fantastic.
Monday, December 6, 2010
116 days
What's up world? I'm having myself a pretty chill Monday morning. It's snowing outside. Or at least I think it is. It might just be snow blowing off the roof creating the illusion that it's snowing. Nah it's probably snowing.
So we have two weeks til winter break, two weeks til my snow adventure in Utah. But only one week until finals week. And of course seniors are exempt from finals and just watch movies all week so I like to consider it one week until winter break.
I had a swim meet on Saturday. Talked to this girl. Got her number. She's pretty cool. More on that later.
Oh! I have to tell you about Hawaii! So I've determined that out of every place in the world, I have the highest chance of living in Honolulu Hawaii at least once between the ages of 22 and 44. Don't ask how I came up with that, but it's true. I'd bet money. So I was looking at like the city of Honolulu and Waikiki and all that jazz, and I've come to the conclusion that Waikiki is the South Beach of the Pacific Rim. I think I'm ready for that...
So we have two weeks til winter break, two weeks til my snow adventure in Utah. But only one week until finals week. And of course seniors are exempt from finals and just watch movies all week so I like to consider it one week until winter break.
I had a swim meet on Saturday. Talked to this girl. Got her number. She's pretty cool. More on that later.
Oh! I have to tell you about Hawaii! So I've determined that out of every place in the world, I have the highest chance of living in Honolulu Hawaii at least once between the ages of 22 and 44. Don't ask how I came up with that, but it's true. I'd bet money. So I was looking at like the city of Honolulu and Waikiki and all that jazz, and I've come to the conclusion that Waikiki is the South Beach of the Pacific Rim. I think I'm ready for that...
Friday, December 3, 2010
119 days
Hey everybody! I'm back! Sorry for not posting in a while but Hobbs' computer decided to not work for a week or two.
So it's christmas time. That means decorations. Last night I hung about 40$ worth of christmas shit up in my room. I ran the numbers and apparently i have like 650 bulbs illuminating the room. It's very bright and awesome. Really adds ambiance to the room. I decided that I'm totally embracing these holidays.
I saw my bro tanner last weekend. We totally FSU'd. Funny story actually. On the last night we were really in the business of going out partying. But there were no good parties and bardstown road was dead. So we went home early, and defeated. Not a minute after I got on facebook, this girl brittany invited me over to chill with her and her friend erica. Hell to the yes much? So we did that. Good stuff.
Not much else to talk about, well there is but i'm tired of typing. So I'm off to play online poker. Yes. Sir. later
So it's christmas time. That means decorations. Last night I hung about 40$ worth of christmas shit up in my room. I ran the numbers and apparently i have like 650 bulbs illuminating the room. It's very bright and awesome. Really adds ambiance to the room. I decided that I'm totally embracing these holidays.
I saw my bro tanner last weekend. We totally FSU'd. Funny story actually. On the last night we were really in the business of going out partying. But there were no good parties and bardstown road was dead. So we went home early, and defeated. Not a minute after I got on facebook, this girl brittany invited me over to chill with her and her friend erica. Hell to the yes much? So we did that. Good stuff.
Not much else to talk about, well there is but i'm tired of typing. So I'm off to play online poker. Yes. Sir. later
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