Day (-)63

Happy Friday everyone! I decided to change up the title format a little bit for today. I don't know if I really like it or not though, not sure if it's gonna stick around.

So yeah it's a pretty chill/mello morning here in room 334. I think the song "I just wanna run" is like the best Friday song. That's just my personal thoughts on that, I think I will enjoy listening to that in the parking lot before school for the friday before spring break.

Swim meet tonight. That's gonna suck. I'll chill with Erica and talk about FIGHT NIGHT! What's fight night you ask? Basically I'm going over to Erica's house with Brittany next friday and watching a movie while taking shots of powerade and fake-boxing for a couple of hours. If that's not a fun time then I don't know what is...

Well I have homework to do and sleep to catch up on. Later.

64 days

This is some bullshit. Guess who randomly decided to pop back into class today? That prick who stole my seat! Like I'm legitimately pissed off about this, sitting this piece of wood, with a 90 degree angle between the base and back. Does that sound comfortable!? No, it sounds like shit! I swear if he does this crap everyday there will be retaliation. Messing with my aiding period... The gaulle of some people.

Ok, this just in... I'm talking and joking around with Katelyn and Brittany and Jocari and Mr. Hobbs comes over to tell me that I'm "part of the administration" and "can't be mingling with the peons during they're work. Well here's a question for you Mr. Hobbs, with all due respect, if I'm part of the "administration" then where the hell is my chair!? Some mo- bullshit. Just to piss him off I went and walked to the other side of the room to talk to Evan and Jack and Drew.

66 days!

Ok, I have an announcement to make. All douchebags need to pay close attention. Please keep this in mind as you drive your 120 horsepower, unmuffled, weedwacker speed demon around town on my watch.

Driving 65mph on Shelbyville road does NOT make you a NASCAR driver.

It makes you a douche. Damn. That is all.

God I love Hobbs' class. Even when he yells at me for acting a fool he still doesn't have any legitimate authority over me. Which makes it fun. I'm bored.

So I need to work out my budget plan for Feb-Apr. I don't really know how a budget plan works, I just kinda keep in mind how much money I make and I spend LESS than that. That way my savings grow no matter what. But, since spring time is my big money spender and my big money maker isn't until summer, I think it may be a good idea to make up a budget plan, just like I've learned in Junior Acheivement back in 5th grade. Of course posting these plans over the internet is not a good idea, therefore I will transpose the currency to Indian Rupees so everyone has no fucking clue about how much money I'm dealing with.

So right now, in my spending I have 22,872. To get new Sperries, I plan to spend no more than 3,000. That will then set my savings back to about 20,000. So then I have to take into account the springtime clothes shopping extravaganza where I will probably spend about 7,000, putting my savings back to 13,000. That gives me 4,000 to spend on random shit for three months (Starbucks day, etc.). Then the remaining 9,000 will be spent on the cruise. I have a feeling that there's no possible way I could blow nine thousand rupees in just a week but the rupees are there just in case. I spent like 20,500 in two weeks on my trip to Los Angeles but that took 12 days rather than 7. So this budget plan will work out as long as I can support replenishing my 23,000 stockpile of rupees in 3 working months. Pulling in roughly 2,300 per week (very possible) it will only take me like 10 weeks which is 2.5 months. Perfect.

I'm trying to think of any other big things I'll spend rupees on before SB.1.1. Nada...

67 days..

What's up world. To all my loyal readers, good morning.

So I have good news and bad news. Bad news is my wisdom teeth decided to fuck up like a month after surgery. I might need to go get more shit cut out which will hurt a lot. Isn't that some shit? So yeah it's swollen and being a pain in the ass.

Good news. Spring break is only 67 days away! And in like 74 days is my flight back. And I really put some effort into getting a good, pristine, even royal, flight back. I'm going through O'hare. Yes? O'hare. 2nd busiest in the world? Architectural monument, historical landmark, national gateway to our beautiful country. Yeah, O'hare. I'm stoked

See most people hate going through the old orchard because it accounts for like 15% of the world's cancellations and just most people think it sucks. Which is not true. Not true at all. From a pilot's perspective, that place is Valhalla. And I'm going there. And I'm gonna chill for my two and a half hour layover, and it's gonna be bro.

71 days

Alright. It's no learn day today. Snow on it's way, probably gonna get out of here in between 10 and 12 this morning. Which I like.

So I'm over in my 'desk' grading papers and I'm like "yo Hobbs, food?" and he's like "not really, unless you want this apple." and I jump on that shit like a trampline. So that brings me to my thesis of this particular post, that little treats and goodies like an apple make me happy.  I'm just sitting there grading papers, with my apple. Happy as could be. Ok that thesis had less discussion than I had thought.

So Hobbs doesn't want anyone to know this, but his 1st period scored significantly higher than all his other periods on the CASCADE test. Which is awesome. Period one is at the top, all day, every day. Congratulations 1st period. Fuck yeah. God I'm bored..

I'm gonna go look at weather. Later,

72 days

Good morning to all my loyal readers. All 0 of you. It's a nice Wednesday morning and I'm sitting here in my douchey little JROTC uniform like it's a Wednesday morning. But I am convinced it is a Friday today. I know I'm not the day-of-the-week-police but here me out.

Tomorrow starting at like noonish we're getting snow. So it's a mix of a no learn day, with a probable early dismissal. Then no school on the real Friday. So today is Friday. Call me Vardaman with my logic but no fuck you today's Friday.

So I think I was switched into party-mode last night. I was rather dormant and in "party hibernation" to out-last the winter. I mean yeah I went out on New Years to a party but that doesn't really count. I'd say I've been on torpid partying street since Halloween. And I KNOW that in 72 days when I get on that fucking boat I'm going complete hammer on the partying. Like Snooki before she became an alcoholic.

I'm in an academically inclined mood right now. I'm really motivated to read and do calculus and music theory shit.Which is strange, I mean I like calculus enough to do it, and the reading I usually cheat and half-ass. But fuck music theory and everything it entails. Ok I apologize, this whole paragraph has been unorganized and ridiculous. Also I think I've used that "everything it entails" quote before.

Anyways. I'm gonna go do something else.

73 days

Ok. Wtf school. I was having a good morning, drove up with Katelyn and Casey and let my speakers go hammer in the parking lot for like 10 minutes. We're getting some nice rain, being January I haven't seen rain in like a month, and since the parking lots and roads are painted white with too much salt it's nice to have some fresh water clear all that shit out. But I'm getting side-tracked.

This seemingly perfect morning had to be RUINED by a pep rallly at 8 in the morning? What the hell is that? Cut out 2/3's of my aiding period and make us go sit in a hot gym for 45 minutes at 8 in the morning? On the Tuesday after a 3 day weekend everyones just gonna be dead. It's fucking bull.

I didn't do anything this weekend. I had two swim meets, won both of them, but as far as other productive things I didn't do anything. I went to Doug's and we played hunting videogames for like 3 hours straight. That might've been more fun if we had some firewater.

I'm bored.

77 days

It's Friday everybody! I felt the "courier" font would be the most appropriate for today's blog post. And honestly, for the 3rd day in a row, I'm kinda pissed off. Reason being some yoohoo STOLE MY CHAIR. So now I'm in the piece of shit wooden chair with the fucking throw pillow tied onto it so it'd be just a wee-bit tolerable. Yeah it's a bunch of shit. And I could REALLY make fun of this student teacher, he better not plan to steal my chair everyday. Cuz that's not gonna work.

Moving on.

It's hunting weekend this weekend! That's right, hunting weekend. Which will consist of playing hunting games on the wii, in between shooting at paper targets with bb guns. Yeah, that sounds like a fun time doesn't it? What better way to spend a Saturday afternoon?

In other news I have to work on Sunday, and it's a birthday party. Or as I like to call it: death. Thirty to forty kids running around screaming like animals while one particular child gets all the attention and reverence becuase it's his/her birthday. And I gotta sit there and watch them. For three hours.

I don't know what else I'm going to do this period. The children are working on a CASCADE making me bored as hell. I'll go look at expedia.com flights since it's Friday.

78 days

Ok so it's day 2 of FTS mode. For those of you who don't know that stands for "fuck this shit". I was rather pissed off today at having to get up early, AGAIN, but that mood was hampered by some excitement in first period!

Hobbs threw us a curveball and switched up some scenery in his humble little classroom. He switched around the seats so that now I'm surrounded by BeFoxy, Katelyn, Stephanie, and Chandler. That's good. No more Bo or Amos who always point out spelling errors on my blog. I'm like it's not your blog, stfu..

But the bad news is, no more Ashley. Idk what I'm gonna do now that she's gone. Normally she and I would judge half the class (with the exception of BeFoxy, Steph, and Katelyn) and cuss out Bo. Bummer.

So there's only 78 more days until spring break. Although a lot can happen in that 78 days, that's NOT a lot of time. There's still much preparation to be had. I can't think of any examples exactly, but yeah 78 days.

I'm going to sleep, until next time. Good bye

79 days

I am in piss mode. This morning is just NOT my morning. First off, to begin my rant of bullshit, we have school today. And JCPS waited until 5 in the fucking morning to tell us. It's like they keep it a secret and let us party and stay up late. Then we wake up tired as a mother fucker to find that SURPRISE! We have school today.

Then you drive to school, pissed off of course, and get cut off by a school bus!? SCHOOL BUS DRIVERS CAN'T DRIVE! Why do we trust them to our children's lives twice a day? And then there's two inches of snow and ice on the road and they're tearing down the cul de sac at 40 running over mailboxes and shit? CLOSE SCHOOL! AND BO WON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Then. I'm sitting in traffic, right? And I'm at the base of a T-bone intersection at the bottom of a hill. The hill is covered in ice, I see a Honda at the top of the hill, and he's not stopping. About halfway down the hilll I see his wheels lock and he starts sliding right into me. Wait a second, is that? Ryan Whatley? Yes. It is. He STILL hasn't learned to drive that 2 cylinder snot-green piece of shit and now he's about to hit me. He didn't hit me, but I SWEAR, if he did shit would've happened. I was already screaming at him from the inside of my car as I saw his dumbass blank face through the window while he tried to swerve his annoying little weedwacker to a stop. That kid is stupid as shit. I hope he wrecks that ugly ass car of his into a tree, and I hope the tree lives. And I hope that tree and all his/her tree friends giggle their asses off at Whatley and his wrecked and (finally) silenced joke of a car.

That felt good. B-t-dubs I had my Air Force interview yesterday. It went well. I have some follow up paper work to do at UofL today. One last thing, question for my future self... Did you know that this day was the day I break up with Hope?

81 days

Good morning everybody.  It's Monday, and you know what that means. It means today sucks. And everyone's tired. I'm not exactly as tired because I went to bed at like 9:30 last night and got eight or nine hours of sleep. But I'm still kind of drowsy.

I was in bed thinking last night about breakfast. And how, depending on the way it's presented, breakfast can be either really awesome, or really shitty. I would like to take the time now to commemorate all my favorite breakfasts. These are my top five BEST breakfasts of all time:

5. Over spring break last year, aboard the cruise ship, breakfast was a common thing. Often presented lavishly and ornate-like, and serving a palatte of delicious breakfast-type food. Although I typically overslept the extravagant breakfast, there was one day, (the day I was in Belize) that I made the early meal with my dad. I had just fruit and fruit loops, but the scenery and sitaution made this my #5 Best Breakfast Ever.

4. I don't remember this particular breakfast nearly as well as the other 4. It was when I was in Germany, and breakfast was commonly eaten there as well. I can't recall the actual date or instance of this specific breakfast, but it was certainly delicious. I had freshly baked bread, and fresh homemade jam and jelly, with a thin %2 milk that washed everything down. After this breakfast, I returned to the hotel room to watch MTV music videos and sleep in a little longer. The authentic German style cooking, delicious and hospitable, made this breakfast the #4 Best Breakfast Ever.

3. This breakfast was the most recent. It was on my return flight from Los Angeles over the summer, when I had a red-eye flight from LAX-CLE (Cleveland). I was starving by the time I made it to Cleveland and was really craving a delicious breakfast. I decided to get a breakfast bagel from "America's Bagel" or something like that. It was chocked full of thick meaty ham, melted yellow cheese, and warm filling eggs. All between two toasted warm slices of warm fresh bagel bread. A few chocolate chips had melted inside the bagel as well to really enhance the overall taste. I ate this at the gate of my next flight, while texting my friends and family.

2. Rewind a little bit to like freshman year. I can't remember the occasion, but Mike Ydoate was throwing some sort of party or get together. The night consisted of Halo, Guitar Hero, and various other time-wasters. As morning came, we woke up to a rather large and fancy breakfast outside on the patio overlooking the 7th Hole of the Lake Forest Golf Course. Breakfast was made for about 10 people, served with milk, orange juice, and water. In the center of the set table there was plate after plate of entree's. Included were bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, and just about every other breakfast food imaginable. It was quite refreshing and therefore I would consider it my #2 Best Breakfast Ever.

1. Now for Number One. The BEST breakfast I have ever had in my life. Ready? I was in Florida with my dad as he was on business. Staying at the Don Cesar Hotel Resort for a week. The hotel was fantastic and I had a great stay. The last day there, I ate breakfast with my dad and his company atop the roof of the hotel, overlooking both the intercoastal waterway, yacht harbor, and St. Petersburg/Clearwater Beach. Breakfast was buffet style, serving the typical breakfast items, with optional juice to drink along side OJ, milk and water. This delicious breakfast, while in the ambient Florida morning air, and overlooking the beach, appreciating the sounds of the sounds of the ocean, was easily the best breakfast I have ever had.

This was really long and pointless...

84 days

Whats up companjeros? I'm in a pretty slap-dick mood right now. This coffee is not much helping. So yeah today may just in fact suck. I can't think of anything to write about. Amos is being a little shit. nothing out of the ordinary...

85 days

Holy shit I'm in a good mood today. It's like the past three really sucky days just fused together overnight to make one concentrated day of pleasantness for me to enjoy. I completely let my beat rip apart the parking lot this morning, letting your beat pound in the parking lot before school is like a remedy. It's as if the subwoofer literally beats the bitterness out of you. They may say an apple a day can keep the doctor away, but I think that letting your beat pound each morning will keep your temper from storming. Take that for an advisory poem.

So I stayed up last night until like 11:30 trash talking j-town kids on facebook. It's loads and loads of fun. For those of you who don't know, j-town plays eastern this friday and shit WILL get crazy. There are several "hoodrats" who would like to beat the humor out of me. To those people: bring it.

Hope came over yesterday. We watched the bourne identity and chilled on the couch. Pretty chill afternoon. I think I'm begining to rant. And I have homework to do. Thus, I shall depart.

86 days

So I'm getting tired of this day to day crap. Every single day it's the exact same thing.
-Wake up before the sun rises
-Go to school.
-Rot
-Go home
-Sleep
-Swim
-Sleep
-Repeat
EVERYDAY. I'm getting sick of it. Except once February rolls around the "swim" will be replaced with "screw around by my lonesome". Then day to day life will be at least somewhat tolerable. Once February comes I'll be able to generally stick it out until Spring Break and SBXI will be amazing and change my life for years to come. The months in between SBXI and summer break will be simple because I should still be drunk from spring break. Hell yeah. Then I'm done. With the public school system FOREVER. Then I can go on to fly and travel and live.

Speaking of which. I decided that there's no way in hell I can live so... whats the word, repetitively? Monotonous! That's it. If my routine when I'm 25 is wake up; go to work; go home; go to bed; then I'm SCREWED. However if my routine looks more like a flightline (HNL-NRT-HNL-CHS-FCO-MIA-HNL?) then I'm in good condition. And of course after that flightline I'm going in Pearl Harbor. Yeah, that's life. Not this...

Moving on. I just made the realization that life can be compared to a flight line. Hear me out I think I got something here. It can be repetive and boring.; like my life now I'm talking MEM-SDF-MEM-SDF-MEM. It can be repetive and interesting; like my summer'10 would be ATL-MIA-LAX-ATL triangle flightline. And it can be (the best alternative) interesting and unique. Much like the life I wish to soon live and the lines I wish to fly.

Well that will be decided for me someday. Right now it's really dead outside. I wonder what I'll think of this when I read it next. Assuming I'll probably read this next on the Friday night before SBXI. If so: lucky you...

87 days

What's up? So I was driving to school today, thinking as usual, well no back up. I'm telling this speech wrong. Ok start over.

So I woke up this morning in a really pissy mood. I was "down in the dumps" you would say? No I wasn't really sad I was just pissed off and hating life. I was like "fuck this, I don't want anymore school, there's nothing to look forward to, etc." Ok now back to where I was...  So I was driving to school today, thinking as usual and I thought to myself that I in fact have a ton of shit to look forward to, cruise, college, etc. In fact the culmination of the time period October-April is the cruise. Six months of psych compacted into one week. That's gonna be crazy.

Oh yeah I had a very adventuresome dream last night. It was like me and my dad were in Vietnam on vacation, and like my dad had some business meeting in another southeast asian country so he wanted to fly. But I convinced him to instead take a bus for 30$ that woud take us through Mumbai India. But I woke up before we got there. Oh and the bus would've been very dangerous for some reason.

88 days...

And I'm back. I had a good break. It went well. Instead of specifically describing each event I'll just give my loyal readers a highlight reel...
-going out with Hope
-went to Salt Lake City
-Flight got messed up so I got upgraded to first class
-Drank beer with the dude in first class (nice?)
-discovered I'm related to Mormon prophet Brigham Young
-skied and timed myself, surpassing 50mph
-RC helicopter for Christmas
-hungout with Hope
-Wisdom teeth out
-pain killers
-more pain killers
-new years party
-pain killers

And here I am. And now we enter the dead months! What're the dead months you ask? They're the two months, January and February, where a majority of the country looks (hence the name) dead. So very dead indeed. And since everything is dead, and the days are shorter, people tend to experience a seasonal depression. This shit sucks. So luckily I've discovered that this will be a very short dead month period. Because...

There's no swim meets until the 14th, so the first two weeks is easy. After the 14th meet there's the 23rd meet and then regionals is just a week after that. So January is cake. Then February is short and there's no swim practice so that's like 4 weeks of nonsense so all of February will fly and BAM it's March.

March is the true challenge. There will be only 4 weeks until the cruise, and school will be on my ass. So yeah. I'm signing off now. Later.