What's up today everyone? You may be noticing that the timestamp on this post is a healthy 2 hours late. That is due to the 2hour delay to school this morning.
I still don't know why we have a two hour delay, but I'm not bitching bout it. We have a nice rain to wash the winter-crusted bird shit off my car, and green up the scenery a little bit, hopefully stunting the growth of those Bradford Pear Trees. I opened the window right next to me, appreciating the sound of the rain.
So I was thinking. If I could choose what my image was, I would totally go with "generally delightfull, with a few surprises". Like that just totally describes me.
Ok Hobbs is a Nazi. Every time he get's near, while I'm talking to Brook or Katel or Megan I get nervous. Oh well. I shan't give a damn.
So Summer draws nearer. Even though Spring is extremely close, It's time to start planning for Summer. My parents agreed on the Miami trip, we just gotta plan it now. I'm also slowly trying to plant the idea of me visiting LAX again in the latter half of the season via inception. I will keep you posted.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
35 days
It's Friday and I have way too many muffins. Case is at the state swim meet, unfortunately for her, so it was just me and Katel for the ride to school. Instead of the usual Starbucks, we hit up some my favorite muffin. That which is extremely cheap, something I didn't understand until recently. I got 2 big muffins and 2 little muffins and a cup of Joe and it was like $3. And now I have this huge ass bag of muffins that looks so incriminating as I walk through the halls. "Oh shit Decker has a lot of muffins..."
The coffee this morning is quite interesting. Certainly flavored, I can tell, with some weakish brand of coffee. I'd say like Folger's plus half a shot of coffeemate. Of which isn't my most preferred drink but hey it's coffee and why not change it up a bit from my usual pike's place or casi cielo. It's a good thing to have a preferred usual. A usual route, routine, beverage, activity, etc. But it's twice as healthy to change that usual route routine, etc. every now and then just to mix it up. Yeah...Soul-words right there.
I'd like to see the word "chief" be used sarcastically more often. It was never a very popular term and has died out a bit since, but I would like to see it brought back. Like when Hobbs came up to commandier the computer, I was all like "Take it chief." It's such an eloquent smartass remark, that's not yet smartassed enough to be taken offensively. Another word that could be used more often is "comandante". I will instantly respect anyone who uses that word correctly. "Who's the comandante of this here establishment?"
"Uhh, the manager?"
Yeah that's a good word. Definitely gonna be using that one in the future.
BeFoxy just signed out. One less thing for Hobbs to bitch at me about.
This coffee comes and goes as far as quality is concerned. Some sips are delicious, others are not. After drinking it to wash down the muffin it seems weaker. This would be much better if it had french or italian or heavens forbid Sumatra. I like coffee...
So it's the last Friday of the dead months. Come Tuesday next week it will be march and it wil begin looking less and less like hell. So I need to prepare! First off, gym. No more of this swimming crap to get buff because as a matter of fact it will not buff you up at all. I'm going free weights. Once a day. Spring break is in 5 weeks. Gotta start putting in some work.
Another thing, March will be a "sober month". You know what that entails. And not the usual sober month it's a hardcore sober month. I'm going cold water on EVERYTHING. Dr. Pepper, no more. I'm switching to minutemaid. Actually Dr. Pepper is the primary substance involved in the month-long ban. Also, I gotta prepare to party. I need a DVR or some other strong ass tail that I will drink like everynight the week before Spring Break. Get my systems ready for the most extreme party week of the year.
So yesterdays post did in fact break a record. It actually shattered it. The record was about 750 words and I crushed it with a grand total of 1,339 words. If I take this entire blog, and put it into a book at the end of this year, I will literally have a small novel.
I'm bored. Actually, neigh. I'm chill. New campaign. Interchange the word bored for chill as much as possible. Next time you're bored, think to yourself. "Am I really bored? Or am I just so fucking chill that it's creating an illusion that I'm bored?". Right now for example. I'm like "Fuck I'm bored." Then I was like, "no, nevermind I'm just really chill". I think this campaign will be able to eliminate boredom for the several upcoming months. I will run this campaign alongside the "Anti-Bitch Campaign", which recieved instant popularity upon bringing it up at lunch.
My goal of these campaigns is to make life better for everyone. And these two campaigns, if successful, will make boredom and incessant biching a thing of the past. Count on it.
It's Calculus time. Gotta get a problem up on the board. Munch on one of the remaining muffins in my next preiod. Sip on the coffee which is only half gone now. Adí...
The coffee this morning is quite interesting. Certainly flavored, I can tell, with some weakish brand of coffee. I'd say like Folger's plus half a shot of coffeemate. Of which isn't my most preferred drink but hey it's coffee and why not change it up a bit from my usual pike's place or casi cielo. It's a good thing to have a preferred usual. A usual route, routine, beverage, activity, etc. But it's twice as healthy to change that usual route routine, etc. every now and then just to mix it up. Yeah...Soul-words right there.
I'd like to see the word "chief" be used sarcastically more often. It was never a very popular term and has died out a bit since, but I would like to see it brought back. Like when Hobbs came up to commandier the computer, I was all like "Take it chief." It's such an eloquent smartass remark, that's not yet smartassed enough to be taken offensively. Another word that could be used more often is "comandante". I will instantly respect anyone who uses that word correctly. "Who's the comandante of this here establishment?"
"Uhh, the manager?"
Yeah that's a good word. Definitely gonna be using that one in the future.
BeFoxy just signed out. One less thing for Hobbs to bitch at me about.
This coffee comes and goes as far as quality is concerned. Some sips are delicious, others are not. After drinking it to wash down the muffin it seems weaker. This would be much better if it had french or italian or heavens forbid Sumatra. I like coffee...
So it's the last Friday of the dead months. Come Tuesday next week it will be march and it wil begin looking less and less like hell. So I need to prepare! First off, gym. No more of this swimming crap to get buff because as a matter of fact it will not buff you up at all. I'm going free weights. Once a day. Spring break is in 5 weeks. Gotta start putting in some work.
Another thing, March will be a "sober month". You know what that entails. And not the usual sober month it's a hardcore sober month. I'm going cold water on EVERYTHING. Dr. Pepper, no more. I'm switching to minutemaid. Actually Dr. Pepper is the primary substance involved in the month-long ban. Also, I gotta prepare to party. I need a DVR or some other strong ass tail that I will drink like everynight the week before Spring Break. Get my systems ready for the most extreme party week of the year.
So yesterdays post did in fact break a record. It actually shattered it. The record was about 750 words and I crushed it with a grand total of 1,339 words. If I take this entire blog, and put it into a book at the end of this year, I will literally have a small novel.
I'm bored. Actually, neigh. I'm chill. New campaign. Interchange the word bored for chill as much as possible. Next time you're bored, think to yourself. "Am I really bored? Or am I just so fucking chill that it's creating an illusion that I'm bored?". Right now for example. I'm like "Fuck I'm bored." Then I was like, "no, nevermind I'm just really chill". I think this campaign will be able to eliminate boredom for the several upcoming months. I will run this campaign alongside the "Anti-Bitch Campaign", which recieved instant popularity upon bringing it up at lunch.
My goal of these campaigns is to make life better for everyone. And these two campaigns, if successful, will make boredom and incessant biching a thing of the past. Count on it.
It's Calculus time. Gotta get a problem up on the board. Munch on one of the remaining muffins in my next preiod. Sip on the coffee which is only half gone now. Adí...
Thursday, February 24, 2011
36 days
And happy almostfridayday. I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is Zorno is out of town for these two days and I get my good old chair back for a few days. I can go for that, I love that, thanks for the treat Sir Zorn. The bad news is I have to use the bathroom. So I will do that now...
Ok I hath returned. So all two out of my two best friends are flying today. Lucky sons o' bitches. We got Alex rockin some LAX-CVG-PIT and Doug rocking some SDF-DTW-BUF. Ain't that some shit? And I get the pleasure of staying in Louisville on like the first monsoon day of the Spring session. I shall not bitch though, as in 36 days, 5 weeks and a day, I will be hitting up SoFlo for some R&R.
Speaking of bitching. I'm running an anti-bitch campaign. I'm trying to bitch as little as possible, like I'm not necessarily accustomed to bitching, but I'm trying to do it less and less as we grow closer to Spring Break. See here's the reason, I hate it when people bitch for shit they shouldn't be bitching about. For example, my nigga Alex K. is skipping school to take a redeye flight to visit colleges in Pittsburg. Now that sounds like a party in the air, it is in fact. He is skipping school to attend an aerial party. And he's BITCHING about not having a window seat. I'm like Alex it's a redeye, it's night you won't be able to see anything. Anyway, long story short it's a piss poor thing to bitch about. I don't hear Doug bitching about his flight.
Don't get me wrong there are certain things that are pretty much a-okay to bitch about. Like the dude who got caught jackin it in the school bathroom. I'd be PISSED if that rumor were spreading around about me. And if I were that certain gentlemen, I'd likely be bitching about my current hypothetical situation. Another example, your car get's totalled by some junior chick who can't drive and is texting. Yeah, I'd bitch for days about that. And that's ok, if you have a shitty situation and there's nothing you can do about it much, bitch all you want. But don't bitch when your situation is better than the mean population. Shit...
So I love me some R&R. Relaxation and Recreation. It may also stand for RailRoad which is also cool but it's not what I'm referring to by R&R. I need a good solid day of R&R per month. And not some crap low-quality R&R I'm talking about situations that are specifically tailored-made to yield R&R to all. A perfect example is the Regional Swim Meet; 8 hours, free food, girls+swim suits, no school, that's some R&R. I'm thinking if our basketball team goes to state I'll get more than one R&R day for the month of March. R&R offers such a nice break from the usual hussle and bustle of my life. Don't get me wrong my life is typically of the more relaxing persuasion, betwixt stressfree and mellow. It's like Waterfront Wednesday during the Summer. You've worked for like 6 days out of the passed week and it's Wednesday and you just finished work and closing up and you're walking to your car in the parking lot, and you're like "You know what? Let's go to the waterfront, chuck a ball around, hear some music. Yeah...". Totally chill.
Ok next topic. What was I gonna talk about... Hold on it's coming back. Ah yes. I was thinking this morning in the car of Katel's driveway waiting for her to come outside, per usual. I get some good, often useless, thinking done in that particular location between the times 6:58 and 7:03 (Eastern Standard Time). So today I was thinking. I think I'm gonna start a new paragraph for this particular thesis.
Picture this. It's summer, long drive to wherever. Or it could be a short drive. It's 89 degrees outside with like 50-60% humidity due to the rain event prior. You have A/C cranked up and the air in the car begins to go from comfortable, to a bit chilly. It'd be far too hot to roll down a window, but it'd be too cold to keep the A/C up. What do you do? You turn of the A/C but leave the air fans on. After about two minutes, the air coming out of that vent is somewhat chilled air, but it's like moist as hell. So moist that it creates a thin layer of mositure coating your hands and most leathery surfaces of the car, creating a light "sticky" sensation. Familiar? Yeah so that feeling is pretty common in th summer, and it's not necessarily desireable. But I got to thinking, I haven't felt that feeling in like 6 months almost. And the next time it happens to me, I'm gonna do something. Something random. I don't know what though.
I could listen to a song or something. Or look at a picture. Fuck I don't know. Ok I should listen to some sort of summer song. But which one? There's not many options because I'll likely be driving when it happens, so it's not like I can do a dance or something. Ah! I got it. I'll listen to I just wanna run. That's a summer song but I first heard it in winter so it'll like fuck with my mind or something. Or something. Long story short I'll just be thankful it's summer. Like a reminder.
I'm going for a record with this post. I only have 15 minutes left but I've desperately trying to write as many good words as possible with this post. My current record is like 750 something words for a blog post. I'm shooting for One Thousand. Yeah. A fucking THOUSAND. I can probably do it. But I gotta hurry. 13 minutes left now. Damn. Alright let's keep going.
So I might be able to go to Miami this summer. A Miami/Keys/NaplesResort Vacation. Fly into Miami, fly out of Miami. Lemme hear a fuck yes. It's optional though. Due to financial reasons, London will not be possible this year, but I'm cool with that because London won't be going anywhere and it's physically impossible for me to go my entire life without visiting Heathrow at least 6 times. Anyway, Miami. Last May I was digging Miami so hard, I would watch CSI Miami with a nice Dr. Pepper and maybe some Cheez-Its. And now I might be going to the promise land in like the 1st week of summer? That will be bliss. What if me and dad flew down to Miami ourselves, touched down at Miami-Dade Int'l before parking at VKZ? How fucking sex will that be? That would be one of my greatest accomplishments ever. Landing a plane at KMIA. That'd go in the scrap book forever. I should probably bring that up with Dad, see if it's possible at all.
So I feel desperate sorrow for Hobbs' class. Reading IKWtCBS. I overheard something in the discussion about Mrs. Flowers. And I was like kill me now, and turned my iPod up. There's something about Mrs. Flowers that like the most sickingly boring attribute that it near nauseates me. I'm sorry that you got raped Ms. Angelou, but that book should've never been published. You could've have made it at least a little bit interesting so that when every single high schooler in America reads it twice, someone besides the teacher will find it enjoyable. Quote from Mr. Hobbs 2 years ago "It's a good read guys...". Let the falsification show itself.
Well I'm about to sign off here. It's been good writing for like an hour straight. I'm very chill today. I found that the post-grogginess from sleep-aides mixed with the hype of caffeine equals extreme chillness. Which is great. I can still say it, 36 more chill days.
Ok I hath returned. So all two out of my two best friends are flying today. Lucky sons o' bitches. We got Alex rockin some LAX-CVG-PIT and Doug rocking some SDF-DTW-BUF. Ain't that some shit? And I get the pleasure of staying in Louisville on like the first monsoon day of the Spring session. I shall not bitch though, as in 36 days, 5 weeks and a day, I will be hitting up SoFlo for some R&R.
Speaking of bitching. I'm running an anti-bitch campaign. I'm trying to bitch as little as possible, like I'm not necessarily accustomed to bitching, but I'm trying to do it less and less as we grow closer to Spring Break. See here's the reason, I hate it when people bitch for shit they shouldn't be bitching about. For example, my nigga Alex K. is skipping school to take a redeye flight to visit colleges in Pittsburg. Now that sounds like a party in the air, it is in fact. He is skipping school to attend an aerial party. And he's BITCHING about not having a window seat. I'm like Alex it's a redeye, it's night you won't be able to see anything. Anyway, long story short it's a piss poor thing to bitch about. I don't hear Doug bitching about his flight.
Don't get me wrong there are certain things that are pretty much a-okay to bitch about. Like the dude who got caught jackin it in the school bathroom. I'd be PISSED if that rumor were spreading around about me. And if I were that certain gentlemen, I'd likely be bitching about my current hypothetical situation. Another example, your car get's totalled by some junior chick who can't drive and is texting. Yeah, I'd bitch for days about that. And that's ok, if you have a shitty situation and there's nothing you can do about it much, bitch all you want. But don't bitch when your situation is better than the mean population. Shit...
So I love me some R&R. Relaxation and Recreation. It may also stand for RailRoad which is also cool but it's not what I'm referring to by R&R. I need a good solid day of R&R per month. And not some crap low-quality R&R I'm talking about situations that are specifically tailored-made to yield R&R to all. A perfect example is the Regional Swim Meet; 8 hours, free food, girls+swim suits, no school, that's some R&R. I'm thinking if our basketball team goes to state I'll get more than one R&R day for the month of March. R&R offers such a nice break from the usual hussle and bustle of my life. Don't get me wrong my life is typically of the more relaxing persuasion, betwixt stressfree and mellow. It's like Waterfront Wednesday during the Summer. You've worked for like 6 days out of the passed week and it's Wednesday and you just finished work and closing up and you're walking to your car in the parking lot, and you're like "You know what? Let's go to the waterfront, chuck a ball around, hear some music. Yeah...". Totally chill.
Ok next topic. What was I gonna talk about... Hold on it's coming back. Ah yes. I was thinking this morning in the car of Katel's driveway waiting for her to come outside, per usual. I get some good, often useless, thinking done in that particular location between the times 6:58 and 7:03 (Eastern Standard Time). So today I was thinking. I think I'm gonna start a new paragraph for this particular thesis.
Picture this. It's summer, long drive to wherever. Or it could be a short drive. It's 89 degrees outside with like 50-60% humidity due to the rain event prior. You have A/C cranked up and the air in the car begins to go from comfortable, to a bit chilly. It'd be far too hot to roll down a window, but it'd be too cold to keep the A/C up. What do you do? You turn of the A/C but leave the air fans on. After about two minutes, the air coming out of that vent is somewhat chilled air, but it's like moist as hell. So moist that it creates a thin layer of mositure coating your hands and most leathery surfaces of the car, creating a light "sticky" sensation. Familiar? Yeah so that feeling is pretty common in th summer, and it's not necessarily desireable. But I got to thinking, I haven't felt that feeling in like 6 months almost. And the next time it happens to me, I'm gonna do something. Something random. I don't know what though.
I could listen to a song or something. Or look at a picture. Fuck I don't know. Ok I should listen to some sort of summer song. But which one? There's not many options because I'll likely be driving when it happens, so it's not like I can do a dance or something. Ah! I got it. I'll listen to I just wanna run. That's a summer song but I first heard it in winter so it'll like fuck with my mind or something. Or something. Long story short I'll just be thankful it's summer. Like a reminder.
I'm going for a record with this post. I only have 15 minutes left but I've desperately trying to write as many good words as possible with this post. My current record is like 750 something words for a blog post. I'm shooting for One Thousand. Yeah. A fucking THOUSAND. I can probably do it. But I gotta hurry. 13 minutes left now. Damn. Alright let's keep going.
So I might be able to go to Miami this summer. A Miami/Keys/NaplesResort Vacation. Fly into Miami, fly out of Miami. Lemme hear a fuck yes. It's optional though. Due to financial reasons, London will not be possible this year, but I'm cool with that because London won't be going anywhere and it's physically impossible for me to go my entire life without visiting Heathrow at least 6 times. Anyway, Miami. Last May I was digging Miami so hard, I would watch CSI Miami with a nice Dr. Pepper and maybe some Cheez-Its. And now I might be going to the promise land in like the 1st week of summer? That will be bliss. What if me and dad flew down to Miami ourselves, touched down at Miami-Dade Int'l before parking at VKZ? How fucking sex will that be? That would be one of my greatest accomplishments ever. Landing a plane at KMIA. That'd go in the scrap book forever. I should probably bring that up with Dad, see if it's possible at all.
So I feel desperate sorrow for Hobbs' class. Reading IKWtCBS. I overheard something in the discussion about Mrs. Flowers. And I was like kill me now, and turned my iPod up. There's something about Mrs. Flowers that like the most sickingly boring attribute that it near nauseates me. I'm sorry that you got raped Ms. Angelou, but that book should've never been published. You could've have made it at least a little bit interesting so that when every single high schooler in America reads it twice, someone besides the teacher will find it enjoyable. Quote from Mr. Hobbs 2 years ago "It's a good read guys...". Let the falsification show itself.
Well I'm about to sign off here. It's been good writing for like an hour straight. I'm very chill today. I found that the post-grogginess from sleep-aides mixed with the hype of caffeine equals extreme chillness. Which is great. I can still say it, 36 more chill days.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
37 dias
What's up everyone? I'm tired as all hell.
I had the lovely opportunity to add someone to my "disrespected dumbass driver" list (along side Whatley of course). This particular douche got all aggro when I got in front of him. He probably just got his restricted license and mommy and daddy bought him a new car to reward him for his 2.8 GPA, and now he drives like a fucktard because it's the only way he right knows how. Good for him. I hope he wrecks his new toy in a minor little fender bender that causes his insurance premiums to go irate, just as 50% of teens do.
If you notice I made the title today in Español. Correct, that was no mistake, I did it to reflect on the project I'm doing in my ethics class. The project is about 75% bullshit, 25% legitimate, 0% concerned. I'm doing it on the Honduraña Cruz Rojo, and the hospitals of San Pedro Sula. My bibliography leads to sites that are only in Spanish which probably makes it difficult to determine the validity of my claims, and that's just fucking funny.
Holy shit Mr. Zorn is teaching. This is interesting, he's leading the class discussion on the book. He seems to like his reading. Again, good for him. Very enthusiastic, very motivated. That'll take him far when fused with his knowledge and intellect pertaining to English and Reading. Oh he's nervous. Talking WAY too fast. I wonder if he's ever done this before. He asks a question...kinda dances around it...specifies...let's another kiddo answers...and answers it himself before moving on. Very fast paced discussion.
So we have a few indicators that Spring is near. First off, Pineapples are in season. You start seeing the early bloomers in the lunch line, haven't been served since like September. It's always good to take a tropical fruit to remind you of Spring. Second off, milk officially expires in Spring. That little date on the milk jug reads "MAR 07" rather than some date in winter. In the time it takes refrigerated milk to spoil, it will be Spring. Yeah I know. Third, March schedule is coming out at work. I get to put into my phone's calendar what I'm doing on Thursday March 31st. Fourth, those white fuzzy buds have been growing and are now prevelant among the branches and twigs of Bradford Pear Trees. In two weeks those buds will become immature flowers, three weeks mature flowers, five weeks we get leaves. Yeah, it's coming. Strap in.
Mr. Zorn really enjoys books. I have never in my life seen someone actively enjoy the book I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. No offense to Maya Angelou or womens literature, but IKWtCBS is about the most boring book you could put on paper. For a book with a rape scene, it's really fucking boring. But Mr. Zorn digs it. God I hate books. I don't hate reading, mind you, I hate books.
Mr. Zorn claims he'll be out of town for the latter half of the week. I really wanna ask him where he's going, because that interests me, but I have a feeling that if I do he'll say something like Somerset, Kentucky. And I'll lose interest instantly. Because Somerset sucks. The reason people go to crap crap places (aside from business and family and whatever) is beyond me.
Well I'm gonna go attempt to figure out O'hare terminal procedures to the best of my ability. Adios.
I had the lovely opportunity to add someone to my "disrespected dumbass driver" list (along side Whatley of course). This particular douche got all aggro when I got in front of him. He probably just got his restricted license and mommy and daddy bought him a new car to reward him for his 2.8 GPA, and now he drives like a fucktard because it's the only way he right knows how. Good for him. I hope he wrecks his new toy in a minor little fender bender that causes his insurance premiums to go irate, just as 50% of teens do.
If you notice I made the title today in Español. Correct, that was no mistake, I did it to reflect on the project I'm doing in my ethics class. The project is about 75% bullshit, 25% legitimate, 0% concerned. I'm doing it on the Honduraña Cruz Rojo, and the hospitals of San Pedro Sula. My bibliography leads to sites that are only in Spanish which probably makes it difficult to determine the validity of my claims, and that's just fucking funny.
Holy shit Mr. Zorn is teaching. This is interesting, he's leading the class discussion on the book. He seems to like his reading. Again, good for him. Very enthusiastic, very motivated. That'll take him far when fused with his knowledge and intellect pertaining to English and Reading. Oh he's nervous. Talking WAY too fast. I wonder if he's ever done this before. He asks a question...kinda dances around it...specifies...let's another kiddo answers...and answers it himself before moving on. Very fast paced discussion.
So we have a few indicators that Spring is near. First off, Pineapples are in season. You start seeing the early bloomers in the lunch line, haven't been served since like September. It's always good to take a tropical fruit to remind you of Spring. Second off, milk officially expires in Spring. That little date on the milk jug reads "MAR 07" rather than some date in winter. In the time it takes refrigerated milk to spoil, it will be Spring. Yeah I know. Third, March schedule is coming out at work. I get to put into my phone's calendar what I'm doing on Thursday March 31st. Fourth, those white fuzzy buds have been growing and are now prevelant among the branches and twigs of Bradford Pear Trees. In two weeks those buds will become immature flowers, three weeks mature flowers, five weeks we get leaves. Yeah, it's coming. Strap in.
Mr. Zorn really enjoys books. I have never in my life seen someone actively enjoy the book I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. No offense to Maya Angelou or womens literature, but IKWtCBS is about the most boring book you could put on paper. For a book with a rape scene, it's really fucking boring. But Mr. Zorn digs it. God I hate books. I don't hate reading, mind you, I hate books.
Mr. Zorn claims he'll be out of town for the latter half of the week. I really wanna ask him where he's going, because that interests me, but I have a feeling that if I do he'll say something like Somerset, Kentucky. And I'll lose interest instantly. Because Somerset sucks. The reason people go to crap crap places (aside from business and family and whatever) is beyond me.
Well I'm gonna go attempt to figure out O'hare terminal procedures to the best of my ability. Adios.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
38 days left
Happy Tuesday everyone. Got like 50% of my 1st period work done already. Hobbs had me grade some shit and enter some current events for the final trimester. BTdubs we've entered the 3rd trimester. 2/3 into this shit. Pretty good, I mastered senior year after the first trimester but hey I'll go for another 12 weeks before I fuck shit up in college.
So I'm driving to school. Some mother fucker is trying to turn left onto Uniform Sierra Six-Zero at the BLAKN intersection (shelbville road near blakenbaker). But this bitch is like halfway out of the middle turning lane and into mine. So I get over. Then the bitch just cuts two lanes over into my lane and I start laying on the horn. If you get in my way, I'm gonna horn the HELL out of you. So the chick slammed her brakes and swerved for no reason and I switched lanes and passed her at like 60. Me and Chandler be shaking our heads at this chick, cuttin me off like that...shit... I fly planes, I don't fuck around when some stupid ass flies into my lane-in my way.
So I'm stoked about hitting up O'hare after spring break. I need to eat at the only Cinnabon at the airport while I'm there. Idk if I blogged about this or not when it happened, but back in the second trimester, Bo used to sit next to me. He asked me why there's only one Cinnabon in the entire O'hare airport. And I was like, there's no way there's only one, maybe one per terminal, but there's gotta be like at least 4. So I loaded up some termmaps of O'hare and found that Bo was right! There's only one Cinnabon in that entire airport, wtf right? So yeah that's where I'm eating dinner on the last day of SBxi. I'll get a picture there. Yeah, that'll be nice.
So I'm walking across the 3rd floor to Hobbs' room today. As you know already from reading this I would normally take track echo (2nd floor), but I've recently been thinking the 2nd floor is outplayed. So I'm down the 3rd floor walking West, and I see a girl with a hoodie that says "Kahala" or something. I just googled it and it's something in Hawaii, I kinda figured that. But when I first saw the hoodie I thought it said "Kahlua", and that made me realize how much I wanted a shirt/hoodie that reads "Kahlua". Then I realized that it said "Kahala" or whatever Hawaiian word, and that made me realize how much I wanted a shirt/hoodie that says something Hawaiian-like. If I ever DO live in Hawaii as my plan goes, I'm totally getting a shirt like that. And I'm wearing it with pride. Yes...
So I've done a ton of shit and it's only 8:10. Caffeine is an underated drug. Fucking productive as shit. I'm bout to head out, I might post a little later today, but don't count on it.
So I'm driving to school. Some mother fucker is trying to turn left onto Uniform Sierra Six-Zero at the BLAKN intersection (shelbville road near blakenbaker). But this bitch is like halfway out of the middle turning lane and into mine. So I get over. Then the bitch just cuts two lanes over into my lane and I start laying on the horn. If you get in my way, I'm gonna horn the HELL out of you. So the chick slammed her brakes and swerved for no reason and I switched lanes and passed her at like 60. Me and Chandler be shaking our heads at this chick, cuttin me off like that...shit... I fly planes, I don't fuck around when some stupid ass flies into my lane-in my way.
So I'm stoked about hitting up O'hare after spring break. I need to eat at the only Cinnabon at the airport while I'm there. Idk if I blogged about this or not when it happened, but back in the second trimester, Bo used to sit next to me. He asked me why there's only one Cinnabon in the entire O'hare airport. And I was like, there's no way there's only one, maybe one per terminal, but there's gotta be like at least 4. So I loaded up some termmaps of O'hare and found that Bo was right! There's only one Cinnabon in that entire airport, wtf right? So yeah that's where I'm eating dinner on the last day of SBxi. I'll get a picture there. Yeah, that'll be nice.
So I'm walking across the 3rd floor to Hobbs' room today. As you know already from reading this I would normally take track echo (2nd floor), but I've recently been thinking the 2nd floor is outplayed. So I'm down the 3rd floor walking West, and I see a girl with a hoodie that says "Kahala" or something. I just googled it and it's something in Hawaii, I kinda figured that. But when I first saw the hoodie I thought it said "Kahlua", and that made me realize how much I wanted a shirt/hoodie that reads "Kahlua". Then I realized that it said "Kahala" or whatever Hawaiian word, and that made me realize how much I wanted a shirt/hoodie that says something Hawaiian-like. If I ever DO live in Hawaii as my plan goes, I'm totally getting a shirt like that. And I'm wearing it with pride. Yes...
So I've done a ton of shit and it's only 8:10. Caffeine is an underated drug. Fucking productive as shit. I'm bout to head out, I might post a little later today, but don't count on it.
Monday, February 21, 2011
39 days
What up world? It's about 95 degrees here at Base Camp Bravo.
The mood of this room has changed drastically since Hobbs went off on me and Kristina. Now Hobbs is like seemingly cracking down on any talking. Specifically talking to me. Which is fun as hell if you're me. I have waited 3 years for my simple liberties as a high school student and I have finally received them. All of freshman, sophy, and junior year I've been caged with my peers. Not allowed to do anything. No freedoms. But now as a senior. I run this mothafucker. Ok well with limitations. Like in Hobb's class, there's only one person with more authority than me-Hobbs. The rest of the kiddos can't do SHIT without getting in trouble. They can't listen to Owl City and write in a pointless blog. Even Zorno can't do that. But I can:)
Ok seriously why is it so hot in here? It's a dry heat. It's not like Miami where it's 95 degrees and humid like no other. Not It's like a Las Vegas heat. Where you can feel yourself sweating but there's no sweat on your arm. The problem is, Hobbs needs to open a window and air out his cribb. I mean we're running 63 degrees outside. We need to get some of that blissful air into this stuffy room.
I wanna talk about resort life. Well, before I talk about resort life, I must introduce a characteristic of life itself. How am I gonna explain this... Ok. So. There's different types of lifestyles. And no one seems to really understand this. If you work all summer as a lifeguard, and take a week long break every month for a vacation, that's a "lifestyle" (and it's a really kickass lifestyle at that). If you spend your summer swimming and diving in the morning, sleeping through noon, and chilling by evening, that too is a (rather shitty) lifestyle. The better the lifestyle, the more awesome your life is. But the thing about lifestyle, is that you get to choose it. You choose a party lifestyle, work-oriented lifestyle, a fuck-bitches-get-money lifestyle, etc.
So one of those lifestyles, pertains to any week long vacation at a resort. Preferably a beach resort. Life at these resorts goes by slower, less intense, more relaxing. It's less of a vacation, more of a lifestyle. You wake up refreshed and rejuvenated, to people splashing in the pool, the surf, and the vacation music played throughout the resort. Buffets are everywhere. Excuse me, breakfast buffets are everywhere. It's beautiful. Perhaps the greatest aspect of resort life, is the lack of things to plan. You are very much forced to relax. Cuz I mean, what else are you going to do? Chill in this pool for a little bit, now go chill in this pool for a little bit, no go chill in the ocean for a little bit. And there goes an hour. Grab a pool chair, lay out and pretend to read a magezine, even though you can't focus because of the relaxing music. Order a burger and a smoothy to your pool chair, become surprised that they delivered it quite promptly right to your pool chair. Another hour flies by. It's more of the same for the rest of the day.
Then dinner, and you change into your nice polo, nice boat shoes, nice slacks, and you go to dinner. Your restuarant better overlook the ocean, otherwise it shouldn't even be able to call itself a restauarant cuz we're in Florida and I BETTER be able to look at the ocean whilst I eat.
You know what sucks? That I just realized? There are no restaurants that overlook the ocean in the state of Kentucky. God I gotta get out of here.
The mood of this room has changed drastically since Hobbs went off on me and Kristina. Now Hobbs is like seemingly cracking down on any talking. Specifically talking to me. Which is fun as hell if you're me. I have waited 3 years for my simple liberties as a high school student and I have finally received them. All of freshman, sophy, and junior year I've been caged with my peers. Not allowed to do anything. No freedoms. But now as a senior. I run this mothafucker. Ok well with limitations. Like in Hobb's class, there's only one person with more authority than me-Hobbs. The rest of the kiddos can't do SHIT without getting in trouble. They can't listen to Owl City and write in a pointless blog. Even Zorno can't do that. But I can:)
Ok seriously why is it so hot in here? It's a dry heat. It's not like Miami where it's 95 degrees and humid like no other. Not It's like a Las Vegas heat. Where you can feel yourself sweating but there's no sweat on your arm. The problem is, Hobbs needs to open a window and air out his cribb. I mean we're running 63 degrees outside. We need to get some of that blissful air into this stuffy room.
I wanna talk about resort life. Well, before I talk about resort life, I must introduce a characteristic of life itself. How am I gonna explain this... Ok. So. There's different types of lifestyles. And no one seems to really understand this. If you work all summer as a lifeguard, and take a week long break every month for a vacation, that's a "lifestyle" (and it's a really kickass lifestyle at that). If you spend your summer swimming and diving in the morning, sleeping through noon, and chilling by evening, that too is a (rather shitty) lifestyle. The better the lifestyle, the more awesome your life is. But the thing about lifestyle, is that you get to choose it. You choose a party lifestyle, work-oriented lifestyle, a fuck-bitches-get-money lifestyle, etc.
So one of those lifestyles, pertains to any week long vacation at a resort. Preferably a beach resort. Life at these resorts goes by slower, less intense, more relaxing. It's less of a vacation, more of a lifestyle. You wake up refreshed and rejuvenated, to people splashing in the pool, the surf, and the vacation music played throughout the resort. Buffets are everywhere. Excuse me, breakfast buffets are everywhere. It's beautiful. Perhaps the greatest aspect of resort life, is the lack of things to plan. You are very much forced to relax. Cuz I mean, what else are you going to do? Chill in this pool for a little bit, now go chill in this pool for a little bit, no go chill in the ocean for a little bit. And there goes an hour. Grab a pool chair, lay out and pretend to read a magezine, even though you can't focus because of the relaxing music. Order a burger and a smoothy to your pool chair, become surprised that they delivered it quite promptly right to your pool chair. Another hour flies by. It's more of the same for the rest of the day.
Then dinner, and you change into your nice polo, nice boat shoes, nice slacks, and you go to dinner. Your restuarant better overlook the ocean, otherwise it shouldn't even be able to call itself a restauarant cuz we're in Florida and I BETTER be able to look at the ocean whilst I eat.
You know what sucks? That I just realized? There are no restaurants that overlook the ocean in the state of Kentucky. God I gotta get out of here.
Friday, February 18, 2011
42 days
Happy Friday. How is everybody?
So you wanna know what pisses me off? I'll tell you. So I don't know if you were paying any attention but the forecast for yesterday all week was 72 and sunny. A record high indeed. It was gonna be bliss, such a treat to have weather that nice so early in the year. So by noon the forecast was slightly off and it was 65 and cloudy. And EVERYONE bitched about it.
"What the hell it's supposed to be 72?"
"This is cold what happened to our sunny nice day?"
"So the weathermen were WRONG about our sunny nice day"
And I'm like SHUT THE HELL UP. It is the middle of fucking FEBRUARY and it's 65 degrees outside! How about instead of bitching about how it's not 72 we be thankful that it's not 25 like it should be for February 17th. People will NEVER be happy. Shit..
So my subwoofer broke today. Well it's been trying to break for like a week but if finally kicked the bucket this morning on the way to Starbucks. I have a lifetime warranty with the geeksquad installation so they BETTER fix it for free. Because I have no fucking clue what I'm doing. I researched it a little bit and poked around online and a possible problem is that the ground wire is falsely connected and I'd have to go in and fuck with it by hand and to be honest with you I don't know what the hell any of that means. So...since I spent such top dollar on my handy dandy sound system I should have full coverage. The only thing that makes me sigh is the fact that I'll have get an appointment and take my car in. Looking forward to that hassle.
So this is random but I love how Hobbs lacks control of his class because of me in part. Like I'll go around passing out papers and plant a few mines that explode with conversation. Hobbs tries to yell at me but I'm the aide and I do like 90% of the shit he tells me to so his yelling yields no success. Then he yells at his class but they don't give a fuck and they just blame me but I'm a useful scapegoat since it's dificult to discipline an aide. I love it. I'm in a good situation in 1st period.
Ok so I got to fill out the annual "how cool are you, in theory?" survey. At least that's what I call it. BeFoxy and Dilukes agree. Because you know you feel kinda lame when you answer every single question "0 times" when everyone around you is admitting to drinking and smoking "7+ times" per month. For those who don't know. This survey is the one that asks all students (anonymously) how often they drink, smoke, do drugs, etc. The fuck is this!? Katel has "0 times" for everything! The party bug will bite her some day...
Hobbs is trying to start shit. By taking my seat for Mr. Zorn. Some bullshit. Retaliation may be necessary. I'm gonna go piss him off more. Adios.
So you wanna know what pisses me off? I'll tell you. So I don't know if you were paying any attention but the forecast for yesterday all week was 72 and sunny. A record high indeed. It was gonna be bliss, such a treat to have weather that nice so early in the year. So by noon the forecast was slightly off and it was 65 and cloudy. And EVERYONE bitched about it.
"What the hell it's supposed to be 72?"
"This is cold what happened to our sunny nice day?"
"So the weathermen were WRONG about our sunny nice day"
And I'm like SHUT THE HELL UP. It is the middle of fucking FEBRUARY and it's 65 degrees outside! How about instead of bitching about how it's not 72 we be thankful that it's not 25 like it should be for February 17th. People will NEVER be happy. Shit..
So my subwoofer broke today. Well it's been trying to break for like a week but if finally kicked the bucket this morning on the way to Starbucks. I have a lifetime warranty with the geeksquad installation so they BETTER fix it for free. Because I have no fucking clue what I'm doing. I researched it a little bit and poked around online and a possible problem is that the ground wire is falsely connected and I'd have to go in and fuck with it by hand and to be honest with you I don't know what the hell any of that means. So...since I spent such top dollar on my handy dandy sound system I should have full coverage. The only thing that makes me sigh is the fact that I'll have get an appointment and take my car in. Looking forward to that hassle.
So this is random but I love how Hobbs lacks control of his class because of me in part. Like I'll go around passing out papers and plant a few mines that explode with conversation. Hobbs tries to yell at me but I'm the aide and I do like 90% of the shit he tells me to so his yelling yields no success. Then he yells at his class but they don't give a fuck and they just blame me but I'm a useful scapegoat since it's dificult to discipline an aide. I love it. I'm in a good situation in 1st period.
Ok so I got to fill out the annual "how cool are you, in theory?" survey. At least that's what I call it. BeFoxy and Dilukes agree. Because you know you feel kinda lame when you answer every single question "0 times" when everyone around you is admitting to drinking and smoking "7+ times" per month. For those who don't know. This survey is the one that asks all students (anonymously) how often they drink, smoke, do drugs, etc. The fuck is this!? Katel has "0 times" for everything! The party bug will bite her some day...
Hobbs is trying to start shit. By taking my seat for Mr. Zorn. Some bullshit. Retaliation may be necessary. I'm gonna go piss him off more. Adios.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
43 days
What's up. Happy Thursday everybody.
So I had the assignment of counting books for Mr. Hobbs. The total count came up to 49, but that's irrelevant. What matters is I had a small chat with Mr. Zorn (le student teacher) and it turns out he's a totally respectable guy. The man likes his books, wants to teach some English. Nothing wrong with that. If you like your books then you should either be a teacher or something. Fuck I don't know...
So Track Echo today smelled like shit. And as I recall it smelled like shit yesterday. The 2nd floor just isn't what it used to be. It used to be the cool people floor where you could go and chill out before class. Now it's a bunch of people with B.O. and a few cool people unfortunate enough to have lockers on that floor. I'll see what's going on on the other floors in the next couple of days.
I get out of here at 8:15 today. Sit through a sexting/sextortion seminar for 2nd period. I have a feeling that they're gonna tell us not to sext or sextort, which is gonna be fun as hell. Some old chick who never got laid in high school (or college HA!) is gonna tell us to "resist the urge" to sext because sexting is stupid. Whatever. I'm not a big sexting or sextortion fanatic or anything but whatever happens I will NOT listen to this bitch.
I wanna go to Los Angeles, New York, Miami, Honolulu or San Francisco. I don't know why I just thought that, but it's true.
Oh oh oh I have a riddle! I came up with this last night and very few people will be able to get it! Ok. Eh nevermind I gotta work on it a little bit. Until then, enjoy your Thursday for tomorow is Ijustwannarun Friday!
So I had the assignment of counting books for Mr. Hobbs. The total count came up to 49, but that's irrelevant. What matters is I had a small chat with Mr. Zorn (le student teacher) and it turns out he's a totally respectable guy. The man likes his books, wants to teach some English. Nothing wrong with that. If you like your books then you should either be a teacher or something. Fuck I don't know...
So Track Echo today smelled like shit. And as I recall it smelled like shit yesterday. The 2nd floor just isn't what it used to be. It used to be the cool people floor where you could go and chill out before class. Now it's a bunch of people with B.O. and a few cool people unfortunate enough to have lockers on that floor. I'll see what's going on on the other floors in the next couple of days.
I get out of here at 8:15 today. Sit through a sexting/sextortion seminar for 2nd period. I have a feeling that they're gonna tell us not to sext or sextort, which is gonna be fun as hell. Some old chick who never got laid in high school (or college HA!) is gonna tell us to "resist the urge" to sext because sexting is stupid. Whatever. I'm not a big sexting or sextortion fanatic or anything but whatever happens I will NOT listen to this bitch.
I wanna go to Los Angeles, New York, Miami, Honolulu or San Francisco. I don't know why I just thought that, but it's true.
Oh oh oh I have a riddle! I came up with this last night and very few people will be able to get it! Ok. Eh nevermind I gotta work on it a little bit. Until then, enjoy your Thursday for tomorow is Ijustwannarun Friday!
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
44 days
Instead of having a smart ass form of beginning the post, I'm just gonna skip the introduction and go straight to the business.
So I'm walking down the 2nd floor from Base Camp Alpha to Base Camp Bravo, in the crowd of high schoolers going to class. And like, I passed about 4 or 5 people who made me think "Wow that must suck to NEVER have a chance at being cool..."
Some people (no one in Hobbs' class fortunately) I just naturally lame. I don't know why, I don't know how, but some people just are.
I was at work last night. I was doing people watching (there's not a whole hell of a lot of other options...). Then I thought about it and decided that people watching is more complicated than just watching people. It goes like this...
People watching: (v) the act of watching people carry about their lives, unaware that their life sucks.
Every time I end up "people watching" it's at people who are like the oddest, quaint people that carry on and seemingly love it. Which strikes me as strange because if I'd thought to put myself in their shoes I'd be miserable.
Food for thought indeed. Life goes on regardless, I wonder if people ever watch me and think the same as me. Probably not...
So I'm walking down the 2nd floor from Base Camp Alpha to Base Camp Bravo, in the crowd of high schoolers going to class. And like, I passed about 4 or 5 people who made me think "Wow that must suck to NEVER have a chance at being cool..."
Some people (no one in Hobbs' class fortunately) I just naturally lame. I don't know why, I don't know how, but some people just are.
I was at work last night. I was doing people watching (there's not a whole hell of a lot of other options...). Then I thought about it and decided that people watching is more complicated than just watching people. It goes like this...
People watching: (v) the act of watching people carry about their lives, unaware that their life sucks.
Every time I end up "people watching" it's at people who are like the oddest, quaint people that carry on and seemingly love it. Which strikes me as strange because if I'd thought to put myself in their shoes I'd be miserable.
Food for thought indeed. Life goes on regardless, I wonder if people ever watch me and think the same as me. Probably not...
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
45 more chill days
Uh oh. It's Georgia font day. You know what that means. Brb. Pledge time. And I'm back. God bless America.
God damnit! Counselor is talking to Hobb's class today, meaning the sophs don't have to do work, but I don't get to listen to music. Some bullshit.
So in the title today I went with "45 more chill days". I felt like it was necessary to add the word "chill" in there because it offers an interesting point: even though there are a grand total of 45 days until Sierra Bravo One One, each and every one of those days will be nice and easy "chill" days. No more swim meets. No more bullshit days where it's school to work to practice to sleep. No... 1,620 hours of chill. In fact, I'll put it into challenge format for fun. I challenge myself to keep every single one of those 45 days as chill as possible, to keep every single one of those 1,620 hours as chill as possible. It can be done, I'm about to chill right now all the way down to hour 1,619.
It's really not a difficult challenge. I mean out of all people, the readers of this blog should be well aware of my vedge time (I'm aware that the proper spelling is "veg", but "vedge" looks cooler). Mandated Decker Vedge Time (or MDVT) is the amount of time per day that I am required to vedge. After the Mandated Decker Vedge Time Act passed legislation in 2007 it was made a requirement to Vedge at least 3 times per day, for a minimum of 10 miunutes each. Typically I vedge about 6 times a day at about 30 minutes each. Currently my vedge schedule (per MDVT) includes a 10 minute session in my car before school, 30-60 minutes at Base Camp Bravo, at home from 15:30-16:00, and several other times at home. I can easily fit in like a couple of hours in a day. On a Sunday I turn into a koala and spend like 23 of my 24 hours vedging.
So I figured out how to make my sound system sound better via utilization of Low Pass and High Pass filters. It took me a surprisingly long time to figure out how to do that. I wish I had a knack for wiring sound systems like many teenagers do, then I could be hooking up subwoofers and blasting that shit like I was deaf. But no, instead I have a knack for advanced flight planning, aviation management and theory, etc.
Speaking of which, I'm about to go pilot mother fucker on you all. I.E. you're about to have no idea what I'm talking about unless you hold a PPL. I think the 2nd floor is like Track Echo. It has a huge majority of traffic due to it's relatively close proximity to the TUNNL intersection (Eastern's little doppleganger for MALOT), it has the most direct routing to the south portion of the school, it has an easy route for popular routes (e.g. TUNNL-LDOCK/EGLL-KJFK). I could go on, but I'm not. Next time you're walking down the 2nd floor, maybe taking a stop at that lovely waterfountain midship: just think to yourself, "Boy, Track Echo is busy today...". Everyone needs a good NAT to have a good time. Time spent on the NAT's is time spent chilling. I mean even if you're on Track Alpha and you have like 14 hours of non-NAT time, you know you're gonna be chill on the NAT.
Katel is confusing the hell out of me today. In case you were wondering.
Speaking of wondering, I was wondering about the following earlier this morning. Panama City is renown for it's partying. But Panama City isn't exactly the nicest place on the ocean, along with South Padre etc. So here's where the mindfuck comes in. What if you took a really really shitty city (Omaha, Laramie, Flint, Poughkeepsie etc.) and turned it into a HUGE party city. Like that's sort of what happened to Gainesville, but I'm talking party city to an even bigger extent. Like Panama City extent, Cabo, Cancun, Miami Beach, YES! But in fucking Laramie Wyoming. What would happen? I feel like it'd tear some whole in the universe. Would I want to visit a place like that? ABSOLUTELY. Use Laramie for extended example... Miles and miles of desolation. Wilderness freaks are trekking Yellowstone and Yosemite (is Yosemite in Wyoming?). Wind is howling down I-20 at like 75mph sustained and windfarms are doing they're job.
Then, as you make one last pass through a randomly placed miniature mountain range, Laramie comes into view over the horizon. Spotlights of all colors flash about, you hear music and muffled bass blasting from each and every bar, club, and house party! There are underground lairs that have beautifully decorated entrances! Suped up cars roam about with sound systems that cost a fortune Outside heaters make it tolerable for half drunk singles mingling outside a Ce Fiore smoking a cigarette after a long hard day of work. Alcohol is shipped in my the truckload! The airport itself is a party (like MIA-Dade!). There's a huge billboard in the center of town that advertises Cuervo Gold by just showing a shot glass and the words "Let's have a good night tonight" in bold! Yes! I see it. I want it...
A party city like this probably exists somewhere, but it's not Laramie (thank God). I'll find it... Until then, 45 more chill days.
God damnit! Counselor is talking to Hobb's class today, meaning the sophs don't have to do work, but I don't get to listen to music. Some bullshit.
So in the title today I went with "45 more chill days". I felt like it was necessary to add the word "chill" in there because it offers an interesting point: even though there are a grand total of 45 days until Sierra Bravo One One, each and every one of those days will be nice and easy "chill" days. No more swim meets. No more bullshit days where it's school to work to practice to sleep. No... 1,620 hours of chill. In fact, I'll put it into challenge format for fun. I challenge myself to keep every single one of those 45 days as chill as possible, to keep every single one of those 1,620 hours as chill as possible. It can be done, I'm about to chill right now all the way down to hour 1,619.
It's really not a difficult challenge. I mean out of all people, the readers of this blog should be well aware of my vedge time (I'm aware that the proper spelling is "veg", but "vedge" looks cooler). Mandated Decker Vedge Time (or MDVT) is the amount of time per day that I am required to vedge. After the Mandated Decker Vedge Time Act passed legislation in 2007 it was made a requirement to Vedge at least 3 times per day, for a minimum of 10 miunutes each. Typically I vedge about 6 times a day at about 30 minutes each. Currently my vedge schedule (per MDVT) includes a 10 minute session in my car before school, 30-60 minutes at Base Camp Bravo, at home from 15:30-16:00, and several other times at home. I can easily fit in like a couple of hours in a day. On a Sunday I turn into a koala and spend like 23 of my 24 hours vedging.
So I figured out how to make my sound system sound better via utilization of Low Pass and High Pass filters. It took me a surprisingly long time to figure out how to do that. I wish I had a knack for wiring sound systems like many teenagers do, then I could be hooking up subwoofers and blasting that shit like I was deaf. But no, instead I have a knack for advanced flight planning, aviation management and theory, etc.
Speaking of which, I'm about to go pilot mother fucker on you all. I.E. you're about to have no idea what I'm talking about unless you hold a PPL. I think the 2nd floor is like Track Echo. It has a huge majority of traffic due to it's relatively close proximity to the TUNNL intersection (Eastern's little doppleganger for MALOT), it has the most direct routing to the south portion of the school, it has an easy route for popular routes (e.g. TUNNL-LDOCK/EGLL-KJFK). I could go on, but I'm not. Next time you're walking down the 2nd floor, maybe taking a stop at that lovely waterfountain midship: just think to yourself, "Boy, Track Echo is busy today...". Everyone needs a good NAT to have a good time. Time spent on the NAT's is time spent chilling. I mean even if you're on Track Alpha and you have like 14 hours of non-NAT time, you know you're gonna be chill on the NAT.
Katel is confusing the hell out of me today. In case you were wondering.
Speaking of wondering, I was wondering about the following earlier this morning. Panama City is renown for it's partying. But Panama City isn't exactly the nicest place on the ocean, along with South Padre etc. So here's where the mindfuck comes in. What if you took a really really shitty city (Omaha, Laramie, Flint, Poughkeepsie etc.) and turned it into a HUGE party city. Like that's sort of what happened to Gainesville, but I'm talking party city to an even bigger extent. Like Panama City extent, Cabo, Cancun, Miami Beach, YES! But in fucking Laramie Wyoming. What would happen? I feel like it'd tear some whole in the universe. Would I want to visit a place like that? ABSOLUTELY. Use Laramie for extended example... Miles and miles of desolation. Wilderness freaks are trekking Yellowstone and Yosemite (is Yosemite in Wyoming?). Wind is howling down I-20 at like 75mph sustained and windfarms are doing they're job.
Then, as you make one last pass through a randomly placed miniature mountain range, Laramie comes into view over the horizon. Spotlights of all colors flash about, you hear music and muffled bass blasting from each and every bar, club, and house party! There are underground lairs that have beautifully decorated entrances! Suped up cars roam about with sound systems that cost a fortune Outside heaters make it tolerable for half drunk singles mingling outside a Ce Fiore smoking a cigarette after a long hard day of work. Alcohol is shipped in my the truckload! The airport itself is a party (like MIA-Dade!). There's a huge billboard in the center of town that advertises Cuervo Gold by just showing a shot glass and the words "Let's have a good night tonight" in bold! Yes! I see it. I want it...
A party city like this probably exists somewhere, but it's not Laramie (thank God). I'll find it... Until then, 45 more chill days.
Monday, February 14, 2011
46 days
Happy Valentines Day, or less commonly known as Single Awareness Day (if you had forgotten about your lack of girlfriend, that's about to change). Singles need their own day. A day in the Spring or Summer when it's warm enough for short shorts and tank tops. A day where singles unite to party and we bring eachother flowers and giant white and red teddy bears. I feel like that day already exists. Except there's no flowers or bears and instead of a day it's an entire week. And that week is called SPRING BREAK. (see what I did there?)
Valentines Day marks the halfway point between Christmas, and the beginning of spring break. Only 8 more weeks. I think... Let me recount just to be sure. Because 8 weeks is two months and we only have 1.5 months. That's confusing. Ok 7 weeks. Whatever.
So on Saturday I did about the most pilotish thing possible. I flew to Cincycity for the sole purpose of buying authentic aviator sunglasses. No one believes me when I tell them that but it's one of the rare times my bullshit is 100% true.
It's getting brighter and brighter every morning. And it's been in the 50's and 60's for the past couple days. As difficult as it is to admit this, spring is almost here. Two easy weeks until March starts, then we have the iffy shit for like a week or two, then it's full on spring. And then it's spring break. Yeah. I'm really talking about spring a lot.
Regionals was on Friday. 7 and a half hours of sitting in the exact same spot comfortably, only being able to walk a short distance to the bathroom and back. Strikingly, it reminded me of flying a 7 and a half hour flight in Business Elite Class... assuming everyone in Business Elite class along with you was a bro or girl in swimsuit. T'was fun. And now swimming is over and for the rest of my life 8:15-9:30 will be my chill time and not my swim time.
I forgot my headphones. Shit. Well I didn't forget them, I consciously made the decision to leave them at home, but that was the wrong choice.
Ok I'm bored as hell. There is NOTHING to do...
Valentines Day marks the halfway point between Christmas, and the beginning of spring break. Only 8 more weeks. I think... Let me recount just to be sure. Because 8 weeks is two months and we only have 1.5 months. That's confusing. Ok 7 weeks. Whatever.
So on Saturday I did about the most pilotish thing possible. I flew to Cincycity for the sole purpose of buying authentic aviator sunglasses. No one believes me when I tell them that but it's one of the rare times my bullshit is 100% true.
It's getting brighter and brighter every morning. And it's been in the 50's and 60's for the past couple days. As difficult as it is to admit this, spring is almost here. Two easy weeks until March starts, then we have the iffy shit for like a week or two, then it's full on spring. And then it's spring break. Yeah. I'm really talking about spring a lot.
Regionals was on Friday. 7 and a half hours of sitting in the exact same spot comfortably, only being able to walk a short distance to the bathroom and back. Strikingly, it reminded me of flying a 7 and a half hour flight in Business Elite Class... assuming everyone in Business Elite class along with you was a bro or girl in swimsuit. T'was fun. And now swimming is over and for the rest of my life 8:15-9:30 will be my chill time and not my swim time.
I forgot my headphones. Shit. Well I didn't forget them, I consciously made the decision to leave them at home, but that was the wrong choice.
Ok I'm bored as hell. There is NOTHING to do...
Saturday, February 12, 2011
47 days...
What's up blog readers? It's a Saturday night and I decided to break the streak of updating this only in school. I'm now at home. Streak broken.
Adios...
Adios...
Friday, February 11, 2011
49 days?
I decided to put the title of today's post in question format so that I could answer it down here. And the answer is yes. There is 49 days left until spring break. That means there are less than 50! We started this countdown 172 days out, and now? we have less than FIFTY days. We're getting close. Time to get stoked.
So yesterday I said that Ijustwannarun Friday would be moved to Thursday because of swimming regionals. This was incorrect. Ijustwannarun Friday is still today, not yesterday. Just making sure that's all cleared up. So no one is confused.
I've gotten a lot of shit done today. I feel like a businessman or something. Seriously, hear this. So I wake up at 6:00 (15 minutes early) so I'd have time to study and pack for regionals while squeezing in an early departure for starbucks. I get to starbucks at 7:00 with Case and Katel (that's what I'm calling her from now on, Katel. Katel is too cool of a name to overlook.) After Starbucks I give my self an eight minute vedge period. Then at 7:25 it's time to rush to room 336 (Hobbs) to tell him that I have to take a make up test. Off to room 342 I go to take the test. At 7:45 I'm done and back in Base Camp Bravo. I spend like a few minutes helping Vonny get her powerpoint to work. Fail. I spend a few minutes grading papers and entering them into the gradebook. Success.
And as I enter the last grade I sit back in my chair (MY CHAIR, NO ONE ELSES) and realize "I've gotten a lot of shit done today. Let's blog about it." Hold on, I feel like complimenting Brittany. Success. Now I got this entire half of the room on a tangent. Oops. The atmosphere is very positive. I like it.
So I'm like a businessman because I got shit done today. But then again I'm nothing more than your stereotypical Senior. Sitting. Wasting time. Vacation playlist on the Pod. Sipping Starbucks. And the nice thing is that if I wanted to, I could grab the Aide Pass, which is like senior immunity-an escape rope that's always there if you need it and are able to obtain it. I could grab the Aide Pass and I could leave. I could go wherever I wanted in this school. Say hi to Mr. Quirk's clas, bug Mrs. Pittman, anything. But most likely I would just take time to appreciate this school's overlooked pleasures: the vacation bathroom and 2nd floor midship waterfountain. Yeah, this is the life. The senior life.
And this is how I like to spend my 1PIJWRF. Lazy as fuck.
(also I think this is one of my longest posts yet.)
So yesterday I said that Ijustwannarun Friday would be moved to Thursday because of swimming regionals. This was incorrect. Ijustwannarun Friday is still today, not yesterday. Just making sure that's all cleared up. So no one is confused.
I've gotten a lot of shit done today. I feel like a businessman or something. Seriously, hear this. So I wake up at 6:00 (15 minutes early) so I'd have time to study and pack for regionals while squeezing in an early departure for starbucks. I get to starbucks at 7:00 with Case and Katel (that's what I'm calling her from now on, Katel. Katel is too cool of a name to overlook.) After Starbucks I give my self an eight minute vedge period. Then at 7:25 it's time to rush to room 336 (Hobbs) to tell him that I have to take a make up test. Off to room 342 I go to take the test. At 7:45 I'm done and back in Base Camp Bravo. I spend like a few minutes helping Vonny get her powerpoint to work. Fail. I spend a few minutes grading papers and entering them into the gradebook. Success.
And as I enter the last grade I sit back in my chair (MY CHAIR, NO ONE ELSES) and realize "I've gotten a lot of shit done today. Let's blog about it." Hold on, I feel like complimenting Brittany. Success. Now I got this entire half of the room on a tangent. Oops. The atmosphere is very positive. I like it.
So I'm like a businessman because I got shit done today. But then again I'm nothing more than your stereotypical Senior. Sitting. Wasting time. Vacation playlist on the Pod. Sipping Starbucks. And the nice thing is that if I wanted to, I could grab the Aide Pass, which is like senior immunity-an escape rope that's always there if you need it and are able to obtain it. I could grab the Aide Pass and I could leave. I could go wherever I wanted in this school. Say hi to Mr. Quirk's clas, bug Mrs. Pittman, anything. But most likely I would just take time to appreciate this school's overlooked pleasures: the vacation bathroom and 2nd floor midship waterfountain. Yeah, this is the life. The senior life.
And this is how I like to spend my 1PIJWRF. Lazy as fuck.
(also I think this is one of my longest posts yet.)
Thursday, February 10, 2011
50 days
Hey everyone. Captain Douche is here again and took my chair. I'm back in this uncomfortable piece of crap. I REALLY don't like him. I just shudder looking at him.
IJWRF has been bumped forward to today this week, due to regionals and the fact that I potentially won't be driving to school tomorrow. It has also temporarily been renamed to "Ijustwannarun Thursday.
Hobbs' presentation this morning is on a new level of boring. I mean holy shit I'm not even paying attention to it and I'm still thinking "holy shit this is more boring than driver safety training".
I just spiced it up a little bit. I went and blew my nose right in the middle of everything. You're welcome sophomores...
Random thought: I've decided that after this year is over, I'm taking every single blog post I made and copying and pasting it into a single word document. Then making a book. That'd be cool. I have close to 100 of these posts now. That's called dedication.
I should probably do some calculus homework. Or sleep. Or at least something productive. At least I'm not groggy today like I was yesterday. Phew, I was grog galore.
Ok that's one of the lamest things I've ever said...
IJWRF has been bumped forward to today this week, due to regionals and the fact that I potentially won't be driving to school tomorrow. It has also temporarily been renamed to "Ijustwannarun Thursday.
Hobbs' presentation this morning is on a new level of boring. I mean holy shit I'm not even paying attention to it and I'm still thinking "holy shit this is more boring than driver safety training".
I just spiced it up a little bit. I went and blew my nose right in the middle of everything. You're welcome sophomores...
Random thought: I've decided that after this year is over, I'm taking every single blog post I made and copying and pasting it into a single word document. Then making a book. That'd be cool. I have close to 100 of these posts now. That's called dedication.
I should probably do some calculus homework. Or sleep. Or at least something productive. At least I'm not groggy today like I was yesterday. Phew, I was grog galore.
Ok that's one of the lamest things I've ever said...
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
51 days left
Aloha readers. I'm rather groggy today. At least I think I am. I took some benadryl last night and the side effects said "morning grogginess". I don't know what grogginess is but it's safe to assume that it describes how I'm feeling now.
So I saw a flier on the walk from Base Camp Alpha to Base Camp Bravo that advertised Softball. It used propaganda quoting "It's the most wonderful time of the year: Softball Season!". That claim needs to be corrected. Softball season is in fact NOT the most wonderful time of the year. Softball sucks, and they're stupid advertisements are a failed attempt to sell mulch to highschoolers. What high schooler wants mulch? What high school parent wants mulch? It's fucking retarded.
I think I'm gonna go to sleep now or something. I'm extremely groggy. I looked up the word groggy by the way. It describes the way I feel now, thus I can now definitively say "I'm rather groggy today."
So I saw a flier on the walk from Base Camp Alpha to Base Camp Bravo that advertised Softball. It used propaganda quoting "It's the most wonderful time of the year: Softball Season!". That claim needs to be corrected. Softball season is in fact NOT the most wonderful time of the year. Softball sucks, and they're stupid advertisements are a failed attempt to sell mulch to highschoolers. What high schooler wants mulch? What high school parent wants mulch? It's fucking retarded.
I think I'm gonna go to sleep now or something. I'm extremely groggy. I looked up the word groggy by the way. It describes the way I feel now, thus I can now definitively say "I'm rather groggy today."
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
52 days
Mark you calendars. Today is the day it's made official. Tested and made official on February 8th. It is now possible to read a book in the twilight in the parking lot before school. At like 7:26 as I walked between my vehicle and the door of the school, I whipped out my copy of Angela's Ashes and easily made the distinction of the words without eye strain.
In other words: Spring is coming. In just three weeks it will be March 1st and Winter (Dec-Feb) will end and Spring (Mar-May) begins. and then like two or three weeks into March, the equinox or whatever the hell hits us and that means some astrological shit and THAT'S when the general public believes Spring starts. (They're wrong, Spring starts March 1st and has nothing to do with the fucking equinox). Then, about a day or two before Spring break, the sun is high enough above the horizon to provide a glare in henceforth sunglasses are accepted and necessary to wear on the drive from home to Base Camp Alpha. And the significance of wearing sunglasses on the drive to school? Good question. Wearing sunglasses on the drive to school is symbolic of some sort of vacation shit. I don't really know how to go into much detail on the subject so instead I'll bullshit the entire thing but it'll still make sense.
Wearing sunglasses increases the vacation meter of anything by like some 20±. If sunglasses are required, and sunglasses be worn, you are already at like 20± vacation. For example, think about my place of work. My job (esp. during the summer) is like 85± vacation; a trip to the lake is only 70± vacation, so you see the preponderance of an 85± vacation meter. My job involves sunglasses, sunscreen, bathing suits, apathy, and summer fun. Each pushing the vacation meter up a few percent per. Now imagine yourself driving to school; well, imagine me driving to school (two correctly used semicolons in one paragraph? That's what's up). During the fall and winter months, the drive to school yields a vacation meter of 0±. BUT! After the transition to sunglasses during the drive, your vacation meter is boosted a whole 20±! And that is vital after living with 0± for like 4 months straight. Ok, you gotta admit...I bullshitted that very well.
But I feel like I should explain to everyone how the vacation levels work. It's a rather simple system that easily assesses the amount of vacation you are experiencing in any given situation. Vacation is measured in a unit of "giveortake", abbreviated by "±", (that's ironic and funny, I take full credit). Each item or aspect of whatever activity you are doing yields a certain amount of giveortake. For example; sunglasses (as you learned) yield 20±, boats yield 80±, sauna's have 15±, sunburns have like 60±, etc. In order to ever say "I'm on vacation" (and be anywhere near accurate) you need at least 100±, but you probably want more like 150-300 for it to be a good vacation. You'll notice that boats plus sunglasses conveniently offer 100±. That's not a coincidence. Now you could have a very small and shitty vacation in your backyard if you were willing and bored enough. You could be like sunglasses+bronze-monkey+coconut cup+cruising magezine+sunscreen+the song "kokomo" and be sititng at an easy 100±. But that would never compare to a cruise which could amount to like 500-600±.
Oh my God I cannot stop sneezing. I sneezed like 10 times in a row just now. Some bullshit. Speaking of bullshit I hope you enjoyed my lesson on vacations.
In other words: Spring is coming. In just three weeks it will be March 1st and Winter (Dec-Feb) will end and Spring (Mar-May) begins. and then like two or three weeks into March, the equinox or whatever the hell hits us and that means some astrological shit and THAT'S when the general public believes Spring starts. (They're wrong, Spring starts March 1st and has nothing to do with the fucking equinox). Then, about a day or two before Spring break, the sun is high enough above the horizon to provide a glare in henceforth sunglasses are accepted and necessary to wear on the drive from home to Base Camp Alpha. And the significance of wearing sunglasses on the drive to school? Good question. Wearing sunglasses on the drive to school is symbolic of some sort of vacation shit. I don't really know how to go into much detail on the subject so instead I'll bullshit the entire thing but it'll still make sense.
Wearing sunglasses increases the vacation meter of anything by like some 20±. If sunglasses are required, and sunglasses be worn, you are already at like 20± vacation. For example, think about my place of work. My job (esp. during the summer) is like 85± vacation; a trip to the lake is only 70± vacation, so you see the preponderance of an 85± vacation meter. My job involves sunglasses, sunscreen, bathing suits, apathy, and summer fun. Each pushing the vacation meter up a few percent per. Now imagine yourself driving to school; well, imagine me driving to school (two correctly used semicolons in one paragraph? That's what's up). During the fall and winter months, the drive to school yields a vacation meter of 0±. BUT! After the transition to sunglasses during the drive, your vacation meter is boosted a whole 20±! And that is vital after living with 0± for like 4 months straight. Ok, you gotta admit...I bullshitted that very well.
But I feel like I should explain to everyone how the vacation levels work. It's a rather simple system that easily assesses the amount of vacation you are experiencing in any given situation. Vacation is measured in a unit of "giveortake", abbreviated by "±", (that's ironic and funny, I take full credit). Each item or aspect of whatever activity you are doing yields a certain amount of giveortake. For example; sunglasses (as you learned) yield 20±, boats yield 80±, sauna's have 15±, sunburns have like 60±, etc. In order to ever say "I'm on vacation" (and be anywhere near accurate) you need at least 100±, but you probably want more like 150-300 for it to be a good vacation. You'll notice that boats plus sunglasses conveniently offer 100±. That's not a coincidence. Now you could have a very small and shitty vacation in your backyard if you were willing and bored enough. You could be like sunglasses+bronze-monkey+coconut cup+cruising magezine+sunscreen+the song "kokomo" and be sititng at an easy 100±. But that would never compare to a cruise which could amount to like 500-600±.
Oh my God I cannot stop sneezing. I sneezed like 10 times in a row just now. Some bullshit. Speaking of bullshit I hope you enjoyed my lesson on vacations.
Monday, February 7, 2011
53 days
This school can get really fucking annoying without warning, especially on Monday mornings. I swear, despite the definition of "normal", 95% of our school is NOT. 95% is annoying, illogical and strange. Aside from the sexually active band kids, the bi-kids who think they are cool, help desk super nerds and the post-age emo kids, there are few legitimately respectable people left. It's the reason we have 2,400 kids at this school but only around 500 show up to basketball games.
I forgot what else I was planning on talking about. Oh yeah, you know what else is annoying? Everyone who became a Packer fan last night. If you have really been a fan for the Packers for more than like 2 or 3 years, go ahead and rejoice. If you've been a Cardinal fan, followed by Saints, and now Packers, shut the hell up and stop acting like you're gonna die if the Packers lose. And if you're a die hard fan from another team, now is also your time to shut the hell up. Sports annoy me, mainly because it doesn't fucking matter.
Unless it's your high school team and if you win the district competition you get out of school for a week. Which by the way, I am mega stoked for. March 16th through 18th. Wednesday to Friday. And after that it's only TWO (count 'em) TWO weeks left until Spring Break. So like, now it's the 7th of February. 3 weeks til March, then 4 weeks of March until April 1st when partiers come out of hibernation for fucking SPRING BREAK. Assuming we get 2-3 more snow days, with the respective no learn days included, yielding 5 days off for weather. Plus the 1 day for swimming regionals. Plus the no learn week for potential state championship means that we only have like a week and a half or more of non-learning, meaning we really only have like 5 weeks until SBXI.
Good shit...
I forgot what else I was planning on talking about. Oh yeah, you know what else is annoying? Everyone who became a Packer fan last night. If you have really been a fan for the Packers for more than like 2 or 3 years, go ahead and rejoice. If you've been a Cardinal fan, followed by Saints, and now Packers, shut the hell up and stop acting like you're gonna die if the Packers lose. And if you're a die hard fan from another team, now is also your time to shut the hell up. Sports annoy me, mainly because it doesn't fucking matter.
Unless it's your high school team and if you win the district competition you get out of school for a week. Which by the way, I am mega stoked for. March 16th through 18th. Wednesday to Friday. And after that it's only TWO (count 'em) TWO weeks left until Spring Break. So like, now it's the 7th of February. 3 weeks til March, then 4 weeks of March until April 1st when partiers come out of hibernation for fucking SPRING BREAK. Assuming we get 2-3 more snow days, with the respective no learn days included, yielding 5 days off for weather. Plus the 1 day for swimming regionals. Plus the no learn week for potential state championship means that we only have like a week and a half or more of non-learning, meaning we really only have like 5 weeks until SBXI.
Good shit...
Friday, February 4, 2011
56 days left
Whats up everybody. I hope everyone is enjoying their Ijustwannarun Friday. That's what I'm calling Friday's from now on. The name is derived from listening to I just wanna run in my car before school on Friday's, before having a great Ijustwannarun Friday.
So I'm at work yesterday. Chilling per usual. And all of the sudden, I hear music! Lovely, wonderful music. Upon hearing this music, major changes were implemented in the Study of Party Theory. Before I continue with this story I need to explain something..
A party has three working parts that make it a party. You can't substitute these parts, but you can add to them define them as much as you want. The three parts in mention are girls, booze, and music. If you have music and girls but no booze, it's a dance. If you have booze and music but no girls, it's a sausagefest. And if you have girls and booze but no music, play somones ipod or something cuz you're dangerously close to party status. Many people say that weed can be substituted for alcohol. Don't believe them, weed can be added to the plethora of alcohol, but may not substitute it (see article IV section 4 part 91 of the Party Theory, Regulation, and Guidelines Handbook for more details). If you have music, girls, and pot you have a grateful dead groupie get-together, not a party. I could go on but I won't.
Back to my work story. I'm sitting in the chair and the aquafitness lady comes out with a boombox and starts playing Kokomo and Isreal Kamakawiwo'ole, which increased the overall vacation levels of the pool deck. It also did something miraculous, not only did the vacation levels rise substantially, but the party levels rose as well. Now the party levels didn't rise nearly as much as the vacation levels, neither did it increase much at all. But it did increase.
THUS...that indicates to me that if you have one or two of the three party ingredients, you experience a percentage of partyness. Of course you still need all three ingredients together to call it a party, but even if you just have one, the party levels WILL increase. Strange how that works isn't it? That means that even at school in a classroom where you're surrounded by girls you're even STILL experiencing small, but existent, party indications. It could be as high as a 5% increase at times. During pep rallies where music is played there could be 20% party spikes.
I'm still studying Party Theory and I still have a lot to learn and discover. Whatever I do discover I will send straight to this blog.
Ok so I got my Starbucks this morning too. It's some sort of dark and bold roast, kinda feels like french or italian, but possibly spanish. It's not earthy enough for africa or asia and it doesn't have a beautiful rainy feeling of central america. Must be european. It's not as good as asia or africa or central america but it does make do. However I'm not sure if I'd say I'm much impressed by it. The after taste isn't too metallic or irony like italian and french roast usually have, but it is bitter and flavorful.
I notice I'm writing more and more on this blog each day. I don't know why either. Like I'm not trying to increase my output of knowlege and thought but I'm doing it naturally. It's gonna be tough to read through everything later on. Oh well, I want to write. So I shall write.
Now I'm going to enter a massive chill mode and enjoy the rest of my 1.P.I.J.W.R.F. Have a good day everybody!
So I'm at work yesterday. Chilling per usual. And all of the sudden, I hear music! Lovely, wonderful music. Upon hearing this music, major changes were implemented in the Study of Party Theory. Before I continue with this story I need to explain something..
A party has three working parts that make it a party. You can't substitute these parts, but you can add to them define them as much as you want. The three parts in mention are girls, booze, and music. If you have music and girls but no booze, it's a dance. If you have booze and music but no girls, it's a sausagefest. And if you have girls and booze but no music, play somones ipod or something cuz you're dangerously close to party status. Many people say that weed can be substituted for alcohol. Don't believe them, weed can be added to the plethora of alcohol, but may not substitute it (see article IV section 4 part 91 of the Party Theory, Regulation, and Guidelines Handbook for more details). If you have music, girls, and pot you have a grateful dead groupie get-together, not a party. I could go on but I won't.
Back to my work story. I'm sitting in the chair and the aquafitness lady comes out with a boombox and starts playing Kokomo and Isreal Kamakawiwo'ole, which increased the overall vacation levels of the pool deck. It also did something miraculous, not only did the vacation levels rise substantially, but the party levels rose as well. Now the party levels didn't rise nearly as much as the vacation levels, neither did it increase much at all. But it did increase.
THUS...that indicates to me that if you have one or two of the three party ingredients, you experience a percentage of partyness. Of course you still need all three ingredients together to call it a party, but even if you just have one, the party levels WILL increase. Strange how that works isn't it? That means that even at school in a classroom where you're surrounded by girls you're even STILL experiencing small, but existent, party indications. It could be as high as a 5% increase at times. During pep rallies where music is played there could be 20% party spikes.
I'm still studying Party Theory and I still have a lot to learn and discover. Whatever I do discover I will send straight to this blog.
Ok so I got my Starbucks this morning too. It's some sort of dark and bold roast, kinda feels like french or italian, but possibly spanish. It's not earthy enough for africa or asia and it doesn't have a beautiful rainy feeling of central america. Must be european. It's not as good as asia or africa or central america but it does make do. However I'm not sure if I'd say I'm much impressed by it. The after taste isn't too metallic or irony like italian and french roast usually have, but it is bitter and flavorful.
I notice I'm writing more and more on this blog each day. I don't know why either. Like I'm not trying to increase my output of knowlege and thought but I'm doing it naturally. It's gonna be tough to read through everything later on. Oh well, I want to write. So I shall write.
Now I'm going to enter a massive chill mode and enjoy the rest of my 1.P.I.J.W.R.F. Have a good day everybody!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
57 days
Ok, Bruno Mars is retarded. I'm sorry but he is. Katelyn and Casey tried to refute that comment in the car, but they are incorrect. I just got throgh shutting Katelyn up and it was beautiful.
I was all like "no guy in high school is gonna 'catch a grenade' for anyone, high school guys don't htink like that." And Katelyn was all like "not true. i've had a guy like that." and i was all like "oh the guy that broke up wiht you through text mesasge?"
Silence.
Then I was like "If he really would've 'catch a grenade for you he'd still be with you" BAM argument won. The crowd goes wild.
Bruno you were singing about wanting to be a billionaire "so fucking bad" like a year ago and now you go through this radical transition to unconditionally love to a bunch of chicks and sing about it all the time. No. Shut the hell up and stop making high school girls beg for and believe in something that doesn't exist. Worst Hawaiian ever. Jason Mraz>Bruno Mars.
I'm digging Brittney's Sperries by the way. It's tie die day and it's humourous that more people decide to dress up like hippies rather than dress up in they're high class, expensive clothes. And that is why I hate this place.
And this student teacher is starting to PMtFO. He doesn't do shit. He just sits there, in MY chair and doesn't contribute to this class at ALL. At least I bring levity and humor to this once-stale class. But he just sits there and stares at the wall for 55 minutes ("observing" my ass) while I sit in this piece of shit wooden chair and do all the real work in this class. I'm sorry but how many vocab quizzes has this joker graded? He hasn't graded SHIT. I have like 200 under my belt.
I gotta go run a goddamn errand. Be right back...
Back. Had to run a DVD to the library and return it. I don't know why that couldn't have waited. Better yet, I don't know why the student teacher couldn't have done that while I write. I should've been like "Hobbs can't you see I'm busy? But your student teacher doesn't seem to be doing anything. PER USUAL." Gimme my chair back and I'll shut up about him. Some shit...
I need a spa to be installed at my place of work. There's already a sauna and makeshift hot tub for my utility during break. But I need more, steam room would be nice, some sort of aroma therapy, I mean I'm not picky but I am a douche and would like something for nothing. I discovered yesterday that I will be able to get paid for swimming. Like 4$ a week when I swim 10 laps. It takes my like 6 minutes to swim 10 laps. That's like almost a dollar a minute. I'm digging that.
But no seriously we need a spa. After sitting in a chair for 3 and a half listening to music, texting, and idle chit chat with people I grow very stressed and tense and a spa is the only thing that could relieve some of that. And in between swimming for 6 minutes and eating all the free food that's typically provided I really need my relaxation time to cope with the stresses of being a lifeguard. Not to mention the refreshing wraps my skin potentially needs after being in the sun all day playing on waterslides during the summer. My job is rough. I'm not afraid to admit that.
Ok I've written enough crap today for all 0 of my loyal readers to share a chuckle over. I look forward to talking to you again soon.
I was all like "no guy in high school is gonna 'catch a grenade' for anyone, high school guys don't htink like that." And Katelyn was all like "not true. i've had a guy like that." and i was all like "oh the guy that broke up wiht you through text mesasge?"
Silence.
Then I was like "If he really would've 'catch a grenade for you he'd still be with you" BAM argument won. The crowd goes wild.
Bruno you were singing about wanting to be a billionaire "so fucking bad" like a year ago and now you go through this radical transition to unconditionally love to a bunch of chicks and sing about it all the time. No. Shut the hell up and stop making high school girls beg for and believe in something that doesn't exist. Worst Hawaiian ever. Jason Mraz>Bruno Mars.
I'm digging Brittney's Sperries by the way. It's tie die day and it's humourous that more people decide to dress up like hippies rather than dress up in they're high class, expensive clothes. And that is why I hate this place.
And this student teacher is starting to PMtFO. He doesn't do shit. He just sits there, in MY chair and doesn't contribute to this class at ALL. At least I bring levity and humor to this once-stale class. But he just sits there and stares at the wall for 55 minutes ("observing" my ass) while I sit in this piece of shit wooden chair and do all the real work in this class. I'm sorry but how many vocab quizzes has this joker graded? He hasn't graded SHIT. I have like 200 under my belt.
I gotta go run a goddamn errand. Be right back...
Back. Had to run a DVD to the library and return it. I don't know why that couldn't have waited. Better yet, I don't know why the student teacher couldn't have done that while I write. I should've been like "Hobbs can't you see I'm busy? But your student teacher doesn't seem to be doing anything. PER USUAL." Gimme my chair back and I'll shut up about him. Some shit...
I need a spa to be installed at my place of work. There's already a sauna and makeshift hot tub for my utility during break. But I need more, steam room would be nice, some sort of aroma therapy, I mean I'm not picky but I am a douche and would like something for nothing. I discovered yesterday that I will be able to get paid for swimming. Like 4$ a week when I swim 10 laps. It takes my like 6 minutes to swim 10 laps. That's like almost a dollar a minute. I'm digging that.
But no seriously we need a spa. After sitting in a chair for 3 and a half listening to music, texting, and idle chit chat with people I grow very stressed and tense and a spa is the only thing that could relieve some of that. And in between swimming for 6 minutes and eating all the free food that's typically provided I really need my relaxation time to cope with the stresses of being a lifeguard. Not to mention the refreshing wraps my skin potentially needs after being in the sun all day playing on waterslides during the summer. My job is rough. I'm not afraid to admit that.
Ok I've written enough crap today for all 0 of my loyal readers to share a chuckle over. I look forward to talking to you again soon.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
58 days left
What up. I don't have long to blog today because first period being let out early for the groundhog day celebrations. Just kidding, it's that stupid advocacy group, I wish it were a groundhog day celebration.
So I'm walking from Base Camp Alpha to Base Camp Bravo (my car to my aide chair) and I, as per usual, walk down the 2nd floor. It's mixmatch day and people are dressed like morons throughout the corridors. I'll see some attractive girl wearing a bra on the outside of her outfit creating some sort of illusion that catches you offguard until you notice the ridiculous polka dot turtleneck with fucking red tutu's and shit underneath. And I'm like, why?
The 2nd floor is where all the somebodies in this shcool go. In between the bands and gatherings of ghettoness and noise are pockets of "cool kids" posted up against the lockers. 1st floor? Lame. 3rd floor? Lame. 2nd floor? Huge ass cool kid party every morning before school. On Friday's when I'm weilding a starbucks and post up against those 2nd floor lockers it reminds me that it doesn't get much more high school than this. Cool kid central right there.
And I'm still wondering why there's never any groundhog day festivities at Eastern. Why can't we have like a groundhog day ceremony or groundhog day parties or like at least something for groundhog day? Groundhog day is the day of reckoning, providing a pipeline of insight between winter and spring. Of course it's all bullshit. 6 more weeks of winter or early spring? Which is retarded from any scientific standpoint, spring for me starts March 1st. Every year. None of this solstice shit, March is a spring month, so spring begins in March. I don't give a shit if we get a massive snow storm on March 14th, it's still spring.
In other news, in 2009 Alaska congressman and governor passed a bill changing the holiday from Groundhog Day to "Marmot Day" locally due to the fact that there are no groundhogs in Alaska, but there are marmots. Thank you for acting so goddamn promply on that much needed bill Sarah...
Instead of waiting until noon to find out if the groundhog will see it's shadow, I'm gonna cheat and check he weather forecast for Punxatawny. Or however the hell you spell it. Nice forecast. Snow showers, isolated thunderstorms, i.e. early spring. March 1st.
Well this post has been long enough. Talk to you tomorrow.
So I'm walking from Base Camp Alpha to Base Camp Bravo (my car to my aide chair) and I, as per usual, walk down the 2nd floor. It's mixmatch day and people are dressed like morons throughout the corridors. I'll see some attractive girl wearing a bra on the outside of her outfit creating some sort of illusion that catches you offguard until you notice the ridiculous polka dot turtleneck with fucking red tutu's and shit underneath. And I'm like, why?
The 2nd floor is where all the somebodies in this shcool go. In between the bands and gatherings of ghettoness and noise are pockets of "cool kids" posted up against the lockers. 1st floor? Lame. 3rd floor? Lame. 2nd floor? Huge ass cool kid party every morning before school. On Friday's when I'm weilding a starbucks and post up against those 2nd floor lockers it reminds me that it doesn't get much more high school than this. Cool kid central right there.
And I'm still wondering why there's never any groundhog day festivities at Eastern. Why can't we have like a groundhog day ceremony or groundhog day parties or like at least something for groundhog day? Groundhog day is the day of reckoning, providing a pipeline of insight between winter and spring. Of course it's all bullshit. 6 more weeks of winter or early spring? Which is retarded from any scientific standpoint, spring for me starts March 1st. Every year. None of this solstice shit, March is a spring month, so spring begins in March. I don't give a shit if we get a massive snow storm on March 14th, it's still spring.
In other news, in 2009 Alaska congressman and governor passed a bill changing the holiday from Groundhog Day to "Marmot Day" locally due to the fact that there are no groundhogs in Alaska, but there are marmots. Thank you for acting so goddamn promply on that much needed bill Sarah...
Instead of waiting until noon to find out if the groundhog will see it's shadow, I'm gonna cheat and check he weather forecast for Punxatawny. Or however the hell you spell it. Nice forecast. Snow showers, isolated thunderstorms, i.e. early spring. March 1st.
Well this post has been long enough. Talk to you tomorrow.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
59 days left...
Uh oh. It's fancy day. I'm wearing a three piece J. Ferrar suit with a Tommy Hilfiger tie, rocking the gold watch and class ring. Caviar for lunch, cigars after school, you sir, know what's up.
I love how more people dress up for missmatch day than fancy day. I don't do shit except for fancy day. Why? Cuz I'm fancy as hell. I feel like a million bucks. Shit, I need a pocket square.
I feel sorry for all the people wearing north face jackets. North face is not fancy. Smh..
So to all the people wondering... Tumblr is fucking retarded. I saw one the other day, and yeah it's diagnosed retarded.
I have short thoughts today.
Swim season is almost over. Thank God.
Ok I'm out of stuff to blog about.
Nevermind I'm not done. I want to talk about the party bathroom. The party bathroom is the guys bathroom, midship on the 3rd floor. Back in the days of Steineker's vacation class when the freedom to take a hall pass and leave class when bored originated, it wasn't unusual to see three or four guys from that class relaxing in the bathroom talking and such. The bathrom was a nice get-away on Fridays when Steineker's class (although ridiculously easy and enjoyable) just wasn't doing it for you.
As sophomore year fell through my fingers in May 2009, Junior year began. Steineker's class concluded for me but the party bathroom lived on. Every day between the carefree lunch period and the stressful Thompson Physics class I'd take a 2 or 3 minute vacation to the party bathroom, where I'd find sophomores headed to Steineker enjoying the Eastern party scene. It was always nice to see a good friend taking leave in the party bathroom, where we'd exchange short words like "Going to the game tonight?" or "How was that Sauer test?". It of course did not live up to my memories of the party bathroom from Steineker's class, but the bathroom wasn't forgotten nor did it let me down.
Which brings me to my current relationship with the party bathroom. The party bathroom has since not been forgotten in 2 years. It's still a major part of my High School life. Every visit to the party bathroom is equally appreciated; whether while testing water fountains with the easily obtained "Aide Pass" (ultimate freedom of the halls) betwixt blog posts of Hobbs' class, or on a Friday after my work has been completed in The Peoples Republic of Kelsey's Class. Even today just before making this post I snagged the green freedom card from Hobbs' desk and took my tuxedo fancy lookin'ass to the party bathroom, and saw a humble blue solo cup on the way.
After my high school years are complete I have no doubt I will remember and still love that bathroom. It always served it's function of supplying a vacation during class. Here's to another four excellent months of the party bathroom.
Rock on party bathroom. Rock on.
I love how more people dress up for missmatch day than fancy day. I don't do shit except for fancy day. Why? Cuz I'm fancy as hell. I feel like a million bucks. Shit, I need a pocket square.
I feel sorry for all the people wearing north face jackets. North face is not fancy. Smh..
So to all the people wondering... Tumblr is fucking retarded. I saw one the other day, and yeah it's diagnosed retarded.
I have short thoughts today.
Swim season is almost over. Thank God.
Ok I'm out of stuff to blog about.
Nevermind I'm not done. I want to talk about the party bathroom. The party bathroom is the guys bathroom, midship on the 3rd floor. Back in the days of Steineker's vacation class when the freedom to take a hall pass and leave class when bored originated, it wasn't unusual to see three or four guys from that class relaxing in the bathroom talking and such. The bathrom was a nice get-away on Fridays when Steineker's class (although ridiculously easy and enjoyable) just wasn't doing it for you.
As sophomore year fell through my fingers in May 2009, Junior year began. Steineker's class concluded for me but the party bathroom lived on. Every day between the carefree lunch period and the stressful Thompson Physics class I'd take a 2 or 3 minute vacation to the party bathroom, where I'd find sophomores headed to Steineker enjoying the Eastern party scene. It was always nice to see a good friend taking leave in the party bathroom, where we'd exchange short words like "Going to the game tonight?" or "How was that Sauer test?". It of course did not live up to my memories of the party bathroom from Steineker's class, but the bathroom wasn't forgotten nor did it let me down.
Which brings me to my current relationship with the party bathroom. The party bathroom has since not been forgotten in 2 years. It's still a major part of my High School life. Every visit to the party bathroom is equally appreciated; whether while testing water fountains with the easily obtained "Aide Pass" (ultimate freedom of the halls) betwixt blog posts of Hobbs' class, or on a Friday after my work has been completed in The Peoples Republic of Kelsey's Class. Even today just before making this post I snagged the green freedom card from Hobbs' desk and took my tuxedo fancy lookin'ass to the party bathroom, and saw a humble blue solo cup on the way.
After my high school years are complete I have no doubt I will remember and still love that bathroom. It always served it's function of supplying a vacation during class. Here's to another four excellent months of the party bathroom.
Rock on party bathroom. Rock on.
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