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.