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.