Well it appears the countdown was a bit misnumbered. I took the numbering by the full days. So tomorrow, there will be zero full days left. And today there will be one full day left, even though most people would recognize Thursday as two days away from Spring Break. However it doesn't much matter, because all this year I have considered the weekends to start on Thursday night, after all scutwork has been complete. So in a sense, there is a lawn to be mowed and an essay to be written before I can assume that Spring Break hath begun.
So today in Hobbs there are some presentations. Which is just relaxing for me because I can just chill, write a little bit, watch a little bit, etc. It's such a chill time.
So Katel's all pissed off because I kicked her out of my car at 7:15 rather than the usual 7:18. I truly don't really give a fuck, because Karen was in queue for visitation. The ticket's purchased for Decker-Transit are redeemable for TRANSIT only. Chilling with me after transit is complete is a privilege and can be refused. In other words, the fine print of Decker-Transit clearly exclaims that "Decker is allowed to say get the fuck out, and when he does...Get the fuck out." I hope Katel reads this. :)
I think I'm gonna read a few of my early blog posts. Since I'm getting so close to SBXI. Until next time...
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Two days
You missed it. I just out-douched Amos. I was passing out two handouts, and accidently gave Amos an extra, and he bitched me out for not being able to count and how much it negatively imposes on him by having an extra sheet of paper. So I gave him about 20 extras for the second hand out. Dispute won.
The weather is pissing me off. It's supposed to be spring and we're seeing highs of 50's and lows of 30's? The fuck is that? It better correct itself by being great down south. I will be a spiteful drunk asshole if it's not. But luckily it will likely be warm and appropriate.
I got shit to do today. Like six things running down my list. No work also. It's gonna be a pain but somewhat pleasurable. Yeah.
Well this blog post is complete. Until next time...
The weather is pissing me off. It's supposed to be spring and we're seeing highs of 50's and lows of 30's? The fuck is that? It better correct itself by being great down south. I will be a spiteful drunk asshole if it's not. But luckily it will likely be warm and appropriate.
I got shit to do today. Like six things running down my list. No work also. It's gonna be a pain but somewhat pleasurable. Yeah.
Well this blog post is complete. Until next time...
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Three Days
24 hours into this crazy fucking anxious-ass week. Anticipation is on high. To make matters worse I took another 5-he. 5-he is the way I say 5-hour energy in short. Write it down.
5-he doesn't make time go by any faster. In fact it does quite al contrario. Yesterday I thought I was going to die in second period. I wasn't digging it at all. Thus I made the concious decision to move in seemingly slow motion. Take my time on everything. That way I'll create the illusion that I'm moving quicker through time.
So for all of those YMCA regulars, I have something to say. FitLinxx sucks. It does. It does it does it does. I did FitLinxx for like three goddamn weeks and it didn't do shit. I've been doing free weights for a week and am pleasantly surprised.
Speaking of athletics, I'm challenging myself to a run-workout-swim-runmore field day for Fridee, right before the cruise. t'Will entail a mile run to get to the YMCA, followed by a power weight training workout. Then it'll cut straight to the pool to swim my required 500m swim, in under 8 minutes. Then I'll get out and have a 5 minute break to dry in the sauna. Then it's back outside to run back home. I should be entirely DEAD by the time it's through. I'm doing similar shit on the cruise because it's fun. Since I became addicted to the powerful drug of gym, I've been wanting to do crazy shit like that. I'm doing it more often now.
I have a big pitch to do 3rd period for $100. I honestly can't wait. Zorno will be auditing. I spent a lot of time and practice into this pitch/presentation so I'm fixin'ta impress. I honestly don't even want the $100, because that will entail more work. I just want the A and I want everyone to be like "shit Decker's fucking hard, passport swag".
Well I'm about done with this blog post. I'll talk to you later, until next time...
5-he doesn't make time go by any faster. In fact it does quite al contrario. Yesterday I thought I was going to die in second period. I wasn't digging it at all. Thus I made the concious decision to move in seemingly slow motion. Take my time on everything. That way I'll create the illusion that I'm moving quicker through time.
So for all of those YMCA regulars, I have something to say. FitLinxx sucks. It does. It does it does it does. I did FitLinxx for like three goddamn weeks and it didn't do shit. I've been doing free weights for a week and am pleasantly surprised.
Speaking of athletics, I'm challenging myself to a run-workout-swim-runmore field day for Fridee, right before the cruise. t'Will entail a mile run to get to the YMCA, followed by a power weight training workout. Then it'll cut straight to the pool to swim my required 500m swim, in under 8 minutes. Then I'll get out and have a 5 minute break to dry in the sauna. Then it's back outside to run back home. I should be entirely DEAD by the time it's through. I'm doing similar shit on the cruise because it's fun. Since I became addicted to the powerful drug of gym, I've been wanting to do crazy shit like that. I'm doing it more often now.
I have a big pitch to do 3rd period for $100. I honestly can't wait. Zorno will be auditing. I spent a lot of time and practice into this pitch/presentation so I'm fixin'ta impress. I honestly don't even want the $100, because that will entail more work. I just want the A and I want everyone to be like "shit Decker's fucking hard, passport swag".
Well I'm about done with this blog post. I'll talk to you later, until next time...
Monday, March 28, 2011
Four Days
What's up e'erybody? t'Is the last week until Spring Break begins. And my hands are unreasonably cold. Be right back...
Ok I'm back. Jesus they were like going numb. Ok.
So I had a shot of two hour energy. That shit is stronger than vodka. In fact, what would you say to a half 5.h.e/half vodka shot mix? I would say holy shit. I feel like the second the vodka touches the 5.h.e., the concoction would just bust into flames emitting a deep blue arora. Then you take the shot like a pro and kapow...you're fucked up. I think I'm gonna like, not do that...
This week will not fly by. This week will drag along as chains being dragged by ones feet. Every hour will inch past just about as easily as each footstep taken with these chains attached. Then we get to Friday. A dome of distraction will sheild everyones vision, as the teacher writes upon the board y'=2x+cosx, everyone will just see palm trees, bikinis, and the surf rolling beneath one's toes. It will be a no learn day to the nth degree, as no one will have a choice. It doesn't matter if anyone even tries to learn, the only learning partaken in will be done by those not participating in the Spring Break experience for the '11 season. Along with learning, or lack thereof, there will be no chill. There will be no boredom. There will be a different level of anxiety seldom seen by anyone. A level consumed by anticipation, called waiting. As the day progresses the terrible feeling of "wait" will approach and subside. But as the clock strikes 14:00, good fucking luck, as the next 20 minutes will consist of nothing but painful waiting. Then, the song of Kokomo will ring through the halls, the wait will be over, and Spring Break '11 will begin. But unfortunately, we have four days, six hours, and 12 minutes until then.
What a good paragraph up there^. Facebook quality shit right there. I'm posting it when I'm done composing. Just kidding. Posted it just now.
I went bowling last night. t'Was great! Ya know that Sunday evening feeling? When like, you know you have to be at school in 12 hours so you go into this temporary depression? And you can't sleep because you already slept in until like 1:00pm. Well Sunday bowling equals the antidote. It's fucking perfect, you spend your Sunday like normal, do some work, do some sleep, do some errands. Then at like 7:45 you're like "oh it's bowling time!" and you slap on a casual t-shirt, grab seven dollars and an energy drink and head out the door. No cologne or Polo Ralph Lauren is necessary because, that's right, it's guys night. Bump some music for the 20 minute drive down to south Louisville, and conclude the weekend in a aura of content. At 9:30 slap on your dougy, get your bowling swag running 250%, and be home by 10:30. Sunday depression: abolished.
This period flew by. I'll post up tomorrow. Until then...
Ok I'm back. Jesus they were like going numb. Ok.
So I had a shot of two hour energy. That shit is stronger than vodka. In fact, what would you say to a half 5.h.e/half vodka shot mix? I would say holy shit. I feel like the second the vodka touches the 5.h.e., the concoction would just bust into flames emitting a deep blue arora. Then you take the shot like a pro and kapow...you're fucked up. I think I'm gonna like, not do that...
This week will not fly by. This week will drag along as chains being dragged by ones feet. Every hour will inch past just about as easily as each footstep taken with these chains attached. Then we get to Friday. A dome of distraction will sheild everyones vision, as the teacher writes upon the board y'=2x+cosx, everyone will just see palm trees, bikinis, and the surf rolling beneath one's toes. It will be a no learn day to the nth degree, as no one will have a choice. It doesn't matter if anyone even tries to learn, the only learning partaken in will be done by those not participating in the Spring Break experience for the '11 season. Along with learning, or lack thereof, there will be no chill. There will be no boredom. There will be a different level of anxiety seldom seen by anyone. A level consumed by anticipation, called waiting. As the day progresses the terrible feeling of "wait" will approach and subside. But as the clock strikes 14:00, good fucking luck, as the next 20 minutes will consist of nothing but painful waiting. Then, the song of Kokomo will ring through the halls, the wait will be over, and Spring Break '11 will begin. But unfortunately, we have four days, six hours, and 12 minutes until then.
What a good paragraph up there^. Facebook quality shit right there. I'm posting it when I'm done composing. Just kidding. Posted it just now.
I went bowling last night. t'Was great! Ya know that Sunday evening feeling? When like, you know you have to be at school in 12 hours so you go into this temporary depression? And you can't sleep because you already slept in until like 1:00pm. Well Sunday bowling equals the antidote. It's fucking perfect, you spend your Sunday like normal, do some work, do some sleep, do some errands. Then at like 7:45 you're like "oh it's bowling time!" and you slap on a casual t-shirt, grab seven dollars and an energy drink and head out the door. No cologne or Polo Ralph Lauren is necessary because, that's right, it's guys night. Bump some music for the 20 minute drive down to south Louisville, and conclude the weekend in a aura of content. At 9:30 slap on your dougy, get your bowling swag running 250%, and be home by 10:30. Sunday depression: abolished.
This period flew by. I'll post up tomorrow. Until then...
Friday, March 25, 2011
Seven Days
What's up all? It's Friday, and we be getting quite near Spring Break.
Appropriately, I had a good cruise dream last night. It was great, cruising, chilling, partying, good stuff. Only drawback was that in the dream I did not use my checklist and therefore forgot half my essential items such as a phone charger. I don't exactly think that that could happen outside of dream world.
I'm sippin on Italian Roast this morning. It tastes metallic. It's a strong coffee, but it's not a strong coffee flavor, it's a strong bullshit flavor.
I wore jeans today. Big mistake. Should've worn shorts. Noted.
I have nothing else to talk about. This is a short post for a Friday. My apologies. Until next time...
Appropriately, I had a good cruise dream last night. It was great, cruising, chilling, partying, good stuff. Only drawback was that in the dream I did not use my checklist and therefore forgot half my essential items such as a phone charger. I don't exactly think that that could happen outside of dream world.
I'm sippin on Italian Roast this morning. It tastes metallic. It's a strong coffee, but it's not a strong coffee flavor, it's a strong bullshit flavor.
I wore jeans today. Big mistake. Should've worn shorts. Noted.
I have nothing else to talk about. This is a short post for a Friday. My apologies. Until next time...
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Eight days
What up. Hiking boots are in check again. Wearing the Merril's make me happy. They're just so damn comfortable. Like I could just switch off between boat shoes and hiking boots for the rest of my life and be completely content.
Nurse Sharon cockblocked me today. I was spitting game in the car at about 7:30, (right?) and I see his colonel sanders looking ass come up to me and yell at me. Apparently that is the last straw, next time I'm getting a referral. We'll see. We shall see.
Nurse Sharon broke two major bro-code rules. The 1st being cockblocking, and the 2nd being infringing upon me-time. Like what the fuck Sharon you don't do that. I'd understand if it were some chick teacher that doesn't know any better but c'mon dude. This isn't summer camp this is high school. Shit...
I had shit to do first period but all of the sudden my mind went blank and I forgot it all. Wtf...
Oh well I'm about done blogging for today. Until next time...
Nurse Sharon cockblocked me today. I was spitting game in the car at about 7:30, (right?) and I see his colonel sanders looking ass come up to me and yell at me. Apparently that is the last straw, next time I'm getting a referral. We'll see. We shall see.
Nurse Sharon broke two major bro-code rules. The 1st being cockblocking, and the 2nd being infringing upon me-time. Like what the fuck Sharon you don't do that. I'd understand if it were some chick teacher that doesn't know any better but c'mon dude. This isn't summer camp this is high school. Shit...
I had shit to do first period but all of the sudden my mind went blank and I forgot it all. Wtf...
Oh well I'm about done blogging for today. Until next time...
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Nine days
We're in the single digits. Not much time left.
I'm very tired today, had to do some shit for Hobbs.
Spring is in full swing, until tomorrow when it drops down to the 40's.
Thunderstorms today bring a change of scenery. Unfortunately I'm not working to fully appreciate the magnificence of a thunderstorm.
Going to the mall with Karen on Friday. Ready for that.
Well it's time to look stuff up and sleep until first period ends. Until next time...
Ok I'm too bored. I'll burn the time remaining in first period to discuss a party on Saturday. This [unnamed] sophomore is throwing party on saturday. She doesn't seem to know what she's doing. She made several crucial errors that make is seem like it's quite inevitable that 300 people will destroy her house before the cops come to kick everyone out at 11:15. I'm still going, but not to party. Instead I'll be DD to my bro's and watch the party fuck up in front of me. If it doesn't then I'll have an even better time, but still a sober DD. I'm not trying to find any trouble a week before Spring Break, so there's no point in pushing it with this future plane crash. I'm willing to help the poor girl, who I don't think has even been to a party. Either way it'll be interesting. So we'll see how it goes.
That was a great way to kill 6 minutes. Now I'll give my signoff, until nex time...
I'm very tired today, had to do some shit for Hobbs.
Spring is in full swing, until tomorrow when it drops down to the 40's.
Thunderstorms today bring a change of scenery. Unfortunately I'm not working to fully appreciate the magnificence of a thunderstorm.
Going to the mall with Karen on Friday. Ready for that.
Well it's time to look stuff up and sleep until first period ends. Until next time...
Ok I'm too bored. I'll burn the time remaining in first period to discuss a party on Saturday. This [unnamed] sophomore is throwing party on saturday. She doesn't seem to know what she's doing. She made several crucial errors that make is seem like it's quite inevitable that 300 people will destroy her house before the cops come to kick everyone out at 11:15. I'm still going, but not to party. Instead I'll be DD to my bro's and watch the party fuck up in front of me. If it doesn't then I'll have an even better time, but still a sober DD. I'm not trying to find any trouble a week before Spring Break, so there's no point in pushing it with this future plane crash. I'm willing to help the poor girl, who I don't think has even been to a party. Either way it'll be interesting. So we'll see how it goes.
That was a great way to kill 6 minutes. Now I'll give my signoff, until nex time...
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
10 days
Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey.
There's ten days left til Spring Break. That's fucking nuts. Preparation checklist will begin tomorrow. Some aspects of the preparation have already begun, e.g. Listerine is in use. Yeah at T-10 it's the time we've been waiting for since October to wrap up the planning and start implementing that plan. It's gonna be a serious affair too. Like the space shuttle checklists. Instructions will be locked in a safe, and everything will be done in secret. When the checklist is complete I'll call Houston and be like "K, I'm done."
Yeah I don't know where I was going with that. Brb I need water and bathroom.
So I wore hiking boots to school today because I felt like it and I gotta tell ya, I'm so glad I did. I went for a completely rugged look, with a twist of class. As if I were hiking to a classy dinner party. I'm rocking a golf polo (w/ undershirt), killing the gold watch and the rainforest bracelet. Below I have the typical cargo shorts with, of course, the hiking boots on the feet.
When I walk through the halls, the feeling on my feet is fucking incredible. My imagination cloaks the walls, creating a small crick-side path scene for me to explore. Just getting water and a bathroom break a few minutes ago felt like a two mile trek through the highlands of China. I looked to my left out the bay windows to see the Bradford Pear Trees blooming as usual, but in my head I saw dense vegetation with an orangutan grazing among the oriental yucca's. Tadpoles swim in a puddle that has invaded the rocky trail; condors circle overhead expecting food to follow in our footsteps. We stride up on a small waterfall and fill up our waterbottles, tasting never-fresher water, and before heading out we pick some beans off a local coffee plant and enjoy the delicious flavor of the herbal delicacy.
Fuck. I need to be more outdoorsy. t'Is no doubt that the movie 127 Hours is making me feel this way, but it's just so cool to go crazy adventuring just by yourself. A good solid adventuring would ease my mind and create such serenity that I'd be at peace with the environment for days. Maybe this weekend I'll go adventuring at Bernheim or Cherokee Park.
I've changed so dramatically from February to March. For the better no doubt, but my contentness for my current mindset is almost overwhelming. As noted in previous posts, my confidence is projected to rise steadily in the next two weeks, however I think we saw a spike over this weekend, that may or may not subside. If it doesn't subside, this cruise is about to be fucking amazing. Right now I'm in a focused trance: Work(out), Explore, Party, Fly. Although each of those are very demanding activities, I still feel like I'm in a constant lifelong chill-streak. It's as if even though the next several years of my life will be filled with difficult physical and mental stressors, I will be as chill as hell, as if nothing fazes me negatively.
Think about the seal training inservice I had last night. It's was dificult as hell. But strangely I wanted it. I was pretty chill about swimming HARD through cold water while hungover. Think about reading through documents upon documents of Flying manuals to learn to master my art, I need that. It's not work if it falls under my basic outline of life.
Al contrario, work that doesn't fall under my outline is the bullshit that hath been reined forth upon me. Like fucking music theory. I'm about done with that shit.
Let me lay this out so I can understand it better later on. I can do just about anything, HAPPILY, if it falls under my broad lifelong ideals. But I will not be very jovial about doing shit that doesn't fall under those ideals. Lifeguard inservices, that is bullshit that falls under my ideals, therefore I am able to embrace it. Music Theory is the exact opposite. What are my "broad lifelong ideals"? I wouldn't want to write them down as they change over time. But I can admit that xbox is not included, and the Miracle of Flight is.
Well I think I'm about done rambling about confusing shit. Until next time...
There's ten days left til Spring Break. That's fucking nuts. Preparation checklist will begin tomorrow. Some aspects of the preparation have already begun, e.g. Listerine is in use. Yeah at T-10 it's the time we've been waiting for since October to wrap up the planning and start implementing that plan. It's gonna be a serious affair too. Like the space shuttle checklists. Instructions will be locked in a safe, and everything will be done in secret. When the checklist is complete I'll call Houston and be like "K, I'm done."
Yeah I don't know where I was going with that. Brb I need water and bathroom.
So I wore hiking boots to school today because I felt like it and I gotta tell ya, I'm so glad I did. I went for a completely rugged look, with a twist of class. As if I were hiking to a classy dinner party. I'm rocking a golf polo (w/ undershirt), killing the gold watch and the rainforest bracelet. Below I have the typical cargo shorts with, of course, the hiking boots on the feet.
When I walk through the halls, the feeling on my feet is fucking incredible. My imagination cloaks the walls, creating a small crick-side path scene for me to explore. Just getting water and a bathroom break a few minutes ago felt like a two mile trek through the highlands of China. I looked to my left out the bay windows to see the Bradford Pear Trees blooming as usual, but in my head I saw dense vegetation with an orangutan grazing among the oriental yucca's. Tadpoles swim in a puddle that has invaded the rocky trail; condors circle overhead expecting food to follow in our footsteps. We stride up on a small waterfall and fill up our waterbottles, tasting never-fresher water, and before heading out we pick some beans off a local coffee plant and enjoy the delicious flavor of the herbal delicacy.
Fuck. I need to be more outdoorsy. t'Is no doubt that the movie 127 Hours is making me feel this way, but it's just so cool to go crazy adventuring just by yourself. A good solid adventuring would ease my mind and create such serenity that I'd be at peace with the environment for days. Maybe this weekend I'll go adventuring at Bernheim or Cherokee Park.
I've changed so dramatically from February to March. For the better no doubt, but my contentness for my current mindset is almost overwhelming. As noted in previous posts, my confidence is projected to rise steadily in the next two weeks, however I think we saw a spike over this weekend, that may or may not subside. If it doesn't subside, this cruise is about to be fucking amazing. Right now I'm in a focused trance: Work(out), Explore, Party, Fly. Although each of those are very demanding activities, I still feel like I'm in a constant lifelong chill-streak. It's as if even though the next several years of my life will be filled with difficult physical and mental stressors, I will be as chill as hell, as if nothing fazes me negatively.
Think about the seal training inservice I had last night. It's was dificult as hell. But strangely I wanted it. I was pretty chill about swimming HARD through cold water while hungover. Think about reading through documents upon documents of Flying manuals to learn to master my art, I need that. It's not work if it falls under my basic outline of life.
Al contrario, work that doesn't fall under my outline is the bullshit that hath been reined forth upon me. Like fucking music theory. I'm about done with that shit.
Let me lay this out so I can understand it better later on. I can do just about anything, HAPPILY, if it falls under my broad lifelong ideals. But I will not be very jovial about doing shit that doesn't fall under those ideals. Lifeguard inservices, that is bullshit that falls under my ideals, therefore I am able to embrace it. Music Theory is the exact opposite. What are my "broad lifelong ideals"? I wouldn't want to write them down as they change over time. But I can admit that xbox is not included, and the Miracle of Flight is.
Well I think I'm about done rambling about confusing shit. Until next time...
Monday, March 21, 2011
11 days
What's up? We're getting closer and closer to this crazy ass vacation. Get ready, strap in, cuz it's on it's way.
So I went extraordinarily hard this weekend. It started out Friday with a game, then Saturday with another game, then a party at Jenk's, then lifeguard inservice. The inservice was a good wrap-up for everything, it was less like an inservice, more like Seal Training. And being harshly hungover it was very unpleasant.
I watched the movie 127 hours. Where this guy gets his arm stuck on a rock and has to cut it off to survive. Then I watched his interview on Dateline. It has an effect of empowerment to me. Like if this dude can cut his own fucking arm off, I can do that and anything else if I need to. Like it's just so ridiculously unfathomable that it tricks your mind into wanting to go insanely hard in the paint like that guy did. The guy complains a lot while he's stuck in the rock, but remember he' allowed to cuz he's in a really shitty situation.
It's described as an "epic": a stand off between man and nature. An epic is when the environment around you tries to kill you, when a fight to the death ensues, and survival will come at a cost. Really adventurous outdoorsy people have epics everyone now and again, and it's cool as fuck! Like I know I should be careful what I wish for, but a "fight to the death with nature" is fucking intense! And I kind of want one... I just want to be tested. I've never really had an opportunity to prove that I can haul ass if necessary.
Well I'm done. Until next time...
So I went extraordinarily hard this weekend. It started out Friday with a game, then Saturday with another game, then a party at Jenk's, then lifeguard inservice. The inservice was a good wrap-up for everything, it was less like an inservice, more like Seal Training. And being harshly hungover it was very unpleasant.
I watched the movie 127 hours. Where this guy gets his arm stuck on a rock and has to cut it off to survive. Then I watched his interview on Dateline. It has an effect of empowerment to me. Like if this dude can cut his own fucking arm off, I can do that and anything else if I need to. Like it's just so ridiculously unfathomable that it tricks your mind into wanting to go insanely hard in the paint like that guy did. The guy complains a lot while he's stuck in the rock, but remember he' allowed to cuz he's in a really shitty situation.
It's described as an "epic": a stand off between man and nature. An epic is when the environment around you tries to kill you, when a fight to the death ensues, and survival will come at a cost. Really adventurous outdoorsy people have epics everyone now and again, and it's cool as fuck! Like I know I should be careful what I wish for, but a "fight to the death with nature" is fucking intense! And I kind of want one... I just want to be tested. I've never really had an opportunity to prove that I can haul ass if necessary.
Well I'm done. Until next time...
Friday, March 18, 2011
TWO WEEKS
So.... two weeks left. Then we go on vacation. That's nice.
However I have some less good news. The Wednesday of March 2nd, I had a really shitty day. Then, yesterday, Thursday of March 17th, I had yet another really shitty day. Now everyone has bad days now and again, but I believe I am able to analyze the patterns involved to make a prediction to my next shitty day. From the last gathered data, I have a shitty day every two weeks and a day. Thus, I am projected to have another shitty day on April 1st... The day before Spring Break.
It's near imperative that I have a GOOD day on April 1st. There is so many great things happening that day that I can't risk sacrificing. It is April Fools Day; among my favorite holidays due to it's imminent pranking opportunities. It is the day before the best fucking week in my life and that in itself deserves serious jovial celebration. Many things will be tainted, engulfed in malediction, if I have a shitty day on April 1st.
Be right back, gotta pee. This Tribute is going right through me. Ok. Saw Connor Waldrop get searched on my way back, such a shame. Back to the topic.
I feel like I'm being vague on the meaning of "shitty day". It's one of those days where just nothing goes right. Events that transpire throughout the day create a field of frustration and submission that hinders every single thing you do until the effect fades. I don't yet know when the effect typically fades, due to gaps in my studies, but it seems that doing something habitual to an excessant extent can cause the shitty day to end early. Yesterday my evening was saved after I worked out to fucking muscle failure and spent a half hour in the sauna. If working out is a sure-fire cure to the shitty day syndrome, I will be remembering that in two weeks.
Change of discussion...
My confidence is extraordinarily low this month. It began about the time I started working out, and has gradually increased (with a few dips) since. If I make a chart, a 6-Pack Size vs. Confidence chart, I will see a pretty even result of y=x+2...something like that. Then if I made a Pectoral Size vs. Confidence chart I will see a stronger result of y=2x-2. Then if I did a systems of equations setup to see what my overall confidence with respect to body...shit now I gotta do this problem. Gimme a minute. Fuck I don't know. I'd have to add the problems together and change the variable for pectoral size. Yeah I'll do that problem some other time when I have a pencil and paper. Oh nevermind, it'd be like y=2p+x. So if I use ratios for ab and pecs I can give a value to thoes variables and say definitively that...hold on...Everytime my appearence doubles in sexiness my confidence is multiplied by 6. Damn. That's gonna make me a huge douche in the future. But it'd be nearly impossible to double my current appearance, so I think a confidence gain of like 50% is more realistic. So that will probalby hit me all at once on April 1st, assuming I don't have a shitty day.
I'm good at projections and projection analysis. I'd make a project chart for anything if I can. I like that.
Moving on...
Once the Rupp Chaos has subsided it's time to get to the nitty griddy of Spring Break preparations. I have so much to plan and decide on. What beverage am I gonna drink in the morning at Louisville Int'l? When should I have a DVR-fest? Or should I even have a DVR-fest? What will be the final song I bump to in the car before my weeklong no-bump-period? So many questions, so few answers...yet.
One of those questions have just been answered. Let me tell of how. So I'm sitting here listening to Fuck the Bullshit on the Pod sipping my Tribute profusely. I ask Katel for a sip steal from her icecream sweet coffee shit and indulge in the sugary iced mess. That's when I realized that I haven't had a solid frappucino before a flight in like 3 years. I'm always sipping a capp or black roast. I always have capp's (a schedule 1 favorite beverage) before school on a hearty no-learn-day. But I can't have a capp two day's in a row. So the coffee I get at SDF before my flight will be a Grande Mocha Frapp. And that's decided and settled.
Damn this blog is stupid...Oh well. I'm sure someone will enjoy it in the future as it offers insight to the goofy yet substant mind of 'Senior' Decker Loyd. Until next time...
However I have some less good news. The Wednesday of March 2nd, I had a really shitty day. Then, yesterday, Thursday of March 17th, I had yet another really shitty day. Now everyone has bad days now and again, but I believe I am able to analyze the patterns involved to make a prediction to my next shitty day. From the last gathered data, I have a shitty day every two weeks and a day. Thus, I am projected to have another shitty day on April 1st... The day before Spring Break.
It's near imperative that I have a GOOD day on April 1st. There is so many great things happening that day that I can't risk sacrificing. It is April Fools Day; among my favorite holidays due to it's imminent pranking opportunities. It is the day before the best fucking week in my life and that in itself deserves serious jovial celebration. Many things will be tainted, engulfed in malediction, if I have a shitty day on April 1st.
Be right back, gotta pee. This Tribute is going right through me. Ok. Saw Connor Waldrop get searched on my way back, such a shame. Back to the topic.
I feel like I'm being vague on the meaning of "shitty day". It's one of those days where just nothing goes right. Events that transpire throughout the day create a field of frustration and submission that hinders every single thing you do until the effect fades. I don't yet know when the effect typically fades, due to gaps in my studies, but it seems that doing something habitual to an excessant extent can cause the shitty day to end early. Yesterday my evening was saved after I worked out to fucking muscle failure and spent a half hour in the sauna. If working out is a sure-fire cure to the shitty day syndrome, I will be remembering that in two weeks.
Change of discussion...
My confidence is extraordinarily low this month. It began about the time I started working out, and has gradually increased (with a few dips) since. If I make a chart, a 6-Pack Size vs. Confidence chart, I will see a pretty even result of y=x+2...something like that. Then if I made a Pectoral Size vs. Confidence chart I will see a stronger result of y=2x-2. Then if I did a systems of equations setup to see what my overall confidence with respect to body...shit now I gotta do this problem. Gimme a minute. Fuck I don't know. I'd have to add the problems together and change the variable for pectoral size. Yeah I'll do that problem some other time when I have a pencil and paper. Oh nevermind, it'd be like y=2p+x. So if I use ratios for ab and pecs I can give a value to thoes variables and say definitively that...hold on...Everytime my appearence doubles in sexiness my confidence is multiplied by 6. Damn. That's gonna make me a huge douche in the future. But it'd be nearly impossible to double my current appearance, so I think a confidence gain of like 50% is more realistic. So that will probalby hit me all at once on April 1st, assuming I don't have a shitty day.
I'm good at projections and projection analysis. I'd make a project chart for anything if I can. I like that.
Moving on...
Once the Rupp Chaos has subsided it's time to get to the nitty griddy of Spring Break preparations. I have so much to plan and decide on. What beverage am I gonna drink in the morning at Louisville Int'l? When should I have a DVR-fest? Or should I even have a DVR-fest? What will be the final song I bump to in the car before my weeklong no-bump-period? So many questions, so few answers...yet.
One of those questions have just been answered. Let me tell of how. So I'm sitting here listening to Fuck the Bullshit on the Pod sipping my Tribute profusely. I ask Katel for a sip steal from her icecream sweet coffee shit and indulge in the sugary iced mess. That's when I realized that I haven't had a solid frappucino before a flight in like 3 years. I'm always sipping a capp or black roast. I always have capp's (a schedule 1 favorite beverage) before school on a hearty no-learn-day. But I can't have a capp two day's in a row. So the coffee I get at SDF before my flight will be a Grande Mocha Frapp. And that's decided and settled.
Damn this blog is stupid...Oh well. I'm sure someone will enjoy it in the future as it offers insight to the goofy yet substant mind of 'Senior' Decker Loyd. Until next time...
Thursday, March 17, 2011
15 days
Day 4 of the no learn week. It's a very chill week. I had a 12 hour nap last night from 6pm to 6am. Now I feel like $500,000, about halfway to a million.
Today is St. Patrick's day, I broke out the mission green polo. I honestly never believed I'd wear this shirt after I received it. But St. Patricks day made it happen.
We are going to Lexington again on Friday. That's what I'm tal'm bout. We had a good excursion yesterday, with a class-act road trip followed by a good basketball game. Now I'm praying for a hotel party. In this case, every party-friendly individual would purchase a hotel room and bring a bottle of somethin-somethin and, in essence, throw a party. If not, it would just be a chill Friday .
We are growing dangerously close to Spring Break. If we were as close to a Japanese nuclear powerplant as we are to Spring Break, we'd be dead (bad joke...). Immediately following Rupp the preparation phase of Spring Break will begin, and I'll be out buying Gushers, emptying Benadryl bottles and then cleaning them, etc. The preparation will just make it more exciting.
It was nice to visit my city of future residence yesterday. I'm ready to get out of Louisville, and into somewhere else. And then four years later I'll be out somewhere else, hopefully Honolulu. But as long as I'm in consistent motion I don't mind sticking it out in some shitty city for a few years, as long as it's not Memphis. It's just in hopes that I soon end up in a place of pure desire, such as Honolulu or Miami. And then, worst case scenario, if I don't end up anywhere good by the time I retire, I will move somewhere REALLY good and chill there until I die. I doubt I'll resort to that, I'm thinking I'll likely move somewhere I like and stay there doing fun stuff. Yup. Life story.
I'm also ready to hit up some Space-A travel with the Air Force. I'm gonna be traveling as much as possible just to keep my shit straight. In the future, I hope to fly in real life as much as I do now on the sim. This is a realistic goal, especially if I become a pilot. Hmmm...Praying.
I had an amazing dream last night that my environmental science class took a field trip and we ended up throwing a party while Mrs. Dean was away. Then she got pissed and the cops were called and a whole bunch of shit went down. But I realize, that having a dream about a party is almost as fun as going to a real party. Because when real parties get busted there are repercussions and bullshit. But with dream parties, when the party gets busted and shit starts falling from the sky, you simply wake up-happy as hell.
I'm gonna read some reviews of my cruise ship now. Although I'd love to write more...I'm not gonna. So until next time...
Today is St. Patrick's day, I broke out the mission green polo. I honestly never believed I'd wear this shirt after I received it. But St. Patricks day made it happen.
We are going to Lexington again on Friday. That's what I'm tal'm bout. We had a good excursion yesterday, with a class-act road trip followed by a good basketball game. Now I'm praying for a hotel party. In this case, every party-friendly individual would purchase a hotel room and bring a bottle of somethin-somethin and, in essence, throw a party. If not, it would just be a chill Friday .
We are growing dangerously close to Spring Break. If we were as close to a Japanese nuclear powerplant as we are to Spring Break, we'd be dead (bad joke...). Immediately following Rupp the preparation phase of Spring Break will begin, and I'll be out buying Gushers, emptying Benadryl bottles and then cleaning them, etc. The preparation will just make it more exciting.
It was nice to visit my city of future residence yesterday. I'm ready to get out of Louisville, and into somewhere else. And then four years later I'll be out somewhere else, hopefully Honolulu. But as long as I'm in consistent motion I don't mind sticking it out in some shitty city for a few years, as long as it's not Memphis. It's just in hopes that I soon end up in a place of pure desire, such as Honolulu or Miami. And then, worst case scenario, if I don't end up anywhere good by the time I retire, I will move somewhere REALLY good and chill there until I die. I doubt I'll resort to that, I'm thinking I'll likely move somewhere I like and stay there doing fun stuff. Yup. Life story.
I'm also ready to hit up some Space-A travel with the Air Force. I'm gonna be traveling as much as possible just to keep my shit straight. In the future, I hope to fly in real life as much as I do now on the sim. This is a realistic goal, especially if I become a pilot. Hmmm...Praying.
I had an amazing dream last night that my environmental science class took a field trip and we ended up throwing a party while Mrs. Dean was away. Then she got pissed and the cops were called and a whole bunch of shit went down. But I realize, that having a dream about a party is almost as fun as going to a real party. Because when real parties get busted there are repercussions and bullshit. But with dream parties, when the party gets busted and shit starts falling from the sky, you simply wake up-happy as hell.
I'm gonna read some reviews of my cruise ship now. Although I'd love to write more...I'm not gonna. So until next time...
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
16 days
Damn we're getting close to Spring Break. That's a good thing.
Shorts season officially starts today! Spring weather is imminent and thus the spring attire is set to ARM. Strangely, although I'm wearing shorts and a hoodie, I'm hot. Gonna take this hoodie off..Aright, that feels better.
I was reminded of a terrible feeling on my walk to Hobbs' room today. I peaked into one of the AP English classrooms to find 2-liters, cupcakes, cookies, and chips. Looks like a party. A party that I'm not invited to. Although a rare occasion, some parties are events of which I did not recieve an invitation. And it's some bullshit. Knowing there's a party going on next door, but you can't join!
Oh well. I'm tired. Sorry for this recent stream of short blog posts. I just have been tired and not feeling the flow this week. Anyway, until next time...
Shorts season officially starts today! Spring weather is imminent and thus the spring attire is set to ARM. Strangely, although I'm wearing shorts and a hoodie, I'm hot. Gonna take this hoodie off..Aright, that feels better.
I was reminded of a terrible feeling on my walk to Hobbs' room today. I peaked into one of the AP English classrooms to find 2-liters, cupcakes, cookies, and chips. Looks like a party. A party that I'm not invited to. Although a rare occasion, some parties are events of which I did not recieve an invitation. And it's some bullshit. Knowing there's a party going on next door, but you can't join!
Oh well. I'm tired. Sorry for this recent stream of short blog posts. I just have been tired and not feeling the flow this week. Anyway, until next time...
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
17 days
What's up. Day 2 of the no learn week. Didn't do shit yesterday, not doing shit today. And that's that.
So I'm walking to Hobbs' room today. Well wait, you need some preface to this story. So there's this freshman girl who's really short and kinda cute. So I'm walking to my car yesterday after school, and I see two of them. They're twins! What a surprise. Then, today I'm walking to Hobbs' room, and I see not two of them, THREE of them. How crazy is that?
Not much else to blog about today. I'm in a writers block this week. Nothing to write about. Sorry. Until next time...
So I'm walking to Hobbs' room today. Well wait, you need some preface to this story. So there's this freshman girl who's really short and kinda cute. So I'm walking to my car yesterday after school, and I see two of them. They're twins! What a surprise. Then, today I'm walking to Hobbs' room, and I see not two of them, THREE of them. How crazy is that?
Not much else to blog about today. I'm in a writers block this week. Nothing to write about. Sorry. Until next time...
Monday, March 14, 2011
18 days
What's up. Not much to blog about this morning. My apologies.
Went to a nice party on Friday. Must've been 200 people there. Cops busted it up in like an hour flat. It was fun indeed.
Daylight savings time struck us. It's dark as hell outside again. I'm not exactly liking that. On the plus side, it'll be nice and bright at 7pm.
I see an open desk. Time for a nap. Until next time...
Went to a nice party on Friday. Must've been 200 people there. Cops busted it up in like an hour flat. It was fun indeed.
Daylight savings time struck us. It's dark as hell outside again. I'm not exactly liking that. On the plus side, it'll be nice and bright at 7pm.
I see an open desk. Time for a nap. Until next time...
Friday, March 11, 2011
21 days
Happy Friday.
I'm sipping some Tribute. It's fucking nuts. It's difficult to handle. It's like 3x stronger than the strongest thing I've tasted. Starbucks is doing green cup handles because the tribute color is green and it's Tribute week. It's to my knowledge that Tribute is pretty new. It tastes like...well, I can't even really describe it.
If I had to guess what's in it, I'd say maybe the purest form of coffee bean grown in an eagles nest perched atop a redwood tree of California's Muir Woods. It's then sprayed with some sort of organic flavouring, gilded in edible gold, and then strained into the purest spring water on Earth-from the rainforests of Honduras. Then, when they have the final concoction and ready to go, they add one drop of Patrón Gold and stir with the branch of a weeping willow tree. Then the willow branch is broken above the cup so that a tiny amount of sap can fall into the coffee. When the blend is just about perfect, it is reheated to a near boiling 199°F exactly using natural gas from the blubber of a fossilized bowhead whale who's body rested for thousands of years, frozen among the glaciers of Antarctica. And that is how they make Tribute, I think. At least that's what it tastes like.
Party tonight. I'm very excited to have recieved an invite. Doug will be my party-mate. It's an Atherton party and you know how experienced those guys are at partying. This and Rupp should be like precursors to Spring Break. I need some party conditioning, so that I can party non-stop for the whole week of SBXI. This also signals that the winter party hibernation is over. My last party was New Years. It's been like 2.5 months. And now I have the parties lined up like they should be.
I was thinking last night about writing a letter to my parents. Not any sort of conventional letter though, this letter would be a message to my future self and future parents. It'll be something I put in the memory folder for like 10 to 12 years until reading it again and possibly letting my parents read it. This letter would include everything I did this year, and how often I did stuff they wouldn't have approved of. It could also include stuff that they didn't catch while raising me that would've lead to them discovering everything about me. For example, I've mentioned this blog to them like 5 times, even told them the website. Had they ever read it, they'd discover a lot of interesting things about me that they've never known before. Oh well they'll know in ten years after they can't punish me anymore. Good God I'm a douchebag.
I think sometime next week, whenever I'm up to it, I'm gonna write a full on essay. Last year in AP English I gained the superpower of writing a really good and long essay in a very short amount of time. Since I'm now in Honors English I no longer excersize that ability. I'll think of a prompt that's nice and thought provoking, then I'll spend a few minutes thinking it through, then I'll spend the entire first period creating the essay; I'll put it in this blog. I don't know, I just feel like that's a neat little challenge.
I have an appointment with a fitness instructor today at 5:30 to learn how to workout properly: one of the many many benefits of my beautiful job (no sarcasm). Her name is Rachel and she's really hot. That's motivation. It's a comical situation (like a sit-com), in fact this particular situation pops up in almost every show out there. It'd really be following the sit-com formula if Rachel turns out to be a crazy hardcore workout bitch that makes me cry and wanna kill myself. But I doubt that'll happen.
Well I need to use the bathroom and get ready to head out of here. Until next time...
I'm sipping some Tribute. It's fucking nuts. It's difficult to handle. It's like 3x stronger than the strongest thing I've tasted. Starbucks is doing green cup handles because the tribute color is green and it's Tribute week. It's to my knowledge that Tribute is pretty new. It tastes like...well, I can't even really describe it.
If I had to guess what's in it, I'd say maybe the purest form of coffee bean grown in an eagles nest perched atop a redwood tree of California's Muir Woods. It's then sprayed with some sort of organic flavouring, gilded in edible gold, and then strained into the purest spring water on Earth-from the rainforests of Honduras. Then, when they have the final concoction and ready to go, they add one drop of Patrón Gold and stir with the branch of a weeping willow tree. Then the willow branch is broken above the cup so that a tiny amount of sap can fall into the coffee. When the blend is just about perfect, it is reheated to a near boiling 199°F exactly using natural gas from the blubber of a fossilized bowhead whale who's body rested for thousands of years, frozen among the glaciers of Antarctica. And that is how they make Tribute, I think. At least that's what it tastes like.
Party tonight. I'm very excited to have recieved an invite. Doug will be my party-mate. It's an Atherton party and you know how experienced those guys are at partying. This and Rupp should be like precursors to Spring Break. I need some party conditioning, so that I can party non-stop for the whole week of SBXI. This also signals that the winter party hibernation is over. My last party was New Years. It's been like 2.5 months. And now I have the parties lined up like they should be.
I was thinking last night about writing a letter to my parents. Not any sort of conventional letter though, this letter would be a message to my future self and future parents. It'll be something I put in the memory folder for like 10 to 12 years until reading it again and possibly letting my parents read it. This letter would include everything I did this year, and how often I did stuff they wouldn't have approved of. It could also include stuff that they didn't catch while raising me that would've lead to them discovering everything about me. For example, I've mentioned this blog to them like 5 times, even told them the website. Had they ever read it, they'd discover a lot of interesting things about me that they've never known before. Oh well they'll know in ten years after they can't punish me anymore. Good God I'm a douchebag.
I think sometime next week, whenever I'm up to it, I'm gonna write a full on essay. Last year in AP English I gained the superpower of writing a really good and long essay in a very short amount of time. Since I'm now in Honors English I no longer excersize that ability. I'll think of a prompt that's nice and thought provoking, then I'll spend a few minutes thinking it through, then I'll spend the entire first period creating the essay; I'll put it in this blog. I don't know, I just feel like that's a neat little challenge.
I have an appointment with a fitness instructor today at 5:30 to learn how to workout properly: one of the many many benefits of my beautiful job (no sarcasm). Her name is Rachel and she's really hot. That's motivation. It's a comical situation (like a sit-com), in fact this particular situation pops up in almost every show out there. It'd really be following the sit-com formula if Rachel turns out to be a crazy hardcore workout bitch that makes me cry and wanna kill myself. But I doubt that'll happen.
Well I need to use the bathroom and get ready to head out of here. Until next time...
Thursday, March 10, 2011
22 days
What's up? It's blog time. I'm trying to think of which topic to discuss first. I have many lined up for today.
First off. I was lifeguarding the other day, and realized something. If you get pumped up, and then get that "going hard" mentality, you can pretty much do anything. For example, I'm lifeguarding thinking about spring break and how hard I'm going, rupp and how hard I'm going, and my workout for later that night and how hard I'm going for that. Then you hit that comical tunnel vision where you're screaming in your mind "I'm going SO fucking hard for this party/workout/spring break!! So fucking hard you won't even know what's happening!!". Then when that party/workout/SB rolls around you end up pushing it beyond previously thought possibility. Realizing that I had an interesting and unique tool, I experimented and thought to myself "I'm going SO fucking hard at work today, gonna be on insane street I'm watching this pool so diligently!! Try and drown, see what happens, I'll save your mothafucking ass..Bring it." Then my brow lowered and my veins popped and I watched that pool like it was a movie. Thus, by getting pumped up for Rupp and SBXI, I am enhancing my partying capabilities. Mind blown?
Moving on. Basketball team made it to the state tournament. Everyone is going nuts. Although I'm happy for them and am glad they made it, I am not part of the basketball team and therefore am more excited for the actual vacation of the state tournament rather than I am for the team. Wednesday, get out of school early, go to Rupp, kick ass, come home. Friday, go to Rupp, win or lose, then party. Yeah, party like Y2K-1. I've never been invited to more parties in my life. Hotel parties, EKU parties, UK parties. I've been to college parties, but never hotel parties. And I'm entirely STOKED for that. Imagine the song "Holidae Inn", now apply that to my life for one night and BAM you have what Friday night should be like.
I entirely forgot my next topic. This is pissing me off cuz it was something good. OH! I remember now!
Ok so a bit of background before I dive into this. So the AP music teacher, Mrs. Knapke, is off doing some important music theory shit (oxymoron!) and isn't in school this week. We have some 70-something-year-old substitute who's putting on the video and watching us this week. He's quite the chatty gentleman. Upon the first day he asked if I were on the basketball team, to his dissapointment I'm not, but I chatted about my swimming. He walked away just as Amanda reminded me it'd be amusing to see his reaction to my pilot's license. So he's been chatting me and Amanda up on and off everyday and yesterday he hit upon a humorous concept.
He told me "I'm thinking of throwing a party in this class on Friday, would that be ok with you?". I was like "Sir, you are talking to certainly the most party-friendly person in this class. That idea is not only ok with me, but it is more of the 'fuck yes' variety. I will highly advocate that particular idea with senior preponderance." And promptly replied with a smile "Well then that's what I'll do." Now I, even to this moment, lack the slightest clue as to why this man wants to throw a party for the class he's subbing. But he wants to, and I'm supporting him. A lot. If an old man feels like throwing a party, that's his prerogative and my privelidge. Advantage will be taken accordingly. This story reminds me of that Kesha song "we are who we are", of which I listened to for writing this segment.
So I realized, like three or four times in the past 45 minutes that stretching feels AMAZING when assuming a working-out lifestyle. It's like all this built up testosterone and swag-fluid is flushing my growing muscles and it's pertinent to release that chemical concoction and it feels like a vacation every time. One of the many perks to my new long term "lifestyle".
I think I'm shooting for a record with this blog post. Current record was that one I posted a week or two ago that had 1,339 words. It's certainly a monster post, but so is this one. I just don't know if it'll exactly beat it. I have to type pretty much nonstop for the entire 50 minutes in order to score a thousand words plus, and I'm running out of things to talk about fast. In fact yeah right about now I'm out of things to talk about. Shit...
I guess I have some small things that can be noted upon. I heard birds pleasantly chirping when I woke up this morning. They weren't loud or anything but their presence was made certain. We're having a lot of crap weather in this first two weeks of March. I somewhat expected that but not to this degree. It's completely acceptable unless the latter two weeks of March are like this aswell. I need nice spring weather to be fully content. I will also make notice that I'm not bitching, I'm simply making clear my discontentness. There's a difference and a fine line which I have not crossed and hope to not cross in the future.
Well I've made this post about as big as can be while keeping it equally interesting. I don't think I can go any further without making it boring. I hope you understand that I can make that acknowledgement. Until next time...
First off. I was lifeguarding the other day, and realized something. If you get pumped up, and then get that "going hard" mentality, you can pretty much do anything. For example, I'm lifeguarding thinking about spring break and how hard I'm going, rupp and how hard I'm going, and my workout for later that night and how hard I'm going for that. Then you hit that comical tunnel vision where you're screaming in your mind "I'm going SO fucking hard for this party/workout/spring break!! So fucking hard you won't even know what's happening!!". Then when that party/workout/SB rolls around you end up pushing it beyond previously thought possibility. Realizing that I had an interesting and unique tool, I experimented and thought to myself "I'm going SO fucking hard at work today, gonna be on insane street I'm watching this pool so diligently!! Try and drown, see what happens, I'll save your mothafucking ass..Bring it." Then my brow lowered and my veins popped and I watched that pool like it was a movie. Thus, by getting pumped up for Rupp and SBXI, I am enhancing my partying capabilities. Mind blown?
Moving on. Basketball team made it to the state tournament. Everyone is going nuts. Although I'm happy for them and am glad they made it, I am not part of the basketball team and therefore am more excited for the actual vacation of the state tournament rather than I am for the team. Wednesday, get out of school early, go to Rupp, kick ass, come home. Friday, go to Rupp, win or lose, then party. Yeah, party like Y2K-1. I've never been invited to more parties in my life. Hotel parties, EKU parties, UK parties. I've been to college parties, but never hotel parties. And I'm entirely STOKED for that. Imagine the song "Holidae Inn", now apply that to my life for one night and BAM you have what Friday night should be like.
I entirely forgot my next topic. This is pissing me off cuz it was something good. OH! I remember now!
Ok so a bit of background before I dive into this. So the AP music teacher, Mrs. Knapke, is off doing some important music theory shit (oxymoron!) and isn't in school this week. We have some 70-something-year-old substitute who's putting on the video and watching us this week. He's quite the chatty gentleman. Upon the first day he asked if I were on the basketball team, to his dissapointment I'm not, but I chatted about my swimming. He walked away just as Amanda reminded me it'd be amusing to see his reaction to my pilot's license. So he's been chatting me and Amanda up on and off everyday and yesterday he hit upon a humorous concept.
He told me "I'm thinking of throwing a party in this class on Friday, would that be ok with you?". I was like "Sir, you are talking to certainly the most party-friendly person in this class. That idea is not only ok with me, but it is more of the 'fuck yes' variety. I will highly advocate that particular idea with senior preponderance." And promptly replied with a smile "Well then that's what I'll do." Now I, even to this moment, lack the slightest clue as to why this man wants to throw a party for the class he's subbing. But he wants to, and I'm supporting him. A lot. If an old man feels like throwing a party, that's his prerogative and my privelidge. Advantage will be taken accordingly. This story reminds me of that Kesha song "we are who we are", of which I listened to for writing this segment.
So I realized, like three or four times in the past 45 minutes that stretching feels AMAZING when assuming a working-out lifestyle. It's like all this built up testosterone and swag-fluid is flushing my growing muscles and it's pertinent to release that chemical concoction and it feels like a vacation every time. One of the many perks to my new long term "lifestyle".
I think I'm shooting for a record with this blog post. Current record was that one I posted a week or two ago that had 1,339 words. It's certainly a monster post, but so is this one. I just don't know if it'll exactly beat it. I have to type pretty much nonstop for the entire 50 minutes in order to score a thousand words plus, and I'm running out of things to talk about fast. In fact yeah right about now I'm out of things to talk about. Shit...
I guess I have some small things that can be noted upon. I heard birds pleasantly chirping when I woke up this morning. They weren't loud or anything but their presence was made certain. We're having a lot of crap weather in this first two weeks of March. I somewhat expected that but not to this degree. It's completely acceptable unless the latter two weeks of March are like this aswell. I need nice spring weather to be fully content. I will also make notice that I'm not bitching, I'm simply making clear my discontentness. There's a difference and a fine line which I have not crossed and hope to not cross in the future.
Well I've made this post about as big as can be while keeping it equally interesting. I don't think I can go any further without making it boring. I hope you understand that I can make that acknowledgement. Until next time...
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
23 days
What's up, I'm tired as all hell today. I need a nap 2nd or 3rd period to set me straight.
Basketball team is going to state. So next Wednesday through Friday is the "break before spring break". No learn week is included with that.
The weather is and will continue to be shit. Hopefully it will only last another week and we can have a pleasant latter-half of March. Rainy and ugly today, rainy and ugly yesterday. Stay tuned...
I need to get flying again. It's been a while, perhaps too long. I'm ready to flight plan some real flights, and get in a real cockpit, and navigate a real plane. That'll start back in either April or May.
So this summer I will either be going to New York City, Los Angeles, or Miami. Hopefully a combination between those can be implemented.
In other news, I hate Wednesdays to holy hell. Worst day of the week. With a mix of uniform day, work, and some other bullshit mixed in, it's not at all pleasant. Luckily next week I have a two day, Monday-Tuesday, workweek.
Gas prices are up. Don't know how I'm gonna start paying for that when the time comes, but I'll figure a way. I'm getting tired of oil. I'm ready for a new type of energy that won't be price gauged.
Well I'm gonna catch some z's in an empty desk. Until next time....
Basketball team is going to state. So next Wednesday through Friday is the "break before spring break". No learn week is included with that.
The weather is and will continue to be shit. Hopefully it will only last another week and we can have a pleasant latter-half of March. Rainy and ugly today, rainy and ugly yesterday. Stay tuned...
I need to get flying again. It's been a while, perhaps too long. I'm ready to flight plan some real flights, and get in a real cockpit, and navigate a real plane. That'll start back in either April or May.
So this summer I will either be going to New York City, Los Angeles, or Miami. Hopefully a combination between those can be implemented.
In other news, I hate Wednesdays to holy hell. Worst day of the week. With a mix of uniform day, work, and some other bullshit mixed in, it's not at all pleasant. Luckily next week I have a two day, Monday-Tuesday, workweek.
Gas prices are up. Don't know how I'm gonna start paying for that when the time comes, but I'll figure a way. I'm getting tired of oil. I'm ready for a new type of energy that won't be price gauged.
Well I'm gonna catch some z's in an empty desk. Until next time....
24 days
Heyyo!!! What's up, how's Tuesday morning for everyone? Today Hobbs' has put me "on call" for assignments. Which doesn't really have any applicable meaning to me, my aide behavior does not change at all when I'm on call vs. off call. I do know that similar to most professions (lifeguards, nurses, pilots), I'm not allowed to drink while on call. So I'm forced to go sober this period. Rats...
Random memory. I was on the cruise over Christmas break, 8th grade, 2006. Brother Eric and cousin Travis had a system where they would turn they're head to check out a hot girl that passed by while they shouted "heyyo!" as a means of alarm. This system failed when one girl heard them shout "heyyo" but misheard and snapped at them "Did you just say 'eww'!?". Shame.
Java is messing up today and won't let me save the blog post. That means if this somehow gets erased it'll be gone forever, seeing as it won't save. I should probably back it up to a word document to be safe. Ok this computer is being a complete bitch.
I have no internet. Which is for strangely ruining my mood. Bullshit. I’m so bored now. I just want the internet to work. That is all… Not too much to ask for. Let me try to save this, then reboot, then I don’t know. Because Word is correcting every little goddamn thing like it’s the literature God which is pissing me off. I’m sorry I occasionally write using sentence fragments, like the second sentence in this paragraph. Sue me.
Random memory. I was on the cruise over Christmas break, 8th grade, 2006. Brother Eric and cousin Travis had a system where they would turn they're head to check out a hot girl that passed by while they shouted "heyyo!" as a means of alarm. This system failed when one girl heard them shout "heyyo" but misheard and snapped at them "Did you just say 'eww'!?". Shame.
Java is messing up today and won't let me save the blog post. That means if this somehow gets erased it'll be gone forever, seeing as it won't save. I should probably back it up to a word document to be safe. Ok this computer is being a complete bitch.
I have no internet. Which is for strangely ruining my mood. Bullshit. I’m so bored now. I just want the internet to work. That is all… Not too much to ask for. Let me try to save this, then reboot, then I don’t know. Because Word is correcting every little goddamn thing like it’s the literature God which is pissing me off. I’m sorry I occasionally write using sentence fragments, like the second sentence in this paragraph. Sue me.
Monday, March 7, 2011
25 days
You know what pisses me off? Before school, when I'm vedging out in my car, I enjoy myself blasting music that's audible across the parking lot. Then Admiral Dipshit comes up and tries to kick me out of my own car. Today he came up to my window stating "he has to tell me every day and he's not going to tell me again". And my response to him was about to be "well fuck you because to my knowlege there is no rule that bans sitting in your car until school starts" but he walked away before I could respond. So I turned the volume back up and proceeded to jar the shit out of my trunk.
I installed surround sound in my room. Yes, surround sound. 2 subwoofers, 4 speakers, 1 volume control. 'tis high quality sound. I'm very proud of myself. I decided to cease work on the workout room sound system for two reasons: to be able to put all efforts to bedroom sound system; and I'll soon start going to the gym to workout, making the workout room and it's potential sound system obsolete.
The 'lifestyle change' is going well, thanks for asking. I'm beginning to get used to the routine and better yet I'm seeing small results. I'm starting to notice guns, not big guns, like 20mm pistols. Which is fine for now. I went with my dad to GNC to purchase some bulk up shit and discovered that GNC is in fact the Douche Capital of Mall St. Matthews. As I was checking out, some little 7th grade fucker came up to me "Bro are you on creatine?"..."Uh, I am now"..."Dude it's good"..."Great, you on steroids?". Douchebag.
It's typical first-two-weeks-of-March weather. 40-50's, rainy, grey, starting to look green. The super overly nice days will come in like 5-7 days I'm predicting. A quick look at the iPhone weather app somewhat confirms this. Oh well. Here's the way I look at it. I don't care if every single day in March is crap. I just want April 1st to be a gorgeous-ass day. I want to go to school that day, sunglasses equipped, and have a good no learn day where the windows are wide open and the wind gently blows at the blinds. I'll have my favorite caffeinated bevarage which will taste and feel like drinking a frothy cloud, as I look out the window next to Katel smiling at the morning outside. I'll go to the party bathroom like four times that day where I will text sir Krauss about the beautiful mood and atmosphere. 7th period will roll around seemingly too soon and I will rot in that desk of mine counting each and every one of those 50 minutes until 2:20.
Then the bell will ring and I'll slowly walk to my car enjoying "Kokomo" being played over the PA, gracefully giving highfives to everyone worthy along the way. I'll step outside into the warm Spring air, smile, take a deep breath, and twirl my lanyard around like a fucking helicopter. The 172 day wait is over, and it's time for the most relaxing drive home ever. I'll pump some positive energy, hearty-beated music with sufficient bass, with the windows down for all to enjoy. People walking past my car will smile at the happy music, also reminded of the magnificent week ahead. Sunglasses on active, watch shining and reflecting the gold sun, class ring giving a hint of royal blue on my right hand, and my boat shoes ready to step onto a real boat, my spring break swag will be set to ARM. Hell, I might even enjoy a smoke for the drive.
Then I will arrive home. Step out of the car, step into the house. I'll hold my hands up in joy before turning on the surround sound in my room and blasting yet more happy music. The week of utmost partying has begun, and it's time to get fucking crazy.
Speaking of which. I had an interesting conversation with Chloe, Alex Krauss' sister, of whom I've hooked up with at some point in my Los Angeles adventures. We discussed partying a little and she asked if I've been partying hard as per usual, I said no because it's winter but the partying off-season ends Spring Break. She expressed that she was jubilent that we'd start the party season together and celebrate our birthdays. I responded "Hell yes. I'm gonna party so hard you'll be like 'Decker I can't party anymore...' and I'll be like 'fuck that I'm still partying!'"
I mean, it's the biggest, craziest, most awesome week for partying in the year. If I throw up on the nightly, so be it, party harder. If I am hungover every single day from the hours of sunrise to happy hour, so be it, party harder. If I wake up in a different stateroom every morning, not knowing what the fuck happened as to how I fell asleep there, so be it, party harder. It's almost gonna be challenging to go that crazy for a week straight. But I'm up to it. I want to remember the fiestaness for the rest of my life.
Hell yeah. I'm gonna go look up the term "ARM" now. Adios.
I installed surround sound in my room. Yes, surround sound. 2 subwoofers, 4 speakers, 1 volume control. 'tis high quality sound. I'm very proud of myself. I decided to cease work on the workout room sound system for two reasons: to be able to put all efforts to bedroom sound system; and I'll soon start going to the gym to workout, making the workout room and it's potential sound system obsolete.
The 'lifestyle change' is going well, thanks for asking. I'm beginning to get used to the routine and better yet I'm seeing small results. I'm starting to notice guns, not big guns, like 20mm pistols. Which is fine for now. I went with my dad to GNC to purchase some bulk up shit and discovered that GNC is in fact the Douche Capital of Mall St. Matthews. As I was checking out, some little 7th grade fucker came up to me "Bro are you on creatine?"..."Uh, I am now"..."Dude it's good"..."Great, you on steroids?". Douchebag.
It's typical first-two-weeks-of-March weather. 40-50's, rainy, grey, starting to look green. The super overly nice days will come in like 5-7 days I'm predicting. A quick look at the iPhone weather app somewhat confirms this. Oh well. Here's the way I look at it. I don't care if every single day in March is crap. I just want April 1st to be a gorgeous-ass day. I want to go to school that day, sunglasses equipped, and have a good no learn day where the windows are wide open and the wind gently blows at the blinds. I'll have my favorite caffeinated bevarage which will taste and feel like drinking a frothy cloud, as I look out the window next to Katel smiling at the morning outside. I'll go to the party bathroom like four times that day where I will text sir Krauss about the beautiful mood and atmosphere. 7th period will roll around seemingly too soon and I will rot in that desk of mine counting each and every one of those 50 minutes until 2:20.
Then the bell will ring and I'll slowly walk to my car enjoying "Kokomo" being played over the PA, gracefully giving highfives to everyone worthy along the way. I'll step outside into the warm Spring air, smile, take a deep breath, and twirl my lanyard around like a fucking helicopter. The 172 day wait is over, and it's time for the most relaxing drive home ever. I'll pump some positive energy, hearty-beated music with sufficient bass, with the windows down for all to enjoy. People walking past my car will smile at the happy music, also reminded of the magnificent week ahead. Sunglasses on active, watch shining and reflecting the gold sun, class ring giving a hint of royal blue on my right hand, and my boat shoes ready to step onto a real boat, my spring break swag will be set to ARM. Hell, I might even enjoy a smoke for the drive.
Then I will arrive home. Step out of the car, step into the house. I'll hold my hands up in joy before turning on the surround sound in my room and blasting yet more happy music. The week of utmost partying has begun, and it's time to get fucking crazy.
Speaking of which. I had an interesting conversation with Chloe, Alex Krauss' sister, of whom I've hooked up with at some point in my Los Angeles adventures. We discussed partying a little and she asked if I've been partying hard as per usual, I said no because it's winter but the partying off-season ends Spring Break. She expressed that she was jubilent that we'd start the party season together and celebrate our birthdays. I responded "Hell yes. I'm gonna party so hard you'll be like 'Decker I can't party anymore...' and I'll be like 'fuck that I'm still partying!'"
I mean, it's the biggest, craziest, most awesome week for partying in the year. If I throw up on the nightly, so be it, party harder. If I am hungover every single day from the hours of sunrise to happy hour, so be it, party harder. If I wake up in a different stateroom every morning, not knowing what the fuck happened as to how I fell asleep there, so be it, party harder. It's almost gonna be challenging to go that crazy for a week straight. But I'm up to it. I want to remember the fiestaness for the rest of my life.
Hell yeah. I'm gonna go look up the term "ARM" now. Adios.
Friday, March 4, 2011
28 days
ITS FRIDAY!!! Happy almost weekend to you.
Ran an errand for hobbs. Got a free donut. That's what I'm talking about. It was very nice of the front office to give me one. Much thanks.
This day started out quite nice. Good cool breeze, very comfortable. Now if you look out west it appears some fiercer weather is headed our way.
Oh shit. Turmoil in Hobbs' class. Eh it was stupid. About vocab questions. Hobbs' asserted himself and won the arguement.
So I'm sipping Sumatra. Yeah. Sumatra. It's a man's coffee. It's a blend from Southeast Asia. Let me get the wikipedia on it. It comes from the actual island of Sumatra, de Indonesia. It's a rainforest coffee, very bold with an odd twist. The twist isn't as strong as that Chinese Double Dragon shit, that's almost not even coffee. While at Starbucks Casey and the other lady (I gotta get her name next time...) told me if I can handle Sumatra I should try some "Tribute Blend", it's some fucked up shit. I tried a sample, and oh my God. It's gotta be the strongest coffee I've ever tasted. It's like rediculous. I sipped it once, and had to cough and make a face. Then I was like "DAYUMN" and took another sip so I could properly taste it. It was like, crazy. I tasted Sumatra directly after to compare and it was complteely bland in comparison. Sumatra is to wine cooler as Tribute is to moonshine. Yeah. It's insane. I need to get it next week.
I burned the bottom of my lip sipping coffee. Now it hurts to drink anything.
I hooked up the workout room sound system yesterday. It sounds average. It's loud and spread out so it sounds nicer than before, but I would like to get some cheap subwoofer and more speakers and get that hooked up.
I think that if I were in Hobbs' class as a student rather than aide I'd fail, because I wouldn't do anything.
Hobbs came up to tell me that he'd prefer me wear the headphones as long as I don't talk. It's a tradeoff. Which is funny. Because I am gonna wear the headphones anyway, and I'm probably still gonna talk. That's just how I do. Fuck the system.
I built my "Flying" playlist last night. A group of songs (playlist) that are just tailor crafted for flying, Alex Krauss agrees with me on like almost all (if not all) of the songs. One of those songs being "Don't look now" by whoever sings it. It's just one of those songs to fly to.
I read the essay I wrote at 33,000ft from LAX-CLE. I did a word count for the fuck of it and found that there are several blog posts that have quite a few more words than that entire essay. I'm beginning to realize that making these blog posts will be a treasured possession in the future. If I average like 500 words per post, and have almost 100 posts, I'll have like almost a novel on my hands. That will be interesting to read in the future. I've often thought about writing a book of my senior year, or my Verano Equis. If I go through with that, my blog posts would be an interesting addition. Seeing as these writings will be like my present/past self (my "senior year self") talking to my future self, I theorize that it will create an interesting perspective in the future. I've always been a fan of writing letters to my future self. But I've never done it to this extent. I've also never done it as far out as my SB11 letter, I wrote that in the beginning of October-to myself in the beginning of April. That's a five month spread. My last SB letter was like a 1.4 month spread. And it had quite an effect. I'm looking forward to it.
As I'm beginning to get in the habit of workout out and eating much more and much healthier, I can see myself humbling out. This is either some weird effect concerning the testosterone increase, or it's myself maturing synergizing with the working out. My goal to look very good for spring break is looking like it's on track.
I need to swim a 500 today. As a part of my job requirement (awesome!?). I'm very optimistic about my job I've realized. Between jumping in for little preschool fuckers, being friendly to my lovely regulars, and enjoying a banana during my break, I generally find myself chill, happy, and proud. I hope that contentness lasts for the rest of my life, no matter what I'm doing. Especially if I become a pilot.
I was thinking in the shower about lifestyles. And how at the end of vacations, trips, excursions, visits, etc. you feel that gut wrenching like you're gonna die. I used to think it's the vacation, trip etc. that I was going to miss, but I actually think it's the lifestyle. When your lifestyle changes for the better, you get euphoric for like days practically. When your lifestyle changes for the worst, you get the contrary. Luckily, since I've realized and recognized this, I can make it easier for myself. In theory.
Well it's 8:25 and time for me to check out. Have a good day.
Ran an errand for hobbs. Got a free donut. That's what I'm talking about. It was very nice of the front office to give me one. Much thanks.
This day started out quite nice. Good cool breeze, very comfortable. Now if you look out west it appears some fiercer weather is headed our way.
Oh shit. Turmoil in Hobbs' class. Eh it was stupid. About vocab questions. Hobbs' asserted himself and won the arguement.
So I'm sipping Sumatra. Yeah. Sumatra. It's a man's coffee. It's a blend from Southeast Asia. Let me get the wikipedia on it. It comes from the actual island of Sumatra, de Indonesia. It's a rainforest coffee, very bold with an odd twist. The twist isn't as strong as that Chinese Double Dragon shit, that's almost not even coffee. While at Starbucks Casey and the other lady (I gotta get her name next time...) told me if I can handle Sumatra I should try some "Tribute Blend", it's some fucked up shit. I tried a sample, and oh my God. It's gotta be the strongest coffee I've ever tasted. It's like rediculous. I sipped it once, and had to cough and make a face. Then I was like "DAYUMN" and took another sip so I could properly taste it. It was like, crazy. I tasted Sumatra directly after to compare and it was complteely bland in comparison. Sumatra is to wine cooler as Tribute is to moonshine. Yeah. It's insane. I need to get it next week.
I burned the bottom of my lip sipping coffee. Now it hurts to drink anything.
I hooked up the workout room sound system yesterday. It sounds average. It's loud and spread out so it sounds nicer than before, but I would like to get some cheap subwoofer and more speakers and get that hooked up.
I think that if I were in Hobbs' class as a student rather than aide I'd fail, because I wouldn't do anything.
Hobbs came up to tell me that he'd prefer me wear the headphones as long as I don't talk. It's a tradeoff. Which is funny. Because I am gonna wear the headphones anyway, and I'm probably still gonna talk. That's just how I do. Fuck the system.
I built my "Flying" playlist last night. A group of songs (playlist) that are just tailor crafted for flying, Alex Krauss agrees with me on like almost all (if not all) of the songs. One of those songs being "Don't look now" by whoever sings it. It's just one of those songs to fly to.
I read the essay I wrote at 33,000ft from LAX-CLE. I did a word count for the fuck of it and found that there are several blog posts that have quite a few more words than that entire essay. I'm beginning to realize that making these blog posts will be a treasured possession in the future. If I average like 500 words per post, and have almost 100 posts, I'll have like almost a novel on my hands. That will be interesting to read in the future. I've often thought about writing a book of my senior year, or my Verano Equis. If I go through with that, my blog posts would be an interesting addition. Seeing as these writings will be like my present/past self (my "senior year self") talking to my future self, I theorize that it will create an interesting perspective in the future. I've always been a fan of writing letters to my future self. But I've never done it to this extent. I've also never done it as far out as my SB11 letter, I wrote that in the beginning of October-to myself in the beginning of April. That's a five month spread. My last SB letter was like a 1.4 month spread. And it had quite an effect. I'm looking forward to it.
As I'm beginning to get in the habit of workout out and eating much more and much healthier, I can see myself humbling out. This is either some weird effect concerning the testosterone increase, or it's myself maturing synergizing with the working out. My goal to look very good for spring break is looking like it's on track.
I need to swim a 500 today. As a part of my job requirement (awesome!?). I'm very optimistic about my job I've realized. Between jumping in for little preschool fuckers, being friendly to my lovely regulars, and enjoying a banana during my break, I generally find myself chill, happy, and proud. I hope that contentness lasts for the rest of my life, no matter what I'm doing. Especially if I become a pilot.
I was thinking in the shower about lifestyles. And how at the end of vacations, trips, excursions, visits, etc. you feel that gut wrenching like you're gonna die. I used to think it's the vacation, trip etc. that I was going to miss, but I actually think it's the lifestyle. When your lifestyle changes for the better, you get euphoric for like days practically. When your lifestyle changes for the worst, you get the contrary. Luckily, since I've realized and recognized this, I can make it easier for myself. In theory.
Well it's 8:25 and time for me to check out. Have a good day.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
29 days
What's up gentlemen. And ladies. Whoever the fuck reads this.I'm really not feeling any work today in Hobbs'. If he gives me some, I'm gonna be really bitchy about it. New amendment to the whole "anti-bitch" thing, from 7:40am-8:30am bitching is permitted. Mainly cuz it's so freaking early.
I think lifeguards are some of the fakest people. I may be wrong, but the claim has some substance to it. 3 hours of boredom fueled with high expectations of being "kind". Plus we know how to save lives, yet we also know we'll probably never need to use said knowledge. The icing on the cake is the fact that we have a chill job and we know it, so we act chill no matter what. If someone pisses us off, we will think terrible terrible things of them cuz we're bored. But then we'll put up a facade and be super nice to them because we're suppost to be friendly. And if they directly ask us if we're pissed or something we'll be so chill about it. And we act fake among other lifeguards. Just the ones we don't like. Fuck idk...
Yesterday was not a chill day. Which made me mad. Like 15 something days ago I said that every day between then and spring break would be a "chill day". Well that prediction was correct until yesterday. It was bullshit because I was driving around everywhere like 10 minutes late to everything. And I didn't get a workout! How shitty is that? But you gotta have a work day every now and then, can't be all party days. Until spring or summer break...
Font change-up. Did it throw you off? It threw me off. So Mr. Zorn made a rookie mistake in his lesson plan. He said that today the class would break into groups and "discuss" the chapter. Which is funny because I and the rest of the class know that the discussion will have to do with just about everything except the book. For example, as predicted the group right behind me started talking about Taco Bell and Subway. C'mon Zorno you're better than that.
I need music. I think I'll plug in some music. Nice. I'm going dual headphones. Sorry Hobbs. I'm cranking stereo on some Dynamite. Just like Los Angeles. Uh oh. Random memory...
I remember my redeye flight from Los Angeles to Cleveland at the end of my Los Angeles vacation. It was some sort of 11pm-6am flight. B753. I had my window seat next to some bros who looked a bit older than me. Took off and had a nice Loop4/5/6 (whichever it was) departure. I then proceeded to write, much like a blog, about my adventures. This was per usual on the typical Decker vacation. I had my favorite flying drink (CranApple<3) and ate my crackers like I was a parrot or some shit. I stayed up as late as I could watching the lights of LA fade from view at 33,000 feet. It was quite the party.
I don't think I've ever blogged about random memories before. I've actually been waiting for one to come up while I'm in first period. It's essentially a memory that pops into your head for no apparent reason. Say for example you're thinking about trees. Just trees. And all of the sudden the memory of yourself drinking beer with a bro in first class. Why did that memory just pop up? No one knows, it's random...
So a little while ago I ran and errand for Hobbs, taking the transportation survey down to the attendence office. I forgot the golden aide pass. But then I sort of realized that I walk around first period so often that my aide pass is probably implied. One of the many perks of being a senior.
I think it's time to kill some Calculus after reading some FL390. Later.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
30 days
What's up. Today is gonna suck. Just one of those days.
You see, you got your work days, and you got your party days. Work days, days like today, are days when you're busy, not much time to do anything, school's a bitch etc. Party days are quite the contrary. Those are days where you don't do much in school, not much to do after school, and quite a bit of freedom and fun. Ya can't just stock up on party days because then you'll have no money to party with. The key is a balance, like everything in life.
En noticias otra, I have been successfully working out for almost a week now. It's honestly very enjoyable. Doug and Alex have joined me on the quest for utmost sexiness. Doug and I split the idea of creating a bumpin bumpin sound system for our respectable workout rooms. The operation "workout sound system" soon turned into operation "get as many old computer speakers wired together as possble for the workout room". I currently have three pairs. I need to gather some extension cords and surge protector to wire them all, then I'll need to buy 3 audio jack splitters to combine the aux cables into one. After that I'll see how it sounds and consider spending like $20 on used computer speakers with a subwoofer to wire together. You'll be able to hear my workout room like 3 miles away.
Random idea, what if I took the subwoofer out of my car, wired it to a 120V amp and threw it in the workout room? And had like 6 little computer speakers with a 12" car subwoofer. That would be fucking crazy. I'd be working out blasting tunes like Boom. People walking by the house would be like, "was that an explosion!?" And then they'd realize, "oh nvm it's just Decker working out."
Ok what if I took the subwoofer from my car, put it in my workout room, then took the system from my room and wired that together. So I'd have a 12" car subwoofer, an 8" subwoofer, a 6" subwoofer (the one I'll buy), PLUS I'll have 10 total computer speakers. That would be absolutely insane. You don't even know. Oooh I could buy some tweeters from Robert's and wire those little fuckers all around the room. Oh my God that would be crazy.
So scheduling changed at work. Let me start by saying that my place of work is not really a place of work. It's a place where I sit for 3 and a half hours and get paid good money for it. Now that the new scheduling has been implemented it is actually less work and more chill. I sit in a chair staring at an empty pool for 20 minutes. I get some good thinking done at this time. Then I rotate and sit in a different empty pool for 20 minutes. Do some more thinking, chill. Then I go on break for 20 minutes. And that is how an hour is passed at work. Three more of those and I go home with a little over $30 in hand. No complaints whatsoever.
Advocacy is today. In like ten minutes. It's not really any sort of enriching activity. More like once monthly nap time. I sleep like a baby in there.
You see, you got your work days, and you got your party days. Work days, days like today, are days when you're busy, not much time to do anything, school's a bitch etc. Party days are quite the contrary. Those are days where you don't do much in school, not much to do after school, and quite a bit of freedom and fun. Ya can't just stock up on party days because then you'll have no money to party with. The key is a balance, like everything in life.
En noticias otra, I have been successfully working out for almost a week now. It's honestly very enjoyable. Doug and Alex have joined me on the quest for utmost sexiness. Doug and I split the idea of creating a bumpin bumpin sound system for our respectable workout rooms. The operation "workout sound system" soon turned into operation "get as many old computer speakers wired together as possble for the workout room". I currently have three pairs. I need to gather some extension cords and surge protector to wire them all, then I'll need to buy 3 audio jack splitters to combine the aux cables into one. After that I'll see how it sounds and consider spending like $20 on used computer speakers with a subwoofer to wire together. You'll be able to hear my workout room like 3 miles away.
Random idea, what if I took the subwoofer out of my car, wired it to a 120V amp and threw it in the workout room? And had like 6 little computer speakers with a 12" car subwoofer. That would be fucking crazy. I'd be working out blasting tunes like Boom. People walking by the house would be like, "was that an explosion!?" And then they'd realize, "oh nvm it's just Decker working out."
Ok what if I took the subwoofer from my car, put it in my workout room, then took the system from my room and wired that together. So I'd have a 12" car subwoofer, an 8" subwoofer, a 6" subwoofer (the one I'll buy), PLUS I'll have 10 total computer speakers. That would be absolutely insane. You don't even know. Oooh I could buy some tweeters from Robert's and wire those little fuckers all around the room. Oh my God that would be crazy.
So scheduling changed at work. Let me start by saying that my place of work is not really a place of work. It's a place where I sit for 3 and a half hours and get paid good money for it. Now that the new scheduling has been implemented it is actually less work and more chill. I sit in a chair staring at an empty pool for 20 minutes. I get some good thinking done at this time. Then I rotate and sit in a different empty pool for 20 minutes. Do some more thinking, chill. Then I go on break for 20 minutes. And that is how an hour is passed at work. Three more of those and I go home with a little over $30 in hand. No complaints whatsoever.
Advocacy is today. In like ten minutes. It's not really any sort of enriching activity. More like once monthly nap time. I sleep like a baby in there.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
31 days
IT'S MARCH.
The final month of this countdown. Pressure's on. Days are getting longer, work is getting easier, nice days are nicer, storms are coming. It's March. It's a trebuchet day. At first I thought it was a helvetica day but no I promptly corrected myself to trebuchet.
The atmosphere is warm in Hobbs' class. We got Zorno killing the discussion (he's getting good btw). We got the sun shining, warming the school grounds outside. We got the tunes pumping vacation playlist, I recently discovered that "River of Dreams" can twist anything with a jungle theme if used properly.
Not a lot of interest towards the discussion being emitted from the class today. Heads aren't down but the blank stares say enough. It's probably because they're reading fucking Maya Angelou. This chair's a piece of shit. It's now been worn to the point of squeaking every time a small swivel is made. When I turn around to gauge classroom interest I emit a large evil squeak that causes everyone to turn around and look at me. Poor children. No one should be forced to read such a boring book. I realize part of Zorn's problem. He's only calling on willing participants. He needs to call out some people without a hand up, c'mon dude...
So March is kinda like Summer planning/stressing month. Spring Break is close, but Summer break is growing near, and it's time to start concocting a perfect summer, such as last. As of now it's consisted of plotting with Krauss, earning him a trip to Louisville, where we'll chill for a week or so. And that's it. That's all that's promised this Summer. One little excursion where I don't even go anywhere. Not good enough. So after working with the parents, I've gotten two possibilities; Miami/Key West trip, and a short New York City trip. That's gained my interest quite a bit. Then Alex threw a curveball into the equation.
Alex invited me to a party in Los Angeles. And I really wanna go! I just really like the sound of that. "I got invited to a party in Los Angeles. I'm going." It really shocks everyone, especially upon finding out that I'm seriously attempting to attend. So Alex mentioned that if I did come out to LA for like 5-7 days that I'd be invited on a guys trip to Vegas. So now I'm gonna tell people "I got invited to a party in Los Angeles. I'm going. Then all the guys are going to Vegas, goin to that to." Then I get to enjoy more shocked faces.
Although I'll only be able to go to LA if my parents approve. If my parents fund a trip to both NYC and Miami, this will be difficult, to the point there's no use trying. But if we don't go to Miami, and go to NYC I could probably pull it off.
The thing is, which my parents don't seem to understand, I have $$$ crawling out my ass. And I'm not one to spend money frequently and on shit I don't want. It would take me two weeks of summer work to fund a trip to LA, it would take me another two to fund a trip to New York City. But apparently I'm already "doing enough this summer" to have any fun. No fuck that it's my last summer and it will be epic. More epic than last.
Last Summer I had 3 things going on, plus the SBX cruise which kind of counts. I had Honduras, houseboats, and Los Angeles trip. And I had money to spare at the end of the summer. This summer I would like 3 things going on as well: Miami/NYC, Alex's visit, and LA would be perfect. The summer is calling. And the universe simply won't let me have a shitty summer; it will somehow FORCE me to go to LA and NY and shit, it's just how my life operates.
So Hobbs' told me a funny joke today. He said he's not a fan of the whole headphone/iPod in class idea. I stood my ground and was like "Duuuuude..." while shooting him a look that said "no iPod=no more of your stupid chores". Then I think he realized that as long as I do his stupid aiding work, he's pretty much my bitch as far as rules go; he doesn't wanna staple 300 papers together. We compromised, he agreed that as long as my east ear doesn't have an ear bud in it, I may listen to music. Which is funny cuz in about 3 days I'm gonna say "fuck that rule" and proceed with dual ear headphones to piss him off, then re-compromise agreeing to only use one headphone.
It's such a nice day. A good day to start March off with. High's pressing 54, I think it'll push warmer with all this sun and zero cloud. It'll definitely feel warmer. But it doesn't much matter since I have to work 3-7.
Speaking of which! New scheduling for the indoor pools start today. 3 guard rotations most of the time. Looking forward to fusing that with my new 4 hour long shifts. Nice 20 minute break per 40 minutes of easy work. Plus no more closing responsibilities. My life is bro. T'is a shame I have to work on such a nice day though. Oh well, I shan't bitch.
I love the song "Los Angeles". It certainly glorifies Los Angeles to the point that it's hard not to love. The song is deep if you really take time to analyze it. "This cities killing me, I want I want I want everything." Makes sense.
Well it's time to get ready for 2nd period. Good bye everyone.
The final month of this countdown. Pressure's on. Days are getting longer, work is getting easier, nice days are nicer, storms are coming. It's March. It's a trebuchet day. At first I thought it was a helvetica day but no I promptly corrected myself to trebuchet.
The atmosphere is warm in Hobbs' class. We got Zorno killing the discussion (he's getting good btw). We got the sun shining, warming the school grounds outside. We got the tunes pumping vacation playlist, I recently discovered that "River of Dreams" can twist anything with a jungle theme if used properly.
Not a lot of interest towards the discussion being emitted from the class today. Heads aren't down but the blank stares say enough. It's probably because they're reading fucking Maya Angelou. This chair's a piece of shit. It's now been worn to the point of squeaking every time a small swivel is made. When I turn around to gauge classroom interest I emit a large evil squeak that causes everyone to turn around and look at me. Poor children. No one should be forced to read such a boring book. I realize part of Zorn's problem. He's only calling on willing participants. He needs to call out some people without a hand up, c'mon dude...
So March is kinda like Summer planning/stressing month. Spring Break is close, but Summer break is growing near, and it's time to start concocting a perfect summer, such as last. As of now it's consisted of plotting with Krauss, earning him a trip to Louisville, where we'll chill for a week or so. And that's it. That's all that's promised this Summer. One little excursion where I don't even go anywhere. Not good enough. So after working with the parents, I've gotten two possibilities; Miami/Key West trip, and a short New York City trip. That's gained my interest quite a bit. Then Alex threw a curveball into the equation.
Alex invited me to a party in Los Angeles. And I really wanna go! I just really like the sound of that. "I got invited to a party in Los Angeles. I'm going." It really shocks everyone, especially upon finding out that I'm seriously attempting to attend. So Alex mentioned that if I did come out to LA for like 5-7 days that I'd be invited on a guys trip to Vegas. So now I'm gonna tell people "I got invited to a party in Los Angeles. I'm going. Then all the guys are going to Vegas, goin to that to." Then I get to enjoy more shocked faces.
Although I'll only be able to go to LA if my parents approve. If my parents fund a trip to both NYC and Miami, this will be difficult, to the point there's no use trying. But if we don't go to Miami, and go to NYC I could probably pull it off.
The thing is, which my parents don't seem to understand, I have $$$ crawling out my ass. And I'm not one to spend money frequently and on shit I don't want. It would take me two weeks of summer work to fund a trip to LA, it would take me another two to fund a trip to New York City. But apparently I'm already "doing enough this summer" to have any fun. No fuck that it's my last summer and it will be epic. More epic than last.
Last Summer I had 3 things going on, plus the SBX cruise which kind of counts. I had Honduras, houseboats, and Los Angeles trip. And I had money to spare at the end of the summer. This summer I would like 3 things going on as well: Miami/NYC, Alex's visit, and LA would be perfect. The summer is calling. And the universe simply won't let me have a shitty summer; it will somehow FORCE me to go to LA and NY and shit, it's just how my life operates.
So Hobbs' told me a funny joke today. He said he's not a fan of the whole headphone/iPod in class idea. I stood my ground and was like "Duuuuude..." while shooting him a look that said "no iPod=no more of your stupid chores". Then I think he realized that as long as I do his stupid aiding work, he's pretty much my bitch as far as rules go; he doesn't wanna staple 300 papers together. We compromised, he agreed that as long as my east ear doesn't have an ear bud in it, I may listen to music. Which is funny cuz in about 3 days I'm gonna say "fuck that rule" and proceed with dual ear headphones to piss him off, then re-compromise agreeing to only use one headphone.
It's such a nice day. A good day to start March off with. High's pressing 54, I think it'll push warmer with all this sun and zero cloud. It'll definitely feel warmer. But it doesn't much matter since I have to work 3-7.
Speaking of which! New scheduling for the indoor pools start today. 3 guard rotations most of the time. Looking forward to fusing that with my new 4 hour long shifts. Nice 20 minute break per 40 minutes of easy work. Plus no more closing responsibilities. My life is bro. T'is a shame I have to work on such a nice day though. Oh well, I shan't bitch.
I love the song "Los Angeles". It certainly glorifies Los Angeles to the point that it's hard not to love. The song is deep if you really take time to analyze it. "This cities killing me, I want I want I want everything." Makes sense.
Well it's time to get ready for 2nd period. Good bye everyone.
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