10 days

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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...