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...