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...