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...