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.