29 days

What's up gentlemen. And ladies. Whoever the fuck reads this.

I'm really not feeling any work today in Hobbs'. If he gives me some, I'm gonna be really bitchy about it. New amendment to the whole "anti-bitch" thing, from 7:40am-8:30am bitching is permitted. Mainly cuz it's so freaking early.

I think lifeguards are some of the fakest people. I may be wrong, but the claim has some substance to it. 3 hours of boredom fueled with high expectations of being "kind". Plus we know how to save lives, yet we also know we'll probably never need to use said knowledge. The icing on the cake is the fact that we have a chill job and we know it, so we act chill no matter what. If someone pisses us off, we will think terrible terrible things of them cuz we're bored. But then we'll put up a facade and be super nice to them because we're suppost to be friendly. And if they directly ask us if we're pissed or something we'll be so chill about it. And we act fake among other lifeguards. Just the ones we don't like. Fuck idk...

Yesterday was not a chill day. Which made me mad. Like 15 something days ago I said that every day between then and spring break would be a "chill day". Well that prediction was correct until yesterday. It was bullshit because I was driving around everywhere like 10 minutes late to everything. And I didn't get a workout! How shitty is that? But you gotta have a work day every now and then, can't be all party days. Until spring or summer break...

Font change-up. Did it throw you off? It threw me off. So Mr. Zorn made a rookie mistake in his lesson plan. He said that today the class would break into groups and "discuss" the chapter. Which is funny because I and the rest of the class know that the discussion will have to do with just about everything except the book. For example, as predicted the group right behind me started talking about Taco Bell and Subway. C'mon Zorno you're better than that.

I need music. I think I'll plug in some music. Nice. I'm going dual headphones. Sorry Hobbs. I'm cranking stereo on some Dynamite. Just like Los Angeles. Uh oh. Random memory...

I remember my redeye flight from Los Angeles to Cleveland at the end of my Los Angeles vacation. It was some sort of 11pm-6am flight. B753. I had my window seat next to some bros who looked a bit older than me. Took off and had a nice Loop4/5/6 (whichever it was) departure. I then proceeded to write, much like a blog, about my adventures. This was per usual on the typical Decker vacation. I had my favorite flying drink (CranApple<3) and ate my crackers like I was a parrot or some shit. I stayed up as late as I could watching the lights of LA fade from view at 33,000 feet. It was quite the party.

I don't think I've ever blogged about random memories before. I've actually been waiting for one to come up while I'm in first period. It's essentially a memory that pops into your head for no apparent reason. Say for example you're thinking about trees. Just trees. And all of the sudden the memory of yourself drinking beer with a bro in first class. Why did that memory just pop up? No one knows, it's random...

So a little while ago I ran and errand for Hobbs, taking the transportation survey down to the attendence office. I forgot the golden aide pass. But then I sort of realized that I walk around first period so often that my aide pass is probably implied. One of the many perks of being a senior.

I think it's time to kill some Calculus after reading some FL390. Later.