TWO WEEKS

So.... two weeks left. Then we go on vacation. That's nice.

However I have some less good news. The Wednesday of March 2nd, I had a really shitty day. Then, yesterday, Thursday of March 17th, I had yet another really shitty day. Now everyone has bad days now and again, but I believe I am able to analyze the patterns involved to make a prediction to my next shitty day. From the last gathered data, I have a shitty day every two weeks and a day. Thus, I am projected to have another shitty day on April 1st... The day before Spring Break.

It's near imperative that I have a GOOD day on April 1st. There is so many great things happening that day that I can't risk sacrificing. It is April Fools Day; among my favorite holidays due to it's imminent pranking opportunities. It is the day before the best fucking week in my life and that in itself deserves serious jovial celebration. Many things will be tainted, engulfed in malediction, if I have a shitty day on April 1st.

Be right back, gotta pee. This Tribute is going right through me. Ok. Saw Connor Waldrop get searched on my way back, such a shame. Back to the topic.

I feel like I'm being vague on the meaning of "shitty day". It's one of those days where just nothing goes right. Events that transpire throughout the day create a field of frustration and submission that hinders every single thing you do until the effect fades. I don't yet know when the effect typically fades, due to gaps in my studies, but it seems that doing something habitual to an excessant extent can cause the shitty day to end early. Yesterday my evening was saved after I worked out to fucking muscle failure and spent a half hour in the sauna. If working out is a sure-fire cure to the shitty day syndrome, I will be remembering that in two weeks.

Change of discussion...

My confidence is extraordinarily low this month. It began about the time I started working out, and has gradually increased (with a few dips) since. If I make a chart, a 6-Pack Size vs. Confidence chart, I will see a pretty even result of y=x+2...something like that. Then if I made a Pectoral Size vs. Confidence chart I will see a stronger result of y=2x-2. Then if I did a systems of equations setup to see what my overall confidence with respect to body...shit now I gotta do this problem. Gimme a minute. Fuck I don't know. I'd have to add the problems together and change the variable for pectoral size. Yeah I'll do that problem some other time when I have a pencil and paper. Oh nevermind, it'd be like y=2p+x. So if I use ratios for ab and pecs I can give a value to thoes variables and say definitively that...hold on...Everytime my appearence doubles in sexiness my confidence is multiplied by 6. Damn. That's gonna make me a huge douche in the future. But it'd be nearly impossible to double my current appearance, so I think a confidence gain of like 50% is more realistic. So that will probalby hit me all at once on April 1st, assuming I don't have a shitty day.

I'm good at projections and projection analysis. I'd make a project chart for anything if I can. I like that.

Moving on...

Once the Rupp Chaos has subsided it's time to get to the nitty griddy of Spring Break preparations. I have so much to plan and decide on. What beverage am I gonna drink in the morning at Louisville Int'l? When should I have a DVR-fest? Or should I even have a DVR-fest? What will be the final song I bump to in the car before my weeklong no-bump-period? So many questions, so few answers...yet.

One of those questions have just been answered. Let me tell of how. So I'm sitting here listening to Fuck the Bullshit on the Pod sipping my Tribute profusely. I ask Katel for a sip steal from her icecream sweet coffee shit and indulge in the sugary iced mess. That's when I realized that I haven't had a solid frappucino before a flight in like 3 years. I'm always sipping a capp or black roast. I always have capp's (a schedule 1 favorite beverage) before school on a hearty no-learn-day. But I can't have a capp two day's in a row. So the coffee I get at SDF before my flight will be a Grande Mocha Frapp. And that's decided and settled.

Damn this blog is stupid...Oh well. I'm sure someone will enjoy it in the future as it offers insight to the goofy yet substant mind of 'Senior' Decker Loyd. Until next time...