Dinner at my place

r at my placeWhat's up? It's Friday, and at Starbucks this morning I decided to sway from my usual. Instead of a bold black roast, I went with a coffee frosty. Worst decision all day. Hopefully it'll stay that way. I am not in the mood for a shitty day today. I'm fixin' for a good day. Doesn't necessarily need to be a FAD, just a good day.

We got Karen and Dani and Doug coming over for dinner tonight. Beers: Yes. Parents: No. That's the way it's supposed to be. Looking forward to it developing. The only problem is that I have no idea how to cook. So Katel and Casey wanna come over a half hour before everyone else and cook for me. Then my guests arrive and proceed to debauch. That's the good life right there.

This "coffee" doesn't have a big enough kick. When I drink coffee I need the caffeine to hit me so hard I start shaking. Like Tribute. Oh my God... Tribute. I about to buy a large supply of Tribute beans and make it for this summer. It's so good and hard. Like cuervo gold. Better yet that maker's mark we had at dani's that almost killed 4 of us.

So I'm tryin to sell my world of warcraft account. Yes, I have a world of wacraft account. Yeah, secret's out. I don't particularly know what I'm doing, and I'm looking to maximze profits. $100 is my goal. That's money right there. But what to do with that $100? Well whatever I do I can't spend it irresponsibly, I could either invest or put into savings. Probably savings for now.

A new critical resource has been discovered due to the grace of Connor O'leary. Investopedia.com has great advice for beginners to the stock market. You can read out just about anything including how-to's and other articles that build a foundation for your wealth. Gotta get on that.

The intense week of rain and bitchy weather has come and go. We're now back in the normal April weather. Blue skies all day. Splendid. Yesterday evening the week went out with a bang with a nice diplay of a DOUBLE rainbow.  Be right back, gotta grade papers... Ok done. So yeah the weather is no longer a guilty pleasure, now it's just a standard pleasure. Fantastic.

I'm gonna research money. Until next time...

Perpetual Stokeness

100th post. That's what's up. There have been 100 instances where I sit at this computer (admittedly a few have been on a different computer) and write whatever's on my mind. Cool shit.

I went in to Pittman's class to put in an order for coffee. Hobbs won't let me have it delivered to his room though. Some bullshit. Freshman in Pittman's class think I'm cool now, thanks to Pittman telling me not to pressure my girlfriend. Silly freshman.

Speaking of which, I'm hanging out with Karen after school today. I'm wearing my unlucky underwear. Shit. I probably shouldn't put this on the internet but I've never gotten laid in black underwear. Poor planning on my part this morning. Or I could break the streak, but I just can't see it happening in these underpants.

All this week we've had amazing weather. Not many people but me are enjoying it. Every hour or so the weather has a mood swing, It'll be beautiful, to drizzle, to stormy, to gloomy. It's been raining so much that I just kinda get used to it. Walking down the parking lot in the pouring rain is no big deal because it's ALWAYS raining. Most of everything is always damp, and standing water never disappears on roads and hard surfaces. I love it. Today it starts out with some high-altitude cirrus clouds and nothing but sun otherwise. We're forecasted to roll in some clouds and precipitation by the afternoon. Hopefully thunderstorms as well. It's difficult weather to plan around, so it causes your plans to become very flexible, creating a lifestyle that near-matches Hawaii, jungles, etc.

Fuck umbrellas. Not a fan of 'em. I have such an inflated respect for rain after a week of this weather. Rain doesn't hurt or anything, it's just something you have to deal with and when it comes every twenty minutes it's almost enjoyable to walk through. I don't know where I'm going with this. Regardless it all falls under my thesis for my new love for rain.

So yesterday I realized that my life is perpetual stokeness. It's difficult to recall times when I'm not stoked. The last time I was not stoked was the first week after the cruise, I believe. Before that, I have no clue. Currently I'm stoked for Miami this summer. When I get home from Miami, it'll probably take less than a week to find something new to be stoked over. This is a great quality, as it keeps me preoccupied and happy.

Next thing I realized. I'm an optimist, and I love being around other optimists. Like people who take just a minute out of they're day to properly enjoy and appreciate the moment they've been given or have earned are the people who I should be surrounded by. Like when you're going to the movies with a girl you fancy before a party on a FAD: you sit in the top row, relax a little bit, text your people. Then the movie comes on and you put your phone away and think to yourself, maybe even say out loud, "This is nice...". People who think like that rather than just ignoring the awesomeness bestowed upon them and watching the movie without comments are people I regard. I hear stories of pessimistic people who just are so fucking annoying I refuse to be around them. No one wants to repeatedly hear "My life sucks". If you really think your life sucks, then change something. Or at least go away.

I like jewelry. It's not gay. But I like jewelry and because of my security I'm allowed to admit it. In my personal opinion it takes 60$ for a article of accessory to be considered respectable by me. I try to keep as many 60$+ pieces on me as possible. Watch, ring, sunglasses, etc. Today in the car Katel showed me her fake watch (priced at 20) and her real Italian mahogany bracelet (priced over 60) It balanced out nicely, and I deemed it worthy, at least until she can afford a better watch. Maybe one of these days I'll throw down a K on expensive jewelry. Until then my Skagen has me set.

I really have to pee, but I can't because Hobbs is under the impression that I peed at the beginning of class when in reality I went to Pittman's. We've gone over this already. Either way. I'm out. Until next time...

Swimmin' in the Money

So I've evolved again. I don't know if this is a phase or an interest that will stick with me forever. If I'm lucky it will be one of those instances where it starts as a phase and I get a solid beginning and then it turns to habit which keeps me set. I'm into finances now. I want money, don't want much bullshit. Where do I turn? Stock market.

A couple weeks ago I set up a Roth IRA and put a few k in with a mutual fund. That's gonna make money. Then I set up a brokerage account and put in a k or two and made a few trades. That's gonna make money. I now support GE, UPS, Coke, and Boeing. I need a good base bankroll so I can start throwing money at other stocks. Yeah, swimmin' in this money.

Another thing I need, frequent flier miles. I gotta select my airline and start getting miles, free flights, free upgrades. That's my niche, I should've been doing it a long time ago, but I'll start now. I wanna be like Ryan Hatcher from the movie "Up in the Air", be getting into the Gold Club Member lounges at O'hare and Miami, fly first class everywhere because my points allow me to.

Frequent flier miles, though, will hopefully become obsolete for me soon. We talkin' Space.A with the world's most intense airline : USAF. OR the opposite could happen and I get a job where I stomp out miles at least weekly with my traveling for my job. Regardless, my goal is to get around.

I'm gonna further research all this crap I've been talking about. Thus, until next time...

Awoken by Majesty

jessWaking up to a thunderstorm is like waking up on a plane, or with a girl. When the first thing that hits you as you flutter your eyes open is a thrilling realization of something awesome, excitement is put into orbit around your ego for you to personally appreciate.

As described before, I love thunderstorms. The chaos they bring offers an escape from the bore of typicality experienced day by day. Thunderstorms assert majesty into the environment, and is one of the few unconquered environmental entities. Man has chopped the tree down, harvested the wind, farmed the sun, poisoned the ocean, and moved mountains. Yet man still has to fly around thunderstorms. Responsive action to thunderstorms includes warnings rather than blowing it up or selling it somehow. In short, if a thunderstorm is coming, nothing man can do will change that.

Waking up in the presence of "majesty" is always a treat, I feel. I'm a pilot, hence waking up on a plane is another example of acheiving that distilled majestic feel. FL330 is where a pilot's "happy place" is, like an eagle residing in the treetops, or a fish retreating to a reef. Whether being awoken by a flight attendant offering cran-apple, or by Dad telling me we're almost there; waking up in the air, with a birds-eye veiw of the world, is nothing short of majestic.

Waking up in situations like these allow me to enjoy life more. Waking up in a thunderstorm, on a plane, or with a girl simply makes me happy. Someday, and this is a stretch, I may wake up in/on/with all three. I highly doubt that will ever happen, so for now I'll just wake up as many times as I can to the majesty and contentment of being in a thunderstorm, on a plane, or with a girl.

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So that was my little personal essay. I should read that next time I wake up in a sitaution described above. You know what's great about my life? It's not gonna be long until that happens.

I had my FAD on Friday. I still can't think of any possible way for that day to go much better than it did. I should start labeling my FAD's, they probably won't come around that often. My next FAD is scheduled at May 6th. I'm going to King's Island with Doug, and the parents won't be home. Hopefully you know what's up.

As expected, Rio de Janeiro is a must-visit destination in the archive of locations stored among my thoughts. It seems like a crazy, beautiful, completely awesome place. The beauty of the topography, the craziness of Carnival, and the exotic nature of Brazil lures me in like no other. I'll get there eventually, along with everywhere else on my long list of places.

Time to read FL390. Until next time...

Good Morning

Good morning. That's my new phrase. Good morning. It just rolls off the tongue when used properly. You're not supposed to use it within he first hour you wake up, because if you're not a morning person then a good morning just makes you cranky if you just woke up. However, once you're a good 1-4 hours into the day, a good morning is just nice. It's like hey, new day bro. Enjoy it. And one of the best things, the good mornings are customizable. Like, for you're girlfriend you could hit up a "good morning:)", for your BFFL you can go "good mornin dog", etc.

Holy shit it's green outside. That's one of the few reasons I like rainy days more than sunny days. It brings out the ridiculous greenery that is Kentucky. It's cool to look out the window and all you see is green, not a square inch of any other color. I should snag a picture of this. I'll attach that picture to this post later.

So a few months back I talked about work days and party days. Well I came to the conclusion that there is a third breed in the spectrum. You got your F.A.D.'s; or "fucking awesome days". Today is hopefully gonna be one of those days.

FADs are the type which you have to pretty much try to obtain, they don't just roll around at any specific point in the week, month, or year. The type of day you wish didn't end. A true vacation from regular life. The first FAD I remember having was, wait let me look on my calendar (yeah I marked it...) Saturday, May 29th. I began the day with a tour of SDF tower and TRACON, followed by a chill day to myself as I prepped for summer and Honduras. The day was dubbed a FAD.

So today was supposed to just be a regular old party day without anything big. Then we decided throw a party for Zack, then we decided to make the party awesome, then we added movies with karen and all sorts of other fun shit tucked away in there. But it wasn't anything that was just handed to me; I had to earn this.

1) The first problem that arose was the fact that I had to work at 6:45am. I couldn't party then go to work that early! So I sent out some texts, got a sub. Thanks Marissa, I owe you. Now my entire Friday night-Saturday morning is mine.
2) This party is for Zack. Zack wouldn't be able to go unless I did some mission shit. His parents are suspicious of his actions and we all needed a challenge, so Zack concocted a little game. I was to call his mom, tell him that there's a surprise party for Zack and request permission for him to come to Dani's all night.  I left a voicemail and apparently it was convincing as hell because the text I got back from his mom was "Love the party idea, anything I can do to help?" Hence Zack will be attending his own party.
3) So there's this girl Katie, Katie wasn't invited. Then I mentioned the party to her and kinda fucked up. So I needed to delicately uninvite her. I did it, wasn't easy. I used the art of distraction mixed with honesty (lies) to get the job done. She's still bitching about it but it shouldn't be a huge problem.
4) This isn't exactly a problem, more just a morale booster. Karen and I are seeing Rio directly after school. I've been wanting to see that movie for like three months. I'm anticipating a Rio de Janeiro phase. t'Is definitely a city I will have to visit prior to death.
Anyway, that's my FAD. Lot's of shit could go wrong, seeing that as of now the party is actually cancelled but I'm the only one that knows besides the Jenks. Doesn't bother me much because like 50% of her parties get cancelled at some point but 100% of her parties still go on.

Lot's of stress involved as you can see. But honestly, I love it. It's sort of like sneaking alcohol onto a cruise ship. There's a pretty nice deal of stress involved but once you're in your stateroom, and you check you luggage to see if the bottle made it on, and you see that your overnight bag is teaming with liqour you can't help but smile and do a little dance. Then you're have the ecstatic text message you send to everyone "Bro, I did it, the bottle made it on. Fucking genius right here bro". Once you have that feeling of extreme excessive contentment, your night is pretty much made. No further bullshit or effort required. Once you get to that point, just enjoy your fucking awesome day.

Hopefully, by 3:20 as I sit down to watch the much anticipated "Rio" with my geef (new brocabulary, love it) I'll have every bit and piece of the party-situation organized and worked out and all will be well. I can let out a sigh of releif and enjoy my favorite movie to-be. No further bullshit or effort required, just enjoy your fucking awesome day.

Well time for a healthy topic swap. Alex Krauss is currently in CLT. He's impressed with it, as am I, when compared to prior presumptions and opinions. Now of course it's no LAX, ATL, ORD, or even MSP for that matter, but listen to a few of these statistics I crunched out pertaining to traffic operations at CLT. CLT is 7th busiest in the world, topping LHR, DTW, AMS, and obviously many more. CLT is also pretty close in traffic movements to LAX and IAH, LAX being only 4% busier and IAH being only 1%! When you look at the top two, it's less impressive. ORD is 39% busier, ATL is 42% busier. Very interesting shit indeed. But once you look at passenger traffic, CLT slips to rank 28, and even lower for int'l traffic. CLT is one of the few airports I have little to zero desire to visit in the top 25 list. I'll get there someday.

Well Its 8:25 now and about time for me to say my farewell for the weekend. I hope I have a great time today and tonight. Until next time...

Long Haul for and aide mission

What's up all? Just completed the Kangaroo route of the aide world. I had like 15 names and had to locate them and give them a tiny slip of paper. 6 of these kids were seemingly nowhere to be found anywhere in the building. It took like 45 minutes but I completed it.

I haven't had much time to talk about spring break. I certainly overhyped it, not entirely through this blog, but just in general it was put on a pedestal bigger than it needed. I will say however, it was amazing. Due to certain relaxation techniques partaken in on the ship, I developed a powerful acne-looking infection called folliculitis that consumed my mustache area above my lip. It lingered for one day per each of the capital vices I was overwhelmed with on the cruise. One for lust. One for gluttony. One for greed. Three for sloth, wrath, and pride. Zero for envy. More on that later.

I just hallucinated the bell. It happens. Bell's about to ring anyway. Talk to you later, sirs.

It's been a while

What's up? It's been a while hasn't it? I've been losing focus and got out of the habit of posting. Spring Break was fun. I might have over hyped it a little bit. I was drunk most of the time, and hungover in the times I was sober. That's the way to do Spring Break.

I'm going to try to continue posting as much as possible. Recently I've been sleeping rather than blogging. Oh well. It's CATS testing and I need to go sleep in the auditorium for a while. Later.

20 minutes left

Well I'm here in the library, free day in Kelsey’s. I decided to do a quick post because there is absolutely nothing else in the world to occupy my mind. It’s tough, real tough. I think I commented on this anticipatory wait back on like Monday, I was pretty much spot on with assuming that the wait would be terrible.

It’s such a textbook 7^th-period-before-spring-break. The 7^th period before Spring Break follows a formula; it has not changed since my freshman year. The day goes on and your awareness of the anxiety fades in and out until you reach 5^th period. Then it seems to kick into “oh shit it’s almost spring break” mode and from there on out there’s not much else you can think about but the week to come. 6^th period rolls on through, and then 7^th period you mindlessly sit until it feels as if you’re going to melt. It’s the same feeling every year, and I’m right in the thick of it whilst writing this.

A nice last day, today was. Fourth period I got one of those hokey lays that look like a grocery bag. It goes will with the blue ’11 shirt I’m wearing; I haven’t taken it off since reception. It’s just a nice humble reminder that life is about to get real clean for anyone leaving the city of Louisville, and partaking in the adventure that is Spring Break. I’ll probably take the necklace off and throw it away once the bell rings, which is in 20 minutes and 20 seconds. Yeah, I’m counting.

Throughout the week, and even the semester, there has been discussion on where you’re going on Spring Break. I find it quite depressing when I hear the bummers of this school say “nowhere, staying in Louisville”. And I reply with something like “oh that sucks”. Then they say “eh not really”. But they are very wrong. Then there are all the people who say they’re going somewhere besides a cruise. That’s great for them, I love hearing about where they’re going, be it Panama, Destin, wherever. Although I do not feel envy or jealousy to them, it’s not because I think my trip will be better than theirs. I’m just insanely satisfied with my projected Spring Break.

I look around and see people twiddling their thumbs, idling creating conversation, or browsing the internet with no aim (as I was doing before I decided to break out with some writing). This may be something of what hell is like. Especially when I focus on people who I know are going somewhere great like Panama, I notice and feel their pain. But once the bell rings, hell will have frozen over and we will all be relieved. Until then it just sucks.

I wonder what Spring Break will be like in college. Since 7^th grade my Spring Breaks have gotten substantially better and better as I went through high school. Now hopefully this next week will be the culmination of the past 6 years of the recreational aspect of my life. And unless something goes terribly wrong, it probably will be. But next year in college I have a new league to “recreate” with, and all sorts of new things to experience. I’ve sort of come to master cruises and all they entail; whatever comes up in college will have to be partaken similarly. Actually I don’t really think it matters. I’ll deal with that when I get there.

Right now I’m here; with ten minutes left and a cruise set to ARM. I don’t want to steal all the time of my glorious 7^th-period-before-spring-break chill time, so I’ll make this conclusion short. The next time I write in this blog I will have experienced Spring Break ’11. But until then…

Zero days

Well today is the day I have been anticipating for like 172 days. I'd hate to sound like a bitch, but it's honestly a lot less satisfying than I had dreamt. Yes, the cruise music is a remedy, as is the cappuccino and scattered little April Fools jokes.

I think the main buzzkill is Hobbs who is on Douche Boulevard. I don't exactly know who pissed in his cherrios, but I don't really care. Since I'm rather invulnerable as an aide, I'm liking the idea of fucking with him for shits and giggles.

It's a blessing when April Fool's Day lies on the day before Spring Break. I love April Fool' jokes, as much as I enjoy pranking people, I like being pranked to an extent because I'm a good fucking sport. I got Case and Katel pretty good by announcing that I wouldn't be driving them to school anymore. Doug attempted to get me to cut class with him even though he was safetly in class as I was. Good little shit here and there. I need to get Hobbs.

So a few weeks back I think I claimed that I would visit the party bathroom at least 4 times today. Half of me wants to follow through, the other half is like "kinda wanna just like fuck that..." We'll see what happens.

So I don't know if I've told this blog about what's going down in my overnight bag for this cruise, I probably didn't due to the gravity of the situation. Well it's all packed. And it's flawless. I'm more than impressed about this. It's gonna be a good week.

So I'm doing everything in my power to piss off Mr. Hobbs. He's proving to be more patient with me than I had anticipated. I don't intend to fuck with his teaching at all. Just bring levity to it all. Like just now I went up while Van was presenting and started cleaning the bored. Hobbs just politely asked me to wait. Goofy.

I just realized I've been using the same font for far too long. It's the last day before SBXI, and I'm typing in fucking Arial? No. Hell no. Trebuchet. Let's go.

I've had several dreams in a row that I'm at a party and wasted and something bad happens. Like for the past 3 or 4 dreams I've dreamt of extreme and ultimately unsafe partying. For example, last night I had a dream that I partied with Taylor McClure to the point of entirely blacking out, the next morning I pieced together everything that happened, I had a chipped tooth that was bleeding quite a bit. I had also pieced together by asking someone at the party that me and me and Taylor ended up doing stuff. Then the following night we were going to a party at Alex Shacklette's house. Such a crazy dream.

There are two possible reasons that I have been dreaming of partying so frequently lately:
a) I've been partying crazy hard in the past few weeks.
b) I'm about to go on this cruise and party even harder.
I think it's a mix of a) and b), regardless, shit's about to go down in the 10 days to follow.

I'm hanging out with Karen today. Movie followed by her house. Virtual fist bump to all readers. Bam. Nice. The level of innocence for this excursion is unknown. We'll find out thought...

Alright so I really don't feel like getting up to go to the party bathroom. So yeah fuck that.

Dmitri, my little brother, asked me earlier this week if I wished to go back to elementary school. I even remember wondering what my future self would think when I was that age. The answer for my past self, and for Dmitri is no. I do not wish to go back. I don't even wish to go back to Spring Break '10, or the Summer '10. There's very few things I would ever even consider going back to. That's because of two reasons. I live without regrets, and because my life is y=x+1. I listened to the "Kids" remix by Chiddy-Bang, about the difference between being a cool kid, and being innocent. They do not go hand in hand. The problem with that common argument, of coolness, is that the only way you're cool is if you don't know that you're cool. However if you know that you're NOT cool, you are correct, and not cool. Was I a cool kid back in the day of Dmitri? No, and I knew that. Am I a cool kid now? I honestly don't know. I'm publishing that social awareness theory concept as the "cool kid paradox".

It's almost the end of my aiding period, and thus almost the end of this blogs initial purpose. Will I continue this blog? Probably, there's simply no other boredom remedy for this class. Plus I enjoy both writing this and reading it 3 months later. I reckon I have typed over 35,000 words in this blog, since it's birth in October. Some of these are words of humor, some words of anger, of love, and of irony. They are the thoughts that accumulate in my mind, to be released on the screen ever morning between 7:30 and 8:30. To anyone reading this, I hope you appreciate my words. Wish me a good Spring Break, of which will be the best week in my life. Yet.

Until next time...