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...
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