C-c-c-coffee Party

What's up. Last night a revolution occurred. Throughout my entire schooling career, there's been a strict and enforced rule: no sleepovers on school nights. So on the last school night of our lives, Doug and I said fuck it, we're going for it. I was all like "mom, I do not care if you object. I'm sleeping over at Doug's". Which is what I did.

It was a chill night. Nothing went negatively. Good shit.

The whole class just left to turn in they're textbooks. Now I'm like alone. I don't really care though.

So in just one month I'll be heading off to Miami. I'm so stoked to head back to my favorite city in the world. There's just something about Miami I adore. I went to Ft Lauderdale over Spring Break and it just didn't cut it. At all. I was able to put up a cherry Facebook status of "I'm near Miami, bitch!" which, sure, was cute but it didn't have nearly the effect I was hoping for. Let's not dance around it, Ft Lauderdale sucks in comparison to Miami. It's airport has one fucking runway and terminals the size of a basketball court. I mean what, does it think it can just strut around and act like Miami just because it's only a few miles north? No! Fuck that! There's some sort of aura surrounding the confines of Miami that enhances your sense of awesome. Awesomeness is multiplied by like 4x when in Miami for the sole reason of you're in fucking Miami!(bitch).

Coffee party 4th period. Yeah. That's right. I said c-c-c-coffee party. We have some Guatemalan, Honduran, and Nicaraguan blends that we're gonna brew up in Music Class while everyone in the class presents they're projects. The project that I did not do, that should be very interesting. I'll deal with that little problem when I get to it. Yeah so among the gallons of to-be-brewed coffee there's a good looking collection of food. Coffee food of course; maybe some powdered donuts, coffee cake, a good textured cookie, what up. I shall treat 4th period like I would a quality trip to Starbucks.

I'm getting fucking sick of this phone.

So Karen assumed I wanted coffee just now. And made coffee. But hence my coffee party 4th period, I do not want coffee, and I will not accept it. So now she has several cups of coffee and nothing to do with it. I don't even care I'm not drinking that coffee. She'll figure out something to do with it.

This just may just be my last blog post ever. I highly doubt it will be, but it'll at least probably be the last one I post in Hobbs' class. I'm hoping to be driven enough over the summer to continue this blog and keep writing. This blog is neat in the fact that it heavily documents my entire year, which I've never done before. In 5-10 years I can refer back to this blog to see just how much I enjoyed myself this year.

People have asked me if I'm sad about graduating, leaving this school and my childhood behind. My answer: not a bit. Never be sad it's over, but be thrilled that it happened. I have no regrets throughout senior year, or in any of my high school life. More importantly, I got to do everything I wanted to do. I got to experience high school full forced; the good times, the bad times, and everything in between. I got to party (a lot), I got to study a lot. I experienced every high school cliche that movies epitomize. From the nasty rumors that spread like a virus, to enriched visits to places like Starbucks, White Castle, and Bdubs after a football game, I got to do everything high school is associated with. I also go to do a lot that isn't associated with high school. With a pilot's license I could fly my girlfriend for a date, or at 5am before school. I mean I can do whatever the fuck I want I have a plane. I got to do a lot, fairly short of everything. And thus, no I am not said.

Well I'm about done here. The next time I post I will likely be sitting in a different chair. Until then...

The Jackassery continues...

So I was awarded a donut this morning. Don't know why I received that gift. But I did. Chocolate covered fresh donut. It's going quite well with my 3 region blend coffee.

Day two of piss Hobbs off to high hell is in effect. It's delightfully fun, until every once in a while when he snaps, then I fear for my life and sit down and shut up. Only to come back full-force-jackass in a few moments.

Nurse Sharon tried to write me a referral this morning. For sitting in a parked car...whohohohohoohh. We'll see if this referral actually goes through. If it doesn't, joke's on him. If it does, fuck him.

I'm flying Karen to Lexington, weather permitting. Intense shit right there.

I'm fucking bored.

Ok so I decided to blog about my new phone. I've blogged about it in the past but I'm just really feelin it right now. Well first off I must mention that being a jackass is really fun, and it can remove boredom very effectively. I also just remembered that back in February I said I'm never bored, I'm "chill". Still true.

So before I get talking about my new phone, you must understand something about teenagers. Your cell phone is a part of you. In fact on a pie chart I'd say your phone makes up 50% of you, your facebook is about 49%, and your favorite brand of alcohol is the other 1%. Yes, teenagers are very skewed. So a transition to a new phone, a new carrier, a new number, is comparable to a 50% self transformation.

For example. I'm currently an iPhone holder, I have a shit load of pilot apps on it, it's got a sexy blue case (I used to have a gold one), etc. So any teenager, just a regular ole' teen would assume that: I'm standard, popular, and in the now (like the iPhone); I'm a pilot (like my apps say); and I'm sexy and have money (like my case). Ok this probably isn't what every teenager thinks initially. But you get my point.

Droids are less conceited. iPhones are awesome, yes. But they make a big stink about it. iPhones take a lot of time to advertise, much like a douchebag. Droids have hidden talents. Very concise and thorough with it's skills. Droids top iPhones in just about everything but the appstore, but not many people believe it. Thus, transitioning from iPhone to Droid should reflect my personality.

Anyway I'll continue this later. Hobbs is losing control with me. Oh well...

Set.

What's up. I don't even know how many days there are left in school. It's in between two and five I think.  I feel so ill-informed, like I don't think I have school on Friday, but I'm really not sure. Shit...

I fucking sick of my phone. I currently rocking an Iphone 3G. And it sucks. Enough to get pissed off about it.  I'm making a major upgrade coming up soon. Switching to Verizon and to the Droid X2. Yeah, get ready for some shit. I'm currently an Iphone person (and yeah I'm making the capitalization incorrect on purpose), but come Friday or Saturday I'll be a fucking DROID person. Yeah. Means I'll be a real nigga. Ya'll niggas some slow loading appstore ass niggas, my niggas some fast as lightning make a call while webbrowsing droid ass niggas.

Doug is so thrilled about how 'set' he is. It perturbs me. But before I get any further into this I must explain the term 'set'.

Created by Doug and I, 'set' describes the feeling when everything you need and desire is within reach or better yet already in the palm of your hand...brb gotta sign brittany's yearbook...Ok I'm back, I wrote some nice things. Anyway, let's use the initial example of alcohol. In highschool, it's not necessarily easy to obtain. But when you do score some, and you have like 5 bottles under your bed in a shoebox for individual consumption, you are then 'set'. You don't need to further worry about getting booze cuz you already have a speakeasy in your bedroom. The principle applies to other stuff, like girls, money, etc. E.g. having a hot girlfriend makes you set.

So Doug is all excited about how 'set' he is with his phone. He is fully content with the quality of phone he has, and he is aware that no upgrade is needed for at last a while. I on the other hand am quite al contrario. I'm not set! But I probably will be on like Saturday. Stoked.

So I'm trying to get Hobbs to kick me out of his room so I can go chill with Karen. It's not really working. Any chance I get to yell something out to Hobbs to distract the class and distrub his "flow" I take. Then he yells at me and I say with a smirk "I can leave if you want me to!". I'm being a genuine jackass. On purpose of course.

I'm flying today and I need the weather to be clear around 15:00. So I'm gonna check the weather. Adios.

Requiem for a Hangover

What's up everyone? It's the last week of High School now and I'm not doing SHIT until college. No finals, no assignments, just not doing shit until I graduate. It's like the movie Superbad. Two more weeks...fuck it.

I went out drinking on Saturday night. Well, first I went to Churchill Downs and enjoyed some Finish Line Suites and won some money. Ok I didn't really win but I made even and called a couple of Exacta's and picked a few good win-place-show bets. Solid shit. But yeah then I got wasted like I'm supposed to on a Saturday night. That yielded a pretty hefty hangover to deal with the following morning. Which sucked...

I'm flying twice this week. Tuesday and Wednesday. Tuesday I'm going up to hit some practice. I need to remaster touch and goes, do some steep turns and zero G. That way I can impress my girlfriend when I fly her to Lexington for dinner on Wednesday. It's gonna be sick. Heading straight to the airport after school, hitting up some VFR flightplan and weather check and BAM we're out of there. Flying via FFT VOR. Damn straight.

I'm out. Later.

Breakfast flight

Morning. Guess what I did before school today? Flew my plane and got current and checked out! Officially the coolest, craziest, awesomest thing I've ever done before school. Katel is all pissed off at me because I couldn't drive her to school today. I think it's cute. She's bitching about potentially having to get up at 5:30am, and I don't give a fuck. As Doug said "Ya'll some early bird movin ass niggas". True dat.

I think it's funny that I'm fucking around in a plane while all my least favorite people are just waking up. I also love how I nonchalantly ask my dad if I can fly before school tomorrow. Fly the shit out of this morning.

So yeah, many more flights are to come. Included will be a picnic flight, sunrise flight, paper airplane flight, SDF flight, fishing flight, and many more. Stoked. I'm at a level 16 stokeness for getting my plane back. Yeah, level 16, that's the highest in case you didn't know. I've never been at a level 16 since like...I don't even remember. I think 8th grade.

Put on the flying playlist and check this shit out:

5 years old.  I remember being yelled at by my mom for leaving the front door open. "But mom the passengers haven't finished boarding yet!", I'd yell back. Once the imaginary passengers were boarded and all passes have been scanned, I'd close the improv jetway door and go from gate agent to pilot. Walk outside, hop on my bike, do a quick 'preflight' and fly off to destinations unknown--usually my friend Nick's house.

7 years old. I had a good looking collection of toy airplanes, where I would turn my kitchen floor into an airport and get tiny travelers on their way around the world. I'd take the toy airplanes on a walk around the block, an have them land in the living room, imitating a long haul. The toy plane would be refueled, passengers would get off and a fresh set would get back on, the tug would hook up and push back, and I'd take it on a second trip around the block, this time counter-clockwise.

10 years old. I had turned the backseat of the family Dodge Durango into a cockpit. My panel: coloring some instruments onto an open manila folder and taping it to the back of the seat in front of me. My radio: a pair of headphones with a paper microphone plugged into nothing. My controls: my shoes placed upside down for rudder pedals, a pencil in the armrest for a throttle, and I honestly forgot what I used for a yoke (hell maybe I had AP engaged the whole flight). Every two hour drive turned into a 6 hour flight.

13 years old. I had been logging virtual hours after gaining experience in Microsoft Flight Siumulator. I was quite perturbed at any aircraft without autobrakes. You see, autobrakes were the only labeled knob on the 747 panel, hence it was the only thing I definitively could identify. I since a Cessna SkyHawk doesn't have autobrakes, and Boeings do, I made the connection that autobrakes are one of the most pertinent system on any aircraft that separates the crapcraft from the jetcraft. I logged 200 hours my first year. All VFR, all with spotty knowlege and experience. Regardless, I still acted like I knew everything, even more than my dad who by then had his Private License. "Well dad's plane doesn't have autobrakes, piece 'a shit that doesn't count."

18 years old. 2,000 simulator hours. Still use autobrakes, among other things. Last night I ran into my parents room and politely asked my parents permission. Most teens ask for permission to go to a party, permission to borrow money, permission to access the liqour cabinet, etc. "Hey can I go fly tomorrow before school?"
Dad: "No."
Mom: "Tomorrow? Before school?"
Dad: "No."
Mom: "Well how would you take the girls to school?"
Dad: "Doesn't matter Sandy. No."
I explained it was a checkout with an instructor and was granted my plane. I flew for an hour and 6 minutes, and drove to school.

When I have time to think about it, I enjoy reminiscing in aspiring to fly. I remember all the details of playing Captain. All throughout my early days I loved pretending to be a pilot. Only thing that's changed is that I no longer have to pretend.

I had a great childhood, and I'm having a great life.

BAM!

Hooky.

What's up everybody. I understand it's been a while since I've last had a quality post, but bear with me as I've been busy. I now take excursions to Mrs. Pittman's room frequently to both visit Karen and enjoy a cup of coffee during first period. It's some good shit. So just keep in mind that when I'm not posting I'm casually enjoying myself there.

Today Karen and I are playing some hooky after lunch and hitting up downtown. Well, it's no really hooky, its like consensual hooky. Both our parent's signed the early dismissal note. We'll have a relaxing time cruising the streets of downtown, maybe getting a bite to eat, and taking some R&R before heading back to my house. Should be splendid. Stoked.

In other news, tomorrow is a big anticipated field trip to Shaker Village. It's gonna suck but I won't be at school so I'm left complaintless. I'm finna get a lot of nice sleep in on the bus and during any down time. Most seniors get to go somewhere neat like Holiday World or Six Flags for their field trip. Not me. I get Shaker Village. Fuck...

I get my plane back soon. When I do I'll be flying like a fucker. I made a list of shit I need to do with my plane. Included: throw a paper airplane out the window (which is LEGAL btw), or fly into the sun at dawn. My plane should keep me entertained this summer, among other things.

The weather has been duly recorded crap recently-50's and rain. In addition it's showing few signs of improving soon. Oh, nevermind. Friday forecast:: sunny and 80. Sounds like a good day to get current.

I made a list of lists. On this list are lists of things like my favorite places, what I want, favorite words, etc. One of them is a list of things I need to do before graduating. On it is skip school (doing that today), and have a sleepover on a school night (doing that Sunday). These are mainly things I haven't had the chance to do in my 12 years of bullshit. Oh well, soon...soon.

Moving on. I need a coffee machine. I've become quite the coffee connoisseur recently since I've been focusing more on brewing my own vs. buying it all from Starbucks. I purchased a pack of Tribute. It's now one of the rarer blends of coffee; since the beans are aged 5 years, there's a finite amount of this particular blend.

Hobbs is trying to teach everyon that the past tense of lay is lay and the past participle is lain. There's no fucking way that's legit. He's making it up. Past tense of lay is laid and so is the past participle. Don't try that shit on me Hobbs.

I'm feeling a new phone. My phone's processor is so outdated, that updating will yield over a 200% speed increase. I'm liking Droid X. Bout to blow some money on that. I set my facebook status to "iPhone4 or DroidX?" and let people debate. Some dumbasses are trying to say shit like "HTC Inspire" or the like. Are you kidding? It's definitely down to Droid or iPhone, shit...

Dani's throwing a huge party this weekend. I'm bringing a tent. No shit. Tent+sleepingbag+girlfriend+alcohol= I don't even have to say it. That's right.

I apologize for this shitty post. I had little inspiration and a lot of catching up to do. Sorry if this sucked to read, because I'm sure it might have. Anyway, until next time...

Hot Chocolate's not doing it for me

What's up loyal readers? I'm finishing up some turnitin.com monotany. As I'm downloading people's papers, I'm reading a few of them. And some of these kids are really bad writers. I apology for being blunt, but it's the truth.

So I was craving some coffee this morning. But the damn coffeeshop was out of coffee so I have to settle with hot chocolate. And hot chocolate, no offense to my hot chocolate enthusiasts out there, just doesn't cut it. Hot chocolate barely gets the job done on a mountain top ski lodge. And since it's May and I'm not even in a moutain top ski lodge, I'm dissapointed in this beverage.

I worked my double yesterday. It wasn't as intense as I thought it'd be. It was actually quite boring. It was a good tradeoff, I sacrificed an afternoon of my time, and in return was rewarded $53.

I got in a road rage incident with Whatley today. Layed on my horn like it was a bed. Twice.

K I'm going to bed. Later.

Bigget party in the state

What's up. So guess what I'm still doing? If you guessed Hobbs' shit, you'd be correct. I wonder if he realizes that I just half-ass it to get it done in under 20 minutes.

So this weekend was a busy one. I went to the biggest party in the state. 168,000 people getting drunk. It was crazy. I'll attach a picture for ya. This weekend we got prom and whatever is happening after that. It's all slightly stressful.

I volunteered to work a double shift today at work. Lifegaurding from 3:00-9:30. 6.5 hours. I'm not bitching about it, the reason I signed up for it is because I've never done it before. It's gonna be crazy. It'll take some serious discipline, serious security, and serious sanity. I'm totally up for it. Now watch it tornado or something and I get to go home.

So I'm trying to predict the future. Wait, back up. So I was bored last night and got to wondering about what the future holds for me. So I got to google and learned some shit about precognition. Alright now you're caught up. So I'm trying to predict the future. It's no easy task.

Mom, Dad, or anyone of the like, if you're reading this, stop here.:)

In other news, an aztec party is soon to be on the calendar. The sacrificial ritual of a whore losing her virginity. There's a bit more effrontery involved than my usual Friday or Saturday nights. Activities include dying vodka red and doing body shots. Then to the bedrooms. Yeah, fucking crazy.

I realize that my partying is getting less and less innocent. It's a steady and slow descent. But shit, if it keeps up, college will be interesting.

Here's what I wanna do. I wanna get a plane. Like a big one, of the 767 variety. Then fly it to Rio and throw a huge party on it. Like not a huge party, a thorough party. Like with the 767 size I can fit probably a good sized public space, with a bar, lounge, foyer, etc. Then you go back and you see rooms upon rooms. I could probably fit 15-20 microscopic rooms, and one master bed. So on this plane, you get on, take off, hit 10,000ft and BAM shots. Then you drink the night away for the 12 hour flight (cost index would be at like 5) and get some sleep as well. Then you wake up, have some breakfast and chill, then you land and BAM you're in Rio! That'd be so expensive, but so awesome.

Ok I'm out.

Derby+Kings Island=F.A.W.E.

What's up world? It's one of those imitator days. It's a Thursday, but it's portraying a Friday. Crazy stuff going on in the universe to make this possible, such as Oaks Day. Since the weekend starts early I got a jump on the planning. Hold on, I recieved some bullshit work from Hobbs I gotta do right quick...

...This is taking forever. Hobbs promised me at least 20 minutes blog time. Hopefully that's enough. I'm sipping on this really good Three Region Blend. It has several DELICIOUS coffees native to Africa. Caffeine content is high I can tell. The hype isn't helping the slow load times I'm experiencing with this fucking computer. I really like this coffee. I need to compare it with Casi Cielo to properly gauge how good it is. Like I said it's three coffees of Africa blended together. You know how I say you can "taste a region" of the world by it's coffee (I still live by that by the way)? Well since this has roasts from all over Africa it gives me a generally good representation of the continent. I can taste the beauty of Africa, and the ugly slums. I can taste the peacefulness, and the violence. The industry, and the wilderness, the list goes on. I really have to explore Africa soon. I think South America is before Africa on my "must see" list. Fucking Rio. Yeah. I'm typing all this while doing Hobbs' task. It's working out nicely. Only thing is; I'm distracted so I can't get very deep into my blogging. Oh well. Sweet! I'm done.

So back to my thesis. I have a pretty sexy weekend planned. Here me out.

Thursday: Since it's really not the weekend yet, I have work. Stack the paper higher, make skyscrapers out of it, build a fort out of the money bags, what's up. After work I might get in some exercise before hitting up the geef's house for dinner to meet a few more family members. A solid Thursday. (BY THE WAY! For all those people who have no idea how to properly use the word "solid", reread that paragraph! Solid doesn't mean awesome, it means slightly above average! I used it correctly!)

Friday: Island of Kings. Meet for breakfast at the B.K. Lounge with Doug at 8:00am. Then it's off to the roller coasters. 12 hours later we come back home. 'nuff said.

Saturday: DERBY. Jarrod comes to my house at 8:00am. We hit up the biggest horserace in THE WORLD. I got tickets to the infield, which is one of the biggest parties in THE WORLD. I'm living it up on the only day I'm actually impressed by Louisville. Hundred's of thousands of people are in with me. It will be beyond amazing.

Sunday: Mother's day/recovery day.

Ok remember what I said about FAD's? (Fucking awesome days). Well I'm conjuring a new term, FAWE's. That's right. Fucking awesome weekend. 2 or more day's of pure, incessant madness. Often compared to a two day long Spring Break. The only way to make this more of a FAWE is to have a party. Not complaining though. Then I have an important AP test on Monday. Bring it.

Katel's reading this. Katel discovered her new favorite drink from SBUX. It's a coconut slushy something with mocha. Or whatever. I will admit it's very very good, it has the uncanny ability to put one in a good mood. Good call Katel. My good mood drink is still alcohol though. Oh my God I have to pee.

So my iPod just gave me a very good song progression. Get Stoned followed by Like a G6. Then I got creative and slapped on a Miami Bitch at the end. Sounds simple, but has power. Duly noted.

Alright I'm about out for this one. No learn day today. AP English test leaves classes empty while Little Kentucky derby is to follow. stoked. Have a good fucking awesome weekend.

Elegant Class fused with Party

Good morning everyone. It took me a while to get the internet working. Blame Eastern, the technology school. So I got a few things to cover in today’s post, topics include rainforests, the Kentucky Derby, real niggas, and more.

Louisville is still on a rain streak. Out of the past 10 days it’s rained 8 of them. As I’ve said in past excerpts, I’m not complaining. It’s pleasant. The incessant precipitation has swelled the leaves of all plants and enhanced the green color. Hence it has an appearance more like a rainforest. It makes you wanna grab a canoe and go rowing through the streams.

I’m scratching the real nigga talk from the record. Sorry.

So I suddenly have this powerful urge to go to the Kentucky Derby. I don’t know why I haven’t gone before. It’s a status-oriented elegant party at Churchill Downs. Just my type. I’ve recently discovered that fusing formality and class with partyness creates the best atmosphere. Few places I’ve seen or have been to have instilled both variables together. Take for example a cruise ship: you got the party teens that get drunk and screw, then on a totally different part of the ship you have the formal classy adults ballroom dancing and wining and dining and shit. They don’t mix. Churchill Downs fuses elegant class with partying quite well. Take for instance downs after dark: you dress up, you get drunk, you party, you place wagers on horse racing. PERFECT.

I threw a small get-together a mi casa last Friday. I think I may have told about it on Friday’s blog post. Anyway it went quite well, and as I told my friend Alex before my guests arrived I wanted the atmosphere to be elegant class fused with partying. And I must say I pulled it off quite well. Hear me out. A nice penne regatta dinner with French bread, served with candles and the fancy forks. To drink? Wait for it…Beer and tequila sunrises out of (wait for it again) Margaritaville highballs! YES! Isn’t that fucking perfect? To wear, polos and shorts on the guys, nice summer attire on the ladys. UNTIL dinner was over then the clothes turn into sweat pants and gym shorts and into the bed we go. That’s what I’m tal’m bout. Dinner will definitely be served at casi de Decker more often.

Why don’t my parents read this?

This school year is pretty much over. Here comes the breakdown. Today: the last typical day of the school year (wow). Tomorrow I have AP test for Calculus which I kinda decided I’m not gonna do, and after that I have no-learn-2^nd-periods for the rest of the year. Thursday is Little KY Derby, and then we go to Monday, May 9^th. I take the day long Music Theory AP Monstrosity. From then on I have no learn 2^nd and 4^th periods. Since the year will be on wrap-up mode, I will really only be doing shit in English, which is fine, 1 period a day won’t kill me. So today’s essentially my last day, when you think about it like I do.

A nice little storm is rolling in. Something for me to view with admiration during 2^nd period. I love precipitation. Well tomorrow I won’t be in, so the next I’ll be bloggin’ is Thursday. Until then…