Pressure Cooker Situation

So I can't tell you why, but I am in love with downtime. Any chance at downtime I take, use, and love. There is a reason I love 15 hour flights more than 20 minute flights and that is because you are guaranteed 14.7 more hours of downtime with the 15 hour flight. Same principle applies to lifeguarding, road trips, airport delays, etc. I'm unique like that. Downtime is vacation in my mind.

I woke up at like 1:30 today. Then I watched a movie until about 3:00. Then I read a magazine article until 3:20. Then I just kinda laid in my bed staring at the wall until about 4:10. Then I had a headache so I started popping caffeine pills like tic-tacs. I've had like 4 and a half since then and my last was at like 9:30. It is currently 11:00. So I believe it's safe to say that I will be up late tonight. And I don't really mind that. I notice a large productivity increase when I hop on the caffeine train, something that a teenager trying to get shit done can't argue with.

So I found a 767/757 checklist online. Yeah like the legit Boeing shit. So I studied it, learned it, and now know the mechanical systems well enough to turn off the engines at the end of a flight and turn the back on at the beginning of one, in the sim of course. So today I put my knowledge to the test and am attempting a turnaround. I flew in to MIA from ORD and arrived at the gate. Now I have like an hour to log the time, refile the flightplan, refill the fuel tanks (with an updated fuel plan), get the FMS info updated, start back up and fly back to ORD. So currently flight simulator is minimized whilst I type this, with my virtual 757 sitting at gate D45 in Miami. It's about time to get that fucker back into the air. Be right back.

Btw, now that my girlfriend is starting to read this blog, I hope she doesn't start thinking I'm some faggot who obsesses with flight simulator a bit too much. I doubt she thinks this, however I hope she knows that I do this because I can't afford a real B752 and there is not much else to do on a Wednesday night at 11:08pm. Except call her, but she isn't responding to my text that says "Hey I need to talk to you. Call?". More on that later. Anyway, be right back.

Well that was a successful turnaround. My gate departure was delayed by two minutes due to pilot error. Yeah, I know...tragic. The problem was that I disconnected external power and air before I started the APU and when I did start the APU I had the APU bleed for the 1 and 2 engines valved shut. So it was the plane completely lost electricity for like 15 seconds. Then APU started and I got power back BUT my FMS data was cleared so I had to reenter it. Bummer. I'm learning more and more about this Boeing shit every damn day. I wanna know how many other teenagers know this much shit about a Boeing. Yeah bitch.

I kinda wish my Piper Warrior was as advanced as a Boeing. There's no demand pumps on a Piper Warrior. However there are some demand pumps on a C-17. Gettin' on that shit momentarily.

So for all the people reading this who have no clue what the fuck I just said in the past couple hundred words, I'm about to go back to speaking English.

So I'm readily faced with a dilemma. Alex cordially invited me to something that I can't really fucking refuse. Like thinking about it, I just can't fathom turning such an opportunity down. He invited me to blow a couple hundred on flying out to LAX to drive up to his Timeshare in Tahoe, spending the week, and flying home. This would take place like July 31st and last throughout the week. Ok. So I'm gonna write this out...all included factors:

• Karen gets back from GSP Friday evening. I would leave Saturday evening. That means I would have 24 hours to spend with her before I depart. And I know she would not like that. At all. Like she and I don't fight, and we may get in a fight over this. Pressure cooker situation I know. FUCK!
• As you know, I'm supervising a waterpark, I don't exactly know how work will appreciate me flying all over the fucking country for a week before going off to college. I would also have to make sure I get Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday off at the end of July... God this sucks.
• It may rack up a check of $500. Which I certainly have, but my parents will probably question me throwing this kind of money at a vacation...
• Speaking of which. My parents will probably not be thrilled with me just shipping myself off to Californiland a couple days before college move-in day.
• Arnold (Mr. Krauss) fucking hates me due to excessive partying with his son and daughter on Spring Break. Yeah, word.

Here are the steps to get to LAX... the way I see it:

1. Talk to Karen, 
2. Talk to parents, 
3. Get Arnold to approve.
4. Book plane ticket, (money happens to be in the account. No problemo)
5. Get work settled.

This is the most stressful thing that's hit me yet this summer. I'm gonna add a picture I took last year in Los Angeles to get the feeling right for this post. Next time I update this blog I'll thoroughly update my readers. Even though the only people reading this will probably be the first to know. Until next time...

Clock-in, Clock-out

What's up.

It's so boring these days. I try to keep the excitement level of my life consistently high, but the past few days have been a flop. With Karen gone I have nobody to go on dates with, I simply am turned off to the idea of partying, and I have no planned trips to be stoked about. Everyday is just on a "clock-in, clock-out" basis. With college coming up soon, it's hard to do anything but go with this flow.

I have a new goal to become 50% sexier by the time Karen gets back from GSP. So I don't plan on missing any gym days to come, and I gotta be all over that protein powder. If my mission is accomplished, I'm sure a certain individual would be happy.

Be right back, I'm gonna take a protein shake now. Maybe I'll think about something to write about in the process.

Nope. Nothing. I've had zero inspirational thoughts all day. And I'm sure you don't wanna read about boredom. Thus, until next time...

Hold on, gotta command some shit

What up everyone. Just got myself situated on this simulator flight, O'hare to Heathrow. Nice cruising at FL350 with a smidgen of tailwind. And an easy 7 hours left. I need to get back into the habitual simming more often. It seems to boost my esteem and understanding when flying in real life.

So I was cruising around in Doug's car yesterday, pleasantly. I noticed how proudly he swung his whip around with such control and ease, so much so that it reminded me of how the power rangers controlled their giant dinosaur pet when fighting evil. The cockpit of Doug's car is like his command center. Each guy should have a command center. It's something that they adore and understand so much, that it's almost a part of them. The kind of thing that they know inside and out and they'd gladly correct anyone who challenges said knowledge. Anyway, I want a command center! Some place I could just go and chill and be cool, and to run your shit. Some place you could be like "hold on, gotta command some shit", hit a button and proceed with your conversation. Yeah... command centers are cool. I'm all over that.

In other news, the term "all over that" is in full swing. I should be saying it a few times a day. Being "all over something" shows you are exceeding expectations and running shit like a champ. No one can touch you when you're all over it...

So while I was in O'hare I did a study. I counted the amount of ugly vs. hot people in the United terminal, then counted the amount of ugly vs. hot people in the American terminal. As it turns out, American is over twice as sexy as United. Hence I can now say that it is a proven fact that United Airlines is fugly, and American is sexy. I wonder how Delta compares.

One week until the big Krauss man tears up SDF. I'm excited to show him how the fuck I do. Now that Karen is not in town anymore for GSP, I have a lot of free time. And it's boring and sexless. Oh well, more time to sim I suppose.

Until next time...

There's Nothing Like Miami

What's up everyone. We got a lot to blog about tonight. And boy do I mean a LOT. Between getting stuck at O'hare airport, purposely sticking myself in Miami Int'l, and everything that happened before and after, I have stories coming out my ass tonight.

So the Keys were very nice. It definitely sucked to watch EVERYONE go party while your parents went to bed and you went to the pool...sober. However I did embrace the cigar culture down on Duval street, which needless to say was fantastic. I have such a further great appreciation and understanding of cigars now. After roaming the streets of downtown Key West and my folks fell asleep on me at 3:00 in the afternoon, I really had to get the fuck out of my hotel room. I walked my ass the two and a half miles back to Duval Street to gather a tobacco treat and chat with a man of intellect in the cigar industry. I now have a pretty damn good taste for cigars. Hence my time in Key West was not wasted.

Moving along.

South Beach is now my favorite single location on the face of this planet. Yeah it's literally that good. The water is warm, the people are charismatic and attractive, there's money everywhere, and once every three minutes a plane flies over, inbound to MIA. I'll return. Soon. As Pitbul says, there's nothing like Miami.

Moving along.

I have always wondered what happens when a huge thunderstorm collides with a huge airport like O'hare. I finally figured that one out. 65% of the outbound flights are canceled. Delays stack up like debt, averaging 166 minutes. Planes line up 27 deep for release. 1,000 cots and "essentials kits" are handed out. Thousands of people line the halls in between terminals and fight for sleep. Planes both in line for release and at the gate are damaged by the 74kt winds. Yeah. Shit gets real. But oh my God it was so fucking awesome! I'm looking out of the window at the edge of concourse L and I'm like "Holy Fuck!!! That's fucking crazy awesome!!!" The way they just accept the fact that shit is hitting the fan and start nonchalantly setting up cots is jaw-dropping to me. And how the controller mouths off clearance after clearance after clearance to hundreds of planes while a storm is 4 miles to the south east is breathtaking to listen to. The best part is, I'm tracking all sorts of cool shit on pilot websites and listening to ATC (knowing exactly what the fuck is going on), while the rest of the people just stare at the departures board scratching they're neck saying "Well I wonder what's causing all the delays. Is there like weather or something?" HA! And I'm getting my updated info from the fucking control tower! That is why I get into the expert traveler line for security. That is exactly why...

Moving along.

Not 24 hours after landing in Louisville I was out to party at the prestigious and difficult to get into "club jenks". It was a fun and very standard night. Nothing unusual about it at all. I drank as much as I should've and got particularly wasted. I also had wine. That's become a usual thing.

Moving along.

So what came next... Well here's a little less narration and a little more projection. So I like classy shit. And I can't put my finger on why (maturity?) but as I grow older I start to like party less and classy more. So I've decided to throw an "If you're not classy, you're not coming" party at my place the next time my parents are not occupying my premises. This party will include only wine, bourbon, and cigars. Dress code will be collared shirt. And it will be fantastic. Many of my friends are simply not classy enough to make the invite. Sorry guys... but my only friends classy enough are Doug, Katie, Alex, and Karen. Since Alex and Karen will not be in Louisville at the time, it will just be Doug and Katie.

Moving along.

This is becoming a long post. Nice. So today was Karen's last day before she goes off to GSP for like 5 weeks, so we spent the entire day together. First we went flying to Lexington. Now I gotta do that shit more often. It is just so much fun! TacAir is about the nicest richest ass place to visit. Between valet parking for your plane, flatscreen tv's in front of each urinal, and the touch screen operated Pilot's-Only MOVIE THEATRE, this place is like the ultimate place to show up and chill. Not to mention the legit pilots that ask you where the best place to grab a place to eat would be, and you can say from experience "Man-O-War Boulevard". I love LEX. I also love what I call "Weekend Flying". It's when flying on a Friday evening, when it gets passed like noon, you can say "have a great weekend!" enthusiastically during handoffs rather than the typical "gooday". It's just so nice to hear Louisville Approach say thank you (knowing that they're smiling behind that microphone) before you switch to 119.5 and line up for some 24.

Moving along.

Date number two was (wait for it) Turf Club at Churchill Downs tonight for Downs After Dark. Dinner was not included in admission. Dinner was expensive. And I treated the shit out of my girlfriend and regurgitated a whopping $100 on the night. Yet it was worth it in the end. I love how Churchill Downs tries to separate the classes, but they all come back together in the paddock. Sometimes I the dude smoking a black wearing flip flops, sometimes I'm the dude with the purple and white wristband thinking "why do you come here?" to all the pathetic wife-beater-wielding, tattoo-infested trash.

So hopefully I won't run out of anything to blog about anytime soon, as I enjoy writing in this blog. Even if no one reads it, it's good to know I have a pipeline out there. Some form of expression or some shit. Regardless, if you are reading this, thank you. Good night.

Until next time...

It's one of those nights...

What's up tonight everyone? It's another one of those nights. In case you don't know what I'm talking about by saying "those" let me explain.

About 3 times a year, I go somewhere. I go somewhere that get's me stoked to the point of insomnia. Ok not insomnia, just excitement. The night before any of these trips (SFO, SAP, LAX, even SLC, and especially MIA) is always an enjoyable night to me. I pack, I update my music library, I sometimes sip coffee. Actually... brb. Sorry I just made a brew of Sumatra, it'll be ready in a few :). Anyway, I sometimes sip coffee, I do flight sim flights, and I treat myself to something. Be it a black or a movie with Karen I always, always, enjoy it. You see it doesn't matter what I do tonight, I'm going to Miami tomorrow. With something like Dade being dangled in front of my salivating face I waste my time knowing that I'll have a great time soon.

Be right back...picking up my coffee. Ahhh yes. Sumatra. Yum, fuck now I'll be up all night.

Maybe I should pull an all-nighter. I dunno should I? I slept all day. Stay tuned.

So the last time I went to KMIA I was stoked but it wasn't until later that it sunk in as my favorite airport. I believe there were a few reasons that lead to my amazement with Miami.
1). In San Francisco, my mom told me I'd like Miami. That sat in the back of my head for 2 and a half years. It sat there and didn't move. Finally when I actually visited Miami, that thought was released into me. The thought pulsed through my veins like a virus and virtually infected me. Thus, it was carved into me like a scar, and Miami was then a piece of me.
2). My birthplace is the Wal-Mart brand of Miami. Living in PBI for only 5 years, I have forgotten all the good and bad things yet remember that SoFlo is the land of my roots. A feeling of belonging will never go away.
3). As far as the airport goes, if I hadn't been locked in the heart of New Kmia I probably wouldn't adore it as much as I do. It falls under the same principles of bonding with a dog. I read in a dog book once that a good way to bond with your dog is to tie yourself to it. For like 9 hours. The same bonding occurred when I was "tied to" KMIA. I fell in love with the place and 9 hours spent there is considered fun to me.

Now I'm going back, and hopefully it won't disappoint.

Karen came over today and yesterday to bide my loneliness. A big empty house to myself... We spent most of the time in bed. Yeah I've had a good few days. Luckily I invested in a 36 pack of condoms. It was a really good deal, on sale or some shit. Long story short, it's now a 30 pack.

So there's not much less to do tonight except just relax and sleep if I want. I still don't know if I'll actually sleep. We'll see how the night goes.

I plan to spend about 50$ on my MIA-ORD trip. I'll be at MIA for 4 hours, then at ORD for like 5 hours. I'll need food and I don't wanna cheap out on the food. ORD has a great place in Concourse B called Great American Bagel Co. but it's like 10 bucks for a good meal. I'm excited to explore the AA "superconcourse" D at MIA. I'll take many pictures.

I feel like wasting time on World of Warcraft tonight. Like after a week of sex, shift supervising, 5am flights, packing, etc. I really don't feel like doing anything but wasting some time on the virtual world of glory. It's hard to explain. I understand that WoW is about the biggest time waster after heroin, but it's enticing. It's really a guilty pleasure of mine. I find it fun for some reason to know that I could be flying a plane but instead I choose to play World of fucking Warcraft.

Just talking about it really makes me want to go do it. First I must touch my virtual rubbers down onto Dade's turf. So I'm gonna go get on that. Until next time...

Miami Cannot Come Soon Enough

What's up guys? A nice summer night it is indeed. We've had nice cool air for the past few days, like 70's. That keeps it nice for work as it keeps people away.

Went flying with Karen just now. Hit a touch and go at SDF. Love it. I'm flying all the time now, with it being summer and me having a plane and all. I like it.

One thing that does particularly bug me is that I have relapsed my World of Warcraft addiction. Yes, my WoW addiction. I've been off it since like October. And before that I've been off it for like a year. I just can't break the temptation to go fuck shit up with spells and shit. Like it's so fun. A whole different WORLD. At my disposal. So idk how I'm going to balance it with flight sim. But I'll figure something out. I was honestly planning on doing some raiding tonight. But I'm awfully tired so I'll probably end up going to bed quite soon instead.


Miami cannot come soon enough. I. Need. A. Fucking. Vacation. Like it kinda blows my mind that I'll be in Miami in just like 3 days. And then I can have that delicious Tom's NFL. It's SO GOOD. I don't think I like restaurant as much as I like the symbolism. You see...at Tom's NFL, it's not about the delicious wings. It's not about the ATR's and 757's that fly over on they're WINCO1 Departures. It's not even about the hot waitresses or the nice walk down the street to get there. It's all about the fact that you're in Miami (bitch) and you got an easy week of RnR ahead of you. It's about how you can sip your soda and chomp into a wing and recollect the good times you recently had at KMIA. It's about how you send out a few texts to your brodogs and lovely girlfriend saying "Hey dude/baby, I'm in Miami. Life is good right now." Yes Tom's NFL is about the occasion. It's not everyday you get to go to Miami, but while you're there, you better take some time out of your evening to enjoy some wings.

Karen's coming over tomorrow. While the parents are out of town. Yup I think we all know what that means.

Real Nigga Flyin

Another night. How nice.

So yeah I gotta get my sleep schedule back on track. I'll be livin' like a REAL-ass pilot come Friday When my 7:00am departure will leave me yawning all day for my 10 hour flight line. Yeah. Like I said, real nigga flyin. So here's my plan. I'm doing a nice little simflight right now, KMIA-SVMI, then I'll be heading off to bed at normal time. Waking up earlier than usual tomorrow at a nice 9:00am and forcing two cups of (TRIBUTE) coffee down my throat and painfully staying awake until I get home from work. I'll keep myself busy with a few more simflights.

So yeah that way I can fall right asleep the night before the flight and log some right seat hours in N6627X. Planning on adding 2-3 new states. Nothing big, all three states suck. We talking Arkansas, Mississippi, and Louisiana. Like I said, they all suck.

So Karen got me a graduation present. Aside from a nice UK shirt and what is perhaps some of the last Tribute in the entire region I got a new Skagen. Yeah. I was in disbelief. It's fucking shiny. And it's black so I can now match when I wear black, instead of wearing that other brown one. That's right I have a $100-$200 watch for each fucking outfit.

Well that's about it for me tonight. Until next time...

An Extremely Usual Night

What's up readers. Don't answer that. Rhetorical question.

Party last night. It was extremely usual for a Dani Jenkins field party. EXTREMELY usual. In fact, I was worried that it'd be of the usual persuasion (the hostess crying in the corner at 4am while you're trying to sleep with 30 other people, hungover as fuck) so I decided not to spend the night. I'd follow my old proverb by having "a beer and a good time". But unfortunately at about 9:30 after two beers I was on the phone with my mom, notifying her that I would not be home til morning. Thus, the partying continued for me.

Ok, I must let you in on a little secret. Keep this on the hush hush because once everyone starts doing it (as projected) it won't be cool anymore. This secret is: Walking around a party with a glass of wine (good wine especially, Shiraz made the cut) equals IMMEDIATE bad-ass. Why? Because it catches EVERYONE off guard, no expects some classy motherfucker to break out the Noir in between games of beer pong.

And yes, I did just that last night, walking around the house and field with a glass or Shiraz. Like a champ. And of course ten fucking people asked me "is that wine?" And I was like "no it's Welches. This ain't communion! Of course it's wine! Shit..." Then there was the dumbass chick doing shots of Heaven Hill asking me like I'm ignorant one, "why the fuck are you drinking out of a wine glass?" And I was like "Because I'm drinking wine." Dipshit... Why are you drinking out of a shot glass? Oh that's right, fuck me. It's cuz you're drinking a shot...

I also had the pleasure of getting laid at a party. Didn't realize how amazing the feeling is when you walk downstairs with your limping girlfriend and everyone looks at you like "oh shit!" then starts applauding like crazy. The one overly enthusiastic drunk screaming "He did it! I stuck it in her! He used his penis!!!" followed by about 5 drunk bitches screaming "Woooooh!!!!" before falling out of their chairs...it puts a smile on my face. Then for the rest of the night, you're that person that fucked that one hot blonde chick in the closet.

After that it went downhill. Everything I wanted to avoid by not spending the night happened to me. I got the usual bullshit from Princess Dani. I was originally crammed into a sleeping quarter with 15 other guys but then bailed and had a failed attempt at sleeping under the stars. After sacrificing several hours of sleep I just crashed in the car. Got about 2 hours. I got what I deserved for the debauchery.

That's all I got for today. Until next time...

Bolla Chianti

I am so bad. Party at my house while the parents are out. It was nice, a lot of work, I think it was worth it.

I think I managed the small crowd well despite incessant bitching by Danielle. I had much of the house rather bulletproofed and ready for guests. Brought the nice boom box inside and played some CD's. I had the garage turned into a black smoking room which was fanfuckingtastic because I learned (stressfully) today that the smell of smoke would clear after leaving the door open for 5-8 hours.

Before I go into any further detail about the Dinner with Decks, I'd like to tell you about this song. It's called Strobe by Deadmau5. I'm pretty sure there are addictive properties to it because I can't seem to go an hour without listening to it. In fact, finna listen to it right now. It has qualities of great bass, rhythmic genius, and melodic consonance. A really great piece.

Ok now we can dive further into the details of last night. So everyone shows up on a good cue, and we do several rounds of shots to (who else, but) me. And everyone there keeps coming up to me begging me to make them a drink. I got bored with making everyone drinks that I already knew recipes for, so I chose to be creative and throw shit together and mix it up and see how it tasted. Which turned out to be a great idea. I came up with some nice new recipes that way. For example I was feeling lazy when Katie asked me for the 15th fucking time to make me a drink so I simply threw a shot of blueberry vodka into a glass of sprite. The UV blue gives it a very feint hint of blue color, hence it deserves the name 100 Low Lead (pilot reference, if you don't get it ask me). As it turns out 100LL became an instant hit and everyone wanted one in their cups. Within 10 minutes everyone in the house was wielding a party cup with gasoline in it.

Now here's my favorite part. For whatever reason last night, I had the craziest urge to drink wine. I invited anyone to join me and of course katie was the only taker. So me and Katie had each had a glass of Bolla Chianti. Now I'm not a wine drinker but fuck was it good. Me and Katie were fucking classy, until a Lil Wayne song came on the boombox, causing Katie to jump up and grind on me (with wine in hand), causing me to spill my wine all over my polo. Worth it.

Yeah and you know why it was fucking worth it? Cuz I was in my own house, with all my favorite people IN THE WORLD (despite Alex K. not being there, he was still invited), my sexy girlfriend is grinding on me, and to top it all off I'm walking around with a glass of wine! Can you spell CHAMP!? Then I did another round of shots to "Decker's bartending skills" and an hour later got laid! Everybody dies but not everybody lives..shit.

Today at work I wore a lei while lifeguarding. I also convinced the front desk to play the "Margaritaville" station on XM radio over the waterpark stereo system. If only I had a Bud Light Lime. Either way, that's still a win in my book.

T.O.D. to Miami is approaching fast. Until next time...

So here's what's good...

What's up. I had that stupid project graduation last night.

I'll start from the beginning. I had a nice Dinner with Decks (Family edition) last night. It was chill, everyone had a good time. That's what it's all about. Then went to project graduation.

It was stupid. I'm glad I won like a 25$ gift card and all but other than that it wasn't anything thrilling.

What is thrilling though is the fact that my parents are OUT OF TOWN tonight. And you know what that means. Oh hell yes it's a Dinner with Decks. Yeah. I'm stoked. We got Zack, Matt, Tom, and maybe Doug coming in for the guys. Then Dani, Katie, Karen, and possibly Meegs coming in for the ladies. Yeah it's gonna be sick. Finna get wasted and laid tonight, made possible in part by my parents and their absence.

I'm so fucking tired due to that goddamn project graduation. Like is it really that necessary to keep us up for 24 hours on our graduation day? Can't you just trust that we're not gonna do anything stupid on grad night? Now, thanks to project graduation, I'm tired as fuck for my big night tonight. And that's some shit.

I work a lot this week. Closing waterpark shift EVERYDAY this week. Well Sunday-Thursday which is most of the week. Raking in that dough.

So here's what's good. Next Friday, I consult Houston with my dad. We fly up there on a delivery mission. All expenses paid we just fly the plane. I'm copliot. It should be a grand time. A grand time indeed. Then, a week goes by and I work some more and my parents go out of town AGAIN! How stupid of them. So I'll probably have people over again until Friday when I get my ass flown to the one and only Miami.

It's all coming together quite nicely isn't it? Until next time...

First night of Summer

Back.

Sorry shit came up. I had to go to the Senior Luncheon earlier than expected and haven't had the opportunity to blog until now.

It's the first night of summer now and I must say, it feels like it. After going to school for an hour and a half, I slept in until 2:45 and went to work for 6 hours. Now I'm cruising at FL370 down the high altitude airways towards Miami. I'm assuming if I'm to keep this blog updated, most of my posts will be done at night when I have little else to do.

Tomorrow is gonna be one of those days that I consider half awesome half bullshit. So we start the day off with some sleeping in (awesome). Then we get dressed up and go to graduation (bullshit). Then we spend several hours uncomfortably (bullshit) before returning home. Then it's cookout time. Yeah buddy. My favorite female and favorite male have been selected and both families have been invited to my pad for some Dinner with Decks, family style (awesome). Then I'll try to get laid (awesome) before going to the Project Graduation. Which I'm only 50% thrilled for. So that's the break down of that.

I was thinking whilst lifeguarding today. And it occurred to me that I will be in Mifuckingami in approximately 15 days. Yeah. The fucking promise land of Decker Loyd, I'm going, in 15 days. And I know exactly where I'm gonna eat dinner that night I get there. I'm gonna enjoy the best buffalo wings Miami has to offer, airport side. Damn straight. One second while I look up the name of this joint. It's called Tom's NFL. And it's amazing. Best fucking chicken wings in Miami, AND it's KMIA-side.

I'll have to start getting stoked for Miami soon. I suppose it starts with a simflight there. Of which is in progress. Until next time...

Big Shift

Last day!!! What's good!?

Surpringly Hobbs is still making his kids do work. Fuck that. I'm getting one last blog post in before going to some Senior Luncheon. Man, what to talk about first? Topics today include: new phone, shift supervising, the downfall of Dani, and much more.

So as anticipated I received my new phone. It's pretty sweet. The transition was difficult, as expected. It's like logging 2,000 hours in a 767 and then switching to an A330. Yeah, intense. I'm desperately poking around in the endless expanses of settings to get my DROID exactly how I want it. And yeah like I said it's taking a little while to get adjusted. Among the recent transitions of both phone, service, mp3 player, etc. I've also transitioned from Tiny Wings to Angry Birds. Yup, I never thought I'd be an Angry Birds person but I now am. And I kick ass at it so what's up.

I also got the big upgrade at work to become shift supervisor. The youngest one at that. Damn straight I run that motherfucker now. After a few checks and balances with a hands on "test" to be sure I'm fit for the job, I succeeded at becoming the 2nd and youngest shift supervisor at Calyspo Cove. Yeah, get on my level. Now I get to carry a walkie talkie when I work. You wouldn't think it, but just holding a walkie talkie makes it look like you possess so much more authority. I also get my own keys to the waterpark. Yeah in otherwords, and I'll just not dance around it, I will OWN a waterpark. So I can then cross that off my bucket list. And when anyone gives me shit, I'll just flash them a serious look and be like "I'm sorry, do YOU have a waterpark? No? I do." As you can probably infer, I'm taking this a bit heavier than most. I call it being serious about my job.

So Dani is on a steady downfall. If she's not careful she'll be yet another victim of High School. Her genuinity is declining, as it has been for like the past 3 weeks. It's like Rome. I feel bad for her but she won't escape it until she realizes it for herself, no one can tell her she's fucking up without getting bitched at. It's a pretty tricky looking catch-22. She's throwing a party. It was supposed to be like two weeks ago, but then got moved. And got moved again, and got moved again. Now everyone's done. Including me. Her bullshit level has exceeded my recomended capacity. So I'll just wait it out. I have my own plane it's not like I'll be bored until she comes to.

So it's Summer. It kinda caught me by surprise, much like Spring did. I swear, back in the Rupp days, I kept telling myself the rest of high school will fly by, and now it's fucking June and it feels like maybe Cinco de Mayo. High's of 96, 97 degrees everyday? Wtf is this? My daily schedule has been a lot like my mid-Summer schedule. (The only difference is now is that I have a waterpark.)

So there will be a PG rated 'Dinner with Decks' this Friday. Don't get excited it's not your conventional D/D, in fact it's not really even a D/D at all. damnit. Brb.