I want a space ship

Good evening everyone. And uh, it's Thursday. I'm relaxing sipping my tea. I had Air Force Lead Lab, I had my classes, I had PT, and now it's Thursday night and I'm done for the week. My weekend starts now. I remember a few weeks ago, hell even a year ago, I said the weekend starts on Thursday. However despite saying this, I truly considered Thursday to be more of a soft transition into the real weekend. Now that weekdays have been increased in toughness and intensity, I find it imperative that weekends truly start on Thursdays. Thursdays are really filled with magic and wonder once you start thinking about it; the harder your work-week is, the more sacred Thursday becomes. Ok facebook status that shit. Nowadays I find myself looking at the clock around 2:30 on a Thursday afternoon thinking, "Only 5 hours of this week left" and then thanking God. Those 5 hours have passed and my week is now over, so I can go forth to relax to my thoughts, music, and tea.

I want a space ship. And I'm picky about it too. I don't want a shitty small one that can only fit a chimpanzee and lands in the Gulf of Mexico. No. I want a big one that has like multiple wings and a master bedroom. I wanna be able to design it, like lay it out on paper and make it just for me. Then I wanna take it on like massive voyages that take like a week to complete. Every now and then I would like to hop in my space ship and leave this world for a little bit. There'll be a coffee maker on my ship and a nice bay window with a clear view of the final frontier where I can sit back in my cool space recliner and sip some tribute. It would be the ultimate escape, I would do nothing for the entire week. In fact I wouldn't even be able to be selfish enough to go it alone, I'd have quarters made for my best friends in the world. Karen, Doug, Alex, my boys, Katie, Becca, their dates, everyone I love would be doing this voyage with me. We'd chill and relax all the time, not worrying about a thing, just looking at space nebulas and distant stars.

Then after a few days we'd start to become rambunctious. That is when I would lead my friends to a section of the ship they'd never seen before, I'd step behind a bar and start popping bottles. Rum, tequila, bourbon, BEER, and Ice for the ladies, I'd have it stocked in my space ship and we'd have a great night pumping good music and sipping tasteful cocktails. We'd get inebriated and take a look out the small porthole laced with bolts and titanium. We'd realize that we're on the top of the world, but we wouldn't give a fuck! We'd keep drinking, and keep having fun. We'd wake up in the morning in our cool space beds with a hangover handcrafted from hell. We'd stumble to the dining hall (yes, my spaceship has a dining HALL) and eat eggs and bacon and sip Vitamin Water: Revive and we'd smile at the simple fact that we're having a great time on our space ship.

And after we've had our fun and leisure, our ship would return home. We'd have a lazy last day, lounging around doing nothing. Our ship would automatically be guided back to Earth and touch down at some strip of runway, and we'd disembark. We wouldn't be sad our trip was over, we'd be nothing but refreshed. We'd be ready to step back into the world and put up with society's bullshit with a smile. We'd always think back to the infinite amounts of fun we had together on our space journey. It would help us put up with the negative things in life, and help us look forward to the positive.

I didn't realize this until about half-way through writing it, but what I just described was a vacation. I was in deep thought last night as I fell asleep, about the very topic of custom space ships. It was half-fantasy, half-dream. I basically dreamt up that spaceship and how nice it'd be. Then when I actually wrote it down I discovered that a cool week-long space vacation is pretty much the same as any week-long vacation. It gives you the opportunity to not worry for a week, to let go of inhibitions for a week, to party and relax at the same time. And that opportunity is drastically necessary! My week long space vacation almost exactly describes a Caribbean cruise. In the end, we'd be recharged to face another big chunk of bullshit for the future. And that's why I love vacations.

I've recently slipped out of the zone. Surely you know what the zone is, but in case you don't I'll elaborate. The "zone", as I call it, is the binding mental force that drives you to do spectacular things without problem. It is how I can get up at 6am and then go to class and then do homework, and NOT bitch about it. The zone is almost synonymous with motivation. Getting to the point, SOMEHOW I've slipped out of it. It was like 3 weeks when I simply was not in the zone. And it is very difficult to keep doing all this shit when you're just not in the zone. I don't know what caused me to suddenly not give a fuck, but luckily I am, in fact, back in the zone. And that is because I all of the sudden had some late realization about becoming a pilot.

Due to a couple of factors, I suddenly realized how close I am to achieving my number 1 goal of becoming a pilot. I have everything I need to get there, I have been doing everything so far. This is a very hard transition for me. Put yourself in my shoes, I've been dreaming to become a pilot for 18 years now. All of the sudden, my actions are directly affecting the outcome of that goal. Up until now, there wasn't much I could do to contribute to my pilot slot, and now there is. As long as my PT scores and GPA remain high, all I need to do is wait TWO FUCKING YEARS. Needless to say I'm excited. I'm like a kid in November, I can see my Christmas presents, but it's still sooooooo far away! And I'm determined. It's what keeps me in the zone. I'm gonna be a pilot. I don't care. Shut up. I'm gonna be a pilot.

I'm done blogging for tonight. I hope you enjoyed reading my shit. If you didn't, it's not for you so don't be a dick. I will hopefully get my drink on tonight and "shoot" my way into the weekend. Pun intended. Thank you. Until next time... Have a good night everyone.