So Happy Spring

What’s up blogging world. Happy Tuesday.

Picture in your mind the most beautiful day you could dream up. You know the type, not a cloud in the sky, perfect 65-75 degrees, very calm breeze to make damn sure you don’t get too hot, etc. Picture sitting on a nice plot of grass (which is becoming more green due to the lengthening days), leaning up against a tree with a slight bit of shade to cover you. Looking around you see girls EVERYWHERE, half wearing yoga pants, half wearing shorts; everyone just sitting on the grass with you doing whatever—getting out of the dorm room.

Well, that’s where I am right now. Yeah, I’m calling it, spring has officially started. The groundhog was fucking WRONG by predicting a long-ass time until spring because it is NOW. The daytime temperature shouldn’t dip below 45-50 at all as far out as accuweather has predicted (March 9^th). And today and yesterday have been like fucking 60-something degrees which means it’s SPRING. So Happy Spring. You made it, survived the dead months.

I went to WalMart today and holy shit that place gets trashier every visit. It’s to the point now where I’m just straight uncomfortable in there. But that’s all beside the point. The point is that I bought some Corona sandals; you know, the flip flops that say Corona with the logo on the souls. TWELVE DOLLARS FOR THESE SANDALS. Completely worth it. Let me tell you why.

Back when I had my first beer, ironically right before Spring Break, I was drinking down Miller Lites because I preferred those more than my dad’s stronger brand he kept in the garage. Despite only have sampled two brands, I decided Miller Lite was my fancied beer… for life. So it being right before Spring Break, I saw the “Beer Sandals” in Kohl’s that represented Miller, for the same universal price of twelve dollars.

It was very tempting not to purchase those sandals right then and there and wear them for eternity, but luckily I held out. [BTW this is completely off topic but there’s a cheerleader next to me. I love college.] I decided against buying them for a couple of reasons. First off, Eastern High School would suspend me for wearing alcohol related clothes in school. Second off, that particular Spring Break I was going to Utah, not the beach. Thus I decided to wait.

Fast forward to the next Spring Break and I was to be going on a cruise. So it was once again tempting to buy some beer sandals then, but I decided it would be in my better interest to just wait until college to buy some beer sandals. From then on, anytime I saw a pair of beer sandals I would just think to myself, ‘Once I’m 18 and about to go on my first college Spring Break trip, THAT will be the time to buy my much anticipated beer sandals.’

Well, I completely forgot about that for a whole year. Until today. I was browsing through the dump we call WalMart and I by-chance ran aground right at the beer sandals aisle. And of course the first pair I saw was my good ole classic pick of Miller Lite. So I was like, ‘Oh man if they have my new fav (which you readers better know is Corona) I’m gonna be IN LUCK.’ And they totally had them in stock. And I totally bought them. It was finally time to buy what I’d been waiting for for three years. Now I get to wear my Corona Sandals with pride in Daytona at the Bro Shack. Can’t wait.

So here’s an interesting thought: saying or thinking something, followed by actually believing, causes you to perceive it to be true. For example, in my blog I make a lot of statements that could either be opinion or alternately perceived. Such as, the rest of this semester will be a cake walk. Yeah a cake walk for me could be differently than a cake walk for you, but if I can make myself believe it’ll be easy, it will likely be easier than if I had dreaded the second half of the semester for weeks.

With that thought in mind, I’m gonna go ahead and state that the rest of this semester will be a cake walk. My classes are manageable, it’s not gonna be cold as fuck for a while, the keys to a Kawasaki are being dangled in front of me, AND we’re already half way through. And once this semester’s done, it’s done and I never have to do it again. I feel like I can just pace myself through this semester because it’ll be that easy and fly by even faster. So yeah, true story.

So it’s about that time in the semester again for everyone’s stats classes to do that assignment where they have to make a survey and get a bunch of people to take it. Last term, despite not begin in a stats class, I did this assignment and got 75 of those dipshits to take my completely loaded survey. And I’m doing it again!

This term however, I’m calling it Operation: Make Potheads Feel Bad. What I the survey will consist of is a question asking how much the user smokes weed. Followed by that it will ask the users accurate GPA. Then thirdly it will ask the user to answer in a sentence or two whether or not they think smoking weed is detrimental to grades.

Of course no one is going to be honest on this survey and every pothead who ends up taking it is gonna lie and make me believe they have a 4.0 GPA while high all day. But that’s not the purpose. I already know that potheads have relatively low GPA’s. The point is to get up to 70 or 80 people, probably a third of which will be potheads, to have to lie about their GPA to make them feel good about themselves. Then I get to sit back and read the results and crack the fuck up at how they don’t have full ride scholarships or hot girlfriends or pilot’s licenses or motorcycles or ANYTHING but weed (exceptions made for musicions). MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Well that’s about all I have for this post. I just wanted to bring in the Spring season with some writing. I hope if anyone’s reading this in the Spring’s to come (2013, 2014 etc.) they enjoy themselves this week as they prepare for Spring Break. Until next time….

X-Games Calculus

Friday! Blog time! How is everyone? Good? Good.

Well, I need to tell you about my experiences with a videogame called MX vs ATV. It all started when my bro Alex and I went to ArenaCross like a month ago and got in the motorbiking spirit. So, I had to order the game MX vs ATV Relfex. That started a week of pure pleasure followed by weeks of torment.

Reflex was the best videogame I have ever played. Yeah. It was that good. I could freestyle, race, do whatever the fuck I wanted. Better yet, I could do it with my bros! It was nothing short of brilliant! Pure fun in the clutch in the saddle of that bike.

Then, when I was drunk, I goofed up big and scratched the disc. Yeah, Reflex was dead, unplayable, gone. In my inebriated state I believe I literally shed a tear. So almost immediately I was back on Amazon.com to buy a new copy of the game. But then I realized, Reflex was old news! Reflex was the 2009 MX vs ATV version, there's an even newer and presumably better version released in 2011 called MX vs ATV Alive. So I decided to get that, surely the more to-date game would be better and more wicked right?

Well it came in the mail the other day, and it is the worst videogame I have ever played. It's that bad. Freestyle? NONE. There is NO freestyle. Like wtf? Just two modes: free ride, and race. That's it. And they're both really really shitty. It seemed like the game developers took Reflex, and went through the source code doing modifications to purposely make the game much much worse. It turns out the dev team or whatever were going out of business while this game was being created, so they completely half-assed it. Then they went out of business. Good.

So within 6 hours of receiving my copy of Alive, I was back on Amazon AGAIN to repurchase Reflex. It'll get here in four days. Yeah, longest four days EVER. I just wanna freestyle.

The more I expose myself to this kinda shit, the more I realize I'm an X-Games kinda guy. I love it, I indulge in it, embrace it; I honestly wish I could participate in it. Unfortunately, I'm too much of a pussy for pain and would rather fly than take huge risks so I can only go nuts in extreme sports on the Xbox and in my dreams.

That's partly the reason I'm stoked for getting this motorcycle. PAUSE.

HOLY SHIT. JUST CHECKED MY DODMERB. IF YOU DONT' KNOW WHAT THAT IS, TEXT ME. ANYWAY, IT WENT THROUGH! I'M GETTING MONEY!!!!!! HAHAH THIS IS EXCELLENT NEWS.

Anyway that's partly the reason I'm stoked for getting this motorcycle. It's my little slice of extreme pleasure--going fast and doing it big. I get thrilled with mastering something dangerous. Flying is a decent example, but it really isn't that dangerous. Skiing is a good example. I go fucking HARD on the slopes. And that's kinda how I'm gonna try to do it up with this motorcycle: keep it safe and calm until I begin to master it, then safely be able to show the fuck off.

But I can still never do it as big as I can on MX Reflex. When I'm tearing up the track on that freestyle, it's just natural to me. It's like I can't go wrong. I feel like Travis Pastrana doing some crazy shit. Which is why it really PMTFO that Alive doesn't have any freestyle. Even if it's just a videogame, think about how sick it is.

You're up in Staples Center. Thousands of screaming fans are wanting to see you go big. Bitches on your left and right are just creaming at the sound of you bike as you crank that Cordova Backflip. And you're just like pow pow pow from jump to jump not giving a fuck. And I mean you try not to wipe out, but it happens to the best of us so as long as you don't get hurt or anything and you're able to get back up and keep stuntin' it's not the end of the world.

Then you got all your bros waiting their turn at a run. And you know they're always trying to out-trick you, because after all it is a competition. But even if you don't win, as long as you get a score you're happy with and you went as big as you possibly could it's all good. Because there's at least one person in that crowd of people who is completely stoked to see you trick as hard as you did. Unless you fucking suck like Jess or Karen. Freestyling hard like that is kinda NOT for pussies. Real nigga's only. Why do you think we do it so much in #808?

I wish the rest of the shit I did in life was like the X-Games. For example I wish calculus exams were like X-Games competitions. I wish my exams were in a massive arena with bitches and thousands of fans who watch me do that calculus like it's no big deal. Of course I've put in a lot of time practicing that calculus so I can show up for the fans at the big exam. And then I get the best scores and try my best not to hurt myself with a papercut or something. I wish there were young, hip announcers for my calculus exams that are commentating my performance entirely in slang...

"Decker, who's actually in section 5 which may be low for his division, said before the exam that he's going to come out strong and hit his best problems early on to get the crowd going. Then after he's accumulated a few big points he can idle it back and play it safe to bring in the A. Let's see how he does. Oh he's going real big on that implicit differentiation! You can tell he's been working on that in the shop just all week--he's not nervous at all. The control he has with the variables is superb, something we're starting to see more of in the calculus events of X-Games."

Then I finish my exam and turn it in and the crowd is going complete hammer. Oh! And they're playing the song Levels while I'm doing this whole thing! It's like my run-song. So yeah the crowd's going apricots as everyone nervously waits for my score. And the announcers take back over...

"A very solid score for Decker Loyd out of Miami Florida! Sitting at a 71 puts him in the top 3 for this event! I'm sure he's happy with that score, and of course that will be curved to... uh, what's that John? a 101%!? Decker Loyd really went big here at X-Games Calculus today, he'll likely take home the Dean's List title in April!"

Yeah and then after the exam I'm like outside Rupp Arena signing autographs and shit and getting pictures with all the fans who absolutely love me. Then ESPN interviews me and they're asking everything like "So Decker you knew this exam was gonna be a pressure cooker, you knew you had some stiff competition that might set a low curve, what were you thinking as you went in on that first problem when you were handed the test?"

And I'd be all like, "Well Cindy I knew what I had gotten myself into, I didn't think too much about the stakes or the risks I just went for it and luckily I was able to get the score I wanted."

And Cindy's like, "Thanks Decker, congratulations. Now back to Aaron in the studio."

Wouldn't that make college so much more fun? Like seriously I would be famous as hell if that's how it worked. I'd also have a lot of money, BUT OH WAIT! I ALREADY HAVE A LOT OF MONEY AHAHAHAHHAHA. Suck it. But yeah I think I'm gonna start using my imagination when I take boring calculus exams in attempt to make them entertaining like the situation I described above.

Well, I need to go drink and free-ride (note: NOT FREESTYLE) and chill with Tom and Slocum and Alex. Sorry for this post being so ridiculous. Until next time...

No Light Yet

What's up world. I'm blogging again. Welcome.

I think I go through a mild depression right in the middle of the semester. I remember I got it last term, now I'm getting it again. It's right before midterms. I think I know why I get these midterm blues.

It's because I've been working hard for a long time but I still can't see the light at the end of the tunnel. Despite keeping my shit together for a month and a half now, I'm still not even halfway through. And the thought of that is depressing. This semester it doesn't seem to be as bad as last semester. This semester I have an awesome Spring Break thrown right in the middle of everything. Whereas last semester I had to wait a long ass time to get to Thanksgiving. It's like an extra month of going without a break!

Plus, and I've probably mentioned this before, the conditions are getting better. They're getting much better, and rapidly. Last semester at this stage of being a month and a half in, as this depression hit, it was the middle of October, and I knew that in just a few weeks it would get cold and nasty and bitter. This semester, it's the middle of February, and I know that in just a few weeks it will get warm and beautiful outside. Last semester at about this time girls were putting on more clothes, now they're taking it off! Things like that, and the rebirth of run-around-campus-shirtless-Friday should be making me really happy, and pulling my ass through the rest of this tough semester.

Be right back I have to pee so fucking bad. Sorry about that. I decided I've been abusing caffeine a little too much lately, and getting rather dependent on it. So I decided to chop it cold turkey. Haven't had caffeine since Sunday. I've had a headache since Monday. So I'm combating the headaches with shitloads and shitloads of water. Hence, the reason I have to pee.

Back to my thesis, I think another reason I've hit the midterm blues, is because I've seem to forgotten how to use "vacation" as a way to cope. Vacation music, vacation images, vacation anything makes everything so brighter and more tolerable. I think the dead months--January and February being two full months of disgusting bitch-ass grim weather--have distracted me. Fortunately, there are only two weeks and two days until Spring Break, when winter is over and the actual vacation begins.

Another way I'm trying to cope with this midterm no-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel bullshit is by trying to live like it's finals week. In fact, that's the reason I'm blogging right now. Finals week is still the best week I've had at this university. Even though it was cold as shit outside, and it got dark at like 4:30pm, and I had finals, the feeling of being at the very end of the semester was amazing. The random blogging in the middle of the day, the working out, and the the very important test to wrap up the evening, was all somehow relaxing to me.

That's how I'm trying to live right now. Even though it's not finals week, and it's not the last few days of the semester, it's the perspective that matters. During finals week, even though I had a lot to do, it didn't affect me at all. It's how I looked at my shit and thought, just do this, and you're done. Boom. Go play Skyrim. Maybe if I treated my classes and homework like that it would be fun like it was during finals week. We'll find out.

Well, off to pee again. Yeah I'm drinking a shit load of water. Maybe it'll help me put on weight.

So I was talking to my good friend Alex Krauss. Yep, good ole' Alex. After a little chit chat I invited him to Louisville over the summer and he invited me back to LA. For the 3rd summer in a row. So that's great and all, can't wait, but unfortunately with this Decker's Bitchin' Motorcycle Fund hogging up all my money, I may not completely be able to afford another trip to SoCal. If, by chance, I am able to afford a trip, that will be fantastic. But if not, I really wouldn't be too disappointed.

Over the past two summers, I've already had plenty of fun with Los Angeles. So much fun, I am actually completely satisfied with it. The memories I've accumulated in my travels to Los Angeles are particularly high quality, and will follow me for the rest of my life. For example, every night Chloe and Alex and I would go downstairs and play the board game "Pokemon Master". With Alex and Chloe's easily lit temper with each other, we usually could never finish the game we'd started. But it wasn't about the game. It was about enjoying a Wednesday evening in Oak Park, CA.

Los Angeles was fun. Not only Los Angeles, but traveling in general. One of my favorite feelings in the world is that extreme over-tired sensation after a restless long flight. Complete comfort is something you have to sacrifice for traveling. If I end up going to Switzerland with Karen next winter, we will both know exactly what I'm talking about in this paragraph. One of my favorite stories of long, overnight flights is the story of BigPP. Oh? I haven't told you the story of BigPP? Well pull up a chair and put on some chill music.

Why the fuck is the PA system in my dorm beeping? That better not be a fucking fire alarm. I'm bout to be pissed if it is. Brb Goddamnit. Stupid fire drill. Anyway.

So I was sitting up in Terminal 6 waiting for my Delta 767 to load up and depart. Alex had given me two cocktail vouchers good for 1 free drink. The idea was to use it to get alcohol without being carded. So I was just chilling wondering if I'd get carded. Then I boarded the plane and I happened to be sitting next a 21 year old blonde girl. No way right!? So after a little convincing, guess who decided to help me out? The blonde girl! So I enjoyed some Merlot at 37,000ft with some chick. I fell asleep soon after and woke up with about an hour and a half until we were to arrive in MSP.

I decided to play some trivia on the entertainment thingy on the seat in front of me. (You know, the touch screen, you can watch movies and shit?). So I decided to play some trivia with like four other people in the cabin who happened to be awake, and my name? BIGPP. Yes. Nothing else dirty would go through. Anyway to make a long story short, BIGPP freaking won the trivia game and on everyone's entertainment panel the words "Congratulations to BIGPP!" Yeah, I'm that awesome. Sipping Merlot with blondie on my way back from a personal trip to LA while BIGPP takes gold in Delta Sky-Trivia. Fuck yeah!

Soon after I felt that over-tired flight feeling and quietly enjoyed my connection back home to Louisville. God I love traveling. My next flight is expected to be New York City--the only big city I have yet to explore! Can't wait for that. Basically I have the rest of this semester to work hard and bring in that dough, then I can enjoy my whole summer. Hopefully with a motorcycle between my legs, a plane ticket to New York and LA, and a nice tan to compliment my six-pack, my summer will be as great as I'm starting to anticipate it to be.

Well now I have to get back to work, do some calculus and then go off to my Computer Programming exam. Stay classy until next time, I'm hoping to blog more as we approach Spring, and better yet Summer. Happy February.

Something's gettin work done in #808...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm done with calculus. Yessss. It's such a sweet feeling to finish your calculus homework mainly because that's the only challenging homework I ever have, so finishing it on a Friday is the culmination of my week's efforts.

Speaking of calculus did you hear I got like a 100% on my first calculus exam? Yeah put that shit on my A-Wall.

Being on scholarship is one of the greatest feelings I've yet felt. Watching everyone fail in college WHILE they pay for it is fucking hilarious. I love it.

I want to talk about my CIS instructor, named Dr. Chas Hartman. But I don't call him that, I call him professor bro. Because that's exactly what he is. He's gotten his Ph. D in journalism so you know he's kind of a big deal but his first name is Chas and he's cool as fuck. Like the way he gives instructions and shit is so chill, he's just like "let's get all our work done so we can go chill and freestyle with our boys." Like even though he never says that, I'm sure he's thinking it because that's the kind of guy he is. It's such a chill class to be in. My last core English class was high stress. I was by far the best in that bitch but nonetheless I really had to earn my A. This class is quite the opposite, I can chill and cruise control through the class and still meet Professor Bro's expectations. I imagine that if Professor Bro were a college student, sent back in time to my peer group he and I would be good acquaintances. We'd do all the shit me and my current bros do.

Having bros is so essential to college life. I'm not talking friends, everyone has friends. Bros are different, it's less stressful and more douchebag oriented. It's so important for me to relieve all my stress by freestyling with my boys or playing some mx on a Tuesday night.

Bros are like dogs in a couple ways. The first reason is basic and easy to derive. They're your best friend, always at your side and always got your back. When you walk through the door after a stressful day, you see your bro chillin on your bed waiting for you-- smiling ear to ear to finally see you. Then you're just like "hey alex..." and he jumps up and down "OH CAN WE GET DRUNK TONIGHT CAN WE GET DRUNK TONIGHT!?!?!? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE..." And you're like "fine," and you call up your other bro "dude Alex wants to get drunk tonight, will you go with me?" and Alex is still doing backflips and shit like "YESSSSSSSS!!!!" Just like a dog, always excited to see you, always excited to run around and fuck bitches with you.

The second reason is that the activities you do with your bros, just like the activities you do with your dog, are repetitive and seldom change. Mondays, Fridays, all the time in between, you know what you'll be doing with your boys before the parties, after the parties, and during the parties: freestyling. Freestyling is the glue that bonds bros like the way fetch bonds man to dog. If there's music playing, and you're just a littttttle bit fucked up, it's time to spit. In addition to freestyling, there's the pastime that has been bonding bros since like 1996: videogames. Yes a good videogame will entertain a set of bros until they get carpal tunnel. And then they'll start freestyling.

The third reason bros are like dogs, is that they are very territorial. If you're at a party, and you find a group of different bros then there are two things that may happen. You may all become one group of bros and chill and freestyle together, or you may all square off and start clowning each other which will lead to a bro-down, aka dogfight. At that point it's just a bunch of douchebags yelling "I'm just tryna party, tryna play some pong and fuck some bitches. But this PUSSY OVER HERE..!" and so on and so forth. In the end it will result in walking back to the dorm to freestyle and play madden or mx or Skyrim.

College would be much different without bros. I feel sorry for anyone who has to drag along without. It's just so much different than high school. High school priorities were being noticed and fitting in. College priorities are getting ya boy checked in to KT to hit this freestyle track. High School is about being the number 1 in the student section. College is about getting money and becoming successful (check). High school is about being invited to the party. College is about finding the best party.

I like college better. No douche but.. I'm really really fucking good at it. I mean, why else would the military wanna pay me just to keep doing the same shit I did last semester? When I'm in a lecture hall with 150 other guys, I look around and see maybe 3 people that can match me. I know I'm getting cocky but I've gotta be in like the top 10% of this university, and probably the top 1% of America. Get at me.

I was fucking around all high school. And I still was able to get a 3.6 GPA, a pilot's license, $3,000 scholarship money, and a really cute girlfriend. Six months into college and I've been able to get Wings, Dean's List, and an $80,000 scholarship. I'm clearly not fucking around anymore.

My Spring break vacation cost what I make in less than two weeks. My net worth, provided by the Air Force, is expected to reach the millions by the time I reach age 24. I'm 18 years old and I'm rewarded with THOUSANDS of dollars per year just because the United States Military likes me. I can afford to take a trip to Los Angeles ONCE A MONTH. Better than that, I can afford toys like motorcycles and drive them around campus. Better than that, when frat douches look at me like "Cool, did your dad buy you that?" And I laugh my fucking ass off from under my helmet because truth is, no he didn't! But I entertain me, who pays your dues?

Damn my subwoofer is getting work done right now in #808. But I'm about done with this post. Talk to you next time. Until then...

Decker's Bitchin Motorcycle Fund

Well, my life completely changed again. It's barely starting to sink in. On Friday, in case you haven't heard, I was told that I received a full-ride scholarship. And pretty much until just now, I haven't fully made the connection that I actually got what I wanted.

Not to go all mushy on you, but the second I started composing this post I began to get a little emotional.

I really hate that one of the seven deadly sins is Pride. Pride is one of the most amazing feelings in the world, and certainly one of the best motivators. I don't know why it's considered a "deadly sin" to look back at how amazing of an individual you've become and be confident and content.

I'd have to say I have good reason to feel the pride that's been swelling inside me. I'm not being cocky when I say this, I'm simply stating a fact. Since August 19th, 2011; every single goal I've come up with, I've achieved. Not just achieved, I've conquered them. I've taken them apart and analyzed how I could win, then I went and did it. Dean's list, I wanted it, I got it. 3.8 GPA bitch. Wings, I wasn't even expecting it but hell I qualified. Then my scholarship. I literally haven't done anything wrong since I've gotten to college. Simply put, if I want something, I'm not fucking around.

I'm learning a lot about myself in college. Such as, for example, I'm smart as shit. Didn't know that before. But more importantly I discovered how my mind operates to get something I want. I seem to go one at a time through each goal until I'm at the top. Last semester, all I gave a rat's ass about was getting that GPA. But then the minute I got it, my focused turned to getting a scholarship. The same day I got that, my focused turned to the next step, which is getting to field training. Now I will likely spend a year and a half giving every ounce of power in my body to achieve that. Once I get that, it's safe to say my focus will immediately become the final stop: pilot slot.

I think it's cute how when I was in 8th grade I thought I wanted to be a pilot. I love thinking about the irony in it. If my 8th grade little-shit-self could see this Superman I've become, I wonder what he would think. I wonder if he would be surprised. I don't know.

Scholarships come in two pieces. The first piece is what I've been talking about, the feeling of incredible accomplishment, knowing you are at the very top percentile of everyone you're around. The second piece is a little less serious and more fun, the money! This is the part you get to play around with, spend it up, make it rain, throw down in strip clubs, whatever you want!

Firstly, I'm now opening up an account with my bank titled "Decker's Bitchin Motorcycle Fund". In fact, I'm doing that now. Ok nevermind, the website is down. Anyway, that fund will accumulate and soon enough this hot shot's getting a motorcycle. That's gonna happen. There's a picture of it.

Secondly, more money coming in means more money to invest and save. Which, other than Decker's Bitchin Motorcycle Fund, most of my money will go. That's the smart way to go.


But I think the most fun part about having all this cash-flow won't be spending it to buy a ton of shit, but simply the fun in having money. One of these days, I'm going to take a much of money out and make it rain dollar signs in my dorm room. Then I'm gonna dive in and swim around in it. Then I'm gonna pick all the money up and put it back in the bank. And it's gonna be AWESOME.

I need to go back and read whatever I previously blogged about pertaining to the scholarship I just got. I'm running out of shit to write about anyway. Until next time...

Happy Saturday!

What's up. This will probably be a short blog post. I apologize for that. I've been so busy lately I haven't had much opportunity to blog, seeing that blogging is low on my priorities list.

I bought some whole bean coffee today. Try out some of Starbucks' new stuff. It's actually very good. It's called Blonde or something. It has a creamy taste which is bold and flavorful without being bitter. Certainly a great quality coffee. Unfortunately, it has that strange salty aftertaste that some coffees get, but I'm willing to just go with it.

I got free tickets to the ArenaCross! Yes, that is a 56$ value because ArenaCross is inevitably very overpriced. But luckily with the Air Force I was able to snag a couple for a grand total of ZERO dollars, which makes arena cross that much more fun.

So recently, just about every single day has been really really good. You know that Friday feeling? Where you're just happy? It's like that but the happiness stems from something besides the fact that it's almost the weekend. For example Monday, Tuesday, etc. have all be just straight up happy days. I've been spending a lot of time with my friend Alex, and saying things like "Happy Tuesday!" Not because of the day of the week it is, but because it's yet another day to enjoy. I know it sounds hokey, but it's the way I've been thinking lately , and it's kept my chin up for the most part.

I really live in a paradise. Yeah it's hard work, but it's clear it pays off. As a T-Shirt once read: "College is just a huge party with a $50,000 cover charge." Well for the most part that's how it feels. But what I'm trying to do, is get my cover charge reduced to something substantially less by working a little here and there between the parties.

Well, spring break is coming up very quickly. 5 weeks from now. That's pretty exciting if I do say so myself. Last year I was freaking out about spring break being 5 weeks away. I'm going to Daytona. Yes it's no Miami but if it has booze, girls, and a beach it's an ideal location for Spring Break.

I remember when I first made this blog it was to countdown the days to Spring Break '11. And it worked pretty well. I think it's ironic how now a year has passed and I'm back counting down again. More on that later. For now I gotta get ready for arena cross!!!!!! Until then...