What’s up everyone? Today feels like California. Actually I take that back; California is a very big place and thus has a large variety of weather. Today feels like LAX. It’s amazing. It’s like between 60 and 65 so it’s a little cool if you’re wearing shorts and flip flops, the wind is gusting on and off, and there is no cloud in the sky with not a whole lot of humidity. It’s quite familiar to me. I like it. I’m waiting for a massive jetliner to fly 200 feet above me, however I’m not too hopeful because I’m still not actually at LAX. Yeah…
So today I’m sipping on some decaf. I’m outside, beautiful day as I had said earlier. I have PT tomorrow so I really don’t wanna be wired too late tonight. So decaf it is. I’m not a pussy. I just have priorities. So get at me.
I had an exam today. It was in my American Government class. That class is very easy: very little workload, easy-to-ace exams, whatever. However there is a course requirement to write a paper. I haven’t actually read the assignment guidelines or any of that shit but I’ve decided to write my paper about the Florida Keys. I’m pretty sure the assignment is to write something about diversity or something? Yeah like I said no fucking clue, but regardless I’m definitely writing about the Keys. See that’s the beauty of easy classes. You have so much flexibility that you can do pretty much whatever the fuck you want and still pull off an A. The result is I get to research and write about one of the chilliest places on Earth.
Another thing I love: Tuesday nights. Tuesday nights this semester are about the most relaxing, yet entertaining nights of the week. I almost prefer Tuesday nights over Friday or Saturday nights. Let me explain…
Firstly, I have PT Tuesday mornings, which is obviously a pain in my ass. But after it’s all over with, I actually have a very chill day. Because PT is the highest hill I have to climb, the rest of the day is downhill. After only two easy classes, and some programming homework (which is always enjoyable) my Tuesday ‘workday’ is completed. So I have the rest of the day and night to relax. I have nothing else to do but chill with my bros until 11am Wednesday morning.
Tuesday night is spent with Jamal or Tom or whoever I decide to hang out with. We enjoy our games of MX Reflex, watching our Adult Swim cartoons, and of course Wing Night. What’s Wing Night you say? It’s perhaps the highlight of my week. Wing night is every Tuesday when the popular wing joint “Wing Zone” offers a 50c/wing deal. Thus you can get a full and enjoyable meal of 10 wings for just about $6-$7.
So it’s pretty easy to conclude why Tuesday nights are so amazing. No work for a solid 15 hours, a delicious plate of wings while hanging with your best friends. Fuck partying; Tuesday night is when good times are to be had. And one final reagent I bring to the equation is the fact that Tuesday night is what used to be my most dreaded night of the week: PR cycle. Of course I went hard in those days, but I also slipped into a depression because of it. Tuesday night was perhaps the worst, and now the lack of said stressor makes me glad I can just relax indefinitely.
Switching gears here: I was a victim of moderate bullying as a kid. All through 5th-8th grade, I was given shit consistently for being pale. It didn’t really concern me, but I have found one residual effect: now I’m tan and can’t help but to be a dick about it. Family Guy once had an episode where Stewie becomes tan and then transforms into a huge douchebag about being tan, almost completely disregarding anyone without a tan. This is my secret, hidden, scarred personality.
Being tan is one of those things where you can completely talk out of your ass and actually be taken seriously due to your tan. Example: “Yeah I found a little place in Santa Barbara my girlfriend and I are considering renting for the summer. Oh yeah we can easily afford it with our incomes. Oh tuition? Yeah I don’t pay my tuition. You do. Thanks. But yeah Santa Barbara is nice in the summer. Oprah says she loves it there. Yeah it’s kind of a tan-people get-away” Now to someone who has never met you in their life might actually take you seriously for a number of reasons: your delivery and your tan. But mainly your ability at making shit up and sounding serious. I love fucking with people in that fashion because I’m so damn good at it!
Rethinking that paragraph, I don’t think having a tan allows you to bullshit anymore than normal if you’re good at bullshitting. I mean this is the first time I’ve really been tan, and I’ve been bullshitting for years.
The thing about my bullshit however is that a lot of it is true. I don’t really need to bullshit to overly impress people. Scholarship. Pilot’s License/wings, top of my ROTC class; like when people need to bullshit, they make stuff up that already have. Sucks for them I guess.
Oh right, I keep forgetting to mention it on this blog, but I just bought a motorcycle. Yeah, the Kawasaki Ninka I’ve had my eye on for like 2 years. I bought it Saturday. I pick it up this weekend. Words can’t describe how stoked I am for it, literally I can’t. It should make the rest of this semester fly by rather smoothly. I mean it’s already almost April. 5 weeks left, and all I have to do until August is lifeguard (i.e. tan), ride, and chill.
By the way… Fuck decaf coffee. Not impressed. Can’t really say why, it’s just not as good. But next time I post I should have my motorcycle so I can blog about how awesome it is. Until then…
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