The actual reason I'm blogging right now is because I have a cool calculus exam in about an hour. So I'm gonna fuck that exam, make it swallow, then probably relax in my Tuesday evening with a few drinks, chips and queso, and a few Skyrim quests. As I've said before, Tuesday night's are the best of the week. I wonder if I'll still relish my Tuesday nights during the summer when I have nothing to ever do. I'll answer that question later.
It hasn't always been Tuesday night's though. We've seen Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays be my favorite and most relaxing night of the week throughout this year. It really just winds down to whichever night I choose to make a chill night. If I decide the night will be chill, it will be chill. Every time. Of course I can't do that every night because you need shade to make the sunshine look brighter.
OHH THAT'S A GOOD QUOTE. ~DECKER MUTHERFUCKING LOYD. FACEBOOK STATUS AND TWITTER LET'S GO.
So I've been keeping away from Tribute for the past couple months. I decided to give my taste buds a break. So I've been sampling different shit, all is good. But today I decided to try some Tribute again and holy shit did I forget how crazy it was. I became accustomed to it and it stopped tasting so strong and flavorful. But now it's back! And strong and flavorful and I love it!
So one of the reasons I love Tuesdays so much is because it's a little glimpse of a weekend, or even a summer vacation. Despite being dead center in the middle of the work week, and I'm surrounded by shit to get done, for like 12 hours or so I can just eat wings and enjoy myself. I can create the illusion that I have nothing to do and that I will never have to work hard again. Then when I wake up on Wednesday morning, I have to re-grasp reality and get back to doing shit. Then the cycle essentially starts all over. But Tuesday night is no doubt the culmination of it all.
This cycle of work-pretend like I have no more work to do-work etc. goes on for 15 weeks. It's repetitive and monotonous but it eventually ceases in finals week when I no longer have to pretend. Once the term is over, it's over. And there actually is no more work or effort required of me. Like I said last semester, I could just sit, and not do anything. I could ride my bike to Trevilian and then back home and have a beer and after it all is over I still won't have any homework or studying or STRESS.
That is essentially the dream: Nothing to do. Because having nothing to do results in no work, no effort, and no stress. I literally fantasize about having nothing to do. I honestly got jealous when Karen told me about her Florida Spring Break trip because I was thinking, "Florida would be nice right now, but honestly I'd be thrilled to just not have to do anything..."
The weird thing is, once I finally do reach a break and get to the point of not having anything to do, I completely forget how much I dreamt of it. Instead of being grateful for not having to study and do homework and shit I find something else to bitch and complain and blog about. So hopefully I'll read this in...say a month, and be fucking happy that ALL I have to do is stand by a pool, ride my bike, travel and get shitty at the zoo. FUCKING ENJOY THESE THREE SHORT MONTHS.
So Chloe Krauss called me last night to wish me happy birthday. That was nice of her. The Krausses are wondering when I'm gonna come out to SoCal again. So after thinking about it I realized how much I really wanna go back again. It's gonna cost me a fortune again, and now that I bought a motorcycle and flushed half my savings it's harder for me to just fuck around and buy another plane ticket in a week's notice.
Some places I've been to simply have a tight hold on me. Namely Miami and Los Angeles. I think it's quite interesting how the Universe continues to pull me back to those places so I can have fun. I guess it's just who I am. Ever since I was 5 I've known I was a globetrotter and I would never be happy in any one place, so it looks like I've picked a good career to kick ass in. And I still haven't seen even a percentage of the world (although let's be honest LA and Miami are easily top 5).
So it looks like this summer will be another crazy summer of hustle, bustle, travel, and fun: the way it always seems to be with Decker Loyd. Be right back. I have to pee.
I have a really good life I've just realized. I mean for an 18 year old it really doesn't get any better than this. I get paid every two weeks. I go wherever the hell I want because I can afford it if I'm smart about it. I'm smart as fuck and can get whatever I want with a little thought. I have a bangin' girlfriend who treats me better than any of the depressed alcoholic sluts I see all over campus. I paid my way through college and therefore earned the utmost pride, trust, and respect from my parents.And I'm not a douchebag about it! Because if I were, I'd still have all of the above, but no one would like me! Some people spend their whole life trying to figure out how to succeed at life in general. I've pretty much got every aspect of it mastered in 19 years. And it's good to see that I'm still confident. I often get worried about my confidence.
Not really.
But I'm about to go deepthroat this calculus exam and slap it in the face until there's a blue hand print across it's cheek. Yeah. Straight A's muthafucka. Until next time....
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