I feel kinda shitty for not blogging as much in the past few months as I usually do. Having this blog for like three years is very nice; it documents absolutely everything. But when I sit back and don't blog for a while, I feel as if every thing that's been on my mind just get's flushed down the toilet and wasted. I think I'm just gonna force myself to blog. Even if it's just a quick ten minute check-up it's better than nothing.
Today's Friday. Friday's are great now that I have an apartment with Karen. Actually every day is great now that I don't have to put up with ResLife anymore. The RA gig was fun while it lasted but good lord Kirwan Tower has just gone to shit. Now I have my virtual cockpit, globes everywhere, my propeller and scotch and girlfriend and it just creates a much happier environment.
There's no more staff nights or power weekends to worry about. No more need to find another RA to sit in the building for you to get fucking lunch. The lack of daily bullshit has really rejuvenated me over the past two months. Leaving that cesspool was a fine choice, I must say.
Yes, nowadays it's just a peaceful bus ride on a Friday afternoon to our humble little domain after class that separates me from drafting a 777 long haul. No more rushing a departure out of Miami in order to get to my desk shift on time. Now life is just relaxed with my buddy all day and night. Still have money, still have a flawless career ahead, still have a motorcycle, just no more dormitory bullshit.
Anyway, right now I'm almost to TOD into San Francisco from LAX in a 7-3. Since purchasing the PMDG T7 I've been doing just flight after flight in it. I did something like 37 flights in a row in nothing but the triple. I took a break about a week ago and tried my hand at the 744 with a ridiculous takeoff weight. It was fun. I really like the 7-4 better than the T7 because of how much heavier it is; plus it flies like it's heavier and the challenge in that is just a blast. Unfortunately however PMDG made their T7 product waaaaaay more impressive than just about any other aircraft in terms of simulation and that makes it really hard to go back to anything else, especially after paying $100.
Earlier today Karen and I did some heavy domestic action with MIA-LAX. When the 777 is that light it flies like a fucking falcon except it's a lot harder to taxi. Once safely nestled in Terminal 4 I realized my flying thirst for the night had not yet been satiated. So I decided to load up the 738 (after not flying it for like eight months and not even being able to recall the panel layout). It's always nice to go back to the domestics every now and again to remember what 75% of commercial aviation is all about. Once I'm finished writing this cute little blog post I'll pretty much be ready to descend on down into Silicon Valley.
In other news, Rio is still waiting for me on the other side of this semester. I also injured my arm at PT last week. I might need surgery for it, probably won't though. So I've just been enjoying my pain medication in the evenings and taking it easy.
Oh and I'm now the valiant commander of Bravo Flight in the Air Force world. I felt pretty honored to receive that position. I have a really really kick-ass flight too. Like, you gotta see them to fully understand how fucking awesome Bravo Flight is. I ended up getting like the top 6 freshman in the program. All the other commanders are jealous. I mean fuck, most of the POC are like how the hell did you get such a stacked flight? And I'm just all, "that's a secret I'll never tell". Actually I'll probably eventually write a story about it on this blog: the story of how C/Captain Loyd drafted fucking Seal Team 6 into Bravo Flight.
I also have to write down a comical narrative of my separation from ResLife. That one will be: the story of how Decker Loyd formed a mutiny and played hardball in Kirwan Tower.
These are all good stories. I'm just not able to perfectly craft them onto paper until enough time has passed. The Norton Commons story, which I wrote four months after the fact, is a perfect example. So I'll try to blog more, and you crazy readers have that to look forward to.
I should probably get back to my flight and land so I can get to bed before like 5am. If I don't get a pilot slot next year then I'm fucked. It's just too much fun. Anyway, until next time. Enjoy your weekend or vacation or whatever's going on when and where you're reading this.
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