What's up, I'm tired as all hell today. I need a nap 2nd or 3rd period to set me straight.
Basketball team is going to state. So next Wednesday through Friday is the "break before spring break". No learn week is included with that.
The weather is and will continue to be shit. Hopefully it will only last another week and we can have a pleasant latter-half of March. Rainy and ugly today, rainy and ugly yesterday. Stay tuned...
I need to get flying again. It's been a while, perhaps too long. I'm ready to flight plan some real flights, and get in a real cockpit, and navigate a real plane. That'll start back in either April or May.
So this summer I will either be going to New York City, Los Angeles, or Miami. Hopefully a combination between those can be implemented.
In other news, I hate Wednesdays to holy hell. Worst day of the week. With a mix of uniform day, work, and some other bullshit mixed in, it's not at all pleasant. Luckily next week I have a two day, Monday-Tuesday, workweek.
Gas prices are up. Don't know how I'm gonna start paying for that when the time comes, but I'll figure a way. I'm getting tired of oil. I'm ready for a new type of energy that won't be price gauged.
Well I'm gonna catch some z's in an empty desk. Until next time....
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
24 days
Heyyo!!! What's up, how's Tuesday morning for everyone? Today Hobbs' has put me "on call" for assignments. Which doesn't really have any applicable meaning to me, my aide behavior does not change at all when I'm on call vs. off call. I do know that similar to most professions (lifeguards, nurses, pilots), I'm not allowed to drink while on call. So I'm forced to go sober this period. Rats...
Random memory. I was on the cruise over Christmas break, 8th grade, 2006. Brother Eric and cousin Travis had a system where they would turn they're head to check out a hot girl that passed by while they shouted "heyyo!" as a means of alarm. This system failed when one girl heard them shout "heyyo" but misheard and snapped at them "Did you just say 'eww'!?". Shame.
Java is messing up today and won't let me save the blog post. That means if this somehow gets erased it'll be gone forever, seeing as it won't save. I should probably back it up to a word document to be safe. Ok this computer is being a complete bitch.
I have no internet. Which is for strangely ruining my mood. Bullshit. I’m so bored now. I just want the internet to work. That is all… Not too much to ask for. Let me try to save this, then reboot, then I don’t know. Because Word is correcting every little goddamn thing like it’s the literature God which is pissing me off. I’m sorry I occasionally write using sentence fragments, like the second sentence in this paragraph. Sue me.
Random memory. I was on the cruise over Christmas break, 8th grade, 2006. Brother Eric and cousin Travis had a system where they would turn they're head to check out a hot girl that passed by while they shouted "heyyo!" as a means of alarm. This system failed when one girl heard them shout "heyyo" but misheard and snapped at them "Did you just say 'eww'!?". Shame.
Java is messing up today and won't let me save the blog post. That means if this somehow gets erased it'll be gone forever, seeing as it won't save. I should probably back it up to a word document to be safe. Ok this computer is being a complete bitch.
I have no internet. Which is for strangely ruining my mood. Bullshit. I’m so bored now. I just want the internet to work. That is all… Not too much to ask for. Let me try to save this, then reboot, then I don’t know. Because Word is correcting every little goddamn thing like it’s the literature God which is pissing me off. I’m sorry I occasionally write using sentence fragments, like the second sentence in this paragraph. Sue me.
Monday, March 7, 2011
25 days
You know what pisses me off? Before school, when I'm vedging out in my car, I enjoy myself blasting music that's audible across the parking lot. Then Admiral Dipshit comes up and tries to kick me out of my own car. Today he came up to my window stating "he has to tell me every day and he's not going to tell me again". And my response to him was about to be "well fuck you because to my knowlege there is no rule that bans sitting in your car until school starts" but he walked away before I could respond. So I turned the volume back up and proceeded to jar the shit out of my trunk.
I installed surround sound in my room. Yes, surround sound. 2 subwoofers, 4 speakers, 1 volume control. 'tis high quality sound. I'm very proud of myself. I decided to cease work on the workout room sound system for two reasons: to be able to put all efforts to bedroom sound system; and I'll soon start going to the gym to workout, making the workout room and it's potential sound system obsolete.
The 'lifestyle change' is going well, thanks for asking. I'm beginning to get used to the routine and better yet I'm seeing small results. I'm starting to notice guns, not big guns, like 20mm pistols. Which is fine for now. I went with my dad to GNC to purchase some bulk up shit and discovered that GNC is in fact the Douche Capital of Mall St. Matthews. As I was checking out, some little 7th grade fucker came up to me "Bro are you on creatine?"..."Uh, I am now"..."Dude it's good"..."Great, you on steroids?". Douchebag.
It's typical first-two-weeks-of-March weather. 40-50's, rainy, grey, starting to look green. The super overly nice days will come in like 5-7 days I'm predicting. A quick look at the iPhone weather app somewhat confirms this. Oh well. Here's the way I look at it. I don't care if every single day in March is crap. I just want April 1st to be a gorgeous-ass day. I want to go to school that day, sunglasses equipped, and have a good no learn day where the windows are wide open and the wind gently blows at the blinds. I'll have my favorite caffeinated bevarage which will taste and feel like drinking a frothy cloud, as I look out the window next to Katel smiling at the morning outside. I'll go to the party bathroom like four times that day where I will text sir Krauss about the beautiful mood and atmosphere. 7th period will roll around seemingly too soon and I will rot in that desk of mine counting each and every one of those 50 minutes until 2:20.
Then the bell will ring and I'll slowly walk to my car enjoying "Kokomo" being played over the PA, gracefully giving highfives to everyone worthy along the way. I'll step outside into the warm Spring air, smile, take a deep breath, and twirl my lanyard around like a fucking helicopter. The 172 day wait is over, and it's time for the most relaxing drive home ever. I'll pump some positive energy, hearty-beated music with sufficient bass, with the windows down for all to enjoy. People walking past my car will smile at the happy music, also reminded of the magnificent week ahead. Sunglasses on active, watch shining and reflecting the gold sun, class ring giving a hint of royal blue on my right hand, and my boat shoes ready to step onto a real boat, my spring break swag will be set to ARM. Hell, I might even enjoy a smoke for the drive.
Then I will arrive home. Step out of the car, step into the house. I'll hold my hands up in joy before turning on the surround sound in my room and blasting yet more happy music. The week of utmost partying has begun, and it's time to get fucking crazy.
Speaking of which. I had an interesting conversation with Chloe, Alex Krauss' sister, of whom I've hooked up with at some point in my Los Angeles adventures. We discussed partying a little and she asked if I've been partying hard as per usual, I said no because it's winter but the partying off-season ends Spring Break. She expressed that she was jubilent that we'd start the party season together and celebrate our birthdays. I responded "Hell yes. I'm gonna party so hard you'll be like 'Decker I can't party anymore...' and I'll be like 'fuck that I'm still partying!'"
I mean, it's the biggest, craziest, most awesome week for partying in the year. If I throw up on the nightly, so be it, party harder. If I am hungover every single day from the hours of sunrise to happy hour, so be it, party harder. If I wake up in a different stateroom every morning, not knowing what the fuck happened as to how I fell asleep there, so be it, party harder. It's almost gonna be challenging to go that crazy for a week straight. But I'm up to it. I want to remember the fiestaness for the rest of my life.
Hell yeah. I'm gonna go look up the term "ARM" now. Adios.
I installed surround sound in my room. Yes, surround sound. 2 subwoofers, 4 speakers, 1 volume control. 'tis high quality sound. I'm very proud of myself. I decided to cease work on the workout room sound system for two reasons: to be able to put all efforts to bedroom sound system; and I'll soon start going to the gym to workout, making the workout room and it's potential sound system obsolete.
The 'lifestyle change' is going well, thanks for asking. I'm beginning to get used to the routine and better yet I'm seeing small results. I'm starting to notice guns, not big guns, like 20mm pistols. Which is fine for now. I went with my dad to GNC to purchase some bulk up shit and discovered that GNC is in fact the Douche Capital of Mall St. Matthews. As I was checking out, some little 7th grade fucker came up to me "Bro are you on creatine?"..."Uh, I am now"..."Dude it's good"..."Great, you on steroids?". Douchebag.
It's typical first-two-weeks-of-March weather. 40-50's, rainy, grey, starting to look green. The super overly nice days will come in like 5-7 days I'm predicting. A quick look at the iPhone weather app somewhat confirms this. Oh well. Here's the way I look at it. I don't care if every single day in March is crap. I just want April 1st to be a gorgeous-ass day. I want to go to school that day, sunglasses equipped, and have a good no learn day where the windows are wide open and the wind gently blows at the blinds. I'll have my favorite caffeinated bevarage which will taste and feel like drinking a frothy cloud, as I look out the window next to Katel smiling at the morning outside. I'll go to the party bathroom like four times that day where I will text sir Krauss about the beautiful mood and atmosphere. 7th period will roll around seemingly too soon and I will rot in that desk of mine counting each and every one of those 50 minutes until 2:20.
Then the bell will ring and I'll slowly walk to my car enjoying "Kokomo" being played over the PA, gracefully giving highfives to everyone worthy along the way. I'll step outside into the warm Spring air, smile, take a deep breath, and twirl my lanyard around like a fucking helicopter. The 172 day wait is over, and it's time for the most relaxing drive home ever. I'll pump some positive energy, hearty-beated music with sufficient bass, with the windows down for all to enjoy. People walking past my car will smile at the happy music, also reminded of the magnificent week ahead. Sunglasses on active, watch shining and reflecting the gold sun, class ring giving a hint of royal blue on my right hand, and my boat shoes ready to step onto a real boat, my spring break swag will be set to ARM. Hell, I might even enjoy a smoke for the drive.
Then I will arrive home. Step out of the car, step into the house. I'll hold my hands up in joy before turning on the surround sound in my room and blasting yet more happy music. The week of utmost partying has begun, and it's time to get fucking crazy.
Speaking of which. I had an interesting conversation with Chloe, Alex Krauss' sister, of whom I've hooked up with at some point in my Los Angeles adventures. We discussed partying a little and she asked if I've been partying hard as per usual, I said no because it's winter but the partying off-season ends Spring Break. She expressed that she was jubilent that we'd start the party season together and celebrate our birthdays. I responded "Hell yes. I'm gonna party so hard you'll be like 'Decker I can't party anymore...' and I'll be like 'fuck that I'm still partying!'"
I mean, it's the biggest, craziest, most awesome week for partying in the year. If I throw up on the nightly, so be it, party harder. If I am hungover every single day from the hours of sunrise to happy hour, so be it, party harder. If I wake up in a different stateroom every morning, not knowing what the fuck happened as to how I fell asleep there, so be it, party harder. It's almost gonna be challenging to go that crazy for a week straight. But I'm up to it. I want to remember the fiestaness for the rest of my life.
Hell yeah. I'm gonna go look up the term "ARM" now. Adios.
Friday, March 4, 2011
28 days
ITS FRIDAY!!! Happy almost weekend to you.
Ran an errand for hobbs. Got a free donut. That's what I'm talking about. It was very nice of the front office to give me one. Much thanks.
This day started out quite nice. Good cool breeze, very comfortable. Now if you look out west it appears some fiercer weather is headed our way.
Oh shit. Turmoil in Hobbs' class. Eh it was stupid. About vocab questions. Hobbs' asserted himself and won the arguement.
So I'm sipping Sumatra. Yeah. Sumatra. It's a man's coffee. It's a blend from Southeast Asia. Let me get the wikipedia on it. It comes from the actual island of Sumatra, de Indonesia. It's a rainforest coffee, very bold with an odd twist. The twist isn't as strong as that Chinese Double Dragon shit, that's almost not even coffee. While at Starbucks Casey and the other lady (I gotta get her name next time...) told me if I can handle Sumatra I should try some "Tribute Blend", it's some fucked up shit. I tried a sample, and oh my God. It's gotta be the strongest coffee I've ever tasted. It's like rediculous. I sipped it once, and had to cough and make a face. Then I was like "DAYUMN" and took another sip so I could properly taste it. It was like, crazy. I tasted Sumatra directly after to compare and it was complteely bland in comparison. Sumatra is to wine cooler as Tribute is to moonshine. Yeah. It's insane. I need to get it next week.
I burned the bottom of my lip sipping coffee. Now it hurts to drink anything.
I hooked up the workout room sound system yesterday. It sounds average. It's loud and spread out so it sounds nicer than before, but I would like to get some cheap subwoofer and more speakers and get that hooked up.
I think that if I were in Hobbs' class as a student rather than aide I'd fail, because I wouldn't do anything.
Hobbs came up to tell me that he'd prefer me wear the headphones as long as I don't talk. It's a tradeoff. Which is funny. Because I am gonna wear the headphones anyway, and I'm probably still gonna talk. That's just how I do. Fuck the system.
I built my "Flying" playlist last night. A group of songs (playlist) that are just tailor crafted for flying, Alex Krauss agrees with me on like almost all (if not all) of the songs. One of those songs being "Don't look now" by whoever sings it. It's just one of those songs to fly to.
I read the essay I wrote at 33,000ft from LAX-CLE. I did a word count for the fuck of it and found that there are several blog posts that have quite a few more words than that entire essay. I'm beginning to realize that making these blog posts will be a treasured possession in the future. If I average like 500 words per post, and have almost 100 posts, I'll have like almost a novel on my hands. That will be interesting to read in the future. I've often thought about writing a book of my senior year, or my Verano Equis. If I go through with that, my blog posts would be an interesting addition. Seeing as these writings will be like my present/past self (my "senior year self") talking to my future self, I theorize that it will create an interesting perspective in the future. I've always been a fan of writing letters to my future self. But I've never done it to this extent. I've also never done it as far out as my SB11 letter, I wrote that in the beginning of October-to myself in the beginning of April. That's a five month spread. My last SB letter was like a 1.4 month spread. And it had quite an effect. I'm looking forward to it.
As I'm beginning to get in the habit of workout out and eating much more and much healthier, I can see myself humbling out. This is either some weird effect concerning the testosterone increase, or it's myself maturing synergizing with the working out. My goal to look very good for spring break is looking like it's on track.
I need to swim a 500 today. As a part of my job requirement (awesome!?). I'm very optimistic about my job I've realized. Between jumping in for little preschool fuckers, being friendly to my lovely regulars, and enjoying a banana during my break, I generally find myself chill, happy, and proud. I hope that contentness lasts for the rest of my life, no matter what I'm doing. Especially if I become a pilot.
I was thinking in the shower about lifestyles. And how at the end of vacations, trips, excursions, visits, etc. you feel that gut wrenching like you're gonna die. I used to think it's the vacation, trip etc. that I was going to miss, but I actually think it's the lifestyle. When your lifestyle changes for the better, you get euphoric for like days practically. When your lifestyle changes for the worst, you get the contrary. Luckily, since I've realized and recognized this, I can make it easier for myself. In theory.
Well it's 8:25 and time for me to check out. Have a good day.
Ran an errand for hobbs. Got a free donut. That's what I'm talking about. It was very nice of the front office to give me one. Much thanks.
This day started out quite nice. Good cool breeze, very comfortable. Now if you look out west it appears some fiercer weather is headed our way.
Oh shit. Turmoil in Hobbs' class. Eh it was stupid. About vocab questions. Hobbs' asserted himself and won the arguement.
So I'm sipping Sumatra. Yeah. Sumatra. It's a man's coffee. It's a blend from Southeast Asia. Let me get the wikipedia on it. It comes from the actual island of Sumatra, de Indonesia. It's a rainforest coffee, very bold with an odd twist. The twist isn't as strong as that Chinese Double Dragon shit, that's almost not even coffee. While at Starbucks Casey and the other lady (I gotta get her name next time...) told me if I can handle Sumatra I should try some "Tribute Blend", it's some fucked up shit. I tried a sample, and oh my God. It's gotta be the strongest coffee I've ever tasted. It's like rediculous. I sipped it once, and had to cough and make a face. Then I was like "DAYUMN" and took another sip so I could properly taste it. It was like, crazy. I tasted Sumatra directly after to compare and it was complteely bland in comparison. Sumatra is to wine cooler as Tribute is to moonshine. Yeah. It's insane. I need to get it next week.
I burned the bottom of my lip sipping coffee. Now it hurts to drink anything.
I hooked up the workout room sound system yesterday. It sounds average. It's loud and spread out so it sounds nicer than before, but I would like to get some cheap subwoofer and more speakers and get that hooked up.
I think that if I were in Hobbs' class as a student rather than aide I'd fail, because I wouldn't do anything.
Hobbs came up to tell me that he'd prefer me wear the headphones as long as I don't talk. It's a tradeoff. Which is funny. Because I am gonna wear the headphones anyway, and I'm probably still gonna talk. That's just how I do. Fuck the system.
I built my "Flying" playlist last night. A group of songs (playlist) that are just tailor crafted for flying, Alex Krauss agrees with me on like almost all (if not all) of the songs. One of those songs being "Don't look now" by whoever sings it. It's just one of those songs to fly to.
I read the essay I wrote at 33,000ft from LAX-CLE. I did a word count for the fuck of it and found that there are several blog posts that have quite a few more words than that entire essay. I'm beginning to realize that making these blog posts will be a treasured possession in the future. If I average like 500 words per post, and have almost 100 posts, I'll have like almost a novel on my hands. That will be interesting to read in the future. I've often thought about writing a book of my senior year, or my Verano Equis. If I go through with that, my blog posts would be an interesting addition. Seeing as these writings will be like my present/past self (my "senior year self") talking to my future self, I theorize that it will create an interesting perspective in the future. I've always been a fan of writing letters to my future self. But I've never done it to this extent. I've also never done it as far out as my SB11 letter, I wrote that in the beginning of October-to myself in the beginning of April. That's a five month spread. My last SB letter was like a 1.4 month spread. And it had quite an effect. I'm looking forward to it.
As I'm beginning to get in the habit of workout out and eating much more and much healthier, I can see myself humbling out. This is either some weird effect concerning the testosterone increase, or it's myself maturing synergizing with the working out. My goal to look very good for spring break is looking like it's on track.
I need to swim a 500 today. As a part of my job requirement (awesome!?). I'm very optimistic about my job I've realized. Between jumping in for little preschool fuckers, being friendly to my lovely regulars, and enjoying a banana during my break, I generally find myself chill, happy, and proud. I hope that contentness lasts for the rest of my life, no matter what I'm doing. Especially if I become a pilot.
I was thinking in the shower about lifestyles. And how at the end of vacations, trips, excursions, visits, etc. you feel that gut wrenching like you're gonna die. I used to think it's the vacation, trip etc. that I was going to miss, but I actually think it's the lifestyle. When your lifestyle changes for the better, you get euphoric for like days practically. When your lifestyle changes for the worst, you get the contrary. Luckily, since I've realized and recognized this, I can make it easier for myself. In theory.
Well it's 8:25 and time for me to check out. Have a good day.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
29 days
What's up gentlemen. And ladies. Whoever the fuck reads this.I'm really not feeling any work today in Hobbs'. If he gives me some, I'm gonna be really bitchy about it. New amendment to the whole "anti-bitch" thing, from 7:40am-8:30am bitching is permitted. Mainly cuz it's so freaking early.
I think lifeguards are some of the fakest people. I may be wrong, but the claim has some substance to it. 3 hours of boredom fueled with high expectations of being "kind". Plus we know how to save lives, yet we also know we'll probably never need to use said knowledge. The icing on the cake is the fact that we have a chill job and we know it, so we act chill no matter what. If someone pisses us off, we will think terrible terrible things of them cuz we're bored. But then we'll put up a facade and be super nice to them because we're suppost to be friendly. And if they directly ask us if we're pissed or something we'll be so chill about it. And we act fake among other lifeguards. Just the ones we don't like. Fuck idk...
Yesterday was not a chill day. Which made me mad. Like 15 something days ago I said that every day between then and spring break would be a "chill day". Well that prediction was correct until yesterday. It was bullshit because I was driving around everywhere like 10 minutes late to everything. And I didn't get a workout! How shitty is that? But you gotta have a work day every now and then, can't be all party days. Until spring or summer break...
Font change-up. Did it throw you off? It threw me off. So Mr. Zorn made a rookie mistake in his lesson plan. He said that today the class would break into groups and "discuss" the chapter. Which is funny because I and the rest of the class know that the discussion will have to do with just about everything except the book. For example, as predicted the group right behind me started talking about Taco Bell and Subway. C'mon Zorno you're better than that.
I need music. I think I'll plug in some music. Nice. I'm going dual headphones. Sorry Hobbs. I'm cranking stereo on some Dynamite. Just like Los Angeles. Uh oh. Random memory...
I remember my redeye flight from Los Angeles to Cleveland at the end of my Los Angeles vacation. It was some sort of 11pm-6am flight. B753. I had my window seat next to some bros who looked a bit older than me. Took off and had a nice Loop4/5/6 (whichever it was) departure. I then proceeded to write, much like a blog, about my adventures. This was per usual on the typical Decker vacation. I had my favorite flying drink (CranApple<3) and ate my crackers like I was a parrot or some shit. I stayed up as late as I could watching the lights of LA fade from view at 33,000 feet. It was quite the party.
I don't think I've ever blogged about random memories before. I've actually been waiting for one to come up while I'm in first period. It's essentially a memory that pops into your head for no apparent reason. Say for example you're thinking about trees. Just trees. And all of the sudden the memory of yourself drinking beer with a bro in first class. Why did that memory just pop up? No one knows, it's random...
So a little while ago I ran and errand for Hobbs, taking the transportation survey down to the attendence office. I forgot the golden aide pass. But then I sort of realized that I walk around first period so often that my aide pass is probably implied. One of the many perks of being a senior.
I think it's time to kill some Calculus after reading some FL390. Later.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
30 days
What's up. Today is gonna suck. Just one of those days.
You see, you got your work days, and you got your party days. Work days, days like today, are days when you're busy, not much time to do anything, school's a bitch etc. Party days are quite the contrary. Those are days where you don't do much in school, not much to do after school, and quite a bit of freedom and fun. Ya can't just stock up on party days because then you'll have no money to party with. The key is a balance, like everything in life.
En noticias otra, I have been successfully working out for almost a week now. It's honestly very enjoyable. Doug and Alex have joined me on the quest for utmost sexiness. Doug and I split the idea of creating a bumpin bumpin sound system for our respectable workout rooms. The operation "workout sound system" soon turned into operation "get as many old computer speakers wired together as possble for the workout room". I currently have three pairs. I need to gather some extension cords and surge protector to wire them all, then I'll need to buy 3 audio jack splitters to combine the aux cables into one. After that I'll see how it sounds and consider spending like $20 on used computer speakers with a subwoofer to wire together. You'll be able to hear my workout room like 3 miles away.
Random idea, what if I took the subwoofer out of my car, wired it to a 120V amp and threw it in the workout room? And had like 6 little computer speakers with a 12" car subwoofer. That would be fucking crazy. I'd be working out blasting tunes like Boom. People walking by the house would be like, "was that an explosion!?" And then they'd realize, "oh nvm it's just Decker working out."
Ok what if I took the subwoofer from my car, put it in my workout room, then took the system from my room and wired that together. So I'd have a 12" car subwoofer, an 8" subwoofer, a 6" subwoofer (the one I'll buy), PLUS I'll have 10 total computer speakers. That would be absolutely insane. You don't even know. Oooh I could buy some tweeters from Robert's and wire those little fuckers all around the room. Oh my God that would be crazy.
So scheduling changed at work. Let me start by saying that my place of work is not really a place of work. It's a place where I sit for 3 and a half hours and get paid good money for it. Now that the new scheduling has been implemented it is actually less work and more chill. I sit in a chair staring at an empty pool for 20 minutes. I get some good thinking done at this time. Then I rotate and sit in a different empty pool for 20 minutes. Do some more thinking, chill. Then I go on break for 20 minutes. And that is how an hour is passed at work. Three more of those and I go home with a little over $30 in hand. No complaints whatsoever.
Advocacy is today. In like ten minutes. It's not really any sort of enriching activity. More like once monthly nap time. I sleep like a baby in there.
You see, you got your work days, and you got your party days. Work days, days like today, are days when you're busy, not much time to do anything, school's a bitch etc. Party days are quite the contrary. Those are days where you don't do much in school, not much to do after school, and quite a bit of freedom and fun. Ya can't just stock up on party days because then you'll have no money to party with. The key is a balance, like everything in life.
En noticias otra, I have been successfully working out for almost a week now. It's honestly very enjoyable. Doug and Alex have joined me on the quest for utmost sexiness. Doug and I split the idea of creating a bumpin bumpin sound system for our respectable workout rooms. The operation "workout sound system" soon turned into operation "get as many old computer speakers wired together as possble for the workout room". I currently have three pairs. I need to gather some extension cords and surge protector to wire them all, then I'll need to buy 3 audio jack splitters to combine the aux cables into one. After that I'll see how it sounds and consider spending like $20 on used computer speakers with a subwoofer to wire together. You'll be able to hear my workout room like 3 miles away.
Random idea, what if I took the subwoofer out of my car, wired it to a 120V amp and threw it in the workout room? And had like 6 little computer speakers with a 12" car subwoofer. That would be fucking crazy. I'd be working out blasting tunes like Boom. People walking by the house would be like, "was that an explosion!?" And then they'd realize, "oh nvm it's just Decker working out."
Ok what if I took the subwoofer from my car, put it in my workout room, then took the system from my room and wired that together. So I'd have a 12" car subwoofer, an 8" subwoofer, a 6" subwoofer (the one I'll buy), PLUS I'll have 10 total computer speakers. That would be absolutely insane. You don't even know. Oooh I could buy some tweeters from Robert's and wire those little fuckers all around the room. Oh my God that would be crazy.
So scheduling changed at work. Let me start by saying that my place of work is not really a place of work. It's a place where I sit for 3 and a half hours and get paid good money for it. Now that the new scheduling has been implemented it is actually less work and more chill. I sit in a chair staring at an empty pool for 20 minutes. I get some good thinking done at this time. Then I rotate and sit in a different empty pool for 20 minutes. Do some more thinking, chill. Then I go on break for 20 minutes. And that is how an hour is passed at work. Three more of those and I go home with a little over $30 in hand. No complaints whatsoever.
Advocacy is today. In like ten minutes. It's not really any sort of enriching activity. More like once monthly nap time. I sleep like a baby in there.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
31 days
IT'S MARCH.
The final month of this countdown. Pressure's on. Days are getting longer, work is getting easier, nice days are nicer, storms are coming. It's March. It's a trebuchet day. At first I thought it was a helvetica day but no I promptly corrected myself to trebuchet.
The atmosphere is warm in Hobbs' class. We got Zorno killing the discussion (he's getting good btw). We got the sun shining, warming the school grounds outside. We got the tunes pumping vacation playlist, I recently discovered that "River of Dreams" can twist anything with a jungle theme if used properly.
Not a lot of interest towards the discussion being emitted from the class today. Heads aren't down but the blank stares say enough. It's probably because they're reading fucking Maya Angelou. This chair's a piece of shit. It's now been worn to the point of squeaking every time a small swivel is made. When I turn around to gauge classroom interest I emit a large evil squeak that causes everyone to turn around and look at me. Poor children. No one should be forced to read such a boring book. I realize part of Zorn's problem. He's only calling on willing participants. He needs to call out some people without a hand up, c'mon dude...
So March is kinda like Summer planning/stressing month. Spring Break is close, but Summer break is growing near, and it's time to start concocting a perfect summer, such as last. As of now it's consisted of plotting with Krauss, earning him a trip to Louisville, where we'll chill for a week or so. And that's it. That's all that's promised this Summer. One little excursion where I don't even go anywhere. Not good enough. So after working with the parents, I've gotten two possibilities; Miami/Key West trip, and a short New York City trip. That's gained my interest quite a bit. Then Alex threw a curveball into the equation.
Alex invited me to a party in Los Angeles. And I really wanna go! I just really like the sound of that. "I got invited to a party in Los Angeles. I'm going." It really shocks everyone, especially upon finding out that I'm seriously attempting to attend. So Alex mentioned that if I did come out to LA for like 5-7 days that I'd be invited on a guys trip to Vegas. So now I'm gonna tell people "I got invited to a party in Los Angeles. I'm going. Then all the guys are going to Vegas, goin to that to." Then I get to enjoy more shocked faces.
Although I'll only be able to go to LA if my parents approve. If my parents fund a trip to both NYC and Miami, this will be difficult, to the point there's no use trying. But if we don't go to Miami, and go to NYC I could probably pull it off.
The thing is, which my parents don't seem to understand, I have $$$ crawling out my ass. And I'm not one to spend money frequently and on shit I don't want. It would take me two weeks of summer work to fund a trip to LA, it would take me another two to fund a trip to New York City. But apparently I'm already "doing enough this summer" to have any fun. No fuck that it's my last summer and it will be epic. More epic than last.
Last Summer I had 3 things going on, plus the SBX cruise which kind of counts. I had Honduras, houseboats, and Los Angeles trip. And I had money to spare at the end of the summer. This summer I would like 3 things going on as well: Miami/NYC, Alex's visit, and LA would be perfect. The summer is calling. And the universe simply won't let me have a shitty summer; it will somehow FORCE me to go to LA and NY and shit, it's just how my life operates.
So Hobbs' told me a funny joke today. He said he's not a fan of the whole headphone/iPod in class idea. I stood my ground and was like "Duuuuude..." while shooting him a look that said "no iPod=no more of your stupid chores". Then I think he realized that as long as I do his stupid aiding work, he's pretty much my bitch as far as rules go; he doesn't wanna staple 300 papers together. We compromised, he agreed that as long as my east ear doesn't have an ear bud in it, I may listen to music. Which is funny cuz in about 3 days I'm gonna say "fuck that rule" and proceed with dual ear headphones to piss him off, then re-compromise agreeing to only use one headphone.
It's such a nice day. A good day to start March off with. High's pressing 54, I think it'll push warmer with all this sun and zero cloud. It'll definitely feel warmer. But it doesn't much matter since I have to work 3-7.
Speaking of which! New scheduling for the indoor pools start today. 3 guard rotations most of the time. Looking forward to fusing that with my new 4 hour long shifts. Nice 20 minute break per 40 minutes of easy work. Plus no more closing responsibilities. My life is bro. T'is a shame I have to work on such a nice day though. Oh well, I shan't bitch.
I love the song "Los Angeles". It certainly glorifies Los Angeles to the point that it's hard not to love. The song is deep if you really take time to analyze it. "This cities killing me, I want I want I want everything." Makes sense.
Well it's time to get ready for 2nd period. Good bye everyone.
The final month of this countdown. Pressure's on. Days are getting longer, work is getting easier, nice days are nicer, storms are coming. It's March. It's a trebuchet day. At first I thought it was a helvetica day but no I promptly corrected myself to trebuchet.
The atmosphere is warm in Hobbs' class. We got Zorno killing the discussion (he's getting good btw). We got the sun shining, warming the school grounds outside. We got the tunes pumping vacation playlist, I recently discovered that "River of Dreams" can twist anything with a jungle theme if used properly.
Not a lot of interest towards the discussion being emitted from the class today. Heads aren't down but the blank stares say enough. It's probably because they're reading fucking Maya Angelou. This chair's a piece of shit. It's now been worn to the point of squeaking every time a small swivel is made. When I turn around to gauge classroom interest I emit a large evil squeak that causes everyone to turn around and look at me. Poor children. No one should be forced to read such a boring book. I realize part of Zorn's problem. He's only calling on willing participants. He needs to call out some people without a hand up, c'mon dude...
So March is kinda like Summer planning/stressing month. Spring Break is close, but Summer break is growing near, and it's time to start concocting a perfect summer, such as last. As of now it's consisted of plotting with Krauss, earning him a trip to Louisville, where we'll chill for a week or so. And that's it. That's all that's promised this Summer. One little excursion where I don't even go anywhere. Not good enough. So after working with the parents, I've gotten two possibilities; Miami/Key West trip, and a short New York City trip. That's gained my interest quite a bit. Then Alex threw a curveball into the equation.
Alex invited me to a party in Los Angeles. And I really wanna go! I just really like the sound of that. "I got invited to a party in Los Angeles. I'm going." It really shocks everyone, especially upon finding out that I'm seriously attempting to attend. So Alex mentioned that if I did come out to LA for like 5-7 days that I'd be invited on a guys trip to Vegas. So now I'm gonna tell people "I got invited to a party in Los Angeles. I'm going. Then all the guys are going to Vegas, goin to that to." Then I get to enjoy more shocked faces.
Although I'll only be able to go to LA if my parents approve. If my parents fund a trip to both NYC and Miami, this will be difficult, to the point there's no use trying. But if we don't go to Miami, and go to NYC I could probably pull it off.
The thing is, which my parents don't seem to understand, I have $$$ crawling out my ass. And I'm not one to spend money frequently and on shit I don't want. It would take me two weeks of summer work to fund a trip to LA, it would take me another two to fund a trip to New York City. But apparently I'm already "doing enough this summer" to have any fun. No fuck that it's my last summer and it will be epic. More epic than last.
Last Summer I had 3 things going on, plus the SBX cruise which kind of counts. I had Honduras, houseboats, and Los Angeles trip. And I had money to spare at the end of the summer. This summer I would like 3 things going on as well: Miami/NYC, Alex's visit, and LA would be perfect. The summer is calling. And the universe simply won't let me have a shitty summer; it will somehow FORCE me to go to LA and NY and shit, it's just how my life operates.
So Hobbs' told me a funny joke today. He said he's not a fan of the whole headphone/iPod in class idea. I stood my ground and was like "Duuuuude..." while shooting him a look that said "no iPod=no more of your stupid chores". Then I think he realized that as long as I do his stupid aiding work, he's pretty much my bitch as far as rules go; he doesn't wanna staple 300 papers together. We compromised, he agreed that as long as my east ear doesn't have an ear bud in it, I may listen to music. Which is funny cuz in about 3 days I'm gonna say "fuck that rule" and proceed with dual ear headphones to piss him off, then re-compromise agreeing to only use one headphone.
It's such a nice day. A good day to start March off with. High's pressing 54, I think it'll push warmer with all this sun and zero cloud. It'll definitely feel warmer. But it doesn't much matter since I have to work 3-7.
Speaking of which! New scheduling for the indoor pools start today. 3 guard rotations most of the time. Looking forward to fusing that with my new 4 hour long shifts. Nice 20 minute break per 40 minutes of easy work. Plus no more closing responsibilities. My life is bro. T'is a shame I have to work on such a nice day though. Oh well, I shan't bitch.
I love the song "Los Angeles". It certainly glorifies Los Angeles to the point that it's hard not to love. The song is deep if you really take time to analyze it. "This cities killing me, I want I want I want everything." Makes sense.
Well it's time to get ready for 2nd period. Good bye everyone.
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