Things I learned today:
- Do not laugh out loud in front of your whole class if your TA is a 5th year OLS student (OLS – Organizational Leadership and Supervision, it’s the major they stick all the football players with 1.5 GPAs into).
- Just because you only had to buy 1 book at the bookstore does not mean you have only 1 book to buy.  In fact, it just means that you’ll have to go to 5 places to get your books for your aviation classes (Thanks, AvTech).   I wrote checks to Purdue Professional Pilots, and AvTech Student Council today, and I still need to get books at Lafayette Aviation.  CAN WE FUCKING CENTRALIZE SOMETHING PLEASE?!?!
- You can, in fact, take a class where you learn about what kind of decision maker you are.  And, to boot, I’m taking said class because it’s required.  Can anyone say “complete waste of time?”.
- No matter what your major is, my major has a bigger book, and at least you don’t have to memorize yours.
- When there’s a frat boy, two empty seats, then a nerd, sit next to the frat boy, on the off chance that a hot girl happens to occupy an empty seat, you will block out the frat boy and only have to contend with the nerd, who you are infinitely more interesting than (which is true about the frat boy too, but he bought his friends, so he must have some sort of appeal.  Girls are retards.)

Going to Tucson soon, woot.  Looking forward to it… woot.  Yeahhhhhh

It is absolutely ridiculous the shit that people let me get away with.  I can call girls fla tout whores and not get slapped.  It’s like I have some sort of forcefield around me. 

Went to some avtech based party tonight and called erin scott a whore and said that I’ve seen hotter girls sucking off donkeys in Mexico and nobody slapped me.  I’m invincible.  It’s like I pressed up down up down left right a b start and got the code in… yeah.

Seriously, wtf?  Girls are stupid for not hitting me.  I totally deserve it, but somehow I can talk myself out of it.

I’m drunk and I fucking win.  I’m the center of attention whenever I speak, I don’t get it. Get a life, avtech kids.  I love you but seriously, I’m not that fascinating nor do I have that great of an opinion about <topic>

So 1) I got a new digital camera and that’s a pic from it.  It’s kick ass, got it for free, and it’s 6.3 Megapixels with 6x optical zoom, woo.

2)  I work a job that is in a service industry.  But it is in a “I demand this and that” industry apparently.  Yesterday, I had my boss call me to tell me that some guy wants to fly with me at 8 AM on Friday morning.  Seeing as I’m waking up at 6:30 tomorrow and don’t want to do it another 5 days in a row, I said no.  And just earlier tonight my 18 year old girl student wants me to come in at 8AM on Saturday morning.  No!!!  I do not call you up and ask you to work your job when I fucking plan on going to the store/whereever the hell you work.  I work 10-7.  That’s 9 hours.  Make me come in at 8 AM and I’m working an 11 hour day with no overtime and a 1:15 drive on each end.  Would YOU fucking do it?  Because I’m not going to do it unless you have a damn good reason (and I feel like being nice).

Think about it as “if it were my job, would I want to do it”.  If the answer is “No”…  then that’s what I’m going to say.

God, I’m a 20 year old student who flight instructs.  I don’t want to have to bend to your every fucking whim.  Let me have my 2 days off a week and let me have my fucking 9 hour days. 

People are inconsiderate fucks.

Sophie is back in Arizona, and as fate would have it… I’m in Indiana.   Spoke with her on MSN, and read her french livejournal equivalent.

I miss her.  I really do.

The more I think about it, the more I realize how much she meant to me.  How, for lack of a better line, she made every little rotten thing about life seem like it was going to be okay. 

You critics will say “get over it, it’s stuff from two years ago”.  But it’s not that.  She has always made me smile, just that aura about her.  How we didn’t have to do anything to have a great time.  Or how we could get drunk and listen to the same song for 5 hours straight.  Or how I could pull an all nighter on the first day of school, and play football at 5:30 in the morning with her…

 Je m’ennuie de mon pingouin mignon

I can’t wait to hear her voice tomorrow

So this weekend I went down to Hilton Head Island, just got back to Indiana today, to find out my schedule for the week:

Shit! I’m going to average three lessons a day!!!  That is 1) serious bank and 2) a lot of time in the airplane.  Hopefully I’ll get 20 hours of flight time this week (which’ll be ~25 hours of paid time, which might allow me to get my first 4 digit paycheck ever.  How fucking sweet).

It’s nice not having to worry so much about money anymore.  I’m really starting to appreciate life now that I don’t have to live paycheck to paycheck.  However, now it becomes a factor of quality of life…  I don’t want to have to go in twice this week at 8 AM (which means I have to wake up at 5:30, ayeeee)…  But you know what they say… mo’ money, mo’ problems.

In other news, Hilton Head is a really creepy place to visit.  It’s so new and fake looking, and it has no local flavor…   But the water was a perfect temperature. I can’t handle being with my parents for more than 2 days though.  Every time I go back, I appreciate having moved out more and more.