Well, quite a bit has happened since the last time I wrote in here. Allow me to describe the most important first.
I’m finally going to start flying again. However, I’m going with a different instructor for the time being because my current one is focusing mainly on instrument training. Besides, there’s no way in Hell I’m going back to the Allegro. No no no.
Funny thing is, the guy I’m going to be flying with is the one who took me up for the first time four years ago. My flight instructor… instructed (for lack of a better term) him in becoming a flight instructor, and voile.
In other news, I’ve been procrastinating on this stupid summer English project I’m supposed to be working on diligently. And guess what? I’m failing miserably. The Scarlet Letter has to be the MOST BORING book I’ve ever read. Everyone in my whole class is complaining about the damn thing. Had I known they were going to pull this crap in transition to our third year of Pre-AP English, I would’ve flipped them the good ol’ bird. Sure, the teacher’s excuse is “If you deserve to be in the class, then you’ll do the work over the summer.” Yeah, we also deserve a fricking break after 10 damn months of school. Hello, this is SUMMER. Doesn’t that mean anything?! I know what it means – NO SCHOOL. And yet here I sit with two lit candles, a cup of apple cinnamon tea (which has a story behind it), the book, a freaking thirty-page packet… and Sinatra playing over Sirius. Grrr.
Ah, the story behind the tea. Let us commence.
So a couple days ago we bought a new stove/oven/cooking surface. Today it was installed with the help of an electrician friend and a hell of a lot of patience. However, installing also required moving certain things around the kitchen, specifically the microwave. Stove installed, microwave moved… success.
As is customary when I have oodles of work to do, I usually descend downstairs and brew a Conan mug of tea (procrastination). However, when I went to brew this particular mug of tea, I filled it with the necessary ingredients; two tea bags, water, and sugar… got ready to put it in the microwave, just to find that the damn thing was unplugged. “So plug the damn thing in!” you say. Of course that’s the logical approach. I would’ve done so if there was a damn electrical outlet within ten feet of the stupid heap of unnaturally quick food preparation…ness.
So came my next option – get out a pan and boil water on the stove. Easy, yet I was too lazy to find the small pan. I stood there in the middle of the kitchen, cold tea in hand… when I had a revelation. Use the hot water from the faucet! DUH.
Needless to say, that’s my procrastinational story behind my cup of tea. I’m sure you’re enlightened. It was quite inspiring, if I might say so myself. Heh heh.
Anyway, I should probably get back to reading the stupid book. Or maybe I’ll just surf the web and continue my wonderful habit of putting things off to the very last minute. I pick door number two. 😀