State of the status update…

“I don’t remember the last time I wrote in here.”

It seems a fair amount of my blog posts begin with that sentence.  Often times I wonder why I stop writing in here.  There’s always something on my mind and writing is one of my strongest abilities.  Then again, there are other times when I start writing in here because I have nothing to do.

My other blog for my temporary time here at Purdue is completely stale. I could probably write in it until my fingers fell off.  However, if I’m not getting any readership whatsoever, it makes the process a little less fun.

Things are going a little weirdly here in Indiana.  I’ve been doing a lot of thinking (always a problem for me :P) and have settled on the fact that I will not be able to afford a full four year service here at Purdue.  If I try to do so I’ll leave here with well over $150,000 in debt.  There are numerous factors besides money that are also leading me to consider dashing out of here with my associate’s degree and numerous pilot ratings and endorsements.

Brady and I have been talking about this to no end.  There isn’t a day that goes by where the subject doesn’t come up, even if only for a few minutes.  He wants to do ATC on the east coast, preferably in the Northeast.  Why?  He loves it back there and he wants me to be near my family.  If there’s a specific part of the U.S. where the vast majority of my family is located, it’s in New England.  Smart boy.  Hehe.

New Hampshire is the state of choice for both of us.  He likes the idea of trying to work for either Manchester Airport or Boston’s Logan Intl.  The possibilities for a job with air traffic control are endless, but the main trick is finding a place that’s actually looking to hire someone.  My reason for liking NH is the fact that it has both mountains AND the ocean, and I have a lot of opportunities myself for either finishing up my schooling or diving right into the aviation world full-time.  All of my connections are back that way and I’m sure I’d have no problem finding a job.

I guess the reason why this idea is coming up is solely based on money (and the limitations of it thereof).  Growing up means making big decisions for yourself, and my biggest one so far was leaving New York behind to come out here.  The next big one might be leaving here and walking down a new road with an inevitable fork in it.  Either way I know I’ve got the support of a ton of people, and that’s what matters the most.

Strange blog posting session aside, I’m going to wrap this up and get back to reading.  Thinking about writing another post sometime later this week on religious tolerance as a result of an experience I had earlier in the week.  Leave it to some people here at Purdue to shove a bible in someone’s face….

Till then,



What to write when you don’t know what to write.

That’s something I’ve been trying to figure out for a long time.  Unfortunately I have yet to come up with the answer.  Till then, you have to deal with endless ramblings of a slightly different caliber.

The ten days since my last post has brought little excitement, save for this weekend.  I’m currently sitting on my precalc notebook and textbook, which are strategically placed atop my chair (for whatever reason I know not of).  I’m also staring at my mess of a desk, half expecting it to clean and organize itself.  So far, no good.

I went down to Vassar College with my aunt and grandmother to see my cousin, a senior, play rugby on Saturday.  A beautiful day for the sport, indeed.  I enjoyed watching the game very much… even convinced my cousin to put in a good word to the rugby coach if I was interested in applying to Vassar in the coming months (which I intend to do).  I have no intention of retaking the SAT test at all, so I suppose I’ll need all the help I can get if I plan on applying to these higher-end schools.

I’m still a bit concerned about college.  I no longer have the anxiety I did before about the regents exams… I learned Wednesday that I need not take the chemistry regents at all because all that is required is three science credits and two regents exams.  So that helps.  A lot.

I thought a lot about Vassar throughout last night and today.  The campus is beautiful, the library is breathtaking, and I could really see myself attending the college for four years and enjoying myself in the process.  I’m still considering majoring in photography or writing.  I’d like to be able to fly corporate jets such as Citations or Gulfstreams for my main career while having something minor to fall back on.  Can only focus on what I’m good at, I suppose.

I should probably pay less attention to writing in here and more attention to the two power points I’m supposed to be making.  One on McCain and his economic policies and another one on quantum mechanics.

Politics = good… physics = not so good.

Such is life.

Yesterdays flying and still finagling ways to get the MacBook Pro…..

Couldn’t have asked for a nicer day for flying yesterday.  Got to the airport around 1, went through some ground school for about ten minutes, fueled up the airplane, and got off the ground around 2.  On the way from this airport to that airport, I managed to fly over my house.  First thing I said to Cliff while doing so was “I’ll be you ten bucks I’ll get home and say ‘Hey Mom, did you see me fly over?’ and her answer will be ‘You flew over?'”

Such was not the case, however.  I flew over town and a friend later told me on Facebook that she saw me fly over her house.  Always makes me feel good when someone says “Haha, I saw you in the air!”.  Heh heh.

Once we got down to the other airport, we landed and did slow and fast taxis up and down the runway so I could get used to “driving” the airplane on the ground.  After about a half hour doing that we went back up in the air and shot some landings.  I guess I did pretty well (not to my standards) for not having flown a tailwheel in a couple years.  I’ll get used to the airplane in due time, I promise.

Once we got back it wasn’t five seconds after we were on the ground when a Challenger flew in on the crosswind runway.  A gorgeous jet… I’d kill to fly one any day of the week.  Whoever came up with the quote “Jet noise; the sound of freedom” should get a big pat on the back.

So I’d say yesterday was a decently good day for flying.  I’ll say one thing; flying the Clipper can easily humble a pilot who thinks they’re experienced with tailwheel airplanes.  Trust me, I know.  Heh heh.

As far as the progress with the MacBook Pro goes, I’m going to see if I can work something out with my grandmother as far as a credit card/monthly payment thing goes.  Mom doesn’t want it on any of her cards, and I don’t blame her.  Granny will throw a fit yelling “What, does everyone in this family think that they can just take my money?”  In which case I would deliver one of my famous snaps and say “Well, one difference here – at least I’m paying you back.”  Hah hah hah.  No money loss on anyones part except mine.  Surprise surprise.  😀

Until later…

Don’t ask… I don’t even know what the hell I wrote about, anyway.

Well, I’m glad to say that the day is finally winding down. Means I can sit down and take a break for two seconds. Trust me, that’s rather welcoming. Too much stuff going on lately. But that’s beside the point. Live for the now, right? I guess that’s what all those motivational things are for; “Live For Today”. Riight.

Anyway, nothing crazily out of the ordinary happened. Spent most of the day with my mom, aunt, and grandmother getting grannie out of the hospital and into some assisted living thing for a week. It’s pretty nice over there… though I really wouldn’t want to hang around there for too long, especially if you’re as spry and chipper as my 84 year old grandmother. There’s not a soul in the place who doesn’t look like death eating a cracker. But it’s cool… she’ll be out in a week and back home where she belongs. Hopefully this time I won’t have to go around saving lives again, though.

*Sigh* I just realized it’s midnight already. Such a shame. Though there’s no point in having more hours in a day, because that would just mean more time to sleep it away. Or slave over a desk in school… or in a cubicle. Hah hah hah, that just reminded me of “Office Space”. If you haven’t seen the movie, go see it. If you have, then you know what I mean.

“Excuse me, but I believe you have my stapler…”

“It’s not that I’m lazy, it’s just that I don’t care.”

“I could just set the building on fire……..”

That movie never gets old. Seriously. They still show it on HBO every now and then. Wow.

G’night for now.

“…and eventually faded into a crystalline background so mimicked in the imagery of icy fairy tales.”

As I sit here typing away ever so slowly, I’m waiting for my nail polish to dry.  Yes, at 11 o’clock on a school night, I opted to do my nails.  Hey, we have a trip tomorrow.  What can I say?

Anyway, today was Mom’s birthday, so grannie decided to take her out to dinner (of course, I tagged along too).  We went over to Valatie at the Four Brothers, which is a Greeky pizza place… and their pizza is to die for.

However, I’m not writing about that.  See, in the midst of this wonderful ice storm, everything has seemed to become more beautiful.  Now I don’t know if it’s the 1/2 inch of ice that is covering everything, or the way the lights hit the branches, but it’s almost magical.  When I woke up this morning and I looked out the window, all I saw was these trees that looked to be like glass against a pale gray sky.  No sun to shine on them, the branches looked transparent, and eventually faded into a crystalline background so mimicked in the imagery of icy fairy tales.

The real magic happened on the way to the restaurant, however.  We were driving the back way down 9 Mile Run, which goes right past Kline Kill Airport (the grass strip that I learned to fly on).  Mind you, this was around 7 tonight, so it’s pitch black.  Only the smallest light pollution from Albany gave the sky some hint of life, allowing me to just barely make out the runway and the hangars.  Now, I can’t quite explain what it was, but time slowed down almost to a halt as we were driving past the airport.  The only thing I could see was myself in a 1940’s Taylorcraft taking off into the low overcast on such an icy night with a light sprinkle of rain.  I was almost scared because it seemed so real – like I was there instead of in the car.  And then I was immersed in the feeling of longing… longing to fly at night with the clouds ahead of me and the dark and speckled earth under my wings.  Perhaps it’s because I finished a 200-page book on Anne Morrow Lindbergh… or perhaps it’s because I know I’m still a pilot with my whole life ahead of me, living in the shadows of great aviators that I can only read about or reminisce of their accomplishments.  Whatever it may be, that feeling that I had when driving past the airport was unlike any other…  heh heh.

On that note, I think I’m going to get everything together for the trip tomorrow…. big day!

Ho ho ho… whoa!

I suppose I should keep up with my promise and list out the bringings of Christmas…

  • A new watch (thank God… my other one was, well… yeah)
  • Awesome model airplanes (die-cast… or something like that)
  • One of those really cool, oversized moonchair things
  • New boots!
  • A $50 giftcard to F.Y.E.
  • A Vassar sweatshirt from my cousin
  • An awesome vintage looking shirt…
  • A nice blue sweater

And I think that’s about it… I’ll post some pictures of Christmas dinner at Grannie’s… it was interesting.

This is the Christmas tree. Woot.

Don’t mind the beer. I mean, wonderful roses!

The huge, 18lb turkey. Yum!

The wonderful centerpiece for the table…

A picture of the tree during dinner… because it took a stage dive on the recliner. That’s my little cousin Samantha in the way…

A rose… because I felt like taking a picture of it.

Now, you’re probably wondering… why on Earth are these so wonderful? Hmm… maybe because all of them were taken with my new Sony Cyber-Shot DSC-T50! That’s right. You heard me. What’s that? I suck? Muah hah hah. Check this out –

Boo yah.  On that note, I’m going to sleep.  Tomorrow’s a long day for picture taking, and I have to be plenty prepared for it!

Nighty night and Merry Christmas!!!!

My crazy grandmother… and, oh… it’s Christmas Eve!!!

Hard to believe it’s already the eve of… wait, it’s Christmas Eve! Whoo hoo!

*Ahem* Yes.

Anyway, I’ve yet another Christmas Eve story to share with you, whoever you may be.

So I get up reasonably early this morning, thinking that I had to go to church. Nope, not today… no mass. Woot. Before I even think about going back to sleep, my grandmother attacks me with a knife and says that I have to peel apples for the pies or else. Great.

So I dig out the handy dandy apple slicer/peeler/corer thing and slice/peel/core away. She finds out that she doesn’t have any sugar and makes a store run… around 11 o’clock.

So in the mean time, I get dressed and start cleaning up the living room and all that. I didn’t notice that she’s been gone for about an hour and a half, when she comes barreling down the driveway. She walks in the door, drops everything, and says “I was hit.”

Now, my grandmother is a wonderful 84 years young. Of course, old people bleed really easily. As I scanned her up and down for signs of red, she yells “No, you nitwit, in the car! Some guy smashed into me!”

*Shock* Right! The car! I knew that…

So I ran outside. I thought “Well, the driver’s side looks fine… the back end looks fine… the front end looks fine…” Then I came to the passenger side. After an exclamation of “Holy Shit!” I proceeded to gather the rest of the bags, close the trunk, and go back inside. My grandmother explained to me how some guy thought she was entering the fairgrounds, and that’s why he drove. Turns out she was making the second right, but the other guy was too stupid to think of that one. I wish I could’ve had a camera, because that was just horrific. At least she wasn’t hurt. But that car sure was.

Needless to say, we got the rest of the pies done, and they came out great. Right now I’m home and I’m hoping to go to sleep. I don’t know if we’re planning on attending the midnight mass, but if we are, I need sleep beforehand. Heh heh. We’ll have to see.

Merry Christmas, and I’ll be sure to review the awesome (few) things I got this year. I say “few” because of the whole house situation… heh heh. We don’t even have a tree up because we didn’t know where we’d be for Christmas, but we’re here… and that’s fine with me.

Nighty night!