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,

Me.

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.

It’s been awhile…

I’ve been wretched in the way of keeping up with this thing.  I am well aware of that.  It’s not like I’m being pressed to it… I mean, hardly anyone ever reads this thing.  I’m not stuck to a time clock when writing in here.  Luckily.

I made a valiant attempt to write a decent post in here back in August, but it didn’t work out so well.  Saved it in the draft folder and it has been sitting there ever since… no point in publishing it now.  On that note, we’ll forget about the summer completely… it’s not like anything exciting happened.  For the most part.

I’m already eight days into the school year and it seems strange.  I feel like my head is a big swimming pool and I’m doing laps but I can’t get to the edge to take a break for five seconds.  The concept of being a senior just doesn’t sit well with me, I guess.  Ever since the first day I’ve felt downright weird.  Maybe it’s the realization that college isn’t so far away and I haven’t done a damn thing to prepare for it.  Maybe it’s the fact that I still have a chemistry and math b regents to pass in January (hoping against hope).  I think that’s one of the main things that’s bothering me at the moment – the feeling that I still have those two tests hanging over my head.  Math and chem didn’t work out so well for me last year, especially with the regents exams.  I managed to escape both classes with an overall average of 80, but failed the exams.  History and English seem to be my stronger points, unfortunately.

I’m not a very stressed person.  Rarely do I ever bury myself in situations where I feel I’m stuck in the corner with no way out.  However, there are times when I get a bit stressed out… and when I do, it isn’t pretty.  I suppose this isn’t a very good start to my last year in the public schooling system, but there isn’t much I can do about it.  Well, there is, but that’s beside the point.

One would think that being able to type this out would make one feel better.  But in my case it makes me feel even more like an idiot.  Believe it or not, my nose is bleeding now.  I guess I’m building up a bunch of pressure in my head from thinking too much.  That’s just sad.  Now what – I’m turning into Le Chiffre?  Am I going to start bleeding from the eyes?  Great.

Anyway, I think it’s best to publish this and stop thinking for the night.  One nosebleed is good enough for me.

Killing time in the school library….

I’m so proud… it seems like my attempt to advertise my work on here is paying off!  Many new blog hits!

Now all I need is for people to actually buy something.  Heh heh.

I was considering making a whole new blog for the sole purpose of photography, but that might be a bit of a pain.  But I was willing to do it for the Amazon affiliates whim of mine… so why can’t I put the effort into doing one for photography?  Hah… therein lies the question.

Maybe I’ll do it right now… all I’m trying to do at the moment is kill time here in the library because I have nothing better to do nor a better place to be.  Ho-hum.

Right-o… I’ll get to it!

Stay tuned for a link.  And be sure to check it out!

What a wonderful way to start Monday.

The only thing I can think of to say is… thank goodness prom weekend is over.  It was hellish from start to finish.  I’m not one to make big deals out of any sort of event, but everyone else had one jolly time of doing the work for me.  Prom night itself was pretty nice, but all the work that went into having to get ready for it was just downright exhausting.  It’s Monday morning and I’m still tired.

Enough about prom.

I’m feeling horrible this morning.  Not because it’s Monday and I’m back at school, but because I was driving down the road and a little bird flew out in front of me.  Initially, I thought the airflow from the car had created a pillow that would block it from contact with the car, but I guess the concept didn’t work.  I had to turn around and go back to check if it was alright, which entailed having to turn around about five times to get back to the spot.  I found the little bird on the side of the road with a broken neck (made me feel a little better… fast death), but I still felt like crap.  I picked it up and set it farther back in the grass so it wouldn’t get squashed by someone.

It’s still bothering me.  But I guess there are bigger things to worry about in life… unfortunately.
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In completely unrelated news, I was thinking about converting this into some sort of book review blog.  That way I could have an affiliation with Amazon.com and make some money while informing people about books.  For some reason it sounds like quite the exciting idea.  It only works if someone buys the book from Amazon via a link here on the blog… but I think I could pull a guilt trip and make people buy the book to make contributions towards the airplane fund.  I mean, there’s no extra expense for people buying the book… so it’s a plus all the way around!

It might work.  It just might work….  😀

Why I wouldn’t vote for Hillary Clinton…

I rarely watch television anymore… if I do, its a movie or the weather. I don’t even bother to watch the news anymore. Care to know the reason why? Because every single time I even think about watching MSNBC or CNN, there’s always something about a dope in Hollywood or a dope who’s running for President. I made a comment to my Mum a few days ago while watching CNN that it’s getting pretty difficult to distinguish between the antics of Hollywood and the drama of politics.

It wasn’t until the 3AM commercials that I hit my limit. I was absolutely perplexed at how Hillary Clinton could manage to get away with something like that. The commercial makes no sense whatsoever. What kind of moron would call the White House at 3AM? Why, someone from the other side of the world, of course! Maybe Sarkozy didn’t remember the extensive time difference between the U.S. and France. Maybe Ahmadinejad just wanted to call and see how the weather is in D.C… who knows?

All I know is it’s quite possibly the lamest commercial I’ve seen this year. She should’ve wasted her money on something that made a bit more sense.

To be perfectly honest, I’m glad I can’t vote in this year’s election. Even if I wasn’t only 17, I wouldn’t bother for the simple fact that I feel none of the candidates have the required credentials to hold the honorary title of President of the United States.

That’s my two cents.

Is it the chef that makes the food good, or is it the ingredients?

The inspiration for such a question came from my grandmother while I was eating lunch this afternoon. I was sitting at the counter eating one of those Stouffer’s Macaroni and Cheese things, and she mentioned something about how everyone says she “makes the best macaroni and cheese in the world.”  I plead no contest, of course… but it left me to wonder.  Here’s how my train of thought went on over the next two minutes –

  • “In the world”?  Hmm…. she hasn’t even been in a contest for the county fair… I’m not sure about worldly acclaim.
  • Ingredients.  Everyone can use the same ingredients.
  • If there was a food tasting competition specifically for macaroni and cheese… and everyone used the same ingredients… would it taste the same?
  • What if it didn’t?

No, I’m not crazy.  I just happen to think a lot when I’m eating.  You know… the kind of deep thoughts that no one but the thinker could possibly give a damn about.

Anyway, the concept bothered me.  It still does.  Doesn’t it make sense that if everyone does the same thing (or uses the same ingredients), then it should come out exactly the same?  Could I be missing something?  Is there some sort of magical chef dust that makes everything taste “just right”?  I know the concept of The Secret Ingredient, but in my opinion it’s cheating.  If you’re claiming that your macaroni and cheese is the best in the world and you use a teaspoon of Mrs. Dash or whatever, it doesn’t count.  No sir, that’s an unfair advantage.

Ho-hum… such a strange concept.  But one I can’t dwell on any longer.