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,



Beating up the Board of Education, a lovely reunion four years overdue, and… does anyone want to buy a wool sweater???

Nothing like a beautiful fall Saturday to get one out of bed at 8 in the morning. Heh heh. It’s unusually gorgeous outside, with hardly any wind whatsoever. Though it is supposed to kick up towards the latter part of the day.

School is off to a good start… homework like crazy (same for projects, too), but I can’t blame the teachers; three college classes in high school isn’t meant for the faint of heart. Heh heh.

Thankfully I’m back in to my old routine of flying on the weekends. Went flying on 9/1 in a Cessna 152 to knock some of the rust off since I last went up in June, and I was glad to know that I can still fly. Then I flew over to Northampton on 9/22 to manage the ground operations (telling people what to do and filling out paperwork) for a Young Eagles rally. I flew the whole way, to and from, with Cliff just sitting there hanging out. Couldn’t have asked for better weather or more cooperative kids. Yes, all thirty of them. Thirty kids and three airplanes made for a six hour day. But it was fun.

I’m supposed to go flying around 1 today… but that’s only if the wind behaves. Funny thing is I’m now taking lessons in the very first airplane that I ever ever ever flew four years ago. It’s strange how some things seem to happen, in a sense it’s like the “History repeats itself” quote. Regardless, flying the Clipper is like seeing an old friend after four years of being apart. Thankfully we still get along with each other. Heh heh.

As far as affairs on the ground go, I’m now extremely active in the inner workings of my school district. It all started a few weeks ago when a friend sent an email to me that was directed mostly towards Mom (due to her real estate expertise) regarding a new $49 million dollar improvement project that the district wants to pass. He was worried only because apparently school taxes would shoot through the roof. As a result, Mom and I went to a few board meetings and gathered some information. I, too, have become somewhat involved as far as throwing my two cents in… and I’m now on the Green Committee (to make sure that whatever improvements they do follow through with are energy efficient) and the Strategic Planning Committee, which consists of about twenty faculty members, numerous Board of Education members, and a ton of community members/parents. The SPC doesn’t really deal with the improvement plan people (dubbed the Long Range Facility Planning Committee), it’s more like how to improve the school from the inside… being programs, curriculum, safety, etc. Both committees are very interesting, and there’s talk that I might even end up as a non-voting member of the Board of Education. I’m hoping against hope that it can happen…. we’ll see.

Plus as a result of my sudden interest in BOE politics, it was suggested to me that I look into Political Science and/or International Relations as a college major. Both seem relatively interesting…. we’ll see, when the time comes. Heh heh.

To slip in as a side note, I decided against buying the Dell that I had my heart set on. However, I was with Chris in the library the other day working on a US History powerpoint and he had his new MacBook Pro. Probably the most beautifully engineered piece of machinery I’ve seen since the Mooney Ovation. I’m going to do all I can to figure out how to do monthly payments on it… meaning I’m most likely going to have to start knitting/selling wool sweaters like mad. But my Dell is starting to poop out on me… 512 mb of ram isn’t fast enough anymore, I have about 2 free gigs on my 80 gig HD, and the HD itself keeps reverting back to PIO mode (über slowness). So buying two 1 gig chips and a new internal hard drive would run me about $400. By the time Christmas comes around it’ll be celebrating its 4th birthday. I’m thinking the $53 a month vs. $400 up front is a bit more appealing. Besides, I love the Mac interface. It’s a lot nicer than Windows… hopefully I can sell tons of sweaters, because this thing is worth every cent.

As for now, it’s time to get ready before flying. I still have a couple hours, but there’s still some stuff to get out of the way.

The chilly, windy, scary, and downright crazy city.

Yeah… I’m not really in the mood to write tonight, either… but that’s okay… I’ll go ahead and do it anyway. But I need something to drink first.

Ahh… that’s better. Nothing beats a nice cold glass of water in a beautiful Conan mug. That’s right… a Conan mug! The one and only! Heh heh. Not only did I buy one of them, I bought two! Yes, that’s correct, two. One to put stuff in on my desk and one to drink from. I love Conan. He’s my hero.

Do pardon my blue nail polish… it’s a bit… not me. But it had to do, because it was the only color that was right near me and I couldn’t find my red. But yeah. I love my Conan mug. It makes me happy.

Anyway, I suppose I’m supposed to enclose (in full detail) everything about the city trip, right? Hah. Well, I’ll let pictures do the talking. How’s that sound. Or rather, numbers. They’re always fun.

*Got on the bus at 9:30ish and left school. My iPod died (I thought I charged it the night before), so I punched it really hard, cut my knuckle, and borrowed Leanne’s iPod for the whole ride down.
*Got down to the city and saw a really funny sign when we came out of the Lincoln Tunnel…
*Dropped off in front of some garden thing… immediately departed the rest of the 60 people and went to a Hello Kitty store with our group of four and a chaperone.
*As we were walking down 40-somethingth Street, I was randomly approached by some drunk tall guy who looked like Billy Madison with the penguins and he said “Do you know who I am?!” in some fecking retarded drunk voice. No, sir… I don’t know who you are. But you’re going to know who I am in about five seconds.
*Ate some pizza at a really cool place… I think it was called “A Slice of New York” or something like that. I don’t remember. All I know is I got a slice of pepperoni and olive… and wow. Yummy yummy.
*Drank much coffee at Starbucks. Erin and I got a cafe Mocha… and holy canoli that was good. Get it the next time you go to Starbucks. It rocks.
*Strolled over to Madison Square Garden to worship the Rangers. I love them. Really, I do. We all do. There’s really nothing I can say, except that it was like a shrine in there. Honestly. The silence was stunning. I loved it. Go Rangers!!! The picture isn’t that great… but oh well. I love you Lundqvist! And Shanny! And Kasparaitis. Yeahy!
*Went to the other side of Times Square and found the Museum of Modern Art. Too bad they were closed. Tuesdays?! Hah. We had fun in the giftshop, however… and I saw some cute guy in Converse. Hmm….
*I can’t remember if we went from MoMA to NBC or Sephora. Anyway, we found Sephora and I bought a $20 tin of lip gloss. Ain’t that swell? I also found a really awesome DKNY perfume and I’m buying it online. Something like… “Be Delicious”. I don’t know. But it smells really good and I’m buying it. Period.
*Raided NBC Studios for Conan. Couldn’t find him. So I went and bought the two mugs. I kept creeping around the corners going “Conan….. Coonaaan…. where are you?” Yeah. The others went and bought a 1lb bag of M&Ms. Yummy.
*Then we proceeded to stroll the streets and stop off at TGIFridays for dinner. I had the Jack Daniels steak, and it was delicious. Yummy dum dum. Heh heh. Really though. And their salads are awesome.

After all that, we went to see “Wicked” at 7. It was okay, though I slept through the first half. The second half was really cool though and I liked it. Heh heh.

And that’s pretty much it. I’m spent as far as writing goes, so I’ll probably just hold off writing about today until tomorrow. Maybe there won’t be anything to write about. Hm… ponder ponder ponder…

‘Nighty night.