Let me make this brief
Here's "Today"
Here's "Nutshell"
Here's "TNoudtasyhell"
Woke up late. Went to class at the aero building. Wasn't prepared for class.
Left the aero building to go to campus. Heard a grinding noise as I put my window down in my non-working air conditioned car.
Got to school. Put the window up, same grinding noise, no window.
Decided that there was no way I was going to leave my car in Lumberton with the window down.
Drove home. Ripped the door panel off the car, ripped the skin out of my arm, sliced the top of my thumb open above the nail.
Bled all over my favorite pair of jeans without realizing it.
Threw them in the wash to try and save the day.
Fixed the window... wait... "fixed" the window, as in put it up.
Now, my drivers window doesn't go down in my non air conditioned car with leather seats in 90+ degree temps.
Took a nap.
PJ pounding on my door at 315 wakes me up, I yell what? He says some stupid shit like what are you doing. I told him to shut up, Im sleeping I have to fly tonight. He starts screaming at the top of his lungs something to the effect of "awww poor dave, hes taking a nap, hes sleepy"
I wake up for obvious reasons.
Walk out, slam the door.
He calls before I get to my car, I ignore it.
I goto walmart to get some shit.
Come home, while im putting my food away. He feels he has the right to get in my face because he doesnt think I have a right to be mad or something. He keeps talking, I go into my room. I close the door.
He responds with something like do you think that 2 inches of plywood is going to be enough to shut me up.
I opened the door and said "You're absolutly right, but I missed the part where I was supposed to care" and shut the door.
Then I sat in my room until 630
Left to goto the aero building. Finished my flight planning and went flying. Wheels up at 8:30 on the tick.
Lovely weather.
Flew to KVUJ and on to Winston Salem.
Met a very cute pilot.
She showed me her Falcon.
It was cool.
Flew home.
At lumberton we realized there was oil on the prop. Not bad news... but not good news.
Then I came home at 1am.
Now im home.
That was the short version.
I really just have a bad taste in my mouth about life right now.
Fuck off.
Here's "Nutshell"
Here's "TNoudtasyhell"
Woke up late. Went to class at the aero building. Wasn't prepared for class.
Left the aero building to go to campus. Heard a grinding noise as I put my window down in my non-working air conditioned car.
Got to school. Put the window up, same grinding noise, no window.
Decided that there was no way I was going to leave my car in Lumberton with the window down.
Drove home. Ripped the door panel off the car, ripped the skin out of my arm, sliced the top of my thumb open above the nail.
Bled all over my favorite pair of jeans without realizing it.
Threw them in the wash to try and save the day.
Fixed the window... wait... "fixed" the window, as in put it up.
Now, my drivers window doesn't go down in my non air conditioned car with leather seats in 90+ degree temps.
Took a nap.
PJ pounding on my door at 315 wakes me up, I yell what? He says some stupid shit like what are you doing. I told him to shut up, Im sleeping I have to fly tonight. He starts screaming at the top of his lungs something to the effect of "awww poor dave, hes taking a nap, hes sleepy"
I wake up for obvious reasons.
Walk out, slam the door.
He calls before I get to my car, I ignore it.
I goto walmart to get some shit.
Come home, while im putting my food away. He feels he has the right to get in my face because he doesnt think I have a right to be mad or something. He keeps talking, I go into my room. I close the door.
He responds with something like do you think that 2 inches of plywood is going to be enough to shut me up.
I opened the door and said "You're absolutly right, but I missed the part where I was supposed to care" and shut the door.
Then I sat in my room until 630
Left to goto the aero building. Finished my flight planning and went flying. Wheels up at 8:30 on the tick.
Lovely weather.
Flew to KVUJ and on to Winston Salem.
Met a very cute pilot.
She showed me her Falcon.
It was cool.
Flew home.
At lumberton we realized there was oil on the prop. Not bad news... but not good news.
Then I came home at 1am.
Now im home.
That was the short version.
I really just have a bad taste in my mouth about life right now.
Fuck off.