Ok, so I watched Fight Club, and I think it might have screwed me up, or maybe enlightened me... either way. If I start referring to myself in the third person, or you guys see me beating myself up in a parking lot, be sure to pull one of those group-intervention-things. You know the type, it will more than likely involve pulling me into an unmarked van with Mr. T, or Hannibal from the A-Team driving. (Cue the music, and he says something like, "Stay off the drugs, and drink your milk.")
Anyway, so the weather has screwed me over for about three weeks straight. I have two simple little flights to do before I become a "Commercial Pilot: Airplane Multi-engine Land Instrument Airplane" pilot. Only trouble is, I've got to get up to six thousand feet to actually shut an engine down in flight (that's right, you look out the window and see one of the props feathered and standing at attention.) Low ceilings and maintanence troubles have plagued my checkride, so at the moment I'm not really doing much of anything... since I dropped physics like a bad habit.
Props to Paul for making out with the smart-hottie. (Does she have a smart-hottie friend...) As you can imagine, there aren't many females in my area of study, and the ones that are usually come with quite a bit of emotional baggage. Man... where do all the smart, southern-baptist, conservative chicks hang out? Seriously, I think I need to attend a college republicans meeting or something, I'm getting about as pathetic as Kyle was a few summers ago.
Jeff C.
Yay, go Razorbacks... we just got our arse's handed to us... for the second week in a row. Oh well, go Pokes!
