Tyler West 110

I did it!

I am the newest certificated flight instructor in kentucky

2003

Twas an interesting year. On a just outward glance, I don't guess you could tell that I have changed that much.

January 1st, 2003

Single, Junior, 20, Private Pilot, 3.54 GPA, etc...

January 1st, 2004

Single, Senior, 21, Commercial Pilot , 3.47 GPA, etc...

So basically, another day another dollar.

Throughout the year, I have managed quite a few feats:

Worked full time only the first week of the year.
Failed 1 class because i was lazy
Got several C's and a D because I was lazy
Lost a roommate to bad grades
Spent part of the summer with no roommate
Spent the other part of the summer with stinky
Gained a new roommate who might last a year before grades become an issue
Went after and got rejected my a multitude of girls...twice with one
Become a certificated flight instructor...finally
Spent more time driving my mom's car than she did, I think.
Had my car broken into....twice.
Replaced the broken glass by myself...twice
Developed a personal relationship with the folks at Taco Bell
Flew with 11 different flight instructors/examiners
Drove the 830 miles between here and there 8 times
Flew home three times
Got two tattoos...even though I hate needles...its different though
And other boring stuff...

What will 2004 bring?

Here is a wish list:

Graduation
A flying job
A romantic interest that is interested
A clean room (ok, that might be pushing it)
Not too many bad things
Start taking a bite out of my debt
Maybe a concert or two

I'm not too picky, that's really all I care about. Lets see how things turn out.

I was going to send out the CDs today, but forgot until I was nowhere near a post office, so it will have to wait a little longer. Currently, only 3 people have given me their address. I have had a couple other requests, but all those slackers couldn't read the simple instructions. So...if you want a free CD, click here and send me your mailing address. As for those 3 cool people, your CD should be in the mail by the first of the year.

Hmm... this one fits me pretty well. That and the picture is cool.


Your soul is bound to the Solitary Rose: The
Alone.

"When I wake up alone, the shades are still
drawn on the cold window pane so they cast
their lines on my bed and lines on my
face."

The Solitary Rose is associated with loneliness,
melancholy, and patience. It is governed by
the goddess Merope and its sign is The Sword,
or Unrequited Love.

As a Solitary Rose, you may be summed up as a
hopeless romantic. You desire love and have so
much love to give, but thing just never seem to
work out the way you want them to. In life,
you can be very optomistic, even when things
are gray and nothing works out to your
expectations.


What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
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And now, for a special voodoo lounge presentation.

It is my privilege to bring the christmas 2003 voodoo lounge mix tape...on cd. That's right, a very cool mix tape for all of you, with the convenience of a compact disc. The limited edition disc includes 23 songs guaranteed to feed your post-breakup depression. How much would you expect to pay for this emotional piece of plastic? Who cares, its free. Email me with your name, address, and anything else required to get it to you (i can't imagine that i would need more than that, but some people...) and I will send you 'sad songs for a sad day' free. I'll even bite the s&h charges. I'm so nice. Its my way of thanking you for putting up with over a year's worth of garbage just to get a few bits of good voodoo.

Merry Christmas

DJ

I loaded up blogger planning on writing something. Unfortunately my mind is very blank. Well, maybe not blank, but so full of stuff that i have no idea of how to put online. So this will just be a long mind-dump. Sift through it and you might find something good.

First of all, I've been looking at getting a new computer. The cd burner on my old clunker of a desktop does not burn. My laptop is a slow, outdated, piece of junk, that spontaneously shuts off. While i can deal with the first two problems, I would like to have it stay running all the time. Unfortunately, I have no money for a new computer. So i think i'm just going to bum my roomie's computer when i need to burn something and make do with my desktop. The only time i really use my laptop is when i go home, and I currently use my parents' computer at home. So I guess it won't be the easiest, but it will be the cheapest, and hopefully i won't need much of a computer once i get out.

Ok, on to the important stuff. I'm seriously sick of all these couples i keep running into. What's up with that? Granted, I'm mostly just jealous, but I'm to the point where I cheer when couples in a movie break up. I loved watching the last episode of the next joe millionaire, simply because he wasn't going to get the girl at the end. But, in the end she came back to him and they lived happily ever after. I cried. I wanted him to go back home without a girl. I was very happy up to the point where I began suspecting something happened. Why can't there be a tv show that is the complete opposite of these reality marriage shows? I would tune into that every night, just to see people break up. It would be way fun. Ok, maybe not. But, I'm sick of all these happy stories when I'm not in one of them. People keep saying someday. I'm sick of someday. Someday I'll die too. But that's a long way off, hopefully. I would really like it if a relationship someday came before death someday...preferrably about 60 years (or more) sooner.

My friend thinks I write better blogposts when I like a girl. He also said the posts are even better when I get my heart broken. But, I think things overall would be better if that didn't happen again. Don't you think?

Any takers?

BTW...I am finished with this semester and am going to sleep in my real bed (not at school) tonight!!!

I'm sick.
Only two finals to go.
It was a windy day today.
Dayquil tastes awful.
I wish I had Nyquil...the cherry kind.
Going home Friday!

Christalena is nice unless she's annoyed
Christalena happens to like boys...but not me

Revenge of SAGA

Ok, so I have a problem here. Lately, I've been visiting the local cafeteria. Its not that I want to, but I am forced by a totalitarian college administration to pay for 3 meals a day. Because of this forced meal plan, it is economically advantageous to visit the cafeteria for most, if not all, consumption of food. The problem with the arrangement is that this food has a very high flatulence-producing ingredients content. Many times I have returned from the establishment only to make a beeline for the nearest commode. I honestly believe that I could eat healthier if I just ate fast food everyday. Unfortunately, is not very economical to eat out all the time. Also, due to the lack of a stove on our floor, cooking is unfeasible. Back to the flatulence-producing content. For some reason, I have gotten a bad batch of cafeteria-induced flatulence as of late. This is an annoyance to many, as one can imagine. Some respond with a simple groan. Others respond with threats of physical violence. Should I be held responsible for odors emanating from my body when the root cause and blame can be placed squarely on the shoulders of administration? This is simply a matter of being an unwilling messenger and being persecuted for it. The next time I grace the room with an unpleasant odor, send complaints here, instead of ostracizing me.

Thank you for your time

David Johnson

Why do I put myself through this? Something I saw today brought back some memories that I would have rather left behind. Why does love come so easily for some and yet so difficult for others? I was reading some girl's blog the other day and I could totally identify with her. She had been hurt by some guy that seemed to be a total jerk. The thing is, I actually see this girl from time to time, but do not actually know her or anything like that. When I read this, I just wanted to be everything to her that he had failed to be. Its a nobel thing to strive for. But I know it will never happen. Simply because, even though I see her, I really have no reason to introduce myself and get to know her. And even if, by some chance, we did become aquainted, it would never go past that stage. There is something terribly wrong with me that causes girls to run the other way. I am either:

a. boring
b. ugly
c. of low self-esteem (but you can't blame me for that)
d. weird
e. all of the above

The first voodoo post of december, and possibly the best.