I still have not moved to the new place. I move this Thursday. It has been stressful.
Yesterday I raced my mountain bike and crashed a couple of times. I broke my spokes in the back wheel and taco-ed the front wheel. On top of all that I broke my front brakes off.
The day before yesterday I hit a pothole in my car and bent the axle and damaged the CV joints.
Also to make it all worse, my clutch is going out. So as you can see there is some hurtles to go over before I get moved.
Tomorrow I go to a Mountain Bike Race in VT. Today my landlord looks at my apartment and I find out what kind of deposit refund I get. I also have to clean out the car. Fist and foremost I will get some sleep as last night I had a going away party at Suzies house. Paul, Lucy, Niko, Chris, Kim, Dave, and Ed were all there. Good night!
This moving thing is very tiring. I still have to pack and get the car ready. I have canceled all my utilities and have set up new ones in Hamden. Today I go to the post office to change address. I am hoping to take a little break tomorrow and go to Burlington with my friends Paul and Lucy. Also I hope to go to a race this weekend in VT.
Yesterday I did not go out and train as planned. It has been two days and I’m feeling funky about it. I did go out and hammer on the mountain bike last night for 1 and a half hours though. Today i will run, do laundry, and finish packing up the bedroom.
Today I have packed up my closet. Wow what a bunch of shit. My front room and bathroom are done except for the paint. Pat has called our new landlord and the move is still up in limbo but I trudge forward.
Pat Lannon and I have been here in Shelton CT for about 4 days and still have not nailed down a place to live. We are close to getting a real nice place in Hamden CT. This morning as I write this update we are waiting to go over to the office and find out if our application has been accepted. Down here you cannot rent a place unless you have good credit.
I am now freaking out. How will I afford to move to Stratford CT. I don’t get my 5,500 in relocation and sighing bonuses until 60 days after I start work. I start on the 18th of June. I am learning C in preparation.
Wow so much has changed. I plan to update this page in a major way. Today I learned that I start at Sikorsky on the 18th of next month. This week I:
Thursday: Took my last final in Networking and bombed it big time. Went to the Naked turtle for a beer and a burger. After 22 beers and 2 am someone got me to my house. I think, I hope I didn’t drive.
Friday: Today I was to give the final presentation in Networking. Since I failed the final I had to nail it or I would not be able to graduate. One problem….alcohol poisoning. I couldn’t drink or eat…hell I couldn’t get 2 inches off the ground or I would pass out. Sue to the rescue! She finds me at home unable to even barely breath. She know the importance of the moment and drags my ass to Hawkins Hall so that I could attempt to give my presentation. I barf all over Hawkins Hall, she wishes she didn’t know me. I give a three line presentation and when the Professor asks questions I puke. He asks someone to take me to the hospital to get i.v.’s. He releases me and I feel that I finally passed networking…..Sue takes me home and literally drops me of in my yard. I pass out! I wake up and feel the need to thank her for saving my ass (8 PM). I take her to supper and crashed.
Saturday: Wake up late, find out that Yahoo has taken my domain-name. Run around the house absolutely freaking out. I am late for graduation. I GRADUATE, people in attendance are Paul, Lucy, Sue, Ed, and Dave. I get into a fight with Paul outside the Field house. I go to dinner with Paul, Lucy, and Sue. Other attendees didn’t show up. I run into bimbos Craig-mizr. He is with his new squeeze, she just graduated too. I go to Naked Turtle. We party. I only have three White Russians. I am a good boy and am in bed by 2 AM.
Sunday: I leave for a mountain bike race in Old Forge at 4 AM . Yes 2 hours of sleep. I take Sue with me (She got smashed and I brought her to my house so she wouldn’t drive). She wants to go to the race so I get her up and into the car. She is still drunk. We have to take her car because mine seems to be losing the back wheel. I drive to old forge. Sue Pukes every 2 hours. I race and win 50 bucks. Sue gets better and we drive back to my car. I go home and crash hard. I sleep till Monday about 10.
This is Finals week. Hurrah, I have made it. The schedule for this week is posted. If you are someone who lives near me, lets make plans to do something before I move. That is, if I move. I haven't received my official offer yet and I am getting nervous. I have been camping and mountain bike riding a lot lately, the woods are wonderful. Well, it is time to study for finals, take care all.
Yo, check it out! Just snagged an offer from Sikorsky, straight outta the mailbox like a Huey landing in my living room. Feels like things are happening faster than a Cobra in a headwind – graduation’s still a hazy mirage, and bam, this sweet opportunity slaps me in the face (figuratively, of course, safety first!).
Excitement’s doing loop-de-loops in my stomach – new city, new crew, the whole “adulting” rodeo. Plus, imagine the helicopter puns I can unleash on my colleagues? Comedy gold, Jerry, gold! But let’s be real, leaving my posse behind feels like ejecting without a ripchord. We’ve been through more together than rotor wash on a dusty LZ. But hey, distance ain’t gotta ground our friendship, right? Video calls, road trips, maybe even a skydiving extravaganza (minus the actual jumping, because, hello, self-preservation)?
So yeah, bittersweet. But hey, as Britney once belted (probably from the back of a private chopper, natch), “Oops!… I Did It Again!” And Sikorsky kinda did the same, metaphorically speaking. Here’s to new horizons, keeping the old crew close, and maybe even convincing my future boss to name the company mascot “Rotor McRotorface.” Because why not? It’s 2001, the possibilities are endless (well, almost endless).
Today I will be working on our Voting Project all day and I just updated the page. It is a nice day out today and tomorrow I plan to go on my first group ride of the season. Should be fun. Next week I will be going to Sikorsky Aircraft for a interview.
It has been a while since I was able to update this page. I have however been updating certain sections in my school pages. I just updated my schedule to reflect this week. You may notice that I added a weather banner also to the news page. Well as usual I am late for class.
It’s been one heck of a week, that’s for sure. I’ve been pedaling like a madman, racking up 171 miles on my bike. Might as well have been chasing the horizon, for all the good it did to my tired legs. Then there’s the Senior Seminar class—oh boy, that’s a whole other marathon. Between the endless readings and the heated discussions, it’s been a mental Tour de France.
As if juggling those two wasn’t enough of a circus act, the flu decided to crash my party. Because, you know, life apparently thought I needed a little extra challenge. And just for the fun of it, let’s throw in not one, but two presentations due this week. Great, right? Now I’m here, crossing everything crossable and hoping to high heaven I don’t end up with strep throat on top of everything. Because, honestly, that would just be the icing on a very unwelcome cake. Here’s to hoping my voice sticks it out long enough to wow them with my presentations. Fingers crossed, and flu be damned.
Just wrapped up watching Shanghai Noon, and what a ride that was—not on my bike this time, but through the wild antics and adventures of the Wild West, with a comedic twist. It’s one of those movies that catches you by surprise with its humor, a perfect blend of action and comedy that had me genuinely entertained. Definitely a thumbs-up for anyone looking for a good laugh and an engaging storyline.
Speaking of rides, today marked a return to a more familiar saddle—the one on my bike. There’s something inherently rejuvenating about pedaling through the paths, feeling the rhythm of the ride, and just syncing with the outdoors. Today’s session was a solid 2 hours of cycling bliss, reminding me why I cherish these moments of freedom and mobility. It’s good to be back, feeling the wind against my face and the steady beat of my heart as I navigate through trails and roads.
However, not everything today was about leisure and feel-good moments. The looming specter of homework cast a long shadow over the day, transforming the post-ride high into a marathon session of studying and assignments. It’s a stark reminder of the balancing act between pursuing passions and fulfilling responsibilities. Homework, homework, homework… it’s the mantra for the night, punctuated only by brief daydreams of my next escape on two wheels.
Reflections and Looking Ahead
Today was a blend of highs and lows, of cinematic escapes and academic realities. Yet, through it all, there’s a thread of contentment. Whether it’s finding joy in a film that tickles the funny bone or cherishing the exhilaration of a bike ride, these moments are the ones that color our days with vibrancy and purpose.
As I gear up for another round of academic rigor, I’m reminded of the importance of balancing our duties with our joys. It’s what keeps us grounded, motivated, and, most importantly, happy.
Ugh, this weekend felt like homework swallowed me whole. Like, seriously, it was more intense than trying to learn the TikTok dances my niece keeps showing me. (Let’s be honest, those things are defying the laws of physics.) Point is, I bit off more than I could chew, and burnout is lurking like a cafeteria tray monster ready to pounce.
So, peace out, perfectionism! I’m dialing back the expectations. Sure, some teachers might turn into mini-Voldemort when they see my revised schedule, but guess what? My sanity is worth more than their A+. #priorities. And hey, if graduation gets pushed back a semester, it just means more time to, well, not be buried under textbooks. Besides, who knows, maybe next semester they’ll offer a class on surviving finals fueled solely by memes and caffeine. Now that’s a syllabus I can get behind!
Remember, gotta breathe, gotta pace myself. Let go, let memes… wait, no, let go, let God. (Although, honestly, a divine intervention wouldn’t hurt right now.) But seriously, even if things don’t go exactly as planned, it’s not the end of the world. We’ll figure it out, one meme-riddled step at a time.
Ah, the wild ride of juggling school and work, right? It feels like those days that start in the pitch dark and don’t wrap up till the stars are out, hoping for a free weekend (as rare as a quiet spot in the library during exam time).
Today was meant to be research day. Just me and a mountain of papers. But, as life loves to remind us, plans can go sideways. My group project, aka “The Life-Sucker,” had other ideas. We finally called it quits at 3 PM, leaving me just enough time for a coffee dash before heading to work.
Ever think how much smoother things might go if education systems recognized our work grind? Imagine deadlines that actually bend a little, knowing well our work schedules are nuts.
But here’s the thing: amidst the chaos, we learn to juggle like pros, finding that sweet spot between work, study, and a sliver of me-time. So, to my fellow academic tightrope walkers, remember: you’re definitely not flying solo. And who knows? Maybe one day, the big shots will get it and make learning a bit more manageable for us multitaskers.
Until then, we march on, fueled by caffeine, grit, and the occasional snack attack. Here’s to us, the academic circus performers, may our coffee kick hard and our Wi-Fi never falter.
I still have not moved to the new place. I move this Thursday. It has been stressful.
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