My Aunt Is Hot

My roomates are boring people. That’s it. That’s the down and dirty of it. It’s not that they are not awesome. They are. Their is no one I’d rather go fly planes with. However, when it comes to anything but planes, they lack.

I’m worried they are making me boring with them.

I’ve had some time, while in New Jersey, to take an outside perspective on Arizona. I tried to find some of the reasons why I can have more [non-plane related] fun in NJ in a month then I did in AZ in a whole year. So here is what it boils down to:

• The overwhelming majority of my friends at at least double my age.
• The roomate who I really disliked, moved out. For some reason, that suddenly meant we can’t have parties anymore. Upon further review, it was because everyone coming to the parties were his friends.
• Both of my roomates had girlfriends. (Not that they aren’t fabulous.)
• I was flying all day saturday. I won’t change this. I love flying saturdays, and there is NO WHERE I’d rather be. However, I’m going to be going out on Saturday nights, and partying.
• My room, car, and life, are a mess. It makes it difficult to entertain if you cant walk through your room without stepping on clothes, you’re perpetually late to everything, and can’t manage to focus your attention on anything. That creates problems. Especially when driving.
• My roomates only really hang out with their girl friends, and each other.

So… in light of all this, I decided that despite my floundering social life, it would be a good idea to ‘delay’ college. And I still stand by this decision. I will be taking one night class, and I’m counting on that to at least find me parties to go to. I’m determined to meet as many as people as possible. I refuse to just live in my room, go to work, come home, and go flying. It’s time to be like Ikea: Ünboring.

On a side note, here is a video of me riding a bike into a swimming pool. Hilarious. Me Going In To A Pool On A Bike.

On another side note, here is a prank call I made to a girl about Professional Cheerleading: Prank Call About Professional CheerLeading

Josh

I leave for Arizona again in a little less than an hour. I’m glad I came back to New Jersey. It was worthwhile. It was grounding. It’s home. However, I realized while living here, that I can’t live here. I refuse to be that pathetic kid who lives in his parents basement crusing internet personals. I’ve asked several people to put out a hit for me if I ever show up on a Jewish Singles website. *Shudder*

Like any experience, it’s about the people. The people are what made coming home worth it. I had some amazing times, accented by even more amazing people.

I’ve been torn about where I want to go from here. I hate being torn, because I am probably the worst decision maker in the entire history of the world. I’ll just neglect making a decsion until it becomes the absolute top priority. And by that time, their isn’t that much of a choice. Usually by then it’s just accepting an outcome. I don’t want to decide, and I don’t want to accept an outcome. It’s childish, but fuck, feeling like you chose wrong sucks. Bad.

So, I’ve chosen to delay school. I know I’ll end up back there eventually, but what’s the rush. Obviously, the hope here is that if I play my cards right, returning to school will never be a neccesity.

Josh