Boredom Induces yet Another Pointless Blog, Shut up, Read it, and be Happy

January 19, 2007

Well, here I am again sitting at my desk in this lonely, empty computer lab. Seriously, why does a computer lab need to be open the first week of class. I swear to God that I will insert something large, sharp, and/or spiky into the professor that assigns a multiple-page paper within the first week of class. That's just wrong my friends, just wrong indeed; though, in retrospect, I wouldn't put it past my Calculus professor. I'm just being honest here: What percentage of the NAU Math Department is/was part of the Third Reich? I'm going with 90. On to more important things:

I was reading bulletin surveys out of general boredom and well, just boredom. ANYHOO, I came across the following question: What do you want to be when you leave college? And since I have been pondering the past and future recently, ponderings triggered by SOMEONE who decided it would be fun to note that it has, indeed, been 10 years since 1997 (more on that later this year... stay tuned), I decided to think about it, and I decided that when I leave college, I am going to be to Geology what Indiana Jones was to Archaeology. Imagine that, a swashbuckling son-of-a-bitch Geologist. They just don't exist. Now, I have no idea what i'd try to find (diamonds wouldn't work... a movie has already been made, and it's a good one. It's Blood Diamond for those of you who didn't know), or what my weapon of choice would be, because I'm not good at fighting, nor do I have the dexterity to be a bad ass with a whip-style weapon. Maybe I'll just be old-fashioned and use and Uzi or something. So basically, I have a career in mind, but no idea how to get there; but that's what college is for, right? Maybe I'll transfer to Swashbuckling University. And if a swashbuckling Geologist doesn't really work out, well, I could get really buff and be a mercenary/bounty hunter/all-around badass mofo. There's nothing like being career oriented. Moving On:

For those of you not in the know, I got arrested a few weeks back after a relatively hilarious set of circumstances that involved a fast car, two cops, 3 other people and a really dumb idea. Needless to say, I now have 254 reasons never to go 130 miles per hour in broad daylight. Hilarious.

I am also in belief that winter has finally come back to Northern Arizona after a long hiatus. Possible pictures will be posted in the pictures section after a snowboarding excursion to Snowbowl tomorrow.

Here's a new topic: World of Warcraft. Now the most popular massively multiplayer online RPG EVER, I decided to download a copy, and play it. That shit is like smoking cigarettes, my friend. It's not really that fun, you don't want to do it, but dammit, you just can't fucking stop. What is it about slaughtering migrating Kodo beasts that the whole world enjoys so much. Also, here's an idea for solving all world conflicts: You know those 100 dollar laptops they're giving out to poor people? Just make them pre-loaded with World of Warcraft. No one in war zones would leave their huts because they're all addicted to that shit. The Shiites and the Sunnis would form competeing Guilds and duke it out on the Barrens, and North Korea would hack the game, create Nuclear weapons, and threaten Durotar, but God bless 'em, forget to buy food and perish. See, I should be secretary of defense, not that nutjob Rumsfeld. OH YEAH, HE GOT FIRED. HAHAHAHA.

In other news, I got offered a Trail Crew position in Saguro (fuck, how do you spell that word??) National Park in Tucson. Still debating on whether or not I want to do that. Of course, a paying trail crew job is more step down the path to badassness. I guess that's something I'll worry about later. Have a good day, everyone.