Untamed

I don’t know what his Malibu is, all I know is that I claimed to have stolen it. You know, perhaps I should take some time cutting out letters from different magazines and newspapers and paste a ransom note to the Minister asking him to pay me …one trillion dollars. Wait, why ask for one trillion when I could ask for …one million? Ah, if only I really did steal someone’s malibu and if only I really could hold it to ransom for an insane amount of money. Hey, perhaps I could have even had Mel Gibson on the line yelling at me, “GIVE ME BACK MY SON!” – yeah, that would have been really cool. I’d show him what women want.

Ironically, the words “want women want” ring Homer Simpsons nagging voice in my head, where he stands in a crowded room at a womens convention asking what do women want. To be honest, any sexy thought that were inside my head vanish the very instant that I picture a balding and grossly overweight man. No matter, I plan to talk about my ever constant search for some decent and good quality blogs, something of which seems to be really difficult. Perhaps it isn’t that these people aren’t spewing out enough quality but rather that I’m being far too critical and judgement. Am I looking for reasons to skip to the next random blog that generates? I hope that this isn’t the case and I truly believe that a lot of blogs actually do lead a lot to be desired, but if this isn’t the case and my findings of “crap” are due to my over critical and high standards, then what a shame.

To move on from the discussion of how I can’t seem to find anything worth reading, it has finally been raining here, after all these days of “teaser” clouds. Mind you, it has not been constant but nonetheless, for the most of the evening and night, it has been spent in a downpour. This has brough a smile upon my face that reaches from ear to ear, despite such a smile being physically impossible on any human being. I stare at the clock and realise that it’s rather late and I know that I have a lecture to attend tomorrow but on the same hand, I have absolutely no motivation to go. As much of a gamer I am, the idea of traveling for three hours (an hour and a half each way) to only do some real work for about ten minutes and then spend the rest of the day playing Counter-Strike with five over-stimulated boys (perhaps due to me being the only female in the entire course) doesn’t particularly interest me.

Don’t get me wrong, I do have a keen interest in the course that I’m taking but unfortunately I’m overuled by these five or more males when they choose to abandon the course by playing LAN games and choosing not to progress ahead of shedual instead. Sure, if we get the work done before expected then why not spend the time lazing about. Yet on the same hand, why not spend that time knocking off as much work as you can in one fell swoop; the rest of the lessons could be strictly gaming, without the need to “learn for ten minutes”. It all just seems to be a waste to me and since I know the information already, I fail to see why I should turn up to learn, well, nothing new.

I happen to rely on Government payments to fund my education, though and if they randomly select me to review my attendance, they could very well cut my payments. Which would be fine, but I really don’t want to mix a job with an ongoing education; there’s too much stress and mixure of time juggling involved in that situation. I’d much rather focus on getting fantastic grade scores as opposed to scanning and packing groceries in a bag for the moron in queue who is staring at my chest. So do I go to my lecture and feel as though I’m wasting time and money by doing so, or do I choose to conserve the money given to me by the Government and only attend when it’s worthwhile (and when I’ll be learning something or require to sit an exam)? The latter is a risk and the former is nothing more than boring and irritating.

I suppose that I’ll make my decision based on my mood later this morning when I wake up, which I don’t think I should trust very much; chances are I’ll choose to stay home and spend all that time knowing I should have gone to my lecture. It’s all such a small and petty dilemma, I know. It wouldn’t be this way if this were a job and my co-workers most likely wouldn’t be forcing me to stop work and play games for the rest of the day. I know that I should say something to my lecturer if I have a problem with it, but I seem to be the only one who actually wants to do more than a simple thing like using a boot disk. Shockingly, I don’t want to play games for the rest of the day once I get one task out of the way, but the boys do and I’m vastly outnumbered by them.

Ugh, this entry is far longer than I’d have liked or intended. If you have reached the end of this without feeling as though you’re about to slip into a boredom enduced coma and you still feel the urge to come and read my next entry installment, you truly are a faithful reader. If you have any suggestions for my lecture dilemma, I’d be more than interested in hearing them. For now I believe I shall spend my time playing a game or two on my Playstation 2 until I either fall asleep during gameplay or decide that now is the time to turn the game off and go to bed properly, without my control pad in my hand. Tom Clancy’s Ghost Recon, here I come…

I don’t know what his Malibu is, all I know is that I claimed to have stolen it. You know, perhaps I should take some time cutting out letters from different magazines and newspapers and paste a ransom note to the Minister asking him to pay me …one trillion dollars. Wait, why ask for one trillion when I could ask for …one million? Ah, if only I really did steal someone’s malibu and if only I really could hold it to ransom for an insane amount of money. Hey, perhaps I could have even had Mel Gibson on the line yelling at me, “GIVE ME BACK MY SON!” – yeah, that would have been really cool. I’d show him what women want.

Ironically, the words “want women want” ring Homer Simpsons nagging voice in my head, where he stands in a crowded room at a womens convention asking what do women want. To be honest, any sexy thought that were inside my head vanish the very instant that I picture a balding and grossly overweight man. No matter, I plan to talk about my ever constant search for some decent and good quality blogs, something of which seems to be really difficult. Perhaps it isn’t that these people aren’t spewing out enough quality but rather that I’m being far too critical and judgement. Am I looking for reasons to skip to the next random blog that generates? I hope that this isn’t the case and I truly believe that a lot of blogs actually do lead a lot to be desired, but if this isn’t the case and my findings of “crap” are due to my over critical and high standards, then what a shame.

To move on from the discussion of how I can’t seem to find anything worth reading, it has finally been raining here, after all these days of “teaser” clouds. Mind you, it has not been constant but nonetheless, for the most of the evening and night, it has been spent in a downpour. This has brough a smile upon my face that reaches from ear to ear, despite such a smile being physically impossible on any human being. I stare at the clock and realise that it’s rather late and I know that I have a lecture to attend tomorrow but on the same hand, I have absolutely no motivation to go. As much of a gamer I am, the idea of traveling for three hours (an hour and a half each way) to only do some real work for about ten minutes and then spend the rest of the day playing Counter-Strike with five over-stimulated boys (perhaps due to me being the only female in the entire course) doesn’t particularly interest me.

Don’t get me wrong, I do have a keen interest in the course that I’m taking but unfortunately I’m overuled by these five or more males when they choose to abandon the course by playing LAN games and choosing not to progress ahead of shedual instead. Sure, if we get the work done before expected then why not spend the time lazing about. Yet on the same hand, why not spend that time knocking off as much work as you can in one fell swoop; the rest of the lessons could be strictly gaming, without the need to “learn for ten minutes”. It all just seems to be a waste to me and since I know the information already, I fail to see why I should turn up to learn, well, nothing new.

I happen to rely on Government payments to fund my education, though and if they randomly select me to review my attendance, they could very well cut my payments. Which would be fine, but I really don’t want to mix a job with an ongoing education; there’s too much stress and mixure of time juggling involved in that situation. I’d much rather focus on getting fantastic grade scores as opposed to scanning and packing groceries in a bag for the moron in queue who is staring at my chest. So do I go to my lecture and feel as though I’m wasting time and money by doing so, or do I choose to conserve the money given to me by the Government and only attend when it’s worthwhile (and when I’ll be learning something or require to sit an exam)? The latter is a risk and the former is nothing more than boring and irritating.

I suppose that I’ll make my decision based on my mood later this morning when I wake up, which I don’t think I should trust very much; chances are I’ll choose to stay home and spend all that time knowing I should have gone to my lecture. It’s all such a small and petty dilemma, I know. It wouldn’t be this way if this were a job and my co-workers most likely wouldn’t be forcing me to stop work and play games for the rest of the day. I know that I should say something to my lecturer if I have a problem with it, but I seem to be the only one who actually wants to do more than a simple thing like using a boot disk. Shockingly, I don’t want to play games for the rest of the day once I get one task out of the way, but the boys do and I’m vastly outnumbered by them.

Ugh, this entry is far longer than I’d have liked or intended. If you have reached the end of this without feeling as though you’re about to slip into a boredom enduced coma and you still feel the urge to come and read my next entry installment, you truly are a faithful reader. If you have any suggestions for my lecture dilemma, I’d be more than interested in hearing them. For now I believe I shall spend my time playing a game or two on my Playstation 2 until I either fall asleep during gameplay or decide that now is the time to turn the game off and go to bed properly, without my control pad in my hand. Tom Clancy’s Ghost Recon, here I come…