David’s Ramblings

I’ve read more than one story about people who keep blogs having their blogs keep them out of jobs or having them lose their job. Upon reflection, this leads me to consider my own blog. What would happen if a potential employer stumbled upon my blog, or if my current employer did? (Oh wait, you already visit my site, don’t you?)

This is a bit more important to me now that I’ve got some co-op interviews coming up in the hopes of getting a job that doubles as credit on my degree. I don’t think I’ve ever written something that would be bad, but you never know… maybe my prospective employee doesn’t like movie reviews or something.

Actually, that part doesn’t really bother me. I know there’s probably nothing bad enough on here currently. The fact that after I got a job I might want to rant about things I don’t like at work and not be able to do so for fear of retribution Ð that does bother me. I’m not saying I would have anything to rant about, mind you, it’s just that I like knowing I have that freedom when I need it.

Of course, maybe that’s just what you get. If it’s not something you want to say to someone’s face, it probably doesn’t belong on the internet where you can laugh at them behind their backs, even if you only get two viewers to your website a month.

Perhaps I’m for a third option that allows all parties to win. Every now and then, I’ve considered the possibility of a website that I don’t have to tell anybody I have. One that’s completely my secret and I can be more open than I even am here (and keep some form of anonymity by not mentioning names and the like).

Of course, given my life is boring, it doesn’t really seem worth making such a site, but it allows everyone to win Ð me to rant about stories from my boring life, my employer not being specifically mentioned or implied, and people on the internet who live even more boring lives than I to live vicariously through me. And there’s my thoughts for the day. I’m late for psychology.

Se7en

Seven is a story about the seven deadly sins, and people dying for committing them. It is a good thriller with a compelling story and decent focus on character development. It’s R, and somewhat gruesome in places, so it’s probably not for the faint of heart. I highly recommend this movie for people looking for a decent, intelligent murder thriller. The actors are good and the ending is great, though it may not be what some people would like. (4.5¹)

Gattaca

The story of a future where genetic engineering is the norm and people who aren’t genetically engineered are looked down upon. This movie is a great sci-fi that doesn’t really feel like a sci-fi because it’s not so far-fetched as teleporters and aliens. Also another I find worthy of my recommendation. (4¹)

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, so I figured I needed to get around to writing something. I wanted to write about something profound, but alas, I have nothing I care enough to write about. However, at the oh-so-wise age of 18, I have learned a large amount of nothing which I have decided to impart on you as readers.

I give you “David’s Guide to Life”:

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Life sucks. Yes, I know it does.

It seems a common teenage (and, perhaps more so, human) trait to complain about how life sucks whenever opportunity arises (or more often than that, in the case of emo kids). As such, I’m often asked by my friends two-part questions somewhat along these lines: “Oh wise one (I’m often called this by people that know me), what knowledge you give me to live my life and make it less sucky? And may I give you one million dollars?”

So, what follows are instructions of how to live a boring and uneventful life so much like mine that you can’t help but be unable to complain. Now everyone can bask in the wisdom that I dole out. I know you’re all on the edge of your seat.

The Basics

Let’s start with the basics. Life can be oh so much less interesting (and certainly less stressful) if you just stop caring. Unfortunately, there’s a certain finesse to properly applying this method that many people miss. This finesse is the basic difference between “Hmm… let’s go smoke more pot and sleep in my parent’s basement,” and “Hmm… I guess I’ll just have to try a different method for curing cancer.”

Just kidding. Actually, the real secret to life is…

*End of preview. The rest of this inspirational guide can be yours for only $19.95!*

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I considered writing more, but class was about to start. Maybe if all two of my readers ask for more I’ll get around to finishing it sometime.

Yes, look closely. You see pens… in ramen… in the top half of a case that comes when you buy a spindle of CDs. Note the ink cartridges were taken out (you can see one sitting on the desk there), we’re not that dumb… In any case, this picture is the ultimate symbol of dorm life. 11 o’clock, with the Dining Hall closed? No worries, we have two spindles of cds, some pens, and some ramen, what more could you possibly need?

(Lest you think I’m joking, Tom will now demonstrate how to properly eat noodles with pens.)

Now to discuss some of the other aspects of college life, while I’m on the subject:

The Cleaning lady-

I’m not sure what her name is, but she always seems to pick the most inopportune times to be cleaning the bathrooms. It always seems the bathroom has to be cleaned right when I wake up, and she’s not particularly careful about which curtains she opens when she’s going about it either. I’ve never had such an experience, but I’ve heard more than one person complain about it.

Now, I don’t want to give her too much crap, because god knows she has to be the most patient woman in the world to clean up after some of the jerks in this dorm (Half a bowl of cereal sitting soggy in the sink? Come on guys, we’re not six year olds. Which brings me to the next topic…)

The Neighbors-

As if it wasn’t bad enough to have to share a bathroom with 40-ish other college-aged guys (who are, in generality, assholes) we also get to put up with them having rooms surrounding ours. That means… that’s right, fire alarms… at two in the morning. Then we get to go out and stand out here:

However, fire alarms would almost be worth it if you didn’t have to put up with them standing all over in the halls yelling things all the way down. Of course, we have a great sound system and plenty of loud music to play until two in the morning for those who don’t get to sleep in until 10. I figure it’s only fair.

TBS (Tech Bitch Syndrome)-

You hear people complain about it all over this campus. By people, I mean guys of course. Is it just a vile rumor spread by the jerks that, if you look at our dorm, seem to be prevalent? Or is there merit to the claim? I wouldn’t know, because I don’t really care to get involved with the lady folks, but apparently a large percentage of the girls that go to Tech are stuck up or something to that effect. Tom backs the theory up, if you want to trust him.

Proofs-

The bane of my existence, CS 1050. Perhaps you’ve heard me complain about it before. No ordinary human can enjoy this class. Every CS major has to take it and every day you hear one of us complain about it. It just really sucks.

Of course, the teacher seems to enjoy it, he even likes to hop and bounce around while writing things on the board. This leads me to theorize that, as no human can possibly enjoy Proofs, he must be Satan incarnate, nearly jumping with joy at causing pain not even the Nazis would subject people to.

Hanging out by the Campanile-

The Campanile, or, as it is lovingly referred to, the Shaft, is a symbol of our school. It represents how Georgia Tech continuously shafts its students and other such things… again, that I hear. I don’t experience many things personally. You could say I live a boring life.

Large metallic objects aside, this is the central hub of the campus, right outside the student center. Often you’ll see people sitting out there eating pizza, because there’s one of them nifty Pizza Hut Expresses inside Ð swipe a card, walk away with a personal pan pizza (as if you needed any more evidence of America’s increasing trend toward obesity).

So college life is great, except when it’s raining outside and you have to walk from Swann to Howey in 10 minutes. But, once again, that’s not me Ð just another experience of someone else. I did, however, forget my iPod today, which is almost as bad as being completely soaked…