The Return of Neurotic Nick
Lately (as in the beginning of Fall Quarter) my life has been really good. One could even say that it's never been better. Perhaps the pinnacle of Nicholas Spencer Armstrong (I know what your thinking, I have the name of a golf pro; don't worry I've already crossed this career option off my aspirations list due to my abhorrence of sunlight). Although it seems that I've flooded my head with delusions of happiness, I truly am enjoying my life to the near-fullest. The fullest being my future threesome with David Bowie and Edward Norton. My new living situation is excellent and I love my floor. I've truly been happy, yet I always find the time for fake grins and courtesy laughs. Old Nick still lingers in what my neighbor (Alex, shameless plug) describes as "frivolously miserable." This is the Nick who likes to complain about why certain people/places/things are the bane of my existence.
Now that I am forced to once again attend lectures and indulge in the orgy of life-lesson learning that is public higher education, I am refreshed with material for observation. As a visibly unintelligent miscalculation, I enrolled in all geography courses for Fall Quarter. The material is slowly melting together. Also, I am forced to interact with my fellow bizarre geography majors. These people, as it turns out, should provide me with lj material for years. Whenever my professors have semi-geographically-related jokes, they all of a sudden burst into the most intriguing forms of laughter. Today, Professor Agnew made a wise crack about how there are a lot of countries ending with the suffix -stan. Now, how can anyone resist a good -stan joke? The eager student to my right during lecture basically lost his lunch over the -stan joke and I glanced toward his gaping mouth and thought to myself that he could use some cosmetic dentistry. I had to refrain from leaning over and calmy saying, "You might want to cap that shit."
As the lecture progressed, the girl to my left kept feeling the need to predict what the professor would say next. Fuck this girl! I hate it when people think they know everything, then feel the need to let everyone know that they watch CNN and start the reading over the summer. Now, I probably shouldn't have continuously gave her fake nods of astonishment, but I just couldn't be rude to her cocky, overly-freckled face. This poor girl's face makes me want to become a dermatologist real bad. After she asked a question regarding when a country is too large to govern, I approached after class and told her, "Honey, size always matters, and by the looks of your ego, you're going to be OK." Well I couldn't tell her to her face, so I told her with a good smug look when I opened the door for her (like the gentleman I am).
Now that I am forced to once again attend lectures and indulge in the orgy of life-lesson learning that is public higher education, I am refreshed with material for observation. As a visibly unintelligent miscalculation, I enrolled in all geography courses for Fall Quarter. The material is slowly melting together. Also, I am forced to interact with my fellow bizarre geography majors. These people, as it turns out, should provide me with lj material for years. Whenever my professors have semi-geographically-related jokes, they all of a sudden burst into the most intriguing forms of laughter. Today, Professor Agnew made a wise crack about how there are a lot of countries ending with the suffix -stan. Now, how can anyone resist a good -stan joke? The eager student to my right during lecture basically lost his lunch over the -stan joke and I glanced toward his gaping mouth and thought to myself that he could use some cosmetic dentistry. I had to refrain from leaning over and calmy saying, "You might want to cap that shit."
As the lecture progressed, the girl to my left kept feeling the need to predict what the professor would say next. Fuck this girl! I hate it when people think they know everything, then feel the need to let everyone know that they watch CNN and start the reading over the summer. Now, I probably shouldn't have continuously gave her fake nods of astonishment, but I just couldn't be rude to her cocky, overly-freckled face. This poor girl's face makes me want to become a dermatologist real bad. After she asked a question regarding when a country is too large to govern, I approached after class and told her, "Honey, size always matters, and by the looks of your ego, you're going to be OK." Well I couldn't tell her to her face, so I told her with a good smug look when I opened the door for her (like the gentleman I am).