So we took our little field trip to Grant MacEwan today, and hoo boy was that ever a gas. After all was said and done, the general consensus decreed that it was a complete waste of time, and it was an accurate enough observation. I mean shit, we drive 20 minutes on the yellow school bus, feeling like retarded schoolchildren just to look at a bunch of pipes in the mechanical room. PIPES. Damn. Its not like we couldn't see pipes at our own campus, noooo, we had to go look at these specific pipes which were done in PVC, which ironically, is not part of the job I do for a living, which ironically means that the time spent there could have been spent at home playing with my cock (ironically a pipe in of itself).
PVC pipes. Pbbt. I guess the teachers anticipated record numbers of us in attendance which is why they FORBADE the use of vehicles to get there, instead herding us onto the aforementioned yellow school bus. Then in order to sweeten our torture, they implored the class to be on their best behavior as there is a rampant number of uber-hotties roaming the hallways. This intrigued me to a point where I didn't openly complain out loud, but upon arrival, we were dropped off in front of this entrance that says "MECHANICAL ROOM". Yes, so we didn't even directly enter the campus to ogle said "hotties" nooo.. my palms were sweating in anticipation as we reached the dark recesses of the mechanical room hoping that at any moment a hot broad will jump out from behind a boiler and say "hey boys.. so.. you guys like big pipes huh?" and then she'd start licking this one pipe all sensuously. Mmmm.. but no. We didn't even get to see Freddy Krueger in the boiler room, all we had was each other. *wraps arms around self*
About three people in all managed to somehow sneak out during the dog and pony show, but they were marked as "absent" on the sheets. Which I doubt actually affects anything, as being absent from this field trip doesn't have any bearing on your marks. Ooooohhh I'm absent, I'm going to fail this course! OH NOES!
Well that was that and this is this. I also hit the chiropractor today, its hard to believe that it costs 17$ (from my pocket, and the rest from health insurance) to do something that takes less than three minutes. I can imagine my chiropractor right now at his mansion on the hills drinking from a bottle of '81 Don Quixote that I helped pay for. That fat bastard.
