Whoever does read these blogs of mine, they should by now know I'm not one of those bloggers who writes why the basket of french fries they ate that day inspired them.  I only write when I feel I have something of some importance or substance to say.  So I may go a month before writing again, or it may very well be everyday, depends really on what each day brings.  Lately it's been more than I've bargained for. 

The last weekend of October I will be presenting a poster and published abstract at the GSA (Geological Society of America) Conference in Denver, CO.  Seeing as how I've never been to a national science conference of any sorts, it's somewhat daunting for me to think about.  I get to stand in front of my poster with all of my research on it that I've been doing for the past few months, and get interrogated by professional geologists for about 2 hours.  So I need to know my shit for that part of the conference, I need to make myself look smart and be a good candidate for any graduate schools that are there.  It's sort of a scouting event for geologists and graduate schools.  The conference starts on Oct. 28th through Oct. 31st.  I get to present my poster that evening on opening day, woot.  That means I can get the pressure over with early, and then I get to peruse the rest of the presenters and see what everyone else in the Geo community is doing.  Ah, but the kicker to the whole event are the free booze!  On opening night they have free beer, because as you all should know, geologists are big drinkers.  "Rock-fuckers", as I've been called, just aren't the real deal unless you can hold your own as a beer connoisseur.  To my knowledge, the free boos continue throughout the conference every evening after the presentations are over for that day, which is about 8 pm.  So to those of you who receive drunk dials near the end of October, my deepest apologies, I'll have beer and rocks on the brain.     

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An added bonus to my excursion to CO will be to see two of my closest friends, and party with them for Halloween.  I don't think I'll have time to dress up like I wanted to this year, but I'll definitely party like I intended to!

Here I am, a nighttime blogger stating what I thought relevant inside of my head. I'm curious if what I'm really writing is getting through to anyone that reads it, or is it just colored text on a colored background that looks, well... nifty seems to sum it up. But alas, here I am still typing, so freedom of choice, read on, or don't.  I've already put my thoughts into binary, what are you going to do with yours?

I do sit and think about life, sounds cliche, but in reality everyone thinks about life at least once during their day.  Whether it be before brushing their teeth, or drinking their  juice in the morning, or even doing a Sudoku puzzle that the local paper puts out; everyone is engaging in a life thought.  But breaking it down even further, each thought is full of choices.  Do I drink the orange juice, or the apple juice, or "I'm feeling jazzy today, how about some pomegranate juice." Once a juice choice is made, it opens other doors of choices.  So one would begin to think that choices could make up the majority of life.  But the reactions to the decisions made, like which square to put the 9 on the 4th row in a Sudoku puzzle, could be 1/81 squares, or the one box needed to make the whole puzzle come together.  But even while you may be enjoying that cup of pomegranate juice and puzzle, synapses are being fired creating more pathways to be made in your head.  Sometimes these synapses are thoughts of the future, near future, or even the past, such as " why did I glue a Mt. Dew can to my forearm last night?"  However, these aren't choices, but they are still thoughts of, on, or about life.  So ultimately it doesn't matter whether life is made of choices, or not, but rather that people think about life much more than they really should, or do they? Sometimes people don't think about their actions enough, and it usually gets them into trouble, or something that hurts more than it should've.  But other times, such as in my case, I dwell too much on my thoughts, looking at them from too many angles and see what I don't really need to see in them.  The curse of a curious and realistic mind.

So why do I come on Xanga tonight and decide to write, well because I should've done it earlier today, and because I felt like writing and typing what I felt tonight.  If no one really writes what they feel or believe, what's really the point?  While we're at it, what's the meaning of life?  Why are humans a plague on the planet?  Why are we &@($!^& attempting to start a debate about life when we've been in a classroom for 2.5 hrs already!?  I wouldn't mind discussing any of those matters, but don't do it when we only have a limited time, that's re damn-diculous.  It can and did upset people, it made people not pay attention to an announcement someone was making, and it just wasn't a good way to end a class.

P.S. Don't argue with a geologist about how humans have affected the Earth

Cheers and Beers!