Pointless Announcements

Job interview today. Trying to work as a research assistant in a Microbiology Lab over at Pitt university. Somehow or another my associates in computer science/multimedia design makes me qualified for things like this Awesome.

I need this damned job I am horrified that i will be 40 and still doing kitchen work, still making less than 300 a week.

Best of Luck with the interview.

Among other things, I dreamt last night, I punched a horse in the face.

I had a weird dream last night too!  It involved a hotel where people stole people's stuff if they didn't leave five minutes before check-out and then they used it to build a model of Antarctica!  Then, I kept missing my plane because all my things were still in the crazy Antarctica hotel, and my brother kept being accused of murder because of all these absurd coincidences, and finally he got so sick of being accused of murder that he just decided to kill some people.  With a bat!  I narrowly escaped bat-death by waking up and I feel like maybe I should call my brother and make sure nothing sketchy's going down over at his place?

Bat-death is the #1 one way to die during kid parties involving piñatas. The second leading cause in kid parties involving piñatas is being buried then suffocating under a mound of candy.

Caffeine does not usually affect me in any significant way, but I just drank a bottle of vanilla coke and I feel like jumping around and breaking shit.

Ok so i went for the interview. What i forgot was that i applied for 3 different positions at Pitt. This interview wasnt for the research assistant this was for the lab animal tech. Which is still cool as shit and still pays really well.

The Lady was insanely nice the job simple since the department only deals with mice and rats. Essentially clean up the mice and rat cages, do inventories and expose the sentenels to the scents & bactera of the other mice.As im typing this my pet rat is clawing the shit out of my hands because i smell like little retarded mice piss.

Oh and my Research Assitant Interview is n Monday, i would much rather have that job, but this one seemed fine enough to start with.

For some reason, my first reaction to reading this was, "Oh, god, so did I!" But i didn't have such a dream at all.

I'm wondering if that means I harbor secret thoughts about punching horses in their faces.

Haha, you just might. I had to punch a horse in the face to keep it from starting a stampede. I don't recall what else occured in that dream, though.

Im back and ready to go, Germany here I come!!!!

The Earth moves 18 miles through space every second.

And if an oncoming asteroid were to be broken to pieces using a nuclear weapon, ala Armageddon, the pieces would gravitate back to each other within hours or weeks.

That sounds wrong. I mean, then what's the deal with the asteroid belt?

Also, I have the sudden erge to drink some apple juice, but I don't like apple juice.

 Getting ready to head out with the honyocks on our first vacation since before the divorce.

Last trip like this, we visited the deepest hand-dug well in the world and a big-ass meteor, but Greensburg kind of got dragged off to Oz since then.  Still, we plan to see the world's largest ball of twine, go 650 feet below the plains, and see rockets...

 Guys I just e-mailed Steve Paikin!  ...I kind of regret it now!

Im at the airport in Dublin, its packed, I need coffee and cigarettes!

 Oh my Derek, what is it, nearing six a.m. there?  I hope you get your caffeine/cigs!

give franc a big sloppy kiss from, uh, Nightrious.

I had the worst sleep last night. It was one of those hot, sticky nights where you're not even comfortable with just a sheet over you. I attempted to go to sleep at about 12, and I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. I had a few hours of on/off sleep, and in the heat-induced delirium I kept hallucinating spiders coming down from the ceiling on webs. So I'd wake up, see a spider, start swatting wildly at it, then fall to the floor and use my mobile light to find where it went. This process repeated about 5 times that I can remember. Not once did it occur to me, during the night, that it was obviously hallucinations, there weren't any spiders anywhere. Needless to say, when my alarm beeped angrily at me in the morning, I did not want to move.

 In just a few minutes, heading out on a road trip with my honyocks.  My Dad's coming along, too.

World's biggest ball of twine, underground salt museum, Cosmosphere, Splashdown Waterpark....

I have to write a paper in history class next period for a test grade. I've been doing so well, but I don't think i can do it.  At least I can afford to fail it.

I'm a bit hungover. Work today is draaaaaagging

Ive arrived in Germany, home of Ludwig Barbara and funny keyboards.

 In the past 5 months and many nights of drinking I have not woken up hungover... not horribly hungover anyway. I don't know why but I'm not complaining. I hope you feel better, Alex.

I got a new belt, Condemned 2 and Tom Clancy's Rainbow 6 Vegas.  Although to get all these things I hod to tolerate all the bitchy gossip of the "friend" who I got to take me to purchase said items.  It was worth it, but barely.

hey thanks love. I'm feeling pretty much back to normal now. And I have a big pepperoni pizza in the oven so it's all good!

I really enjoyed that.

just watched We Own The Night. really good, had some awesome lighting and cinematography. a hallway has never looked more ominous.

ok. I am done for the night. My brain has completely short circuited from stupidity and pompousity. They're showing the adult film awards on showtime and they are going all out to try and make it look like a real award show. It looks like the mtv awards nshit. with giant screen all over the stage and the dramatic voice announcer when they list all the nominees for the retardedest (I just now copyrighted that) categories and porn stars coming up and giving the little lame monologues before annoucning the winners and holy god I can't take any more of this shit. I'm going off to live as a hermit.

my friend works in the porn industry, back-end client services.

Oh man that bjork and p diddy thing made me laugh, thats exactly how I imagine a conversation with bjork would go!

The end.

I just spent the day with Barbara and Ludwig in a picturesque German town. All thi travelling is making me sleepy.

Hurry up, just one slot left in the all-cult fantasy baseball league !

See the sports group for details, draft is next week !

too much fresh air, that´s all. we´re having a really lazy meet-up. i enjoy it throughoutly.

I had the day off today so I decided rather than to be a lazy ass and stay in I decided to take my nephew to go see Horton Hears a Who! We were running a little late because there was a car accident on the way but we got there ust as the movie was starting. We took two steps into the theatre and all we hear is a loud roar! I look down and my nephew is gone. He refused to go in because he got scared. He is not a an of loud noises and you know how they blare the sound at the movie theatre so it was pretty loud.

I talked him into giving it another try as it had quieted down. Just as we slowly walked in to the theatre again, all of a sudden there was a loud thunder. Sure enough the kid ran back out and we left. We killed a good 25 minutes in driving and walking around the theatre. I was able to get my money back on the tickets and he got a bag of popcorn and a cherry icee out of the deal. I was actually looking forward to see the movie. Oh, well.

A few pics from around the world from todays $cientology protests...

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ugh, you cant really tell what the planes sign says "Honk if you think Scientology is a cult."

I wasnt able to go with Janes, but she was supposed to call me to have a meal after it was over, never heard from her. Hope no Scifags scooped her up.

 D'you happen to know the whole story behind the guy missing a leg?!?

No. Though im sure hes just making a joke about his missing leg.

Dear cult, Why do all my post kill threads?

If i was absolutely retarded and obnoxious there would atleast be occassional retaliation. So yup that leads me to the fact that my post are boring, Yay.

Hello from Germany, this is my last day here, its gone quick here, tonight I have an early night then home in the morning.

Guys and girls... I've seen Sunday morning. It's calm and cool and there's really nobody out. Sunday morning is just sitting there, waiting for somebody to take it.

It's 735am on a Saturday or Sunday I think, and I am really fucked up on weed and Diet pills and Valium and Hydrocodone and Viagra and anything else I couldn't find around the house earlier... and I am pleading yet yielding to this newnes again... and I wrote this just yesterday to the woman who dumps me every day, who wants to help me start a new business and start as a new Brock, and the best Brock ever... and I want you guys to tell me because I trust ya'll... Dennis and Six on the Dot and on and on like the breaka breaka early morn... and every last one of you Culties who I will either die and never hear from again or they will die or I'll be stuck listening to the Bad Brains RIOR album every day, hour after hour every day listening to... anyhow, this is my letter to all my new trainess since I decided i have decided my Destiny and already I have a spave with equipment and profit and people who look at me like I am Tyler Durden, plus they love how I teach them how to be better, like I am Jesus or Tony Robbins and I think sometimes it is scary the power yet I will be back and I promise I will be famous and overly rich by that stage but I love you guys and I mean that sincerely so...

So hear it is... I figured out how to get a computer and some speakers and a pipe for the pot and some Tuaca for the alcohol and some , well, you know... so... I am stopping in today because I lost my connection to ya'll... I have been a professional personal trainer at 24 hour fitness for roughly November and December and January and February and now I am doubting the esxercise portion but I wrote this whole thing... which needs work but please tell me it's shitty or not because I don't trust anyone but ya'll even if ya'll are a bunch of fucking idots like the rest, I guess I just trust that ya'll are smart enough to get to this site which must account for some sort of grey matter, but fuck you, this is about me, and here it is... this is my mission statement... I want the best and the worst you got... hurt me, help me, and I promise you, once I have completely cornered the convenience store- gas station- hydroponic lettuce- carwash business, I'm serious, and that's not all. Chuck Palahniuk means more than anything to me. Chuck Palahniuk made me question mybeliefs enought to change my life and I now live in a 500,000+ sq ft house and soon I will own 50-percent of three full-service carwashes, two convenience stores- cash checking-tortillarillas, plus the new personal training venture which is basd on the following, and really I believe what i have wrote, and I am just curious what ya'll think and when I am rich and felling all Tyler-Durdenish and Chemical Pinkish and basically wanting to write something that has alreasy been written before, well... so yeah... here is the unfinished product and I sound great and look great, so just imagine and love me more and more and I swear we will bond and grow and never stop dying gracefully or whatever...

Dude... take advantage... I have about an hour or two before I pass out from the combination of Wild Turkey 101- Minithin Ephedra/Mu Huang formula/ Skunkish weed/Corona Light plus one part Tony Robbins/ Tyler Durden slash Booger slash Jason Vorheees or something and yeah... I'm fucked... apperently... for life...

So here is what I got for a while. I succumb. I mean it. I am on the verge of death or life and there is no changing that. I will type until it has left me. I feel possessed. Pictures of me by neighbors reveal awesomeness forevermore. I know I was once fat. I know I am not fat now. I know what it takes to lose hundreds of pounds in one year. Other than that I just want to look you in the eye and decide once and for all whether you are worth exisiting or not. I mainly just want to meet you. If you were like Six on the Dot you might be a millionaire today. Six... listen up... you have the smarts and the ability and teh, you know, so... pick a choice and move forward and don't live forever which you know you won't even though I love you and I mean that sincerely... I love you and you will never fail if you set your mind to it...

So, my psuedo-ex-pschotic/;manic-depressive/nymphomaniac/multiple-personality-Ted Bundy like, I mean, this shit fucked me up. I got skills. I was 400 lbs and now I am muscular and 200 lean and mean fuck machine. Women always ask me how they can get with a guy like me. I say, get with me and pay me. That's life. I no longer waste my life on Microsoft. I hope some of you keep the message alive... right now... it is 845am central standard time and I vow never to smoke another cigarette again...