Brocktastic

12:05 pm: A nail and I had a fight, and I shall conquer...in the end!
My foot's feeling so good that I can hobble-run on it now, and putting pressure on the wound hardly hurts at all! No infection, no burst blood vessels. Now it's time to strike back. That nail won't even know what the hell hit it; when I'm done I'll put it in a display case to show all the world that you don't fuck with Adam Brock!

My computer is next on the list. Things could get ugly.

10:01 am: Nails. Fuck 'em.
I stepped on a nail two days back, and I figure that if that's not worth updating my livejournal for, nothing is.

So there I am, strolling toward the local Denny's and jawing to Trystan about my friends back in Sarasota, and suddenly I felt myself step on a loose piece of wood, and also felt a weird kind of pressure that I've frankly never felt before. The kind of pressure when there's something INSIDE your foot. Deep. Now I know how a piece of plywood feels. Apparently some jackass had thought it was a good idea to affix the anti-erosion planks to the ground with nails(because those'll never come out, right?), and some other jackass had flipped one upside down. The weirdest part was that there was almost no initial pain, I managed to walk into the denny's, wash out the gaping nail-hole, wrap my foot in paper towels, stuff it back in my shoe and sit down to have a wonderful dinner(mozzarella sticks with a bacon cheddar burger; + coffee). The real pain came later that night, after I decided to wait a few hours to drive home from Trystan's pad...I thought that my foot might actually get better(not fully better, you understand, but easier to walk on) in this time, but let me tell you right now, It. Did. Not. My foot swelled up to the size of a melon inside my shoe and it made driving excruciating. Imagine having a nailhole in your foot and having to slam on the brakes for a red light(I don't have to imagine anymore, I know exactly what it's like! Yay!).

On a more positive note, this at least makes life a hell of a lot more interesting! No offense to the big dogs at blockbuster, but it's a hellaciously boring job, and this was just what I needed to make it interesting again.

Despite the fact that the ghost pain in my hands and other foot came back in full force today, I'm actually feeling pretty fucking great right now. I've got the day off, and it's about time I did something outside.

Oh, did I tell you guys that my video card blew? Old Reliable just couldn't handle Bioshock, apparently. This is just more proof that it's the game to end all games.

Tags: more proof that i'm jesus, nail, pain

01:55 am: BAD PAPER!
BAD! NO! You, little paper, are not allowed to suck my soul out through my eyes! I know how much you like souls...I can't blame you for that, they simultaneously pungently stink of brimstone and reek of the spice of angelic favor - was that a touch of seraph I tasted in that last one? Nah...Suffice to say, eating souls is like going to your favorite run-down pizza shack and dumping hummus on the breadsticks. And then luring a small child to eat them with you, because you couldn't POSSIBLY eat all that hummus, especially not after the last small child that you ingested(the jolly British accent gets them every time!) It sounds awful, but it's an acquired taste, am I right, little paper? Of course I'm right. So you've got to realize, I'm wary of your ways. My soul is off limits. I like my soul! Even though I'm not using it, I'd like to keep it just in case my father is correct and one day I'll begin using it! Eh, I'm sure you can't ACTUALLY tear souls out via the pupils...that just an urban legend, right? I'll bet you don't even know what human child tastes like! Maybe like...paper children? I suspect they taste much the same...like innocence.

Also like love.

Maybe like wood pulp.

OK, that's just *your* kids. Human children taste nothing like wood pulp, I was just trying to relate to you.

Sometimes I think you and I are just alike, little paper...and then I remember that your life will soon end, and mine is only just beginning! Have fun cannibalizing smaller papers in these next few hours, for they shall be your la-...Blast!

Damn you, little paper! In the fervor of describing the scintillating flavor of infants you managed to filch my soul without so much as a tip of your hat or a ruffle of your pages! Curses abound in your direction, you cheeky bastard!

All right, I'm done messing around with you! Enjoy that soul, it's been sitting in the sun for years! It might as well be soul jerky now!

Don't forget to salt it!

Tags: off the chain, slaptastic

02:54 pm: http://music.aol.com/video/the-carpal-tunnel-of-love/fall-out-boy/1837997

Most disturbing music video ever.

10:09 am: One week.

One more week.

04:25 am: I took this one a while back
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

The last time I definitely scored higher on the violence portion, yet still ended up in the dread citadel of Dis.

02:36 am: Snagged a job. :)

Sorry, can't update now, I need to sleep so I can go work at my new JOB!


:D

Tags: employedness, hellyesihaveajob, job, nomoreapplications, work

12:01 pm: OMG!
SCIFI FANS REJOICE!

http://media2.foxnews.com/040606/040606_fr_tobin_300.swf


OK, so it's not exactly what we hoped, but hey, it's cool nonetheless.

07:14 am: When Will It All END?!
Well, OK. So I'm going to be going to do a job that my morals just don't agree with(I'm helping to evict a family at $50 an hour), and I needed some way to mitigate the fact in my head that I'm wrecking some family's life, so I decided to give the money that I earn from this job to the family that I'm evicting. When I decided to share this with my mom, she informed me that she'd already decided what I was going to do with the money. This command is put on top of a month's worth of bad feelings, awful words, and raging arguments between us. I'm not going to bend over and take it any more. If she's not going to treat me like a human being by not butting into what the hell I do with my money, then I'm not going to treat her any better.

It's getting to the point where if I hurt her feelings, I just don't care.

02:20 am: I've HAD it with these snak...er....applications!
I've REALLY frickin' gotta finish these up. Anyone who finds later that I have NOT finished said applications WILL block me on AIM(state before doing so), and thus will give me more incentive to finish.

That is all, I must sleep now so that I can get up in the morning. So I can finish my applications.

01:36 am: Applications
Job applications suck in the worst way. I mean, it's like, "You've go to drive all the way down here, we'll give this giant assessment to you, you'll fill it out, make some promises to us that you're free on ALL hours, even though you might have scheduled events, and we MIGHT employ you at a wage below what we SHOULD be paying you." Well, I guess not ALL of that's true, I think staples had pretty good pay, but Blockbuster's application is IMMENSE, and for very little in the way of pay.

Anyway, I want everyone to look up a singer named "Jack Johnson" for when you get mad, it's all really soothing. I may still be angry at blockbuster for losing my online application, but at least "Constellations" is playing, and my computer didn't end up out the window, haha!

Phwaw, I almost forgot to mention that I've been awake for nearly 36 hours now, and for whatever reason I don't feel like sleeping, just like last night. Hence the LJ post. Eh, I'll probably fall asleep as soon as I touch the bed. Even just a graze'll make me collapse in a heap for my parents to find me snoring fully clothed on my floor.

Oh, and Jeremy, your good girls/bad girls Lava Lamp made the journey safely. Just thought I'd get that to you in a place where the whole LJ world could see it, haha!!! Well, at least the minor fraction that reads my LJ.

04:56 am: Writing
Good god, this is the most I've voluntarily wrote in ages, and what's even MORE weird, I'm actually kind of enjoying it! Letter-writing is a fun pastime when you're sitting at home with nothing else to burn time.

On a better note, Mike and I are rocking the video game world with our daring feats of heroism! Monsters shake in their boots/shoes/paws/claws/flippers when they see us, they run off screaming/mewling/hissing/....bubbling? at a mere roar of my trusty pet, Catwork!

In short, we pwn.

In other news, it's 5:00 in the morning and I'm cooking a pizza to make up for my loss of dinner! YAY! Smells great, so I'm going to leave this post to sit and fester for a while, just to see what it cooks up.

05:59 pm: First Unenjoyable Summer EVER.
I'm going to try doing the LJ thing to relieve boredom.

All previous summers were really boring, but back in high school I was really bored anyway, so it was the same thing as summer, with more tests and walking, so summer was actually an improvement. Now that I actually enjoy school and have things to do during the day during the school year, Summer is just depressing.

Also, there's the other obvious reason why I hate summer. :(

Ah, well, three months'll be over quickly(I hope), and I'll be back in the place I enjoy, with the people I like(except Jeremy), and all will be well. :)

On a different note, put this into your browser: http://www.explosm.net/movies/124/

DON'T look at it if you'd rather not be disgusted.

If you ARE offended, blame my friend Michael.

Edit: Also visit http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4773727216997121552&q=forklift+klaus

It's just gruesome. Sam Jeschonek showed it to me, blame her!

08:22 pm: VIRUS!!!! VIRUS!!!!
AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! RED ALERT! RED ALERT! TEMPERATURE CRITICAL!

CORE MELTDOWN, T-MINUS 30 MINUTES.

THAT IS ALL.

07:57 pm: My laptop, sadly, is going out the window.
It's served me well, but my laptop is being retired to the position of digital typewriter. I'm buying a Dell Dimension 9100 desktop with a 256MB nVidia GeForce 6800 graphics card and 1 Gigabyte of Dual Channel DDR2 SDRAM to replace my quaint little laptop with an ATI Radeon IGP 340M and 512 MB of RAM. If you don't know what any of that meant, I'll explain it for you: after 9/3, I will never, ever be able to blame a lost duel on a laggy machine again. In fact, that's kind of a loss, but in a good way.

Different topic: Kinda forgot to do the reading for my Intro Psych class. No really good reason, just completely forgot. It was OK, I was kind of able to fudge some of the answers, but I learned my lesson, I'll never log on to WoW again without first looking at what I need to do. Latin went well today, I have a new favorite phrase(unfortunately, I don't feel like including the macrons): "Nulla avaritia sine poena est." Direct quote from Seneca. If you're REALLY interested, look it up on google to see what it means, unless you're Ava, in which case you already know. Maybe Luren too, though he hasn't updated his journal in a while.

Logging off for the night, must do some Gen Bio reading.

06:01 pm: Let's get this sucker fired up!
Well, I was coaxed over a year ago(I think) into creating this journal, and I haven't posted in it since. Sculy reminded me of it a little while ago, and I decided I'd blow the dust off of it and give it a chance.

Well, my first two weeks at The New College of Florida has been GREAT! I've met more new people than I can remember, and I'm actually making an effort to be social! World of Warcraft gets in the way at times, but I'm attempting to limit myself so that I can get out of the dorm and *gasp*, interact with others. The campus is wonderfully picturesque, I've wandered all over it simply taking in its beauty.

I think I've had more fun in the past two weeks than I've experienced over the entirety of my life. There's almost always a social activity to go to, and if there isn't, a game of cards with my roomates is fine. Speaking of my roomates, they're great guys. Mustafa is from Chicago, goes by the nickname Moose. He's a hackeysack GOD. He even makes hackeysacks in his spare time. Chris is my other roomate, from Ann Arbor, MI. He and I get along well, mainly because we both have experience in a martial art. We've been teaching each other different throws(or rather, he's been teaching ME a lot of throws). Sparring is a lot of fun, we went out to the beach and proceeded to find any way possible to get the other person on his back. I was beaten almost every time, mostly because my martial art was mainly focused on strikes, and his, Aikido, incorporates a more versatile selection of throws(We decided that strikes would not be a good thing, we didn't want to come back to campus completely black and blue).

My dorm is right next to the place where all of the parties are held, which has good and bad aspects. On the one hand, I'm close enough to the party that I could touch the speakers from my patio, but on the other hand, sleep is not something I'll be able to get on party nights. :( Thankfully, party nights are generally only on Fridays and Saturdays, so school nights are fairly sacred, even to the hardcore partiers.

Well, that's all for now, I'll probably update again in the next day or two.