In a dot in the sky
lived a speck with a question.
Longing to find the ultimate answer—
understanding of what it all meant.
Sadly, only sand could be found.
It was an insignificantly small imprint
on a shore of unknown boundaries.
Next wave quietly washed it away.

Infomercial King, Billy Mays, just died.
Sham Wow!

I guess Patrick Swayze better start panicking again.

But the real question is….who will be the third one in this trifecta of death?
Walter Cronkite?
Who wants to put money on it?

So today was my first day working at the research lab at the biomedical sciences building at school. It’s actually pretty damn cool; my co-workers are actually around my age (except with Ph.Ds, minor detail), but they’re all really chill and down to earth. I wonder how long it’ll take them to realize that I’m actually pretty stupid (tee hee hee), hopefully long enough for me to log in enough hours to pay for the rest of fall quarter.

I was gonna visit a friend over the weekend this week, but things came up so I found some other cool things to do. Tomorrow I’m gonna sit home and watch TV while eating doritos, and then when I get bored of that I’m gonna get on counterstrike and frag some noobs, and then surf porn. Whooooo-hoooo

Studman69 out!

OH YEAH~ BTW:

“Cheese is a kind of meat! A yellow tasty beeeef, I milk it from my teat, but I try to be discreet~

Ooooh cheese~ Ooooh cheese~”

-The Mighty Boosh

Michael Jackson didn’t die from a heart attack.

It was a minor stroke.

My tribute to MJ

Celebrities always die in packs of three.
Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett died today.
Add in Ed McMahon a few days ago.

I bet Patrick Swayze is letting out a huge sigh of relief right about now.

I have the best life ever.
I’m the happiest person in the whole world.
Everyone should be jealous.

Also, I talk a lot of shit.
Because, I’m just *that* awesome.

Number of hours without sleep: 36

So I went to a Job interview today. Took the 921 from school, and it took about an hour to get there. Then I had to walk up this big damn hill to find the tiny little center the place tutoring place I was interviewing for was at. When I got there I was pretty surprised. There wasn’t anyone there to greet me or tell me where to go, just a vacant looking Korean dude in his mid-forties yammering on his phone with some student about his critical reading scores.

After a minute or two, another guy walks in (Anesh, I later find out), and also a guy in a suit. So we all take our seats and wait till he’s off the phone. He gives us the typical schpeel about “our company has been around for blah blah blah years, kids from our tutoring services go on to blah blah blah universities.” Ironically this was probably the same place I took my SAT tutoring classes years ago when I was a Junior in high school. I remember going to class with an instructor who majored in Fashion Design, and needed our help to work through the SAT I math problems. I figured, piece of cake, if she’s “qualified” no way I’m gonna be rejected.

So he asks us to give a five minute presentation on something to “test” our oral skills (no jokes please), Anesh was first to go, and given that he had no time to think of anything to say, he taught us how to tie our shoes… taking up the entire five minutes describing the textures of his laces, and the knotting procedure. I tried to pay attention but the shinyness of the korean dude’s forehead kept distracting me, it was like a mirror and I could see my own reflection… strangely mesmerizing.

So then it was my turn to go up, I had no idea what to say either, so off the top of my head I said something about the composition of soil and ecology (had a conversation with some PhD ecologist while I was fixing her computer at work). I remember fertilizer needed N,P,K, but I kept forgetting what K stood for (potassium), so I said fertilizer is composed of Nitrogen, Phosphorus, and… K.. K.. Krypton.

I could see a tiny smile on the edge of douchebag suit’s face. God if it wasn’t for the forehead distracting me I would have said potassium for sure. What an embarassment. The douchebag came up and gave some speech about gridding in the right answers on a multiple choice test and related it to playing golf or something. It was actually pretty good… what a dick

We ended our interview with a SAT Math test which we were supposed to complete in 10 minutes as opposed to the 25 regular minutes for High Schoolers. All the questions were pretty easy, except I didn’t get to finish the test because we were out of time. In the end he kicked all of us out screaming “MY 12 YEAR OLD SON CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS!”

Oh well, better than the time I was accused of shoplifting at Korean supermarket, God I thought those samples were free!