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I've realized that I only remember my dreams under certain circumstances. I typically wake up twice every morning; the initial wake-up, then dozing off again for about twenty minutes before finally waking up again to start the day. During this twenty minutes I can make up some pretty crazy shit in my head. Most of my dreams are about somebody I know who is trying to hurt or kill me. The other remaining dreams deal with romantic flings with random women from my past.

I think one time I dreamt I was Batman. But that was a long time ago and I'm not that cool anymore.

On a sidenote, I'm leaving my douchey roommate and moving into a single this weekend. Joke's on him, because the printer, fridge, and microwave are MINE.

I've realized that I only remember my dreams under certain circumstances. I typically wake up twice every morning; the initial wake-up, then dozing off again for about twenty minutes before finally waking up again to start the day. During this twenty minutes I can make up some pretty crazy shit in my head. Most of my dreams are about somebody I know who is trying to hurt or kill me. The other remaining dreams deal with romantic flings with random women from my past. I think one time I dreamt I was Batman. But that was a long time ago and I'm not that cool anymore. On a sidenote, I'm leaving my douchey roommate and moving into a single this weekend. Joke's on him, because the printer, fridge, and microwave are MINE.

I spent the last few days working on the Gladiator Director's Cut, and it's finally done. All of the footage was reimported to my laptop and edited with iMovie. I also plan to put it on a DVD which I will sell for a million dollars.

I spent the last few days working on the Gladiator Director's Cut, and it's finally done. All of the footage was reimported to my laptop and edited with iMovie. I also plan to put it on a DVD which I will sell for a million dollars.

Last night I came to the horrific realization that I look EXACTLY LIKE BARRY MANILOW. Having come to accept this, I am going to record a tribute album that consists of me and this African organ-grinder I found on the street today. I'm not sure when the record will be released, but I will let you know and the first three-dozen orders will get a SIGNED personalized copy from me! Expect the numbers to be HUGE.

I skipped class to write this little article here. This morning I woke up at 8:48, brushed my teeth, and ran to work at nine, where I spent three hours chatting and playing a ported hi-res DOOM2 on my Mac. After work I had a pepperoni roll and Mountain Dew, courtesy of Duquesne University's wonderful meal plan. Then I stopped to check my mail; I received a postcard from the Bahamas that my aunt had mailed to me over a month ago. Then I came back here, to my dorm. When your roommate is gone this means you can rub your naked body all over every square inch of his stuff, and that's exactly what I did. I thought about going to my modern history class, but then I said "fuck it, I want to play more Doom!" So I did. Later on I'll probably pick up a withdrawal form for my Latin class. I haven't been to Latin in a week and a half. I still owe a test. I'm most likely failing--but that's okay, I'm a spoiled brat and I can take German next semester.

In about an hour I will go to my political systems class, where I will zone out for approximately seventy-five minutes. Then I'll get some dinner and vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles, and head back here. Tonight I will enjoy a venti™ vanilla latte from Starbucks and tap into the wireless network while listening to nine inch nails and writing two papers that are due tomorrow. As you can see, my day is pretty full, and tomorrow will most likely carry the same thing, except I will be working in the afternoon so I may watch a DVD. I might also have to squeeze in a shower tomorrow becuase I'm feeling pretty cheesy right now.

College is hard work.

I skipped class to write this little article here. This morning I woke up at 8:48, brushed my teeth, and ran to work at nine, where I spent three hours chatting and playing a ported hi-res DOOM2 on my Mac. After work I had a pepperoni roll and Mountain Dew, courtesy of Duquesne University's wonderful meal plan. Then I stopped to check my mail; I received a postcard from the Bahamas that my aunt had mailed to me over a month ago. Then I came back here, to my dorm. When your roommate is gone this means you can rub your naked body all over every square inch of his stuff, and that's exactly what I did. I thought about going to my modern history class, but then I said "fuck it, I want to play more Doom!" So I did. Later on I'll probably pick up a withdrawal form for my Latin class. I haven't been to Latin in a week and a half. I still owe a test. I'm most likely failing--but that's okay, I'm a spoiled brat and I can take German next semester. In about an hour I will go to my political systems class, where I will zone out for approximately seventy-five minutes. Then I'll get some dinner and vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles, and head back here. Tonight I will enjoy a ventiâ„¢ vanilla latte from Starbucks and tap into the wireless network while listening to nine inch nails and writing two papers that are due tomorrow. As you can see, my day is pretty full, and tomorrow will most likely carry the same thing, except I will be working in the afternoon so I may watch a DVD. I might also have to squeeze in a shower tomorrow becuase I'm feeling pretty cheesy right now. College is hard work.

Man dies after 50 Cent screening

Hip-hop star 50 Cent has said he is "saddened" after a fatal shooting at a Pennsylvania cinema where his film Get Rich Or Die Tryin' was screening. Sheldon Flowers, 30, was shot three times at the Loews Cineplex at West Homestead, near Pittsburgh, after an argument broke out between four people.

So this happened right down the road from where I live. Cool!

(I know you ain't there That's why I just want to let you know something bro You all know I love you You all know you're my homies And eh... Alright we'll talk later - peace!) [Violent J] Let me ask you this about this life we live And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner If they really missed you so much Why don't they just call a (Muthafucka) ? If you wasn't blood, would you still have love? Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love? Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here But my homies are family too, 3rd cousins' get outta here Who was you with when you got tattooed? And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms? And who the fuck threw up all over your car? And then felt worse than you about that shit in the morning? (Friends ya'll) [Shaggy 2 Dope] Who loaned you money, homie? Who owes you cash? (Who?) Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (Who?) I don't know much but I gotta assume When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other room [Chorus] We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES! We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo) HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine HOMIES! HOMIES! [Violent J] Have you ever had a job that you truly despise? Like I don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries And you got this boss who thinks he's the Don Mega Because he the head manager (Chief Chili Fry Maker) All you can vision is ya'll beating him down Your homies standing on his back while you kicking his head around But responsibility is there, I can't lie tho I'd of been plucked his fucking eye ball out with a chicken bone I'm crazy as fuck, i'll rip your peircings off And now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft [Shaggy 2 Dope] When you snuck the car out who did you get? (Who?) And when you got caught, who you blame the shit? (Who?) Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? (Who?) Homies, i'm talking about like you and yours [Chorus] We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES! We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo) HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine HOMIES! HOMIES! [Violent J, Anybody Killers, and Juggalos] You don't like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for everyone! Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby You don't like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for everyone! Runnin' with the homies until i'm old like Grady [Jamie Madrox] Me and my homies stay tight like a noose And if you step to one of us you better step to the whole crew I never knew that I could depend That I could have some friends that's down to the very end Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family And when we conquer the world We mackin' on the galaxy 'cause sky's the limit and we ain't finished And if my homies gonna ride ya know I'm with it [Monoxide Child] Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya'll I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call We world wide, were homies across the planet Sticking together like zippers on Michael Jackson's "Beat It jacket" They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya'll Hanging till we old and gray like grandpas (Psychopathic) [Chorus - Repeat somewhat] We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES! We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo) HOMIES! HOMIES! Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine HOMIES! HOMIES! You don't like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for everyone! Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby You don't like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for everyone! Runnin' with the homies until i'm old like Grady You don't like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for everyone! Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby You don't like me, you can fuck off! Carnival ain't for everyone! Swingin' hatches on the daily with my crew actin' crazy

This is the best $0.99 I've spent in a very long time.

(I know you ain't there
That's why I just want to let you know something bro
You all know I love you
You all know you're my homies
And eh... Alright we'll talk later - peace!)

[Violent J]
Let me ask you this about this life we live
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much
Why don't they just call a (Muthafucka) ?
If you wasn't blood, would you still have love?
Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here
But my homies are family too, 3rd cousins' get outta here
Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And who the fuck threw up all over your car?
And then felt worse than you about that shit in the morning? (Friends ya'll)

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Who loaned you money, homie?
Who owes you cash? (Who?)
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass? (Who?)
I don't know much but I gotta assume
When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the other room

[Chorus]
We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES!
We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo)
HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
HOMIES! HOMIES!

[Violent J]
Have you ever had a job that you truly despise?
Like I don't know maybe dish washin', or fuckin' flippin' fries
And you got this boss who thinks he's the Don Mega
Because he the head manager (Chief Chili Fry Maker)
All you can vision is ya'll beating him down
Your homies standing on his back while you kicking his head around
But responsibility is there, I can't lie tho
I'd of been plucked his fucking eye ball out with a chicken bone
I'm crazy as fuck, i'll rip your peircings off
And now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
When you snuck the car out who did you get? (Who?)
And when you got caught, who you blame the shit? (Who?)
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls? (Who?)
Homies, i'm talking about like you and yours

[Chorus]
We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES!
We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo)
HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
HOMIES! HOMIES!

[Violent J, Anybody Killers, and Juggalos]
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until i'm old like Grady

[Jamie Madrox]
Me and my homies stay tight like a noose
And if you step to one of us you better step to the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend
That I could have some friends that's down to the very end
Well that's my homeboys excuse me, my family
And when we conquer the world
We mackin' on the galaxy
'cause sky's the limit and we ain't finished
And if my homies gonna ride ya know I'm with it

[Monoxide Child]
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call
We world wide, were homies across the planet
Sticking together like zippers on Michael Jackson's "Beat It jacket"
They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya'll
Hanging till we old and gray like grandpas (Psychopathic)

[Chorus - Repeat somewhat]
We talkin' about HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
Our motha fuckin' HOMIES! HOMIES!
We throwin' up clown love signs (Real Juggalo)
HOMIES! HOMIES!
Talkin' about the Road Dogs of mine
HOMIES! HOMIES!

You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Runnin' with the homies until i'm old like Grady

You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Keep it in your click fuck the outside baby
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone!
Swingin' hatches on the daily with my crew actin' crazy

This is the best $0.99 I've spent in a very long time.

So I was thinking about pepperoni rolls and how they're one of the most comprehensive foods on the planet. They cover pretty much all of the major food groups. First you have the flaky, crusty exterior made of bread. There's your grain. Then you have a delicious layer of cheese. There is your dairy. Packed inside this little cocoon of cheese is a heat of pepperoni dripping with fat. Now you have meat and poultry. Now, you may be saying, "But Nick, you forgot the fruits and vegetables!" To this I shall retort: that's why you ask for dipping sauce.

Sometimes I feel like a pervert when I sit here behind my laptop watching people leave class. Then I remember that oh fuck I have to be in class in five minutes.

Today you'll get to hear all about my wonderful experience with web design. In the beginning... When I was in sixth grade I would spend all my time sitting around watching paint dry. One day I started to feel bored, so I opened MS Word and made a website. Thus, Berto Industries was born. It was perhaps the ugliest site to hit the internets at the time; although, in today's atrocious world of myspace and xanga it was pretty fashionable. I had the world at my fingertips, and I used it to showcase my various creations: the blue duck, the Clinton cookie, the meaning of life (it's a tennis ball). As time progressed, I graduated from MS Word to Frontpage Express, which came with, I believe, Office '97. As time grew on, my talents expanded, and Berto Industries became Berto Enterprises. Armed with an arsenal of clipart, MS paint, and a cracked copy of Paint Shop Pro, I was ready to conquer the internets. To parallel the growth of Berto Enterprises, my friend Joe's site, Amethyst Labs, took flight. Berto Enterprises, like its precedessor, was also one of the ugliest sites in existence. But it had class. It had character. It had soul. As my empire grew, my experience with HTML, image editing, and this little wonderful technology called CSS grew. I was experimenting with different programs such as Dreamweaver 4 and Photoshop 5. Life was grande. To infinity and beyond. My ever-growing presence inflicted a sense of notoriety on the elf community. I discovered the world of tables, rollovers, and Javascripts, eventually implementing them in one of the ugliest Asheron's Call websites ever created, which has since been hijacked by a dying guild. With the death of my involvement with Asheron's Call came ceonick.tripod.com, a showcase for boredom. Since then, Tripod has discontinued their service for me, but the memories of this useless piece of shit website live on. Some time passed and my creative excursions had taken a rest. Wars were fought; nations were founded; robots were killed; then a new site took shape, this time on my Adelphia. Inspired by Maddox's toilet bowl, this was a way for me to describe why I hated everything. And it was good. My traffic was decent (about ten hits per month), and as my website grew, so did my following. The Adelphia site never had a name. It was more like a project in how annoyingly pretentious I could make myself appear to the rest of the entire freaking world. This website lasted a few years. The birth of Killnick Killnick began, oddly enough, when I registered killnick.com. I was also able to get some cheap webhosting. I soon learned the art of PHP/MySQL, and devised some killer web design tactics, thus empowering me to create what I like to all the Web Site of the Future!!!!! It began as a blog, and it continued that way up until now. But it was a blog with substance. I was firing out rants left and right. The streets ran red with the blood of my enemies. And I was drinking wine from a golden goblet with beautiful women on either side of me. Life was good, until my web hosting provider went belly up. I changed to a different provider until they started extorting money from their customers. So I said, "fuck it," and stopped dabbling in the art of web design. About a year passed until I discovered Nearly Free Speech web hosting. Here was a simple, cheap, barebones hosting company that was pay-as-you-go. It seemed too good to be true. I had just gotten a new credit card so I decided to sign up. And then Killnick 2.0 was born. It went through a series of redesigns; each more mind-boggling than the previous. With each burst of creativity I felt as if I could dominate the world and defeat terrorism. It was beautiful. And that, my dear reader, brings us to present day. I've completely sold out and turned what was once an upstanding corporation into a pointless blog. You might be saying, "Oh No! Is this the end for Nick?" No it is not, my friends. In fact, this is only the beginning. *rides into the sunset*

Hello everyone. Today they started serving Christmas cups at Starbucks. There is a guy sitting on the fake leather couch who looks like Yellow Bastard. He is acting like an obnoxious prick, so I've decided to listen to music instead of him. My new Nine Inch Nails playlist is currently under construction. So far I have this much:

1. March of the Pigs
2. La Mer
3. Eraser
4. The Great Below
5. Getting Smaller
6. Starfuckers, Inc. (with the full ending, no abrupt cutoff)
7. And All That Could Have Been
8. Head Like a Hole
9. Dead Souls
10. The Big Come Down
11. Last

It's not finished yet, and it's not as good as my first nine inch nails mix, which I will not take the time to post here because I don't feel like it. Just take my word that it is the greatest fucking thing you've ever heard in your life. The yellow bastard and his friend have left; now the couch is being occupied by an amorous couple. I should be in class right now but Tuesdays and Thursdays contain the pointless classes that I can skip at my own volition. I should be writing about three different papers right now, but I'd rather waste time iwth my new Blogger. In fact, I should be worrying more about hacking the layout of this blog instead of filling it with content, but nobody will read it anyway. Hey everybody! I got paid today! [edit] I believe I may have finished nin 2.0:

1. march of the pigs
2. la mer
3. eraser
4. the great below
5. starfuckers, inc.
6. and all that could have been
7. head like a hole
8. dead souls
9. the big come down
10. reptile
11. getting smaller
12. complications of the flesh
13. the mark has been made
14. the downward spiral

My first nin mix:

1. somewhat damaged
2. sin
3. every day is exactly the same
4. the perfect drug
5. something i can never have
6. 10 miles high
7. you know what you are?
8. the only time
9. burn
10. only
11. complication
12. happiness in slavery
13. just like you imagined
14. into the void
15. underneath it all
16. the new flesh
17. right where it belongs

Pure gold. Listen to them now and your life will be better.

I'm currently working on switching from Wordpress to Blogger. Why? I guess because I felt like it. Will I continue to do this? I don't know. I'll keep you "post"ed. AHAHAHAHA. *guzzles clorox*