Chaff

2011-09-09T14:24:00.000-07:00

I think it's safe to say that I don't use this anymore.

Goodbye.

P.S. I'll leave it up indefinitely so that I can always come back and be embarrassed by what I used to write about.

2011-05-30T23:24:00.001-07:00

It is a vortex, formidable.

Sometimes I miss the darkness, we agreed.

The truth was elusive but plain,

You cannot miss something ever present.

An uncontrollable fountain of creativity,

I know I risk parts of myself everytime I drink from it.

It never disappeared,

You just filtered it.

It was still available to me in all it's fury,

But, with a little effort, I don't doubt that I could've made something beautiful,

It was purified.

You purified the basic parts of me.

2011-02-07T19:39:00.001-08:00

I want to go fishing.

2011-01-22T13:24:00.001-08:00

When I wake up. I'm excited to see the sun.

I look forward to my days.

Life isn't a cloudy thing for now.

I'd love it if it would stay like this for a long long time.

2011-01-12T10:46:00.001-08:00

Blogger is boring.

I have a tumblr, but it isn't appropriate. So I'm not going to link it.

If you find it, you aren't allowed to complain if you see something you don't want to. Just sayin'.

This.

2011-01-04T17:55:00.001-08:00

2010-12-31T17:13:00.001-08:00

"If times a song, I wont wait for its reprise
I am done wishing farewells and goodbyes
I wont let this place overshadow my birthright
I wont wait another eon "

2010-12-18T05:20:00.000-08:00

2011 goals (WIP)

~~Get a new job.~~
~~Get car insured.~~
~~Get an amp.~~
~~Stretch ears to 00ga.~~
Get eyebrow, tragus, venom, and numerous helix piercings.
Get first tattoo.
Don't spend any money. Wait. Damn it.
~~Never cut my hair.~~
Get a bloody grip.
~~Calgary, now.~~

2010-12-17T08:45:00.000-08:00

I've been binging again.

Nothing except metal. The more insane, the better. Been toying with avant-garde metal. It's mostly crazy.

Enjoying my fall into madness.

You wouldn't like it.

2010-12-10T09:47:00.001-08:00

Let's rewind time.

I'd let it play out exactly as before, I just want one more night.

2010-12-09T10:26:00.000-08:00

Heh.

I was free writing. It got a bit too free for you folk.

I'd be disappointed too.

2010-11-30T03:24:00.000-08:00

Seventeen was a good year.
Eighteen was decent. Passable. I'm ok with eighteen.
Nineteen. Sixteen days in...

Let's go back to seventeen.

Your assumptions are cute.

2010-11-29T21:48:00.000-08:00

I find myself pondering the most bizarre things at four thirty in the morning. I suspect that's a common trend among people. Sitting in darkness, quiet, the strangest of things will spring to mind. This morning, I found myself seriously considering the idea of tea.

Tea. What the heck. What kind of thing is that to stop and think about. I digress.

I'm infatuated with the concept of tea. The health of it, the image that it conveys, even the smell of it. I adore holding a hot cup of tea and losing myself in the aroma of it. I enjoy buying tea, knowing that it's not the norm, even as I'm aware that it isn't anything special. I love preparing tea. Using tea bags, or using other tea like accoutrements. Every so often I immerse myself in a culture that isn't my own, so I also tend to love just how British tea is.

I love tea. Until I put it in my mouth.

That's when I remember that it's hot water flavored with leaves. It usually takes me a week or two before I'm ready to lose myself in it's glorious concept again.

2010-11-28T23:53:00.001-08:00

Hi, my name is Matt, and I've failed you all.

Haiti

2010-10-31T07:09:00.000-07:00

Well, it's that time.

I'm off on an adventure. Pictures and stories to follow upon my return.

Two weeks in Haiti.

LATER.

2010-10-30T02:25:00.001-07:00

I suppose ten posts was a lofty goal for a lazy bum such as myself.

Oh well.

I don't mind. You shouldn't either.

2010-10-29T04:09:00.001-07:00

I stopped feeling guilty. Oh, about a month ago.

How about that?

2010-10-26T21:29:00.000-07:00

OH CRAP I'M BEHIND.

I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO IMPART AT THIS TIME.

I'M EXCITED FOR HAITI.

CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL.

2010-10-14T00:10:00.000-07:00

Roll over, wake up, get dressed, go to work, burn myself, go home, plug in, unplug, undress, crawl under the covers, roll over, sleep forever.

sleep forever

2010-10-04T19:46:00.000-07:00

I'm frustrated.

For a silly reason.

November 11th is a day that I consider remarkably important. I shouldn't need to go into the details.

I'm in Haiti for November 11th this year. I'll be there helping make life livable for people down there. Yet, I'm still upset that I won't be here to honour the people who fought and died to make life livable at home.

There's nothing I can do about it, aside from taking my moment of silence in Haiti.

Rats.

2010-10-04T14:24:00.001-07:00

Haha! Freedom is now mine.

The world is my oyster.

Hi, hello.

2010-10-03T03:31:00.000-07:00

Life's hard enough without worrying about the things you have no control over.

Wiser men than I have already made this point, and as such, I figure it should be taken more seriously.

However, saying something is far easier than putting said thing into action.

Nevertheless, we're four days or so into feeling like a human again. So I'm on top of the world.

I burnt my knuckle on the fry lamp at work. It doesn't hurt, but it does look funny.

Twenty nine days until I leave for Haiti. Aw yeah.

2010-10-01T03:24:00.000-07:00

I'm going to post at least ten times this month.

Boom. Goaled.

Today was better. I'm turning around a bit. For no particular reason. I just wish this could have happened a month ago. I could have avoided a lot of damage.

However. My sob story is highly uninteresting.

Not that I have anything else to talk about. Rats.

I'm afraid of life after Haiti. I don't know what I'm going to do. Not really. Life is scary, guys. I sort of hate it. I miss the simplicity of what I used to have. I wish I'd known what I know now. Screw you, hindsight.

2010-09-29T21:18:00.001-07:00

I'm over you tonight, but I can't speak for tomorrow.

2010-09-29T00:26:00.000-07:00

I made a mistake, as young people are prone to do.

And now it feels like I'm going to fly apart. Spiraling out of control. I can't think straight. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to be near anything.

I want to sleep forever.

And then longer still.

It astonishes me how the most amazing of things can cause me such distress.

I'm going to go fall asleep in my regrets.

2120

2010-09-22T21:21:00.000-07:00

I don't like this layout anymore than the last one. I was just tired of looking at a cheery blog.

2317

2010-09-21T23:35:00.000-07:00

I'm collecting words.

That I'm not a fan of. Words that I've written together into pictures I'm not fond of.

I have to keep them somewhere though. So I have them tucked away.

You can't see them.

You have to wait for the stories I'm proud of.

Too clever.

2010-09-13T23:27:00.001-07:00

Arachnophobia

2010-08-24T00:49:00.000-07:00

I don't particularly understand the common human distaste for arachnids. Nor do I pretend to.

I do, however, prescribe to it.

Not that I want to, of course. I don't really care about spiders. They shouldn't bother me, as they can't cause me any real harm. In British Columbia, particularly in Kamloops, the most dangerous spider is the Black Widow. Which is poisonous, sure, but hardly a concern for an adult. Their bite may cause some swelling, and if you react poorly, you may develop some flu-like symptoms. Yet, nothing life threatening, for sure. Barely even troublesome.

So. When a wolf spider wanders into my bedroom, I should treat it as any other bug. Squash it with my finger, and then put it in the garbage. No problem. Yet, I freak out. Destroy it with a box, and am now incredibly uncomfortable in my room.

Spiders are stupid.

2010-08-15T01:19:00.000-07:00

I want to hit things.

I want to lash out and tear things apart.

I can't see the beauty.

I can't see the light.

I can't see the future, nor the past.

I'm lost, and I can't find my way.

I'm desperate and foolish.

I'm tired. I'm so tired.

I'm sick. Sick of the darkness.

Sick of the darkness.

My mouth burns with fire.

As my mind burns with fury.

It's inching closer. Slowly closer.

I know it's coming, but it's so far away.

My body has lost it's strength.

My mind has lost it's tenacity.

I struggle, constantly.

I fear.

I loathe.

And I fear.

And I'm so tired.

Tomato explosion all over the place!

2010-08-11T01:23:00.000-07:00

Skillet. Ohhhh, Skillet.

Actually, that does tie in, shut up and listen.

So that might have been the most tiring weekend of my entire life. It all began on Friday. Do you wish to hear more? I hope so, I should be in bed, but am blogging instead. Appreciate me.

Friday. I worked 3-11. Closed Walmart. It was a gigantic gong show and I hated my life the entire time. I got home, and went about my post work business. You know. Poopin'. Not really. I prepped myself for the next day. Umm. Saturday. I got my clothes laid out, and put my stuff in a bag. Why would I do such a preposterous thing you ask? Rudely I might add. I was headed to Surrey that very Saturday. To go to Rock the River Fraser Valley. Awesome, I know. Anyways, I'm getting ahead of myself. So I set my stuff out, and then climbed into bed for approximately six hours of sleep. Lots of sleep. I woke up at seven thirty or so. Showered, straightened my hair (bad idea.) and hopped into my clothing. I went upstairs to get myself all ready for my day. Now. It was around eight thirty, and I was already tired. Partially due to my late night/ busy day previous/ lack of things to do. I got picked up by my amigo, Kurt, and we headed off into the glow of morning. We stopped at the church to load the cars with other folk and then zoomed off to Merritt for some breakfast. Tim Hortons lunch sandwiches are way better than their stupid breakfast. Burn. I went there. So I grabbed my breakfast and loaded into Curt's car. What. A change in K/Curt? Yes. Yes, that happened. Plugging in some rad tunes, we continued on our journey. We got to Surrey at some time I don't remember. We picked up some lunch prior to heading over to the festival grounds. Curt and I made a daring choice and proceeded to partake of Taco Bell's new promotion, the Boxmaster. It was a true delight. I wish I could write here that we mastered the Boxmaster, but it was not so. Shameful, I'm aware. During this time, I also snagged a sweet pink poncho to keep the rain off me. I forgot it in Surrey, sad face. We went over to the festival grounds and got situated. We listened to many bands, and I enjoyed about half of the music. The rest of it was awful. That's ok. I don't really mind, since my ticket was only ten bucks. Don't complain when your ticket is only ten bucks. Umm. Starfield, Downhere, and Skillet were brilliant. Skillet in particular performed a dazzling show that has effectively forced me to start listening to them again. So that's been happening a lot as of late. However. The weekend hasn't ended yet, so let's get back to that. Heading back to Kamloops I moved over to a third car, and joined some other friends. The trip back was a combination of much energy, zero energy and a lot of singing. Interspersed throughout each other. It was pretty sweet actually. We got home around two thirty, and I being the clever bean that I am, stayed up until around three, three thirty. Brilliant, especially since I had to get up the next morning to help lead worship. So. Three/four hours of sleep later, I wake up and head to the church once more. Practice went well enough, and the set went pretty swell for such short notice. I may or may not have nodded off during one of the songs for a moment. It may or may not have been one of the most terrifying moments of my life. After church I headed home with Andrew and we partook of pizza and each other's company. Good times were had. I was dying at this time from my lack of sleep, but my day had only just begun. You see, I worked this last Sunday. I picked up a shift because I'm a kind soul, and was at my job for seven hours that day. 3-10. I seriously thought I was going to die. I had to walk home from work, and I forgot shoes. It was not smiles times, my friends. The best part, is that this should've been the end of it all. The rules of the universe should say that after nonsense such as that, I should be permitted at least twelve hours to rest as I see fit. Of course not. I worked at eight on Monday morning. I got home at eleven, went to bed sometime around one, and was up at six. Monday, was the worst day, work wise, I've had in months. After work, I headed over to a shindig at Kyley's place and had a riot. That may be partially due to my sleep deprived brain finding everything amusing in some way, at least when it's not trying to kill me by nodding off during dangerous activities. Like walking. I got home from that shebang and wanted to shower more than my life is worth. However, I was running into walls and was beginning to hallucinate a little. So instead, I grabbed a towel, threw it on my pillow and slept like an inebriated gopher. Which I like to pretend is really quite well. I woke up Tuesday morning, showered and headed to work once more. It was not a bad day in the slightest, and I think I owe it entirely to the sleep.

So. The lesson from all these shenanigans?

Keep busy when you're sleep deprived, or you'll fall over.

Ha, you thought I'd learned a lesson. Pft.

No.

So, that was my first real concert experience, and quite an entertaining weekend. Now I must head back to that bed thing that I have. Rest for tomorrow, lest I have another terrible day. Heaven forbid, right?

Toodles, folks!

Kebob.

2010-08-07T01:36:00.000-07:00

First ever concert experience tomorrow. Psyched.

Expect babble about it when I return. Or not. Entirely possible that I won't. I'm bad that way.

YAY.

Excepts from "The Hollow Men", T.S. Eliot (Also some interpretation. Sue me.)

2010-07-31T04:39:00.000-07:00

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

this is the way the world ends this is the way the world endsthisisthewaytheworldends

not with a bang but a whimper

title

2010-07-28T00:31:00.001-07:00

"if you meet someone who happens to be like you, even in the simplest ways, always give that person a chance to be someone in your life. regardless of any circumstances. forget fear of losing them in the future, and forget your fear of other's prejudices.

we are all strange creatures on a planet of 6.7 billion people, and us meeting others that resemble us is such a beautiful thing.

treating it as anything less than a miracle would be stupid."

-Montana Cumming

Adaptations of sight

2010-07-13T00:13:00.000-07:00

A vesper of light,
Swirling through air, cascading,
Pulchritudinous

2010-07-04T23:28:00.000-07:00

So much post-hardcore and punk lately.

Also, good camping trip.

My allergies are amazing. So brutal. My nose feels like fire.

I'm in an absolutely wretched mood. Maybe I'll write later. Soon. Hopefully.

Mustache club

2010-06-14T00:03:00.001-07:00

You should join it. You know you want to.

That is all.

2010-05-31T00:37:00.001-07:00

Black is back.

Maybe my blog should follow suit.

I doubt that I will find the time.

Not to mention that this night grows shorter with each passing second.

Black is no fun during the day.

So I might be fine.

2010-05-12T02:04:00.001-07:00

Seriously?

That happened.

I give up.

Woops

2010-05-03T14:09:00.001-07:00

That was not supposed to be there at all.

I don't like having cold feet.

2010-04-30T05:23:00.000-07:00

I wonder if you remember a post that I posted many moons ago. About all of my completely rational fears. Bug sized cars and what not.

Tonight, betwixt normal thoughts, I seem to be fretting again.

Except this time they don't seem to be nearly as amusing. This eve, I seem to be pondering the things I actually do fear.

This isn't to say that my true fears aren't preposterous too, they're just more... threatening to me. I don't know, don't make me explain this portion further, I'm just trying to entertain you a little.

There is a little more prefix to go through before you get to the fear part. Sit tight.

I have found that lots of people, my friends, and people I really don't know but stalk via the internet, enjoy letting others know the things that make them happy. In theory, very entertaining, especially when the things that make you happy are silly or are easy to relate to. I don't doubt that one day very shortly I will sit down and type out many of the things that I find bring me some small deal of pleasure in this world. I just keep freaking out that the list is going to be tiny and I'm going to realize that nothing makes me happy and that I actually hate life. Then I'm going to have to start wearing dark makeup and writing even more awful poetry.

Good segue, hey?

So yeah, I worry about suddenly realizing that I don't like anything. Hasn't happened yet.

I worry consistently about bothering other people with my problems. Like, if I'm telling someone about how I'm upset about this thing or the other, that I'm simply boring them with my drivel. I very recently was talking to a dear friend about things that were causing me a great deal of distress at the time. Early morning, you know who you are. Despite all the evidence to the contrary, I couldn't help but spend the entire conversation worrying that I was driving them mad with my pathetic problems. This is rather the ironic fear, as I am definitely one of those people who is willing to listen to anyones troubles, no matter who, about no matter what.

I worry that I'm going to alienate someone I care for with some off hand comment. The wrong thing said at the wrong time. I don't think I've managed to do this yet, but I do believe that's why it's a fear, yeah?

I worry that I'm never going to find something that I am legitimately good at.

Balding. Explains itself, thank you.

I worry about being single forever, or even worse, jumping into a foolish relationship simply out of desperation.

I worry that I'm going to be stuck here forever. Acting out the motions of life, working, eating, and sleeping. What a dreadful thing, that we have such a magnificent world, and yet people are unwilling to explore it.

A few of many.

Complex creatures we are, so capable of fear. It's good to remember how we are equally capable of hope, and through hope, action, and through action, life. Regardless of the fears that try to cripple us.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

2010-04-23T04:07:00.000-07:00

I wish I could draw.

I would fill my room with drawings of David Tennant and Christopher Eccleston. As their incarnations of The Doctor, of course.

I saw those looks. I'm no creep.

They would be flying over worlds in The TARDIS, and battling Daleks, and Cybermen. Billie Piper can come along, I like her too, oh and John Barrowman, and Freema Agyeman.

Noel Clarke too, if he stays quiet. Jeez.

Yes. All Doctor Who characters. Get over it. I can do what I wish with my imaginary talents.

In all seriousness though. If I could draw. I would devote a great deal of time to decorating my room with pictures of these people. And you people. You folk reading this. Hey, it's a nice sentiment! Don't look at me like that.

Yeah, my obsessive side is starting to show. I get a huge kick out of Doctor Who. British accents, quirky characters, the concept of free travel. Fighting the forces of evil. It's a great thing to me. I might be a bit more into it than is normal, but I've never claimed to be so inclined.

It evens me out, makes me a bit happier. Makes me dream again.

I think that's what The Doctor is all about. Dreams, and making them real.

Restless

2010-04-07T06:26:00.000-07:00

-May I offer a proposition here and say that according to science, time is relative. Now, according to creationism, time follows God's movements. Two mutually compatible, verifiable laws of the universe. As such, six thousands years can be either an arbitrary label invented by power hungry charlatans, or a valid number based of the length of God's day, and Man's year.-

I stumbled across a quote rather similar to this a couple of week ago. I rewrote it as best as I could remember it. The relativity of time has always fascinated me. The very concept of time is brilliant.

I thought some of you might find this interesting.

2010-04-01T04:44:00.000-07:00

I don't particularly care for April Fools.

I realized tonight, that I seem to have a tendency to complain a great deal about the hand that I have been dealt. I tend to complain to myself a great deal more than I do to others, and I hope that this statement rings true to everyone. If I actually am just the most annoying person ever, please, tell me in a tactful fashion. Haha, no one wants to get their feelings hurt.

In any case, what I'm trying to get at is that I seem to complain, and not act. Whereas, it makes far more sense to either shut up and get around to doing the things that would make my life better, or instead to shut up and just deal with it. Either of these options would probably make me feel significantly better during my late night shenanigans. I tend to sit in front of my computer and mope about what I could be doing better with my life. Of course, I do this whilst I stare blankly at the computer screen. When I could be sleeping. Preparing for the next day, wherein I could do some of the things that I wish that I did.

Idiot.

Haha, maybe not quite. Unmotivated, maybe. Even so, I seem to have figured this out a little bit, and as a result, I'm going to do my best in the next little while to get my act together. I have a few outstanding tasks that need to be completed before my life can move forward in a meaningful fashion. I have no doubts that I can get them done within the week if I set my mind to it. However, this could quite possibly mean an end to my late night activities. As I can't seem to be a productive member of society when I sleep all day. Another revelation brought about seemingly by a lack of sleep.

This entire blog post thus far has been written in a rapid fire fashion, which hopefully explains the amount of rambling that I am doing. I seem to be finding it to be calming. Listening to some soft happy music also seems to be calming me. I plan on talking a walk as soon as I am done with this post. Yeah, it's five in the morning. I don't really mind. I'm really hoping the birds are already out in force. That would make me a happy boy. Oh, so happy.

I've written out a small list of things that I desire. All of them cost more money than I have immediate access too. So I'm going to have to do some budgeting and some saving. Buy some things with gift money instead of work money which is going towards other important ventures. Maybe, anyways. Haha, I'm the worst with money, and I know it quite well. We'll all see, I suppose. If I suddenly have a plethora of new things, you will know that I have failed epicly in my quest to find some sort of control in my life. Hehe.

So, this may very well be the longest blog post I've written in months. That's rather pleasing to me. Although it might set something silly. Like a precedent.

Don't expect long posts from me. Ever.

This is a treat from my person to your person. Personal eyes. Of course.

Oh, hey. You know that tendency I have to end my longer posts with some sort of music, or song? Well, that's not happening this time. You know what? I don't think I'm even going to fini

2010-03-30T13:19:00.001-07:00

I have a terrible confession.

I collect weird looking food.

I have deformed candies littered around my room in little containers.

2010-03-24T03:32:00.000-07:00

2010-03-03T04:47:00.001-08:00

Succumb to the sound of a heart in overdrive.

2010-02-22T00:37:00.000-08:00

My face itches.

I have drawn a distinct correlation between M&M's and delicious.

Munchkin should be a thing done far more often.

My basement is usable now, I don't know what to do with myself.

Headphones deliver greater sound quality. Surprise!

I'm growing pretty weary of my phone.

My desire to learn acoustic guitar is getting stronger.

My complete adoration of the bass guitar is in direct opposition however.

I need to eat more fruit. Bring me bananas.

I'm getting sick, I must quash this illness with rage. Posthaste.

30 Rock is quite possibly one of the best shows on television.

The temptation to sleep is not strong enough. Need to build a device to make desire stronger.

I need more decorations for my room, and the basement in general.

I need a new job. One that pays significantly better. Preferably one that will teach me new things, and hopefully related to computers, or biotechnology.

I really ought to get a new piercing. I'm thinking something innocuous. Tragus maybe. Eyebrow area. Not sure.

The sanitizer at work smells like something from Haiti. It makes it hard to concentrate.

I want to learn a new skill. Computer programming, maybe. NERDY.

Lists bring me pleasure. Normal people pleasure. You freak.

2010-02-14T00:31:00.000-08:00

Obligatory: incumbent or compulsory

So says dictionary.com.

That's what I feel about this particular blog post, as it relates to V-Day. Today.

I wish it was just any other day. Instead, it's a day where the I will inevitably dwell on the fact that I am single. Single. Not a fan of the word.

There are all sorts of things I could go into. The concepts of love. Whether or not I feel ready for love. Etc.

However, it's unnecessary, as at the end of the day, I will still be in a poor mood as a result of the day.

Hope you lucky folk do enjoy the day.

untitled

2010-02-13T03:39:00.001-08:00

-We watched the sun rise,

Hues of fire and life danced,

Across our little world,

We were together at last,

Forevermore lay before us,

Yet here we lay,

Ensorcelled in the majesty of it all,

Enraptured by the caress of the wind,

Together we press forward,

Under the constructs of cloud,

The stars creep above us,

With indescribable wonder,

We quietly await the new dawn,

Because silence is required,

Before music can be found,

And I don't want to miss the birds,-

I'm cool too, guys!

2010-02-07T22:51:00.000-08:00

Wikipedia

Matthew is the standard English for the Hebrew Bible name Μαθθαιος, a Koine Greek transliteration of the Aramaic diminutive מתי (Mattay, Maty). From Latin Matthæus, the English spelling Matthew comes directly from the French Matthieu (earlier Matheu). Ultimately derived from the Hebrew name מתתיהו (Matatyahu, Mattathias) or מתיתיהו (Matityahu, Mattithiah), Matthew means "gift of YHWH". The Hebrew name is also spelled מתניהו (Matanyahu, Mattaniah). Related names include נתניהו (Netanyahu, Nethaniah), and with swapped syllables יהונתן (Yehonatan, Jonathan).

A common name in the West, it is traditionally spelled "Matthew" in English, but sometimes "Mathew", and even as the Muslim name Mathyu. Matt is the most common hypocoristic form of the name in English. "Matthew" can also be a middle name, and the English surnames Matthew, Matthews, Mathis, Mathewson, and Mattison are among many family names derived from it.
The name "Matthew" has historically been distinguished from the related but less common (in English) name Matthias, and is clearly distinguished in most other European languages.

Matthew the Evangelist

Matthew, Apostle, and once a tax collector, composed the Gospel of Christ.

Urban Dictionary

Matt:

An extremely good looking male, otherwise known as a Sexy Beast. Throughout history, Matts have been known to be an exceptional specimen of the human male. The 'Matt' are often popular due to their social adeptness.

Girl 1: Hey, did you see that new movie 300? It was kick ass.
Girl 2: Of course! It was like a movie of 300 half-naked Matts!

This is what called dedication!

2010-01-29T01:49:00.001-08:00

Headache. Check.

Burning eyes. Check.

Tired as a tired guy. Check.

Senseless desire to blog for beautiful people. Check.

Anyways.

iPad. Hahaha! Done.

Well, I've grown too tired to finish this. Too bad. Maybe later.

I tried, I promise.

Nocturnal Notions

2010-01-26T01:46:00.001-08:00

On the rare occasion, particular to night.

I fret about ludicrous happenings.

Such as awakening and having forgotten all of my friends faces.

Or forgetting how to walk whilst in the middle of a downtown expedition.

If all the cars on the road suddenly transformed into car sized bugs.

Various other things as well.

Makes me want to crawl into my bed and never get out.

Crawling into my bed and never finding my way out. That's a good one too.

2010-01-21T21:56:00.000-08:00

"We sure set a lot of dogs on fire, Sufjan.

I know! It was more than I had planned, actually."

For God so loved the world...

2010-01-17T02:17:00.000-08:00

I think, occasionally, we forget.

We forget all sorts of things.

We forget what it was like to be a kid.

We forget what it was like to be cared for.

We forget what it is like to be the new person.

We forget what it is like to be needed.

We forget what it is like to be challenged.

We forget what it is like to be loved.

We forget what it is like to feel safe.

We forget what it is like to be all sorts of things.

It's very comforting to me, knowing that I can forget these things from time to time.

To know that a man. Who lived and walked with this world. Suffered so that we could forget things like this.

So that we could forget, and be reassured.

I've been doing a great deal of thinking about this. Why I'm a Christian. Why I would make the sacrifices that I do.

A friend of mine summed it up rather nicely, and I agree with his personal understanding.

His is different than mine, as is to be expected. This is my summary.

I have had personal, viable experience with God. I have seen his guiding hand in my life, and the lives around me. Doing only good things. I have experienced Jesus Christ, directly. In a way that many people can't understand. I believe in a loving Father, who will care for me, and guide me through all my days here on this earth.

Skepticism is to be expected in a world governed by knowledge, as I believe ours is currently. Knowledge is the new God. Knowledge being directly related to science. It is bad science to believe something that you can in no way explain or show evidence for. Which makes my faith seem, by way of relation, bad.

But, I suppose you could say that faith is both good science, and bad science. I can not show you physical proof of God's existence, no more than I can hand to you a box of gravity. So it seems to be bad science; however, science is all about observation. Good science is making observation. I understand that there is more to it than that, but please, bear with me. I have observed God's presence in this world. In many different ways. A simple example being my mother's life. I would ask you to ask me if you care to know more about that story.

I am by all means a "science" person. I have on numerous occasions asked myself why I would be so foolish as to believe in something completely intangible and completely lacking in evidence. It's because God has shown himself to me.

Sometimes I forget these things, that I have related to you. Yet, as I said. I have been reassured, by the presence of an almighty God.

I figured a blog post went well with the theme of publicly announcing my faith.

I'm getting baptized.

Charmed, a trillion trite apologies

2010-01-14T00:27:00.000-08:00

I was lying. No apologies.

Well, welcome to my new home. I'm pretty happy with it. I might spruce it up with some pictures and some words and what not.

This is it, my 2010 home.

Want to hear some plans? Good. Another list!

-Participate in NaBloPoMo

-Write more in general

-Use a higher standard of vocabulary

-Have a segment. TILT would be an inspiration. But it would have to be different. (Hear that? You're an inspiration.)

-I would love to drag someone else into this glorious world of self expression and deep thought. Original material. (I'm getting sarcastic here.) I'm talking about blogs!

Done!

For real life though? Some plans for the year? Well, the fourteenth of January isn't too late to start. Lists!

-Get better at bass

-Go back to school

-Go to bible school instead

-Learn how to play the piano

-Read the Bible through and through

-Start Judo again

-Start working out

-Get mad abs

That seems good to me. I know they won't all happen, but hopefully some of them. That's what goals are for, yeah?

Well, that's all this foolish brain can sputter out right now.

Trepidatious Changes

2010-01-13T03:13:00.000-08:00

Within the week, this blog will be made anew.

It's a new year. I suppose that's reason enough. I haven't quite decided on a motif yet.

We'll see.

I've been rather partial to this one, but change is always good. I just need a good name.

I'll think of something. I'm good at that.

Vita Pulchris Est

2009-12-31T04:07:00.000-08:00

I never seem able to stick to my plans.

I told myself that I would go to bed at two. So that waking up at ten would be reasonable.

It's four eleven now.

So, 2010, hey? It's seems like no time at all. I mean, an entire year has passed already? What have I accomplished in a year? What could I have accomplished in that year?

Well, let's start with some positives. A list seems appropriate.

A list!:

- I no longer feel like a burden at my job. A delightful feeling.

- My hair is longer than most of my male friends hair. Combined.

- I've made and solidified some startlingly good friendships. That I am infinitely grateful for.

- I've gained some weight. I think.

- I graduated. Mostly. Heh.

- I'm considerably better at the bass than I was a year ago. I still have a long way to go before I can call myself proficient of course.

- I've made many a person smile.

- I still haven't written a book, but that's alright. I have some ideas.

- I watched a good friend get married to the man that she loves. I look forward to more of these... "marriages" in the future.

A succinct list for a long year.

Inversely, I've done some things I regret. I don't think a list of those things would make for good blogging material however. I might be able to sum it up in an appropriate manner, though.

I've loved. I've lost. I've been hurt. I'm certain that I've caused some hurt. I've been passionate. I've been dispassionate. I've been tested. I've failed. I've lived some, and I've died some.

Have I grown since this hour last year? Definitely. Will I continue to grow? I believe so. Indefinitely, if you will.

This coming year, I will do something irrational. Something crazy. Something mundane. Something awe inspiring. I will make the absolute best of this eighteenth year of my life. For if my eighteenth year of life is the best one yet, then I will have a brilliant blueprint for my nineteenth year.

I never want to have a "best year of my life".

That would mean that none of my years to come would be capable of out-doing it. Every year from this year on will only be better than the last.

So let it be written. So let it be done.

Even heathens can get the concept right. Haha.

A friend of mine taught me a phrase in Latin. One that I hold especially dear to my heart. That phrase resides at the top of this post, as the title.

Vita Pulchris Est. Life is beautiful.

And it is.

2009-12-31T03:56:00.000-08:00

You will likely desire to click on the above image.

I would recommend doing so.

2009-12-27T01:39:00.000-08:00

2009-12-05T00:47:00.000-08:00

This made me smile.

DO NOT WANT

2009-12-03T17:01:00.001-08:00

2009-12-02T04:04:00.000-08:00

"If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put you and me together.

"Me" isn't even a letter.

I'd make it a letter, baby.

But you would inconvenience every kindergarten in the world! They'd have to redo all the letters above the chalkboards!

I'd buy them new paint with taxpayer money.

Oh, you're bad."

2009-11-25T02:42:00.000-08:00

I guess I should have mentioned this. At some point.

I didn't want to though. So too bad.

I leveled up about a week and a half ago. Here's an updated view of my character page.

---Mattu
LV: 18
Class: Wage Slave
HP: 100/100
MP: 0/0
STR: Average
INT: Above Average
SPD: Above Average
SPECIAL: Musicality. Potential to not be a wage slave in the future.
WEAPONS: A sharp tongue, and a rockin' bass.

Hopefully I remember to do this next year as well. Maybe this could be a tradition, man I'm cool.

2009-11-17T04:41:00.000-08:00

Liquid sin,
Ambrosiac and amnesiac,
Anemic,
You're bleeding deeply,
Crying softly,
Dying,
Drinking,
Decadent,
Out of control,
Burning,
Your lungs on fire,
Your mind frozen,
Untouchable,
Safe

Spectacular

2009-11-15T01:31:00.001-08:00

Is really all I have to say about yesterday/today.

2009-11-11T20:43:00.000-08:00

So, I'd like to apologize for never blogging about cool stuff.
I know you guys must hate reading this things so..I'll stop.
K bye.

-Between the crosses, row on row.-

2009-11-11T03:19:00.000-08:00

At the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, the Armistice was signed. Bringing an end to one of the most horrifying chapters of human history.

It has been ninety one years since the end of World War I. Somehow, humanity hasn't learnt it's lesson. World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Afghanistan, Iraq. Humans continue to throw each other, at each other, to die.

Today, I personally intend to spend the day remembering those brave souls who gave all that they had to defend freedom and peace, as best as they knew how.

Remembering the fallen of the past, remembering the fallen of the present.

Mourning the fallen yet to come.

I for one will be bowing my head at the eleventh hour, this eleventh day of this eleventh month of this year two thousand and nine. To remember those who gave their lives.

Dreamers Delecation

2009-11-03T14:00:00.000-08:00

Figured out the name of my computer last night.

Very bizarre way to find out really.

Had a dream, my computer was there. I could talk to my computer. It talked back.

Scottish accent.

His name is Seamus O' Callaghan.

He's a bit of a jerk.

Enter

2009-11-01T13:32:00.001-08:00

Life goal for next year.

Two costumes for Halloween.

Bumble bee.

Black metal musician.

Not at the same time, that's ridiculous.

Early morning exposition

2009-10-30T04:49:00.000-07:00

The Expedition

Excerpt from the above. (It won't make nearly as much sense to you as it does to me, as I have played the games associated with. In retrospect, this won't really make any sense at all. I will also link the games. Just in case you are a cool person and want to be entertained by entertainment.)

"When I am taken, all my memories will fade, crowded out by eternal suffering. My imagination takes over and I see myself struggling through the body of the King, wracked with agonies and unable to remember any other existence. I know that I will have no more thoughts of freedom or safety or home because my very understanding of the concepts will be lost to me and it hurts.

But for now I am a man and my mind is still my own. I am still a rifleman of Captain Troughton’s Special Brigade. I am still an Englishman in the service of the Ministry of Occultism. They sent us here to write reports. So this is my report. I know it will never be read and it hurts"

Also, here are the games. They are spectacular, I adored them. Do it up.

The Chzo Mythos Games

Day two

2009-10-26T14:39:00.000-07:00

Of my foray into the world of the working man.

I have begun working full time. So forty hours a week. I'm not quite sure what I think of it yet.

It kills any sort of evening activities, but it makes my weekends completely available. Which is of course quite lovely.

There isn't really any other news. I haven't really pulled any supremely interesting thoughts away from this week. Although there is always the potential for more. I do work with Ken this week, and he does happen to be a primary source of bouncing ideas off of.

2009-10-19T19:06:00.000-07:00

~Ode to Irony

Poem could not be completed due to author being a fish.

Ambrosiac and amnesiac, anemic

2009-10-19T04:12:00.000-07:00

I pretty much love my sleep pattern.

Just sayin'.

Got to say that I'm not looking forward to leaving McDonalds one day. What a strange thing to say, hey? I know, McDonalds isn't the most glamorous job. I love my job though. I adore the greater majority of the people that I work with. Even if they don't know it.

I do my best to prevent them from knowing this.

Oh, while still talking about work, I have Halloween off. Since it's a Saturday, and I don't work those.

I'm fairly excited.

Also, in November, I have my birthday off. Also on a Saturday. Pretty sweet I must admit.

Wow, I'm turning eighteen. I'm almost done with the "carefree" years. Why didn't I use them better. Why didn't I have awesome friends sooner? What a waste.

2009-10-10T02:19:00.000-07:00

This week, I am going to go to the University, to talk to an academic advisor about my schooling, and how much of it I can get done next semester.

I need to get my schooling started. I'm tired of working for life. I really want to be able to complain about school too.

French may or may not be a major part of my schooling. If I can slip it in, I am definitely taking a few courses. I love the French language with a passion matching my love for the English language.

We will see. I'm pretty excited to get started with University. It seems like the jump off point for life. New beginnings and what not.

Skittles, I love you.

2009-10-08T13:57:00.000-07:00

Ho hum.

What to do when work is plentiful and friends are aggravating?

Work, then complain. =P

So, actually, I don't mind that you guys go on with your lives without me, but I really do mind. Like actually, it's not a big deal.

You jerks.

So, Kurtus, my main village man, got me approximately five gigs of music a couple of days ago.

It's amazing.

Umm, I don't really have much to say. Working a lot usually drains me of interesting blog posts.

Maybe one day I will tell you about my surrogacy chambers idea. I doubt it though.

2009-10-05T20:09:00.000-07:00

Was going to blog.

Changed my mind.

I love you too.

Language considerations

2009-09-29T14:15:00.000-07:00

So, I have decided on something. I want to learn some more French. Since I don't know enough.

I adore the French language.

Maybe one day I will find a way to do so. Fill up a block up at "ye olde university".

Transformation in effect

2009-09-28T17:56:00.001-07:00

Ordered new glasses.

Need to get hair dyed.

Then I will be a new creature once more.

Black lights and scattered cards

2009-09-23T01:32:00.000-07:00

So, my favorite thing about closing is that when I get home, no one is awake.
Which does of course mean only one thing.

No pants.

So if you would please imagine me typing this in just my skivvies, that would be greatly appreciated.

So, I have something for you guys. Perhaps you remember my reference to the Driftless Pony Club a while back.

Here's the music video to one of their songs. I think they are rad. Just sayin'.

Ominous Oysters Observing Opulent Omens

2009-09-16T22:35:00.000-07:00

So, it seems I have the mad skills of alliteration too, Andrew.

I have a few things I want to touch on tonight. That could mean a longer blog post, but I doubt it. I just don't have the gift of the gab. My posts must be succinct.

First. Music. Bass has been going nicely. I want to take lessons. I think that would help me progress. That's really something I need to think about setting up myself though. It's getting to be time for me to start growing up as far as things like that go. Flute. I spent two thousand dollars on my flute, and it just sits there. Very upsetting. I need to do something to make it appealing again. Main instruments aside though I have a saxophone waiting for me to clean it and buy some reeds. Then I can be the Jazz master! Yay! Also, I want to learn the drums. I want to be able to drum along to some sweet bands. Like Dying Fetus, Dethklok, and Cannibal Corpse. Mmm, yes.

Second. Work. I have cemented down my work schedule for the next three or four months. I will be closing the Aberdeen McDonalds on Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Potentially Wednesdays, I haven't decided yet. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at the moment I am available from 7am to 4pm. This is set up in order to allow me to come to Junior Youth, as I have made the irrational decision to attempt to help out there. So that should be some good income. Maybe I will be able to follow through with my plans to get a bass stack. Oh that would be lovely.

Third. Bragging time. I am currently writing this blog post from my father's laptop. Which is alright, I don't mind using it. I actually really like it. However, the next time I post on this particular blog, I will be posting from a brand new PC. My baby is coming home on Friday. Hopefully. I've already bought it some swaddling clothes. Expensive swaddling clothes might I add. They are so shiny though. I'm making allusions to video games by the way. Four of them, I'm stoked. I will brag more when I get it.

Fourth. Bands. I found a new band today. It is called Dawn of Ashes. Their old stuff is Industrial Metal. It sounds like this glorious combination of Black Metal and Techno. Their newer stuff is everything I love about Black Metal. So I'm pretty happy. Also, Dying Fetus released their newest album yesterday. I've listened to some of it, and I think that it is quite dandy actually. Very brutal. As far as the band that I am in goes. Well, it isn't going anywhere right now. Maybe we should get on that soon.

My nose is grumpy with me, I think I scratched it. So it's being a jerk to me. If I hit it enough it will learn it's lesson, right?

To close this off, I have decided to perform an interpretive dance. You aren't allowed to see it. I have to be naked to do this dance properly. Close your eyes, now.

Ouch

2009-09-16T01:27:00.000-07:00

My nose hurts.

Crap.

Stupid.

Completely uninspired by recent blog happenings.

2009-09-10T23:29:00.000-07:00

Blogging is hard.

Just kidding.

So I'm excited to go camping, I don't do that enough at all.

That's all, huh, thought I would have more.

Mosquito

2009-08-31T14:48:00.001-07:00

I have an abnormal mosquito bite. It's awesome. You should be really quite envious of my bite.

Not really.

In any case. Got home from Alberta yesterday, which is where I went for a friends wedding. It was quite lovely actually. The spot where the ceremony took place was exquisite. Not to mention the weather we were blessed with.

Then last night, I went to see Inglorious Basterds. Which was amazing really.

I don't really have anything else that I want to say. So I suppose that's all until next time.
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A wedding.

2009-08-26T18:48:00.000-07:00

Liz and Tim are getting married.

At a wedding.

That is all.

Oh yeah, congratulations! =)

2009-08-21T03:49:00.000-07:00

So, I was sitting on this hill the other day. A red hill, coincidently. Mars, I do believe was my location. I was far too captured by the beauty of an untouched landscape to even bother thinking about the consequences of not having an atmosphere. Great dust clouds rose and fell. Enormous spires of red rock climbed into the sky. Another of the greatest art pieces. Silence, but for a light whispering of wind at my back. I put my hand down, and picked up some of the dust. Gritty, just like Earth dust. I let go and it drifted away on the breeze. Smiling, I must have pushed myself off the ground. Since the next thing I remember was standing there. Humming to myself. Not quite walking yet, just standing. Admiring. At some point, I had begun meandering away from my spot. No direction in particular. Towards the next hill, really. At some point, my eyes drifted heavenward again. Stars, sprawled across the sky, like a canopy of lightning bugs. Fascinated, I had reached up and wrapped my hand around one of the many flickering lights. Brought my hand to my face, and opened it slowly. A small rock rested in my palm. It slowly unfurled and a butterfly spread its wings. As it took flight, the planet that I had come to rest upon began to change. That atmosphere that I had neglected to miss earlier, came into being. Trees shot up, and grass grew. Red clouds pulled themselves together, and began their lazy dance across the now blue sky. I wandered back to my hill, grinning like a fool. Openly admiring the paint now on the canvas. A single tree had sprouted at the top of my hill. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to sit under it, or climb it. I must have figured that I had all the time in the world to climb it, as I took a seat underneath its grand branches. Not a moment later, a butterfly came to rest upon my knee. There was no way that I could have discerned this butterfly to be the same one from earlier. I had stopped humming earlier, as it had been to difficult to gasp with amazement while I hummed. Now that I had finished gasping however, I began to hum again. No song in particular. Maybe every song. It was impossible to tell. I had only been hoping that if anyone had come along, that they would take pleasure in it. Not that anyone would wander by. I had been equally grateful and displeased with this knowledge. Here I had been, on a virgin world, with no one to share in its discovery. I had been blessedly alone, and accursedly lonely. I didn't really mind that much, so long as the butterfly was there with me. I must have sat there for hours. Just watching the world develop. Just myself and the butterfly. Missing something, someone. Content, but not happy. Overjoyed at the creation unfolding in front of me. Saddened that I was the only one to witness it. Hours, maybe days later, the world stopped its advanced growth. As it came to a halt, I stood up once again. The butterfly flew up and perched on my shoulder. I had decided at some point that I would leave when the world finished itself. So I left.

A decision to be made

2009-08-08T00:53:00.000-07:00

I am seriously considering growing my hair out.

Some more.

I want to try for some long hair times.

I think it would be swell.

Summer blog drought

2009-08-05T20:28:00.001-07:00

That is what I have named this season.

No longer summer, but summer blog drought season.

Yes.

So the correct way to phrase a sentence is as follows.

"Enjoying your summer blog drought season?"

"No."

See?

I thought so.

Cooking with Matt

2009-07-25T21:21:00.000-07:00

I made a salad. So I didn't actually cook anything.

My friend Natasha walked me through the complicated process. I almost died.

I just cut my finger. So I may be exaggerating this whole thing.

The salad is delicious.

That is all.

Wonders

2009-07-17T00:35:00.000-07:00

Causality-

-The principle of; or relationship between cause and effect.

Sometimes. You have to love the relationship between cause and effect.

I joined Cadets. I went to Camp. I made friends. I visited friends. I made new friends. I made new friends because of my new friends.

I wish I could map out how every event in my life has directly or indirectly affected me. It would be enormous and fascinating.

One day. =) I will have a laboratory in Heaven and do projects like that. =D

From the mobile.

2009-07-08T18:27:00.001-07:00

This is one of the many reasons why I am so glad to own a blackberry. I am completely capable of accessing my blog from my phone. Seriously, how cool is that?

In any case, I will now be able to blog whenever I want, service provided. Hopefully that will mean that I will be able to post more often as a result. Haha, I doubt it though.

It does give me something to do when I am bored though. On the bus or whatever. I can keep everyone occupied at the same time. I am just so thoughtful.

So, what else is there to blog about? Not a whole lot. Oh! I got my ears stretched the other day. So I now have 2 ga. tunnels in. They are rather dandy. One day in the unforseeable future I'm going to get my lip stretched. I'm not quite willing to go through that right now though. So it will have to wait. I also have to wait until I'm eighteen before the piercing parlor I go to will let me get my dermal anchors. So much for that plan.

Hehe, I'm walking around while I type this. That's enough though. Later, yo.
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Oophorectomy

2009-07-01T16:39:00.000-07:00

Oophorectomy is a funny word for something that isn't particularly amusing at all.

Another tale

2009-06-27T02:27:00.000-07:00

Our tale tonight...

Begins.

With muffins.

It was late, 2300 hours at least.

The local Aberdeen McDonalds continued to bustle with energy. (And grease.)

A young lad by the name of, Mattu, was preparing muffins for the next day.

A great task this is, considering that muffins take exactly 42 minutes to bake.

A potentially terrible thing, long bake times.

For if the night staff do not prepare them for the day staff.

Well, dear customers may have to go without their beloved muffins.

Returning now, if you will, to young Mattu.

A tray of muffins had been pulled out of the oven, and was cooling on the rolling cart.

Another timer sounded indicating that the next batch was ready to be removed from the fires of the oven.

Mattu donned his safety kitchen oven master gloves.

And removed the muffins.

Noticing that there was no room for the muffins on the rolling cart, Mattu had to make a quick decision.

He decided, fatefully, to put the muffin tray on top of the meat freezer.

While he hastily put away the cooled muffins.

Returning to the other tray after finally putting the other muffins away safely.

Mattu daftly grabbed up the tray to move it off the meat freezer, lest someone bump it and cause the muffins to tumble perilously to the ground.

Upon gripping the tray, Mattu began to lift...

Moments later, the sizzle of flesh reminded him that this tray had just recently been removed from the oven.

So, yeah. My fingers hurt a lot. Like typing is freaking hard.

I also have to miss work tomorrow. Which is super lame.

Z's

2009-06-25T04:09:00.000-07:00

Introspection is a dangerous thing.

Instead, I plan on going to bed.

This is because if I stay up much later, I am at risk of writing terrible poetry about how much my life sucks.

I have a roof over my head, a decent job, a loving family, and a grand group of friends.

How could my life possibly suck?

Oh yeah, that's right. It doesn't.

Bed time for me.

The Saltwater Room

2009-06-19T02:41:00.000-07:00

"Time together is just never quite enough

When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home

What will it take to make or break this hint of love?

We need time, only time

When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?

If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?

So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?

All the time, all the time "

~Owl City

Grad '09

2009-06-14T03:17:00.001-07:00

Oh, my, word.

That is all.

No, I was lying. Terrible habit, I know.

I love you folk so much, and I am so blessed to know you. Not to mention getting the opportunity to graduate with you.

Our dinner was fabulous, and I can't wait to do further things with you.

With love.

A tale of two incredibly handsome men.

2009-06-04T16:09:00.000-07:00

So, I actually lied, this story is about Josh and I.

(Which makes this a tale of one incredibly handsome Josh and sidekick. Bollocks.)

So, today started pretty well, got up a bit earlier than normal. Around 9:30. Got all ready for my day, you know how it goes. Around 10:30, Josh phones letting me know that he is on his way to my house so that we can drive my vehicle down to Juniper to partake of some sporty activity. I know, you read this and scream, "What! Matt doesn't do sports!" I know. I was startled as well. I played a rip roaring game of soccer. Even scored a few goals. Didn't know I had it in me.

After finishing our most satisfactory game of soccer, Josh and I departed. We stopped at McD's in Valleyview to get some drinks and a little lunch. Which was superb, obviously.

Afterwards, we decided to head for Aberdeen. Perhaps to hit some golf balls around up at the driving range on Aberdeen Golf Course. We got up the on ramp into Aberdeen, but there was a great deal of traffic in the way, Josh being a superior driver decided that it would be in our best interests to head to the Pacific Way on ramp. We were puttering towards home, when we saw a camper van type vehicle parked on the side of the road. Making sure that the person was alright, I took a closer look. A lady in her mid sixties was standing in front of the camper looking mighty distressed. I rolled down my window and asked her if everything was alright. She told me that her car had broken down, and I told Josh to pull over onto the side of the on ramp. We hopped out of the car and walked over to her. She told us that she was from the east Kootenays, visiting a girlfriend in town. She had no way of getting a hold of a tow truck, or of getting a hold of her girlfriend. Josh started to talk to her, checked some things in the camper. During this time, I phoned home to get a number for a tow truck. With the tow truck on it's way, Josh and I stuck around to make sure the lady was ok. A half hour after parking on the on ramp, the lady was back in her camper and heading to Canadian Tire to buy a new battery. It felt really good to help this poor lady in her time of need. Sweetest little thing. I regret not getting her name, really quite sad actually. I hope the remainder of her trip goes wonderfully.

After that excitement, Josh and I headed home, grabbed our golf clubs and headed to the driving range. My meagre golfing skills have degenerated significantly since my last time out.

Now it's off to work for seven hours. Oh boy, what a way to end the day.

P.S.

I wonder, did anyone else see the hand of God moving today? He was certainly with Josh and I.

Well, alright.

2009-06-02T16:51:00.000-07:00

So, something unexpected happened yesterday at work.

I got employee of the month.

Holy crap.

Also, we got new salads. A co-worker and I made a new snack wrap using one of the new salad dressings. It's practically equivalent to ecstacy. In your mouth. Impressive, I know.

Umm, not much else, grad's coming up. Nerves are flaring about life. You know, normal teenager stuff.

I'm leaving, goodbye.

It didn't turn out the way I had desired it to.

2009-05-30T22:46:00.000-07:00

I've made a decision. I should have traded my ticket in Coquitlam and stayed there for the weekend. Just puttering around and getting into trouble.

I could tell you the story, but I would rather not go over it again at this point in time.

Ask me in person, I might be inclined to let you know.

In unrelated news, I am in my first black mood of the summer. Yay. At least I know that they are significantly less common in the sunny times of summer.

Tomorrow will be better. Isn't it always.

2009-05-28T14:48:00.000-07:00

So, I keep trying to blog, but I don't want to.

I'm sure you understand.

I have no exciting tales to regale you with, nor do I have any advice to spare at the moment. This situation is most uncomfortable for me. Nothing to say.

Oh, yeah, filler time.

Ballroom Wonderings

I can see your mask,

It's burden

It's pallor shines on your skin

And it hurts you

You look sickly dearest

So lost and insincere

Lost and insecure

A dance, you dance

A masquerade of fear

Take my hand, my love

I will take you far

You're looking fine dearest

I'll hold you close forever

I'll hold you tight

There is a light in your eyes,

A glimmer of truth

A happy glimpse of future

Ensnared am I, the watcher

~Matthew McIsaac