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.

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.

I want to go fishing.

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.

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.

"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 "

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.

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.

Let's rewind time.

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

Heh.

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

I'd be disappointed too.

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.

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.

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

Haiti

Well, it's that time.

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

Two weeks in Haiti.

LATER.

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.

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

How about that?

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.

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

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.