Friday, March 21 :::
Funny shit.
::: posted by Matt at Friday, March 21, 2003
Thursday, March 20 :::
Heh.
Raed joins the blogger universe! Er... it's rather interesting, actually. A guy living in Baghdad telling the world what is going on through his blog. Reading stuff like this actually puts a face on the people who live in the Middle East. Sorta humanizes everything. While I don't necessarily agree with the reasons President Bush (I still really dislike the man) uses for our invasion of Iraq, I can say that I support our troops-- now that the United States has committed to ousting Saddam.
I think that we're pretty justified in doing so, first and foremost, the guy is a fucking maniac and a huge threat to the international community. If he's comfortable with using chemical weapons on thousands of his own people, I'd hate to see what he'd do to a large "western" metropolitian area. The guy simply needs to go. I'm seeing more and more evidence that we do have support from the international community-- screw the French. I can't tell you the number of comical gags I came across in the past few days: Two flags, one French, one German and the caption saying something like, "Which country are you? The country whose ass we saved... or the country whose ass we kicked." I'll leave it to you to figure out who they were referring to. You guys know that the French have a multi-billion dollar oil contract with Iraq? And they say Americans are greedy and are in Iraq for oil. Well... we are... we'll just sell our oil to the French for 2.50 a gallon. Honh honh honh honh! (That was a nasally french "ha ha".)
I'm done here. I need to get to work on my last paper. I'm thinkin' midnight.
::: posted by Matt at Thursday, March 20, 2003
Okay, blogger is feasting on my blog. I shall fix it later. You see that I have a new template. That is because my old one sucked and you always got a page error. Not to mention my mother cancelled AOL, which happens to host my images. I'll work on the template during break. Mebbe.
::: posted by Matt at Thursday, March 20, 2003
Wednesday, March 12 :::
I did a revision for the paper I got a D on in my Victorian Lit, and it came back today with an A on it. I'm pleased.
I've been leaning on my left elbow alot lately, when I take the pressure off, the whole left side of my left arm goes numb for like 20 minutes.
I skipped on over to the Apple Quicktime Trailers and saw a few good movies I'd like to see in the future... X-2, Terminator 3, 2 Fast 2 Furious (I should see the first one, huh?), Matrix Reloaded, Johnny English (Mr. Bean!), Bulletproof Monk (Chow Yun Fat teaches Stifler Kung-Fu!) ; and then, the one I'm really excited about, 28 Days Later.
::: posted by Matt at Wednesday, March 12, 2003
Tuesday, March 11 :::
Well, I've done it again. It is Tuesday, and since I have World Literature on Tuesdays and Thursdays, my post today will inherently be about World Literature. Allow me to set up the situation:
Alright, so we're in our little groups discussing the stuff we were supposed to read over the weekend. I naturally didn't read anything, but that has nothing to do with what happened. So once the discussion opens to the class forum, our group is required to read a section of poetry to the class. You should know that I'm not very good at reading aloud. I often slaughter words and leave out the easiest ones to say, such as "the", "a", "an", etc. I'm slated to read the second stanza of the poem. Once the girl before me finishes, I start off on my own feeling a little shaky.
I then freeze when I reach the next page where the word "Syllables" is printed. I stopped first to register the word, and how I should say it. For some reason, my mind associates the word with A View from the Top. You know, the new Gwenyth Paltrow and Mike Myers movie. So I start giggling. The class probably thinks I'm insane, and the people around me start giggling because I'm giggling. When the commercial starts playing itself through my head, I stop giggling and start cracking up. I look up at the professor who is as confused as an alcoholic when you ask him "cans or bottles?" I figure I should give an explanation before I get kicked out of the class, so I have sputter out in between laughs, "I just thought of that movie commercial, "You put the wrong "empHAsis"."
As soon as I finish the sentence, the whole class is roaring, along with the teacher. I'm laughing so hard that I'm crying, trying to rub the tears out of my eyes. I try to compose myself after fifteen seconds, but hell, it was no use. As soon as I opened my mouth again to say the word, I was cracking up again, along with a few of the people in my corner. There was no way I would have been able to start much less finish that stanza. People in my corner are running outside to escape the embarassment of their laughing, while I manage a sincere "I am so sorry!" Which the professor graciously accepts, then decides to direct the class to a different group for a different poem.
Thank God. The thing was, I wasn't the least bit embarassed today. I had a few people inform me that I actually made that class worthwhile for today. The unwitting class clown strikes again. And if you didn't find any of this funny, I'll just fall back on the "you had to've been there." And if you were, you would've been "rotf" laughing.
::: posted by Matt at Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Wednesday, March 5 :::
My next pair of shoes shall be REEF shoes. Thank you, and good night.
::: posted by Matt at Wednesday, March 05, 2003
Sunday, March 2 :::
First off, Sunny, my family's golden retriever of 13 years passed away on Wednesday night. I'd like to thank everyone so far for their support of my family, its really appreciated. She is buried on the opposite side of the magnolia tree from Chip (her brother that we lost two years ago) where she used to lie in the grass and sit in the sun. I guess that is that. They were both great dogs, and I will miss them with all my heart. I love you, Sunny and Chip; and I hope you're having a grand ol' time wherever you are.
I came home on Friday afternoon with a whole bunch of stuff to do. First, I stopped at the Chevron station to fill the Olds up on gas because I was afraid I wouldn't make it home if I didn't put a little juice in the clunker. Then I came home to drop off my laundry and snowboard stuff. I then went by the Dairy to pick up my check that has been sitting in a drawer for more than a week and deposited that, along with about $130 in cash at the credit union. I'm on my way to a new car. From there, I went to Marie Calendars and got a French Apple Pie for my Dad's birthday and then by Hallmark for some birthday cards. I came home, Kevin and I signed our respective cards, and we had a little birthday for Dad. Kevin and I ordered a pizza from Papa Johns, I watched some television, then went to bed.
Went to work on Saturday. I came home, then mowed the back yard and weeded the little garden below the kitchen window. My mom is trying to install AOL 8.0 on her computer, but something seems to be wrong with the AOL browser, and she thinks I'm the only one who can fix it. I tried everything in my power to get the thing working, but to no avail. I told her this week I would talk to the tech geeks in my hall and find out how to back up drivers and files... I plan on feeding her computer the System Restoration disk that will return her computer to it's factory condition. If it something doesn't work, she says, I'll be sitting in the Gateway store to purchase her a new computer. *rolls eyes* I'm too tired to even try to get worked up about that.
For some strange reason, I didn't have to work on Sunday morning so I decided to come back to school on Saturday night. I did my laundry on Saturday night-- someone took my clothes out of one of the dryers... which kind of pissed me off. Who does laundry at 10 PM? On Saturday night, at that? Anyway, I was padding up and down my hall sporting my bear slippers that my mom got me from Disneyland. After all that and a few video games, I went to bed and slept until noon today. I cleaned up, then went the the library (its open on Sunday?!) to photocopy some encyclopedias for a paper I need to do on Franz Kafka's Metamorphasis this week. I'm really happy with myself that I didn't wait until the night before I started doing the writing.
I'm ready for this quarter to end. All the [attractive] girls in my classes have big sparkly diamonds on their fingers, which is a bit disturbing that most of these people are getting engaged and actually married in their early twenties. I mean, I'm a cynical person by nature, but damn people, give it a little more time. Then again, I could just chalk it up to Pomona. Maybe it will get better when I enter my career or whatever. But I thought the same thing when I was going from High School to College. And Junior High to High School. Meh.
I'm going to my Victorian Lit professor's office hours to... "discuss" what was wrong with my paper. I hope it just has mostly to due with the lack of content I had in it. I basically gave the gist of what I wanted to say. I am curious as to what another one of my old professors would think of this paper if I let him have a read. Blah. We'll see. We'll see.
::: posted by Matt at Sunday, March 02, 2003
Wednesday, February 26 :::
Just when you think you're hot shit with all your writing and such, you get back a rough draft paper with a rough draft "D" branded on it. I don't get this guy. Last time I had him, he said I was a "good writer". What the flying fuck? I thought what I had going was short of a fuckin' masterpiece and seeing a big, ugly, disgraceful D on it really pisses the fuck out of me. I agree it needs work, but it sure as fucking HELL doesn't deserve a D. Fuck school. Fuck girls. Fuck life.
---UPDATE---
I was going to leave it at that, but I'm not fucking done. Fuckkity-fuck-fuck, fuckers. I've been pissed off lately. So much that I can tell I'm acting like an asshole. I don't hold doors open for girls anymore. I don't even acknowledge the ones I find attractive. I don't say thank-you when someone opens a door for me. I have a big nasty glare on my face that screams, "Don't even fucking look at me wrong or I'll rip your goddamned heart out." Its like I don't care anymore, and you know what? I almost don't. There's a crazy thought that keeps telling me the girls'll start banging down my door now that I've tapped into my prick-personality. I just need to chill out I guess. Hang out with my dog who I haven't seen in two weeks, and maybe I can sleep it off; I don't know. We'll see what happens. One day at a time.
::: posted by Matt at Wednesday, February 26, 2003
Tuesday, February 25 :::
I spent most of Saturday lazing around and drinking Coke. Quite a fine day, if I do say so myself. I was (of course) watching television, and just so happened to get drawn into MTV's Sorority Life. Now. Never before have I ever witnessed more bitchier women in my entire life. The pledges of the Sorority act like total snobs: they leave during presentations that the Sorority was doing for their formal dance. You know where they left to? A strip club. And then they had the gall to deny the whole thing and act as if they were being attacked. I don't know. This show just affirmed the stereotypes I had of "Greek Life". It also shows how women play drama queen the first chance they get when they're on camera. One other thing: could they not have picked a more average group of girls to follow around? Come on, this is MTV; there should be nothing but hot chicks on that channel.
What else...? Oh yeah. I read a chapter of a King Arthur story in my Victorian Literature class. It was called Pelleas and Ettarre. See, Pelleas was a nice guy. If you think of a nice, sunny spring day, this guy would personify those thoughts. So Arthur decides to knight Pelleas because all of his other knights are off on their crusade. So one day, Pelleas was resting on the bank of a river, where he hears the snickering of women. These women, accompanied with a trio of knights, as well as a lady-- whose name was Ettarre, had found themselves lost in the wilderness of England. Pelleas, being the nice guy that he is (not to mention he thinks Ettarre is short of an angel incarnate) offers to guide them civilization-- where Arthur happens to be waiting around.
It just so happens that Arthur is holding a tournament. Ettarre is interested in having a knight win her a golden circlet, and as you may have guessed, Pelleas informs her that he will win her this circlet. Arthur notices Pelleas' attraction to Lady Ettarre, so he doesn't allow any of his veteran knights to participate in the tournament, which greatly helps ol' Pelleas to win the circlet as well as a golden sword. He gives the circlet to Ettarre and keeps the sword for himself. Ettarre is all but finished with Pelleas. She got everything she needed from him, a way out of the wilderness, as well as a pretty little golden circlet. The young and cheery knight, however, happened to fall head-over-heels in love with this woman. Ettarre departs for her castle, with the escort of Sir Pelleas.
Once they arrive at Lady Ettarre's castle, she will not allow Pelleas enter. So what does he do? He hangs around the gate like a lost puppy. He will not leave until Ettarre either confesses her love for him (which she won't do), or tells him she does not love him (which she never does). So Ettarre sends her three knights out to beat the crap out of Pelleas. Pelleas isn't a fool-- he just isn't going to let them beat him down, so he fights back, managing to defeat all three. This happens a few times over, when, by chance, Sir Gawain, Arthur's nephew, spots this violence and offers to help out Pelleas in his quest to win over Lady Ettarre. The plan is that Gawain will tell Ettarre that he has slain Pelleas and then start telling her of all of the young knights deeds so that she will begin to wish for him to return. Gawain asks Pelleas to give him three days.
Three days go by, and Pelleas is getting anxious. He heads into Ettarre's castle; the doors are wide open and there is no one on guard duty. In a bed, he finds Lady Ettarre and Sir Gawain sleeping together. Pelleas is enraged. First, he contemplates killing them, but decides against it: he won't bring himself down to their level. So what he does is lay his golden sword over their throats as they sleep and then returns to Camelot.
A dark cloud has covered Pelleas' sunny personality. While chatting with Percivale, one of Arthur's loyal knights, Pelleas mentions that he wished Ettarre were as "pure" as Guinevere. As you should know, Guinevere was not pure, but Pelleas, in all his naitivity, did not know this. Pelleas could not be more pissed. Everything the kid believed in, everything that he was told about King Arthur's court was a lie. Everyone was "false", they were parading around a beautiful charade, and he had fallen for it. To add insult to injury, Pelleas' happy-go-lucky personality had a permanent piss stain.
This concludes story time with Matt. Now get your asses in bed, you little brats.
::: posted by Matt at Tuesday, February 25, 2003
