Monday, June 2 :::
 
On Friday, I brought home my Playstation games and DVDs. This Friday, the books go home, along with other tidbits. On the way home, one of my tires split open while I was going at a steady 70 mph in the third lane of the ten freeway. Swearing, I pulled the car over to the shoulder, then started to craw up the closest offramp and into an ARCO servicestation. Changed the tire, made some phone calls to the parents about new tires, then went to work to wash the olds... I felt filthy just sitting in the damned thing. When I got to work, Scott asked me if I wanted to work for him. I accepted.

I worked with James for the rest of Scott's shift when something rather interesting happened. James went to help a lady in the carwash with her soap brush. After a little bit of conversation, she immediately became a bit irritated and started pesting James. James is not a man to pester. Once she felt a little bit of his "aura" (I guess you'd call it), she asked to speak with the manager. James told her that the manager wouldn't care. So she asked for a main office number. He said we were a franchise, and he could refuse service to her if he wanted. She said, "Fine. I have family anyway." James comes back to the main building and tells me what happened. I told him the last part sounded like a threat. A few minutes later, this lady comes up to me and asks me what time my buddy gets off at. I tell her three. We really get off at two. I'm a sharp one, huh?

So how gay is that? Lamer than I care to describe anyway. This lady, well into her thirties, decides to rely on elementary school discourse for solving her fucking problems. Seriously. What a bitch. Nothing happened anyway, but still... its fun to talk about stupid people. I went home and napped for a while and started watching the first half of The Matrix.

Saturday I worked with Kerry who was extremely hung over from the previous day of drinkin'. I took up most of the stoking work... which means I made a shitload of ice. My dad and brother came through with the Olds and its brand new tire. Joy. I drove that home later and beat Enter the Matrix, and finished The Matrix after my dad was done with the television. I have one and a half papers to write this week. The half of one is a rough draft. At least it isn't three papers.

Excuse me. I need to fill the other 75 gigs of my computer with porn. Later.

::: posted by Matt at Monday, June 02, 2003




Monday, May 26 :::
 
I would like to again add to the Matrix hype machine. The Animatrix (Mainframe menu, second box, March 2003 trailer) looks great. Great. I'm watching this thing at Matt D's and we're like, "Hell yes. Hell yes." Some of the episodes are availible online for download, and I've seen two-- they are amazing. Brilliant. More to add to the story of The Matrix. Go watch it. Be hyped.

I also got myself Enter the Matrix, which is the Video Game adaptation of the movies, which is extremely fun to play on its own. I was coerced into buying this after Justin told me he finally broke down and bought it. Hell, if Justin liked it, I probably would too. I also bought a new 80 GB hard drive for my computer... my tiny 15 GB is running on its last amount of space, so I decided it was time to upgrade.

It is very fun to talk about Family Guy with your friends. Probably even better to watch it. Which I'm sure we will when JUSTIN buys the Season 1 & 2 DVD set. What a good man.

::: posted by Matt at Monday, May 26, 2003




Sunday, May 25 :::
 
This reminds me of a joke. This guy, he comes into a bar, walks up to the Bartender and says, "Bartender, I got me a bet for you. I'm gonna bet you three-hundred dollars that I can piss into that glass over there and not spill a single solitary drop."

The Bartender says... he says, "Now wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You're trying to tell me you're gonna bet me three-hundred dollars that YOU can piss standing over here waaay over there, into that glass, and not spill a single drop"?

The guy looks up smiling and says, "That's right."

The Bartender says, "Young man, you gotta bet!"

The guy says, "O.K., here we go, here we go." He pulls out his thang. He's looking at the glass, man he's thinking about the glass, he's thinking about the glass, he thinks glass, he's thinking of the glass, think glass, thinking about his dick. Dick, glass. Dick, glass. Dick, glass. Be the glass. Dick, glass. Dick, glass. Dick, glass.

And then 'SWOOOSH' . He lets it rip! And he's ...he's pissin' all over the place, man! He's pissin' on the bar... he's pissin' on the stools, on the floor, on the phone... on the Bartender... he's pissing everywhere EXCEPT the fucking glass!! Right.

O.K. So, Bartender, He's laughing his fucking ass off, he's three-hundred dollars richer. He's like, "Ha Ha Ha Ha." Piss drippin' off his face. "Ha Ha Ha Ha" He says, "You FUCKIN' idiot, man. You hit everything EXCEPT the glass!! You owe me three-hundred dollars punta." And he goes, "Excuse me, just one, one second." Goes in the back of the bar, and in the back there's a couple of guys
playing pool. He walks over to them... comes back to the bar and goes, "Here you go Mr. Bartender, three."

And the Bartenders like, "WHAT the fuck are you so happy about, you just lost three-hundred dollars, you idiot!"

The guy says, "Well, you see those guys over there? I just bet them five-hundred dollars a PIECE, that I could piss on your bar, piss on your floor, piss on your phone, and piss on YOU, and not only would you be not mad about it... you'd be happy..."

Desperado is on.

::: posted by Matt at Sunday, May 25, 2003




Friday, May 23 :::
 
Download "Sun Rises Down" by Acroma. Now.

::: posted by Matt at Friday, May 23, 2003



 
Three weeks left of school. I got three tests/papers back this week. On Spanish, I got my lowest grade: a 94. Darn. I couldn't tell what I got on my Shakespeare paper because I can't decypher my professor's handwriting. Its like trying to translate hieroglyphics. So I either got a B or an R. I can't tell if it's my grade or his frickin' approval signature. And finally, the poorest grade in my entire english career, I got a C- on a midterm. It was handwritten, and I honestly think I did B grade work. My professor is a senile old bastard, so I'm not worrying too much. When I'm forced to hand-write shit, I throw all spelling out the window. I'm not kidding. I spelled "success" wrong THREE times. I need Microsoft word's spell check to catch my ass. I'm the worst speller in my family.

What else... what else... I think I'm going to get a new hard drive for my computer. I also want to buy a few movies and games... namely The Animatrix and Enter the Matrix. A great pair of supplements to Reloaded. I'm especially looking forward to The Animatrix. From what I've seen of it, it will add the mysticism that was in the beginning of the original Matrix. There's already bootleg'd versions of Reloaded out there... I'm thinking of asking a guy down the hall to burn me a copy.

I didn't get the RA position. But they did ask me to be an alternate for the position, so I'm going to do that. A friend of mine out here said that they hire about 50 percent of the alternates. I don't know what the fucking reasoning behind that shit is, but I don't really care. I'll turn the form in, I just won't hope for anything spectacular.

Okay, funny story. Me and Kevin arrive two hours early for last Friday's Matrix Reloaded showing. We're like the 3rd and 4th in line. So we're sitting there for a bit and I smell this nasty meldewy smell about the air. I sniff my pits and my clothes... it isn't me. So I lean over to Kevin and ask him if he's washed his clothes recently. He said yes, and didn't smell the smell about HIM but definitely noticed the odor. So the rest of the crew shows up to sit in line, and they're a bit pissed that we're going to be there for another hour and fifteen, so the head off to Starbucks, leaving me all alone in line. Next to two fat ugly chicks. No joke. The two bovines mention that I was left alone, and I acted like I didn't hear them. I then start to realize something horrifying. That disgusting mildew smell is coming straight from the girl sitting closest to me.

Meanwhile, the whole time, I was sitting there, hoping-- praying that they wouldn't try to talk to me. Please don't talk to me please don't talk to me. Yeah, they were fat and ugly. I was just hoping they weren't the talkative fat and ugly type. They were. So one of them reaches over to shake my hand, planning to introduce herself. I didn't say anything, but my brain sure as hell was, and it was saying "FUCK." The whole theatre probably saw my disdain. I manage a smile mutter my name, then go to text messaging on my phone to tell Cory to get back to the theatre as soon as possible. I mean, shit. These chicks were walking petri dishes. So thankfully everyone came back... even if they did take their fuckin' time.

Ugh. I don't think I can say much more in this one. I've been feeling indifferent lately. Don't know why. Maybe I'll figure it out and let ya'll know. Doubt it. I'm a mess of thought.

::: posted by Matt at Friday, May 23, 2003




Sunday, May 11 :::
 

Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach

That's a Don Henly song called "The Boys of Summer". Strangely enough, The Ataris did a cover of it, and they sound great. Better than the Eagle himself. My filesharing programs are out of whack right now, I'm having trouble downloading the music I want... but I'm sure I'll figure things out sooner or later.

Last week, I was lambasted with "too much shit to do". I had to write two papers and study for a midterm. For one paper, I had to write in a "deleted scene" from Hamlet that included angels representing codes present in the tragedy. For another, I had to write it before I got to class, then rescribe it when I got back to class. My professor thinks that rewriting makes your writing better. I think its a waste of my time. My midterm class was Literary Theory... where I basically BSed my way through... and quite well, I think. I will find out for sure tomorrow. I also had my interview for the RA position last week, I think I did great at the beginning and end, and kind of flubbered around in the middle. I am also now addicted to coffee. Don't know why. The stuff doesn't do shit to keep me awake.

On Friday, I went home, hung out at the dairy for a half hour, then went to cash my HUGE pay check. And then I locked my keys in the car. No, I'm serious. Luckily, my mom's new AAA office is right in the Arrowhead Credit Union shopping center, so I walk my ass over to the Auto Club, get her keys, fly home in her Civic, pick up an extra pair of keys for the Olds, then do the switcheroo. Once home, I had some delicious Honey Bunches of Oats with Strawberries... and then I passed out on the couch. Later in the night, Me, Slave, Aaron, and Brandy went to Jazz and Java, got ridiculed by the Emo kids while we talked about our much more interesting lives. Me and Slave left early while Brandy gave Aaron her SARS. She's so sweet.

And then I worked. I really hate some of the people that come through the dairy. I hate it when people ask for their milk in a bag. It has a handle. This especially pisses me off when a guy asks for it in a bag. Makes him look like a total pussy. And then, of course, is the ice issue. I'm an English major, but I can still see the mathematical advantage to getting a 50 pound bag of ice over three 20's. It is just more convienient. But no. People don't function on convienince. They'd much rather function on stupidity. What gooses me more is when people refuse to use any amount of intelligence at all. For example: today someone came through and asked for six 7's. That's roughly 50 pounds of ice. 50 pounds = 6.69. 42 pounds = 7.50. Not only would this guy have saved money, but he would have gotten more ice. What the fuck? So I ask him if he just wants a 50. He says he needs to spread the ice over several different coolers. Dude. Unless you're operating on one brain cell, you would know that you DON'T NEED TO DUMP THE WHOLE FUCKING BAG INTO ONE COOLER. YOU DUMBASS. GET OUT OF MY FUCKIN' DRIVEWAY!

I support human sterilization.

::: posted by Matt at Sunday, May 11, 2003




Friday, May 9 :::
 


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