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| Saturday, April 3rd, 2004 | | 3:11 pm |
...taps mic..."uh-umm... is this thing on?"...
been a lil' too busy to write hear... but don't wanna quit... what's new? -My son turned 5 -Charly and I, finally told each other we love each other (even though we both knew) -Terri got a new place -I went to Indianapolis for training -was sick for my bday -trains blew up in spain -GW is on the trail to get relected now that's a mouthful... and that's all I got time for. | | Friday, January 2nd, 2004 | | 12:40 pm |
This is the Christmas Post
I should really 'post date' these, instead of my checks, but oh well, here it is. Christmas 2003: -My son got too much, but in his eyes, he didn't get enough. -Dan and I exchanged the same fragrance, with each other, and both really didn't want it. Hah. -Charly got me an outfit, and cologne, cause she's got me, "looking, smelling like a million bucks". -Money in a card never grows old. -Practical gifts are the worst! I have vowed, to never give anyone practical gifts again. For example; socks toothbrushes toothpaste mouthwash deodarent hair gel hair spray soap gum the list just keeps going... This is the sign of two things: -an uncreative mind -a non-cocern of who someone is, or what they like Are you that busy, in your Christmas shopping life, that you can not actually take time out, to shop at the mall, or department stores? You figure you're already at the supermarket, picking up your groceries.. so why not just pick up x-mas gifts. Or is the dollar store on the way home from work? Come on. This shows total disregard to listening to a person, and actually getting to know a person. I have vowed, to make a PractialMas day every year... lets make it in May sometime.... how bout the 25th. When I will buy everyone who is important to me on my list an assortment of practical gifts, to prevent me from doing it at a time of the year, when I am supposed to be reflecting on the people who are important to me, why they are important to me, and wanting them to feel good about our relationship, and show that I value their relationship enough, not to buy socks, or hygiene products on December 25th. It's official. December 25th is Christmas, and May 25th is PractialMas. | | Sunday, December 21st, 2003 | | 3:41 pm |
Here's My Answers
Since everyone else does this in their LiveJournals, thought I would do the same, but make my own questions up... Most Surprising Thing that's happened lately: Capture of Sadam... in a hole. What wasn't shocking about event: He didn't have those weapons of mass destruction, nor did he know where they could be found. What would have made this event better? If they caught him wearing womens clothes. Last movie you saw: Something Has Got to Give Any Good?: Couldn't even sit through it. Why's that?: 1. Diane Keaton is shown naked (yes I can still see...) 2. It was boring and aimed for people over 50 3. Diane Keaton is naked, and Jack Nicolhason shows his ass. 4. It thought that Jack's jokes would hold up this lop sided romantic-comedy, where they try to build the story around Diane. (Huh?) 5. Did I mention Diane Keaton was naked? Favorite non-chocolate candy: Twizzlers Why?: Cause I eat them until I get sick. Favorite Poet: Charles Bukowski Things you hate that people say: People saying "late", in place of "later", and when people lack knowledge of the subject they are speaking of and they continually refer to it as "something", as used in the sentence, "It goes in the..uhh..something... right next to... something over there." People you talked to recently: My son, Charly, Dee People who you haven't talked to recently: Bassmaster, McRen, 'the porcelan god' (very thankful) Person you wish you could be: Strom Thurmans daughter, to keep a secret for over 40years, just to protect someones career and reputation, now that's character! You wish you were at______ right now: Miami Beach, FL, again. What I wanna be when I grow up: 1. Writer 2. Producer 3. Musician 4. All of the above Gotta be number 4. By far Why do you think people post questions like this on LiveJournal?: Cause they like to fill time, space in their journal, and want people to know what they like and think. And I am no different. | | Friday, November 28th, 2003 | | 4:16 pm |
Happy Thanksgiving all! Sorry, I'm a lil late. Here's some things that I'am thankful for: - Waking up this, and every morning, after surviving another roll of the dice, while I sleep. - The strength to raise my son, and influence him, and place the right things inside of him. - My friends, my girlfriend, and my family. - All the things I have, although I may complain I have too little. - I can view the world, with an open, and clear mind. - I can make a difference by being positive, and influencing those around me. What are you thankful for? | | Tuesday, November 25th, 2003 | | 1:59 pm |
"What if we just run with these bowling shoes on?"
This weekend?... yikes... more conflicts between my two alternate universes... on friday went to Reeds... got a lil toasty... boy I paid for it... on Sat., went out with Terri, the Bassman, and Charly... went bowling, cause Terri says the neon green bowling shoe laces are the "kewlest"... What's going on?... More war or "not war" casualaties... Less support from our alies... Jonathan Brandis, 27, death by possible suicide, damn that one kinda hurts, like losing a peer... Alonzo Mourning, will retire, due to kidney complications... Glen Cambell, DUI? huh?... Now, I don't want to make this post, a Biggie or Tupac tribute, but I did want to say how I felt. I find myself listening, every time the song "Running", which features recycled lyrics, from the two rap trend setters, and produced by Eminem. "Check it, I grew up a f---in' screw-up," "Run from the police/ Picture that n---a/ I'm too fat," he barks. "I f--- around and catch a asthma attack." "Why am I fighting to live, if I 'm just living to fight?/ Why am I trying to see, when there ain't nothing in sight?/ Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try?/ Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die?" It just leaves me hungry for more. Love them or hate them, or do not wish to hear anymore about the murder plots, or so called "beef", you can not deny them of the influence the have left on us, their own communities, and families. These two men, were not rap pioneers, but innovators of what we know and hear on the radio now. They were also sons, fathers, friends of each other, leaders, artists, and entertainers. Two black males that "survived the game", to do good for themselves, and their families. The sky was the limit for these talented individuals. Lesane Parish Crooks (Tupac Shakur)-25 years young Christopher Wallace (Notorious BIG)-25 years young There is no room for hate, violence, or revenge, in the pursuit of our greatest dreams. Big Things do not just happen to us. We must do big things. Let's Go! | | Wednesday, November 12th, 2003 | | 10:58 am |
trying to keep up
job hunt?... went to another interview... got offered the original job I applied to got another job offer... got another interview this morning from it... still undecided, but pretty sure what I'm gonna do... this weekend?... did dinner and a movie this weekend with the bassman and terri... went out with Charly afterwards... caught a cold... watched Can't Hardly Wait... spent most of Sunday with Charly... told Charly about LiveJournal, so I may be in trouble... as always, the boat has surely been rockin, and I'm standing... trying to balance my attention between my two separate universes... still trying to focus a little on my creative side... been wanting to get together with a very talent singer, to hear some of her music... State Property, ChainGang Vol. 2, is worth picking up... is it Christmas already? Yikes... got any ideas for me? | | Monday, November 3rd, 2003 | | 2:59 pm |
In Review
went to an interview, for a new job, and have to go again tomorrow, wish me luck... wait, I don't believe in luck... took my son trick-or-treating, he was the devil, hmmmm... saw Texas Chainsaw Masacare, highly recommended if you want nightmares, where you scream like a little girl, and can't wake up, or you're just sick... hung out with Charly, yeah, I think she's working out... caught the tail end of a party, boy I'm always late... Top 10 Things, that "...if I had a nickel for every time I heard that, I'd be rich...": 10: "Do you speak Spanish?" 9: "You are such a smart ass!" 8: "Stop lecturing me." 7: "Sorry is not good enough. I'm tired of hearing that you're sorry!" 6. "Your so funny, you should be a comedian." (sarcastically) 5. "Are you lost?" 4: "Aren't you that guy from Mad Magazine?" 3: "Is that a hickey on your chest?" 2: "What was your name again?" 1: "Your the best, babe." | | Wednesday, October 29th, 2003 | | 12:43 am |
Am I winning, or losing? Playing, or being played? Upside down, or just down on the upside? Jumping off into nothing, or falling off forever? Only time will tell... Or I won't wait, I'll make own... Events will shape... Or I refuse the design, I do it my way... And questions I ask, though no one else hears... And answers I always knew, but I just had to be sure. [img] http://www.danasoft.com/vipersig.jpg[/img] | | Monday, October 27th, 2003 | | 8:53 am |
What dah yah mean jobs don't grow on trees?
Still relentless in my never ending job search... no one should ever be satisfied with their job, unless they wake up every morning, and tell themselves, "I can't wait to get to work, and if I don't show up today, they won't be able to open or get anything to do, because I am the best at what I do, and I am the only one who does what I do."... most people wake up and say,"I really don't wanna go to work today..." or "My jobs real easy, even a monkey could do it, so I guess I'll show up today and put my hours in..." ... I am in search of my 'dream job', that sounds corny, but if your not working your 'dream job', or the job you always wanted, what are you doing between the hours of 8:30am and 5:30pm each day? Some people are assigned great obstacles in their lives to make them even better people. Hey, Amanda, Tuff times don't last forever, but tuff people do. | | Saturday, October 25th, 2003 | | 5:32 pm |
"where's that boy?... probally up to no good again..."
I guess I haven't been here in awhile... the Cubs got to the playoffs and lost... NJW burnt to the ground... WalMart got raided for immigrants... and some other wax there in between the ears... but what have I been up to?... if you care, I've been spending time with my son... time with Charly... got laid off of work... I now own a car that is in working order (sort of)... I've been starting to slowly write again... thinking about, thinking about school... went to Reed's Blue Bell... and the rest?... well you'll just have to read the book. My heart goes out to Terri's grandmother, her, and her family. The thing I like most about grandparents, is that they are not beautiful people because they were quite the lookers when they were younger, or won beauty pagents... its because they had no other choice to be. They made sacrifices for their children, and worked hard to keep food on the tables, and the house a whole, never seeing past that very day. Not knowing that their very decisions, and influence would direct their next generation. My grandmother worked in a bubble gum factory when my grandfather was away in WWII, to provide for a family of five children. My grandfather went away to WWII, and came back with medals, for saving a mans life, and purple hearts, but never talked about it. When they smile, their wrinkles on their foreheads are something from a portrait... and when you look at black and white pictures of them, you can see how colorful they really were... and the color of their skin, is the warmth of a sunshine on a cold october day... and they always live on inside of us, only in hopes that one day we will be so brave. | | Monday, September 29th, 2003 | | 12:09 am |
Note to self: Rember peoples birthdays, will avoid loosing friends...
... well its definitely one thing I've gotta get better with... I missed Charly's birthday... but I was close, just a few days off... who am I kidding... I am a horrible, morbid person... no I'm not, so did her friends, and even her parent's... hey, I can relate this has happened to me before... really got to start writing down the dates... well, it would sure would make me more credible, and give me an excuse to call someone, who I haven't talked to in a while... "Hey, its Matt..." "Why the hell..." "No, wait! Don't hang up, I remembered the 29th is your birthday, and just wanted to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY." "Oh, well thanks..." "... and about that time..." ~Dial Tone~ ... you catch my drift... what do you guys think about this? please reply, do you think it is important to remember birthdays? does it really make a difference? ... and on that subject, I was talking to someone the other day about birthday presents... they told me the best thing they ever received from a signifigant other, for a birthday, was a toy from a kids happy meal, (the gender of the victim, and accused, and the type of toy have all been concealed, to protect the innocent)... now, this person has had many relationships, and many of them serious... now even I, he who forgeteth birthdays, would at least do the birthday card thing, and go to the store, and pick something out, to show I actually cared enough to take the time to remeber... but don't get me wrong... I also don't believe in going out and buying expensive jewelry, or gifts that require selling your soul, just to keep your mate happy... but what do you guys think? does giving a gift matter? does it matter how much time? how much thought it required? whats the best gift you ever received? I know someone can at least reply to that! ...my thought is this... if we have a signifigant other in our lives, the least we can do is remeber their birthday, pick them up, (or make your own, that equals extra points) birthday card, and put a little thought into some kind of gift... the best gifts result from a conversation you've had with them, about their favorite things, or something from their past, or something they've always wanted... it doesn't take a whole lot to whole heartily listen, and take notes... everyone likes to feel special once in a while, especially on their own birthday (even though they didn't do a whole lot of work at it), and even more importantly, that their partner is listening to them... so a little gift can go a long way... unless your a polar bear, and are just happy with a block of ice... or a greasy toy from a happy meal. | | Friday, September 19th, 2003 | | 12:16 am |
Seize the Weekend
I'm in San Antonio, TX... gonna be here for the weekend... while the rest of the world continues to spin... I will stand still, in a strange city, in an empty hotel room... traveling is ok, for the first hour or two.. the relief to be away from it all... its just all of the other 'down time', in between, that just keeps it from being fun... hope you all have a great weekend... all I can do is try. | | Tuesday, September 16th, 2003 | | 12:37 am |
These sure are times
Conan O'Brian, is 10 years old... President Bush, in Drexel Hill... Hurricane Isabel is heading our way.... I must be sleeping on all this stuff... did you ever notice my posts are always late?... I spend most of the day pretending to be busy, denying reality, and when I find free time from my 'busy' schedule, I try to escape reality. | | Sunday, September 14th, 2003 | | 11:03 pm |
...and now, hear this...
... home again, from Texas... went to Bassman's house on Friday night, when I got in from the plane ride... got a lil funky, so had to crash... met up with Charly last night, and went to what was left of Wenk's block party, and spent some time there, then we all got kicked out, because it was real late, and we were getting real loud... so we continued it at Con's appartment, which is also Terri's place... so its good to see everyone back together, once in awhile... there's alot of differences, and people have gone there separate ways, but I don't feel like I've changed all that much... and you just never know the last time everyone will get together... what else can I say?... lets all celebrate. | | Friday, September 12th, 2003 | | 12:52 pm |
John Ritter? Johnny Cash? Don't know that either of their death extremely upsets me, other than the sympathy I feel for the families, and friends of the beloved... but life is not to be remembered.. it is to be celebtated everyday, and when its gone, to continue the celebration, in its honor... hope to finally be coming home from Dallas, TX... cause when its on, its on this weekend.. but may have to stay... I'll keep you all updated.. oh, did I tell you how cool Terri was yet today?... no, well I just did... can I see the break in the rain clouds?... oh yeah, its coming, like a ton of bricks, with the force of a freight train.... I love the feeling of being placed in the lions den, and being able to succeed... there's a calm right before the storm... or better yet, right before the sh_t hits the fan... but is it fan?... no its more like a lawnmower... and if you look for the worst in people and situations, you will find them... and people like that will end up by themselves, sitting in the corner of the room, head between knees, arms folded over knees, rocking back and forth, with only the sounds of silence, and in the company of all the things that could have been... | | Tuesday, September 9th, 2003 | | 10:38 pm |
One... Two... Three... Fourever...
...came home from Houston, TX, this weekend past. Spent time with Charly. Met another very cool person, (I must be the luckiest person in the world). Didn't go to bed until... well, this morning, and woke up this morning. Jumped on a plane to Dallas, TX. I am now in Irving, TX. I challenge you this very day, to look all of your enemies in the eyes, and shake their hands. You'll be surprised by the outcome. | | Wednesday, September 3rd, 2003 | | 11:20 pm |
Houston, Texas....
...the town known as NASA.. everything is NASA, the roads, the hotels, the clubs... and for the 'desert' land that Texas is supposed to be, Houston does it no justice...this has to be one of the most greenest, and wettest places I have ever been too... but thirsty?... well the highlight of my day, was when I was in the supermarket, I passed two young, college age, beautiful women, who gave the impression of being a little snobby, were talking it up, and once they passed me, they seized their laughter and conversation, as if they were ashamed... I thought it was me... it wasn't until I got into the checkout line behind them that I noticed they were toting a bottle of wine... but I'm sure it was me. | | Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003 | | 10:57 pm |
... its been along time, never should have left you... without a dope beat to step to...
...but I'm back, with thoughts of the 'holiday' weekend... but what holiday is it? Does anyone really no what Labor Day is? I asked several people, of different ages, and walks of life, but no one was quite sure... anyhow, I flew in from Texas friday night from about 8pm to 5am sat morning (beat that!) and I laid down for a couple of hours, then got picked up by Charly, (she is the young lady I met at the club, read a couple posts back) and went back to her house, until her friends picked us up... we had to crunch into the back of her friends truck, for a 3 hour ride (I'm sure thats a world record) to Atlantic City. We drank, gambled, and dodged the rain under cheap umbrellas... we got home late, and Sunday was pretty much a waste... and Labor Day was a basically a wash, except I got to talk to a special friend for the first time on the phone, so that definitely made it a little less gloomy...today, I got to babysit, a beautiful little girl, who's only 3 months old, cxz//'/'/ wrei0fsd9p9 (thought I would let her defend herself, that is her actual typing...) and I was a little hesitant about it at first (because I was elected to do it), but I always remeber two things... that quote, that "10 years from now it won't matter what kind of car I drove... but that I made a difference in a childs life"... and that, you never the last time you will see a babys face... that may sound odd, but think about it... every time my 80 year old neighbor, who has 8 grand children, and 5 great grand children, see's my son, she turns a different color, for she knows that any day could be her last day, to see a childs face... so what are the wise words for today? Life, is not to be taking seriously, Love, is a game to be played, and Happiness, is a journey not a destination. | | Tuesday, August 26th, 2003 | | 10:00 pm |
....the second hand, spins out of time....
Well Mt. Dora is a beautiful lil town... if you ever get to visit here... besides, when your old and retire here...its really worth a look. Its like time stood here... the town dates back past 1917... only a handful of buildings over 3 stories... train tracks in every direction, with antique rail cars just waiting... landscapes of tiny houses, all planted around a lake... but is still very much the south... girls driving big pick ups... middle aged men fishing in the middle of the day... very old wrinkled couples, wearing pink and baby blues, riding bicycles slowly... its like time just stops, and lets the kids cross, only to start moving again in a way, that passers by on the freeway, don't reconize its age....but it stops again, on the back roads, just to let the young watch the sun set, on the hoods of cars... | | Monday, August 25th, 2003 | | 7:39 pm |
Weekend in Review...
Well, looking back on it...all in all it was a good weekend. First one in a while. Went out for my friends birthday party. We had a few drinks, shots... all was good. Ran into people haven't seen in over 5 years. We all got in the foam, (yes, girls came in too). I met up with someone, that I've been wanting to meet for the longest time. We hit it off, my friends hit it off with her friends, and all was good. So what's all this mean? Well, the good guy doesn't always finish last...but he only comes in first, if he sees first for what it is. So I got the drunk, got the girl, and got the foam... so I guess you can say I win. Back to boredom... in Mt. Dora, FL... (don't ask, I am here, and I still don't know where it is) |
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