school daze

Ah yes! that perpetual mind numbing necessity of life. originally i had written this blog at school during one of my classes but it wouldn't let me publish it. oh well, everyday is the same for me Math right in the morning Chem right after lunch and social studies after that, the only change is everyday in my second block i alternate from com tech to special projects, special projects is probably the most tedious class i have, every second day i have to run around like a chicken with it's head cut off trying to get all the jobs done that the teacher that i'm helping needs me to do. it's stupid, she has me looking for lyrics for songs by an artist that apperently only ever wrote 3, but there i was listening to proof that he had more. then she wanted me to listen to the songs and write down the lrics from what i heard on the CD. well that's all fine and dandy, cept for that it's in FRENCH!!!! and he sings really fucking fast, so here i am trying to do all this and then she asks me if i can finish by the end of class??? what the fuck??? i can't even understand most of what he's saying and you want me to finish by the end of class??? i said to myself FUCKIT and i didn't do it and made up some lame excuse. and of course chem, fun by the ton. it was great! we did and experiment and we got to use this temperature mesurig thingy and get this it was call a probe, now of course my teacher had to explain to us that it should not be used in any part of the body, but me being th emature person i am i had to probe some people's ears and the like, and i found out that if i rubbed it with my had enough i could get it to 50 degrees Celcius :D oh the things you learn in chem class. but it's all a daze.
-Matt

The Yanks VS.......well....almost everyone else

As it's been very hard to miss, unless of course you're stuck in some hole and don't have any contact with the outside world....or you're just plain stupid (ahem...Kayla), that kind and wonderful president to the south, Mr. Bush (or as i like to call him, fuck nugget) wants to start yet another war. Iraq is the devil so he says, and he has support for this as well strangely enough. apperently it's all because of terrorism, and because the inspectors can't find any evidence that they have any weapons of mass destruction that means Saddam must have them, what better proof that they have weapons then the utter lack of them. there's been talk that they want to use nuclear weapons, and of course the tree hugging hippy wannabes are against this. there's demonstrations and the like, but one thing that really caught my attention was some people bringing up a technique that was use when U.S. was going to nuke China all them long years ago, the protestors sent the president thousands upon thousands of little bags of rice saying feed thy enemy. sure, it was a great way to show their point then when they had a resonable president, but now in the time of extra-super-sonic jets and tactical nuclear strikes and such, all of which are at the beck and call of a trigger happy texan, i don't really think they'll help. well maybe if you got enough of them and flew over him with a plane and threw them at him to knck him out then yes that could help, a little. and where does Canada stand on this issue? Canada's torn, between the fact that we're USA's bitch and that NATO is against the nuking and Canada has been on every peace keeping mission ever. of course i'm sure the government will make the right choice, or at least do whatever we're threatened to do. but whatever, if they're gonna go at it with nukes and shit at least it'll be a lght show that you'll never forget, or need to remember very long for that matter.
-Matt

Damned city people!

Ah yes! the other day i finally got around to seeing 8 Crazy nights with my girlfriend, it was an ok movie i suppose but one thing i hated was ALL THOSE DAMNED CITY PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!! seriously, i can't stand them, all those know it all fashion obsessed too much make-up wearing sheep, piss the hell out of me. so fucking inconciderate too, there was a group of maybe 5 girls that were standing around talking in high, ditzy, "um, like, duh" voices, right in front of the fucking ticket counter with the sickly sweet stench of too much perfume wafting off of them. but they were right where everyone else wanted to go and you couldn't tell if they were going to buy a ticket or just stand there like fucking retards. and another thing is those stupid dance video games? seriously?? what the hell??? you get some music, find some clear floor space AND YOU FUCKING DANCE!!!!!! you don't need to spend all that money just to put some stupid numbers on a stupid screen that just shows people that you can put your foot down when the little flashy lights tell you too better then anyone else. you can dance anywhere if you really want to, and you can do it for free too. now when you get to those fighting games and first person shooters that's different, how often can you go around shooting random people? or dinosaurs? you can't! either because it's illegal or because they're extinct. Even racing games serve some point, while they aren't all together realistic, people don't have to spend years training and practising to become good enough to actually be allowed to race and they don't have to fear for their lives everytime they get behind the wheel. not to mention people look fucking retarded just stomping around, i know, i'll make a game where you have to sweep floors, not only will you be paying to do somethng that you would normally be paid to do, but i'll have huge competitions so that some lucky boy or girl can proove that they are the best. Hey, stuff that's even more impossible have happened before, like the Yanks learning how to read.
-Matt

The Legend of the Golden Trout

Ok so I’m bored and decided to write myself a very short trout story to pass the time. Guess what it's inspired by!

The waves could be heard as they viciously hit the side of the shack. With each pounding of the waves, more of the outer wall was being taken away. Lake Doom was living up to its name. It was devouring everything that had set itself up along the shores. Elensar, in a desperate move to save himself and his home, ran outside in the terrifying storm to seek the help of anyone that he came across. He needed to find someone that could help him keep his house from being taken by the waves. He ran blindly in the pouring ran, trying to make his way for the town not too far away. The winds started to pick up and soon they were strong enough to make him loose his footing. He fell several times while pushing to make his way to the town. He tried for hours but soon realized that he was getting nowhere near his goal. The winds were just too strong for him. He started to turn when he heard a thwack, then everything went black. He awoke to birds chirping. His head was pounding and he had to fight to keep from falling down as he tried to stand up. When he steadied himself he realized that the storm had passed and now the sun was shinning bright. The pitch-black waters of Lake Doom were now eerily silent. Elensar took a step forward only to fall to the ground again. He got up groaning and looked back to see what had tripped him. It was a giant trout. He crawled over to it and saw that the wet golden scales were covered with words from his native tongue. He picked up the Golden Trout and read: One Trout to rule them all, One Trout to find them, One Trout to bring them all and in the water bind them.

And well since that had nothing to do with anything, I will go to sleep now so maybe I will become sane in the morning.
- Dark Lily 0>--}----

Icy Death

Well it's long over due that i write another blog, so i figured i'd my long overdue blog about me getting something that's long overdue, which would be my license. You see here in Alberta we can get our license right when we turn 16, well me being the procrastinator that i am, i still haven't gotten it. so here i am am almost a year later and i'm just starting to learn how to drive. well i really doubt that any of you don't know this but it's winter out there, and icy roads and driving for the first time don't mix. This is why i have come to the conclusion that driving instructors are the worlds bravest people, they go out everyday day, rain or shine, snow or sleet, with people that have little or no driving skills and in 10 hours try to teach them how to be functioning members of driving society. all that's stands between them and certain doom is one tiny little brake peddle...what would happen on an icy road if that thing jammed up?...........
-Matt