matt young

06:00 am: OMG UPD4T3
i just really wanted to post in this thing since it's been a solid year since my last real entry (the ones murf made don't count). i only have one thing to say, and it's extremely important, so listen up.



the pirates are here to get you. they're here to get us all.





that is all.

03:41 am: absurd is the pitch black radiance of milked colour forest eternity. stand atop the green inevitability and snore upon the shores of utter scantly mafoose. stand tall and crawl beneath the overshowering iconoclast bred out of interlocking narcissistic necessity. we are the fallen risen, beckoning the fleeing all the while consuming the empty chassis. this indefinite massacre of thinly grazed gasoline is to us the innermost of the outermost. smile through tears at the dawning of a new era. here in my shorts. hear the angels sing.

motorola

scar-fist

tampon-tampoon-timpani-timpora

scantly clad is the moon of mass fallacy. all rage. all unite. all negate.

EDIT: again, matthew bowling posting. not me.

12:03 am: i r am 2 be sumfin pretty. milk the roads and smell the adventure cup, tonight the stars do dance the dance of heroics long past. while the shining all the more makes for one to feel less thatwas, one can only wonder where this is to go above where it has been.


panties.

mushroom.

lolz.

panties.


EDIT: matthew bowling made this post, not me.

04:29 am: lean wit it coming undone rock wit it
welp, korn has officially entered faggotry status. appears they've teamed up with......... dem franchize boyz (please tell me that's the last time i'll ever have to type that). "coming undone wit it" may be the absolute worst song i've ever heard. it makes my ears bleed. now excuse me while i hang myself.

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05:56 am: the worst is over; you can have the best of me
nothing like staying up 'til six in the morning for no real reason whatsoever.

are things good? good question. i don't know... but i hope so. i pray so. here's to hoping everything works out.

my semester is essentially over, after finishing off that beastial zoo lab practical. only another week 'til i'm finished with this place for three months. thank the lord, hallelujah, praise jesus.

now i have to finish an extra credit paper for english 102.

for once, nothing clouds my vision, and i see things in their true light.

focker out

03:10 am: have i waited too long to see you?
gah, indeed.

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09:55 pm: now this broken shell of a boy falls to pieces with no choice...
...at the sound of her voice, he falls apart.



GAH.......? i don't know. someone shoot me?

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12:44 am: i was told by someone that it was time to update this. okay.

what's new in my life? try absolutely nothing. it has been a very placid few weeks, and i'm not sure if that's good or bad. the relaxation has been nice, but boredom has set in on more than one occasion, making me wonder whether or not i like all the free-time i've recently been given.

as usual, the only luck present for me was of the bad kind, so failure has set in again. what's new? oh well. what's the point in whining about it?

on a brighter note, i finally got my xbox 360, making me a very happy man. only took half of a year, but i got it, praise the lord.

on a dimmer note, my truck's transmission is dead, leaving me vehicleless and dependent on others for rides. i should have it back by this weekend, but it's been terrible without it. when necessity has arisen, i've been forced to drive my parents' chrysler town & country -- a van. as i'm sure you can imagine, it revs all the ladies' engines -- nothing reels in the hotties like a sleek, silver mini-van.

two more weeks of school, i think, then summer sets in. i haven't decided whether or not i want a job, though. i'm positively certain that working at the bank is out of the question, because one stay in hell was more than enough for me. i'll pass this time around. that means i'll probably end up not working for a business, and instead end up helping my father out on random jobs that he does. that won't be so bad, i wouldn't think.

i guess this was enough of an update to hold everyone over for another three weeks.

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04:13 am: some concrete motivation when an abstract could not do the same
wow... really been a while since this thing's been updated.

not much to say, really, just extremely bored and unable to sleep. two things i'd like to get out of the way are that a) brian hobbs is gay, and b) so is tanner dobson. and those are the facts.

i think it's time for me to try to sleep... or maybe i should just play 'the godfather' some more. i dunno.

oh, and wish me luck. t-dob, murfsheim, and stone cold brian hobbs, you honkies know what i speak of. or at least you should. if you don't, you're either straight-up retarded or... well, you're retarded. focker out

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03:11 am: good weekend. great party.
but i hate dreams. i really, really hate dreams. i could definitely do without them.

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01:30 am: another night with her, but i'm always wanting you
almost nineteen, and i couldn't care less. gotta love that.
i'm in one of my usual pissy moods. it'll clear up once i get to brett's and the bad music starts flowing.
happy birthday to kala, kristi (newman), and early birthday to brett.
been on an 'old school' music kick lately; listening to a ton of nfg, blink 182, tguk, saves the day, and so forth. dunno what really triggered it, but it's not necessarily a bad thing.
wow. it appears that now there's a "guys gone wild" video set. that's one of the funniest things of all time.
a few posts ago, i said "i'm a mess, and i'm not sure if i'll ever not be." i just wanted to restate that claim. i swear, every day makes me believe that more and more.
sleep time... i'm just absolutely exhausted. i've barely slept any this week

to be continued

04:19 am: stop saying that we're invincible
new saves the day april 4th. i've already began praying that this cd is absolutely nothing like 'in reverie'. i think i'll go see them at bogart's.
in other news, i'm snowed in, and i can't go back to the lloyd today. that's lovely. now i'm all for missing the occasional class, but missing all three of my monday classes isn't too cool. kinda need to go to one of them. but what can you do?

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02:16 am: i hate guitars, halo, moronic people trying to be cool, alice lloyd, alice lloyd, alice lloyd, and most of all, i hate being deathly ill. i think it's time i went to the doctor.

10:15 am: the day of reckoning
i return to the lloyd today. sometimes i wonder if hell is simply an endless alice lloyd campus, filled with speaker systems playing nothing but 50 cent and nickelback while 'alone in the dark' is shown endlessly on a large television. if anyone can imagine something worse than that, please, let me know, 'cause i know that i'd much rather be burned alive as opposed to enduring that torture.

i like 'the notebook', and i don't really care who knows it. does that make me a pussy? ah, if it does, it does. i can't help what movies i like. i know countless snide remarks are coming my way, so please forgive me when i ignore them -- i've got a strong feeling that i'm not going to be in the best of moods this week. do i hate that god-forsaken place that much? i don't think i even have to answer that question.

i'm a mess, and i'm not sure if i'll ever not be.

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06:11 am: i came out here to tell you it rains in heaven all day long
being sick sucks by itself. however, being sick on your last week of freedom is enough to depress a guy.

no, i've not been asleep, as the medicine i took knocked me out for the entire day, so i've had more than enough sleep.

on mtv is the star of the academy award-winning movie "glitter," mariah carey. on mtv2, i have the always thrilling "fireman" by lil' wayne. and on vh1, we have the second-best band of the past 25 years, nickelback (creed is #1, of course). thank you fuse, for being the only channel not playing complete and total suck.

did i mention that i hate being sick? here's to hoping that i feel better in time for homecoming.

on another note, 'what to do when you are dead' by armor for sleep is rapidly climbing in the 'my favorite albums of 2005' department. it's coming awfully close to #1.

guess i'll watch some more james bond... it seems that's all i've done the past few days (thank god for amc, as they have played nothing but james bond movies for the past week).

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07:06 pm: add kimo von oelhoffen to the list of people who have a special place reserved in hell. why does god hate me so? someone tell me.

now excuse me while i hang myself.

04:35 am: i told you not to believe in me
i know this was the first thing i said in my last post, but i don't think anyone truly understands how much i hate rap.

i'm officially a god at madden. however, that's probably only because i play it 24/7. it has probably taken up 35-50% of my christmas break, and that is no lie.

is 'hostel' a good movie? i wouldn't know yet, because my girlfriend's dad won't let her stay out past eleven (even though she'll be eighteen in april), which definitely shoots down a plan to watch a 9:25 movie. can you tell that i'm not too happy about that?

murf, you better be coming back from fagface's today. maybe then i'll have something to do at this time in the morning other than post in a frigging livejournal.

only once in my life have i been this nervous about a football game, and that was on february 6th, 2000, when the titans lost to the evil rams in the super bowl -- i hear mike jones, who tackled kevin dyson one yard short of a touchdown on the final play, has his own personal space reserved in hell. the bengals play in their first playoff game since 1990 in exactly eleven hours and fifty-five minutes, and i already have butterflies. yes, a 'stupid sports game' means that much to me, and yes, that probably makes me a massive loser, but no, i don't really care. i don't get this nervous about anything... it's like i have a special case of nervousness reserved for huge games (examples include the said super bowl, today's game, uk's elite eight matchup with michigan state last year, and the reds' one-game playoff with the mets seven years ago, a game that i actually attended). it's a shame that my team lost every single god-forsaken game -- the reds' loss to the mets that day seven years ago mentally broke me, as i have forever lost faith in any of my 'favorite teams' winning the big one (the pistons' win doesn't count, as i don't follow professional basketball as religiously as i do football/baseball). but enough about sports, as i've probably bored most of you to tears with this.

guess i'm off to play some madden.

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04:05 am: been a while.
first off, i hate rap. if i hear one more subwoofer thump out "window shopper" i'm throwing myself through a window.
secondly, i hate finals. especially biology, considering that's why i'm awake.
everything else is decent, i guess. dying to get out of this hellhole known as alice lloyd for a good month. it'll be awesome. i plan on moving not a single time.
pretty boring life lately, so that's about all i've got to say.

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08:05 pm: and the ship has been righted again.

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10:05 pm: i'd rather be fighting with you than sleeping here next to her
haha, i'm an idiot. maybe i just need to come to terms with and embrace this. i'm sure murf, among others, will agree.

sorry for not updating in forever, and i apologize again for this not being an actual update.

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