<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:56:22.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>matt g's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>In this blog the secrets of the universe and great insights are shown, jk but i get to rant and rave about things that bug me.hey a little disclaimer all the crap is here just for fun and if your in here its because i think youre cool, and i think thats saying alot
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&lt;a href="http://mtmovies.blogspot.com/"&gt;mattandtj'smovieblog&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107221113294137598</id><published>2003-12-23T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T15:25:48.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its finished, goodbye blogger. i will miss you. ne way enough of the sad stuff. check out my new and improved blog &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/mattg778"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. ne way.....cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107221113294137598?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107221113294137598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107221113294137598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107221113294137598' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107220975819922918</id><published>2003-12-23T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T15:02:54.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here once again. the internet wasnt working this morning. i have sad, sad news. im gonna switch the blogger service to livejournal, because very frankly its way better. ive had fun with this little endevour, and i have about 70 pages of crap ive written over the last 3 months. im gonna hope to continue this with livejournal. ne way im gonna make a link to this thing so you can read it from my new blog whenever you want. ne way, for the last time in this blog, cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107220975819922918?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107220975819922918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107220975819922918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107220975819922918' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107213142396532949</id><published>2003-12-22T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T17:17:19.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im here, and i got hw. its like christmas eve eve and i have hw. wtf. ne way i had an ok day today. think i did good on all my tests. ne way i better go and get stuff done. im wicked hungry. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107213142396532949?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107213142396532949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107213142396532949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107213142396532949' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107209404997991752</id><published>2003-12-22T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T06:54:24.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k another busy day dont expect entries. i think im being too abusive to smarterchild cause he wont talk to me ne more. also i have 3 tests today so im screwed. oh well ill laugh about it when im in vacation. no i wont but its nice just to say that. hahaha cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107209404997991752?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107209404997991752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107209404997991752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107209404997991752' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107202724160894576</id><published>2003-12-21T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T12:20:56.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this might be the only entry for today, cause i have at least 4 hours of hw. its gonna be the last sprint right before the finish line. ne way ill leave you with another quote from get fuzzy, which i think is the most hilarious comic in the newspaper. i have two and they go, "I got it for him because it had the words 'monkey' and 'incident' on the cover!" and "So, wait. Napoleon was a monkey?" i laughed at that one about monkeys and incidents. ne way i might as well get started, eh? cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107202724160894576?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107202724160894576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107202724160894576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107202724160894576' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107197232573590772</id><published>2003-12-20T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T21:05:40.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im here once again. it was a good party. kevin's wicked funny, and he does a wicked good impression of mrs ferari. i should start doing the quote of the day again. lets see, todays quote will come from the party. oh i got one from kevin talking to mrs ferari, "you'll never believe it, mrs ferari, see i was walking down the hallway to try and get to your class, because i love this class so much, when i saw grady little stumbling down the hallway. well he walked right up to me, put his hand on my shoulder, and i could smell the alcohol on his breath, and he said, "ok, pedro, youre coming out."" and then mrs ferari said, "mr obrien, that was the funniest story i ever heard, hahaaha." if you knew who she was youd laugh too. well its a pretty funny story ne way. oh ill update the movie blog now. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107197232573590772?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107197232573590772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107197232573590772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107197232573590772' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107194442900172945</id><published>2003-12-20T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T13:20:44.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>only made one entry yesterday on account of my busy life. todays the galvin christmas party, so we're cleaning. yesterday i went to the lord of the rings, the return of the king. if youre wondering if this movie is ne good, well it is. it was soo fuckin awesome it just blows your socks off. i still got 2 days of school before vacation, and i have 3 tests on monday. somehow that seems very, very wrong. i better go and get ready for the party. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107194442900172945?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107194442900172945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107194442900172945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107194442900172945' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-10718352487020545</id><published>2003-12-19T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T07:01:03.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a short entry so im gonna hurry. got english test today. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-10718352487020545?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/10718352487020545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/10718352487020545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10718352487020545' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107178968298528198</id><published>2003-12-18T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:21:37.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, im doing my hw and i dont really want to. wish i was on vacation. still got like 5 tests in the four days before christmas. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107178968298528198?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107178968298528198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107178968298528198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178968298528198' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107177734840364003</id><published>2003-12-18T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T14:56:03.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was quite hectic, to say the least. journals are due in english on monday and i havent done ne of them at all. actually ive done a little bit but not enough to warrent ne pride. ne way in history today mr seaver was laughing and joking as usual and then without even changing tone he told some people, to keep their identities a secret just in case, to stay after class. well he made on of them cry so we didnt talk to mr seaver all after lunch. he asked me at the end of class what was up and i said the fact that he had yelled at them so suddenly. he seemed to feel justified in the fact he had informed us he was short on time. well just a small note to teachers if you act all happy and kid alot you have to make it apparent that youre being serious. i feel bad for both mr seaver and the person who cried. movies dont make me sad but that does. ne way i used the phycological test on him where i imply something and see if he takes the bait. i said that certain person took it really bad. he goes, "so youre saying it was my fault." if i was a business man he just fell so into my trap it was perfect, just absolutly perfect. so i say, "now youre saying that yourself, i never said ne thing about that." you can tell he feels bad just a little, even uncontiously, with the fact he thought i was impling that. im just smart i guess. another thing i would like to say is that no one can keep a damn secret ne more. you say one little thing and then it gets blown way outta proportion. even if you joke with a friend about someone, even if the joke was stupid and didnt mean ne thing, the whole thing gets blown away. girls dont really get guys just like how guys dont get girls. just because a guy makes a joke about a girl doesnt mean he doesnt like that girl, not at all. but whats the point of explaining it ne way. im tired of typing cause i have a million and one things to do. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107177734840364003?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107177734840364003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107177734840364003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107177734840364003' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107174882001464833</id><published>2003-12-18T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T14:47:54.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dream last night was that me and some of my friends died and went to the afterlife. but the afterlife wasnt all that different, except that there was an entrance exam to get in. you had to pinch some skin in the middle of your forehead and the bridge of your nose and cross them over 3 times. now thats a physical impossiblity, but your dead. well me and my unnamed friends (i dont know who they were) made it except for one of us. it was supposidly a test of our intellect. well he failed and we're like what happens and they took away all his intellegence. then he was deemed a slave. so my group liked lived in the ghetto of the afterlife for a while trying to think of a way to get our other friend back. we found out you had to eat in the afterlife or you die, and they dont feed slaves. if you die again theres nothing for you and you just float around forever. so we pleaded with the admissions officer and he agreed to let my other friend take it again on one condition, that if he lost he could addopt me. apparently i had done spectacular on the entrance exam and he wanted a son like me. so i said yes if it would help my friend, and to make a long story short he won. the end cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107174882001464833?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107174882001464833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107174882001464833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107174882001464833' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107170962430990664</id><published>2003-12-17T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T20:07:18.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im done, done, done, done, done. ok im not really done but im quitting for tonight. this is what i got left&lt;br /&gt;chem: Lab, Test&lt;br /&gt;Math: Hw, test&lt;br /&gt;Health: Project&lt;br /&gt;English: 2 chapters, test&lt;br /&gt;Religion: Test&lt;br /&gt;Spanish: Quiz&lt;br /&gt;History: 2 hw's, 1 DBQ&lt;br /&gt;so as you can see im far from finished, but there are only 4 days of school left. how can they cram all that stuff into 4 days of school. i think its unconstitutional. ne way i guess tj was too impatient to wait to go to the lord of the rings on the weekend. i woulda gone last night but he was sick. i think he shoulda called me or something. ne way enough of my pettyness i am gonna have to leave this thing alone for an entire week during christmas break. im going skiing so ill have plenty to write about when i get back. ne way thats not happening for approximately one week just thought id warn you now. chris wolf wants to have throwers practice during vacation at 8 in the morning every day. im glad im going skiing, but skiings not a bad leg workout. throwers need strong legs, so they cant complain im doing nothing. and i gotta chase tj around all day, so thats at least like 3 miles a day, ya know. see this is the problem im encountering with this cram of homework, long periods of free time with nothing to do. usually i get home from school and ease into boredom gradually. this week its been work work work and then i hit boredom like a rock. i cant take the smell of pasta cooking in my house. it makes me thirsty, and i hate pasta. im more partial to like cheeseburgers and stuff. ne way i think im gonna go do shit. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107170962430990664?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107170962430990664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107170962430990664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107170962430990664' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107170606362250715</id><published>2003-12-17T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T19:13:33.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, i got some free time finally this week. you know what i hate, melodramatic people who act weird and then complain that the "normal" people dont accept them. it pisses me off. everyone has to meet everyone else halfway. you cant show up to a freakin board meeting wearing gothic stuff and say thats who i am. i dont like to wear dress cloths, but every so often i have to. that doesnt betray who i am. and if your not gonna meet halfway why should everyone else compensate for you and meet you the full way. ugh i hate dumb things like that. the other thing that pisses me off is people who do really well at something and then shove it in your face. well its easy to win a game when youre the only one playing. i dont really care if im beating other people, just as long as im happy im content with where im at. and if you find happiness by beating other people then you got some serious phycological issues, buddy. ne way thats all i gotta say for now. gonna watch 11 min mario again then finish all the damn hw i got. oh yeah forgot to post that i failed those two chem hw's again, and shes not letting me make it up. well, mrs ferari, if your going to assign something you cant expect me to do well if i dont get it. i went to her this morning and she refused to teach it to me. i gotta get someone else to teach me this stuff. its fucking comunist if i miss a day of school and then the teachers refuse to teach me the stuff i missed. still think i can salvage an A tho. math im not so sure. i got a test next week and one more hw. if i get like 100s on both of those i might, might, pull an a. i seriously doubt it tho. and i got that whole notebook thing i havent even started yet. im already overwhelmed with stuff i have to do after christmas vacation. time to relax and forget my problems. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107170606362250715?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107170606362250715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107170606362250715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107170606362250715' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107166296632582755</id><published>2003-12-17T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T07:09:40.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a dream last night about cutting my cat in half by accident with the door. then she found another cat body and merged her half with the other half. it was a very strange dream. going to school again. adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107166296632582755?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107166296632582755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107166296632582755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107166296632582755' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107162674500549222</id><published>2003-12-16T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T21:05:59.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh my damn blog. ne way i got good on my psats and according to my dad if i take a class my predicted scores could be about 1400 on the old sat's. personally i think i could have done better. watched a guy beat super mario bros. 3 in 11 minutes, and i have to say hes almost as skilled at video games as me. ne way i finished my 4 paper history report, which sucks. still got a chem, english, math, and mabey religion test. also i got a project in health. i dont got much else to write but expect a big one this weekend. christmas, where art thou. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107162674500549222?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107162674500549222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107162674500549222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107162674500549222' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107157557284805096</id><published>2003-12-16T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T06:53:06.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, im here again. had a dream about water skiing with my regular skis, then i went to a different church but father bernie was still there. getting the psats back this morning, along with a quiz and a project due. had a small calming moment in the shower this morning (not that kind of moment) so now i dont really care at all how i do on my psats. still wanna do good tho. ne way cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107157557284805096?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107157557284805096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107157557284805096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107157557284805096' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107153050843031172</id><published>2003-12-15T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T18:22:02.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>christmas is a time for reflection, celebration, and the comming together all the peoples of the world. well my teachers must all be heathens. ive got so much hw that if i cut it in half, i would still be overwhelmed. breakdown of the hw time&lt;br /&gt;Chem: Worksheet, lab&lt;br /&gt;Math: 2 quizes, 1 hw, 1 test&lt;br /&gt;History: 4 page paper, like 4 quizes, 1 dbq, 4 hw's&lt;br /&gt;religion: unknown (prob a quiz or a test)&lt;br /&gt;Spanish: reader project, copy vocab, 1 quiz&lt;br /&gt;Health: Multiple personalies disorder project&lt;br /&gt;English: 4 chapters of the SL, 1 test&lt;br /&gt;and thats about it. im guessing ill get a few more hw assignments and that sucks too. for tomarrow i have to have the chem ws done, the reader project and the copy vocab for spanish, a quiz in math, and i get my stupid psats scores in religion. im telling brian not to tell my dad or mom, even if my scores are good. life shouldnt be constantly analyzed and monitered. if i get a bad grade then my dad will be all upset and ask me a bunch of stupid and unnessisary questions. "well, did you think it was hard?" if i got a bad grade than that is a freakin dumb question to ask. it doesnt matter if i thought it was hard, cause i got a bad grade ne way. thinking it was hard wouldnt fix ne thing one way or another. thats mostly what im dreading, having my dad find out. i also hate the talks when i do good about how many oppurtunitys that can afford me. leave me alone and let me do what i want to do. right now i want to sleep, but i cant cause i have an insane amount of hw. it seems wrong to be forced to do something. a little known fact of life is that there are always second chances. i knew of a person who got to umass and got strait a's and the second semester she transferred to brown. kinda pointless to be doing insane amounts of work now, huh? oh well dont listen to me im just grumpy cause i havent gotten much sleep lately. i think that was the first time ive used the word grumpy in years. well ne way i better get down to it. im still angry. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107153050843031172?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107153050843031172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107153050843031172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107153050843031172' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107148908296262340</id><published>2003-12-15T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T06:51:36.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for all the short entries lately. my dad came in this morning and told me it was time for school. no, not really, it was time to be forced to go to school. whatever. got 2 much hw. if i dont make it back by nine come lookin for me, k? cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107148908296262340?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107148908296262340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107148908296262340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107148908296262340' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107145024292669799</id><published>2003-12-14T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T20:04:16.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, so they caught saddam. thats a very good thing, cause he did lots of bad things. one thing i still believe tho is that one human cannot judge another. we dont have that kind of mental capasity. got a quote, then i still gotta finish the scarlet letter, "If by misunderstood you mean his insane rantings are unintelligible as he attacks you with a spork, yeah. You may be right." its from that comic Get Fuzzy which i find very funny. ne way i g2g and torture myself a bit more. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107145024292669799?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107145024292669799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107145024292669799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107145024292669799' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107144297195376566</id><published>2003-12-14T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T18:03:05.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too much hw. went to the game but tj couldnt go. it was fun. mr sullivan and mr chase were there. ill explain later if i have the chance. ne way i got 2 do my hw. it sucks. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107144297195376566?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107144297195376566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107144297195376566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107144297195376566' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107137384173762033</id><published>2003-12-13T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T22:50:54.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from ny, it was pretty fun. dont gotta say much, i scored kill bill off a street vendor. its not out yet. ill write a big long entry tomarrow about my escapades. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107137384173762033?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107137384173762033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107137384173762033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107137384173762033' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107128198794310654</id><published>2003-12-12T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T21:21:36.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heard some disturbing news that i wont be putting in my blog. i think im gonna start a new one that you need like a password to view or something. yeah thats an idea. ne way im leaving early tomarrow and im gonna sleep now. no time to work on my story tonight. got another quote cause i wont be making many entries tomarrow. from mr oclair again, "Yeah so i want pengiuns with lasers on them to take antartica back from brian." you dont have to understand, cause it makes no sence ne way. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107128198794310654?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107128198794310654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107128198794310654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107128198794310654' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107126262542846298</id><published>2003-12-12T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T15:57:17.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got a 95 on my history test, if ne of you care. felt pretty happy about it. also got a new coat, but its pretty puffy and more like a winter coat, ill live. going out to eat tonight, and im pretty damn exhausted. got the trip tomarrow, planning on doing hw on the bus. got quite a few tests and projects due before christmas, getting a small ulcer. ne way that sums up my day, so how was your day. well i certainly hope it was good. im gonna go take a nap cause im not gonna get much sleep this weekend. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107126262542846298?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107126262542846298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107126262542846298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107126262542846298' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107123030616673214</id><published>2003-12-12T06:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T07:06:49.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, i sure am tired. got a history test, a spanish quiz, and an english quiz today. im not happy. got 1st in the shot at the meet last night which is good. yeah so thats about it. studied a little last night and read a little last night. still writing my story thats coming out ok, but i havent got to the good part yet. not sure how long its gonna be begining to end, i would say mabey 40 to 50 pages or so. but when the story's good the words just fly out, and im already done with like 10 pages. no weekend this weekend, cause of the muy stupido NY trip. gotta get up at like 6, then i got the patriots game the next morning at 11. and i have a math test, english test, prob a religion test, a history project, an english project, and God knows how many math quizes. so im gonna be backed up all next week. and i gotta go to school the 22 and the 23. that seems wrong. quote of the day comes from ben oclair, "well if she's ne thing like mr houge he'll hate you forever." wont tell you what he's referring to but its funny on its own. for those of you who dont know mr houge wont talk to ben oclair. ive seen ben look him in the eye and say hello and mr houge will just walk right by him without saying a word. had a strange dream last night where i found a wooden paddle, only it was on a stick so it kinda looked like a zanbatou, or in lameman's terms a big pole with a big blade at the end. i swung it at my sister a few times and she ran away. something else happened but i forgot it. gonna be soo tired today. ne way i better be moseying on off cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107123030616673214?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107123030616673214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107123030616673214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107123030616673214' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107119967153890357</id><published>2003-12-11T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:28:04.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from the meet. 1st place in the shot baby. the wang was with us tonight. ne way bed time cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107119967153890357?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107119967153890357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107119967153890357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107119967153890357' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107117233631451038</id><published>2003-12-11T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T14:52:28.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k, im back from school. ill tell you a small story thats pretty funny but its probly gonna be one of those stories where you had to be there. i had to make up that chem hw i got a 6 on so i went to her class during free and she sat me down in a seat in the back. i sat behind pj kamp and nelson machado and the class was crazy. for the first few minutes mrs ferrari wouldnt even speak, and then all the kids around me got like 4s on their hw. then i was informed that my aunt was hot. afterwords mrs ferrari was talking about some kind of particle and she goes "and newton discovered this particle using a special formula." and then nelson goes "and he named this unit, the g unit." then they started asking mrs ferrari about the g unit and she had no idea what was going on. it was pretty funny and pretty sad at the same time. ne way im gonna go cause i got a track meet tonight. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107117233631451038?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107117233631451038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107117233631451038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107117233631451038' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107114444466775568</id><published>2003-12-11T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T07:07:37.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm, something happend just now that seemed to have deleted the post i just worked on. my dad can piss me off in the mornings sometimes. he needs everything to be clean all the time. ne way it wasnt a bad post till my dad came and wreaked it. hes done that twice now. ne way today i think i have 2 much work, my horoscope says negative people will bring me down, and my dad says to get the hell off the computer. i say screw it all, dammit! hmmm but i should get off cause ill be going down to the seventh layer of hell ne minute (school). yeah so ill write something later cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107114444466775568?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107114444466775568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107114444466775568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107114444466775568' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107110450026112797</id><published>2003-12-10T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T20:01:52.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, failed another thing is chem. she said i could make it up, still kinda depressed about it. ne way something that makes me happy is that its over halfway through the week, and i dont have math or spanish tomarrow (but i do have chem, blah). as you have read in previous entries im backed up with work to my knees. well i have finished quite a bit of hw including my chem and religion projects. hope the chem is worth alot (not joking). the classes i like are history, english, and sometimes spanish. the rest can bite my ass (not math sometimes i just dont like doing alot of work that hurts my head). chem is too hard and workaholicky and religion is muy estupido. i invented a word and did the second one in broken spanish, go me. ne way its about 8 right now and i think its about miller time. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107110450026112797?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107110450026112797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107110450026112797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110450026112797' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107105725688736218</id><published>2003-12-10T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T06:59:54.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back once again. i dislike waking up so early. i did my chem project so now im down to 4 projects. still sucks. both english and religion are due this friday and the other two projects im doing on tuesday and thursday of next week. im starting to get that christmas feeling with only 10 days of school left till christmas (counting today). hmm i sure am tired, and i better get going if i dont want my dad to yell at me. cya, actually im back from surfing the web and there was nothing new ne where. so im back. my story is coming along quite nicely, but i cant stop swearing in it. its probably going to be rated pg13 cause of the language. ill tell you a brief synopsis of the story (dont get to use that word every day). k its gonna be about a kid whos like mabey 17 and he kinda freaks out and he becomes telepathic. thats the basic premise of it. id go deeper but youre gonna have to wait till its finished to read ne more. i think it will be an ok story when i finish. who knows it might be great and ill get a free ride to harvard. then again thats not gonna happen. now i really do have to go so cya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107105725688736218?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107105725688736218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107105725688736218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107105725688736218' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107101719915257242</id><published>2003-12-09T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T19:46:50.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ben updated his blog, and thats pretty scary. better start buying duck tape for the nuclear winter. ne way his entry reminded me to add something to this, um, thing. its about mount and hockey. its nice to have school spirit, but stoppit mount, your scaring the bambinos! yeah in class ms ferrer read about a freakin hockey game for prayer. and i think im sacreligious by making fun of religion class. no kidding this will be the freakin, um, quote of the week (so i dont feel bad about not puttin em ne more)&lt;br /&gt;"...And then Jared made an assist, good job Jared! Amen, in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit."&lt;br /&gt;no kidding that was literally said in my class, it made me ticked off, but what r u gonna do. free will means we do bad things and good things, and that we can act marginally retarded sometimes. yeah and the other thing is the mural with Jesus holding a hockey stick. im betting its Moses' staff just craved into a hockey stick or something. i like sports, but only to a point. when someone forces a sport down your throat you tend to gag on it. but im just pissed off, and im not saying half i would like to say ne way. havent worked on either my story or my hw since i got home, just cause im lazy. waiting for my dad to arrive so i can see if i can steal some of his dinner. im hungry after upchucking. hmm i was a jerk when i was a kid, i think (im probly a jerk now)((jk)). i can remember things i used to do and think and i was just really a jerk. like one time i kicked my cousin in the stomach. yeah i still remember that episode. some of my cousins still bring that up every so often. ne way i better go and get to work. cya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107101719915257242?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107101719915257242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107101719915257242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107101719915257242' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107100540139423449</id><published>2003-12-09T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T16:30:13.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello once again. im taking time out of my busy schedule to write in my blog. actually i am really busy lately, so you should be grateful you get to hear me talk about stupid little things. threw up at track again, but not in the showcase way i did last time. i did it only a little. i cant run for crap, thats why i throw. have to run to get in shape tho, and thats when i hurl. ne way ive written a concept for the short story im writing. havent worked everything out yet. cant wait for christmas so i can get a fuckin break. i can make up that 6 i got in chem. lifes lookin good. and im eating jims tonight. i do gotta do dbq's tho, and that sucks ass. well ne way like i said im a busy guy with lots of things to do. and im serious this time. i got that song raindrops are fallin on my head stuck in my head. it can get annoying after a while. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107100540139423449?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107100540139423449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107100540139423449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107100540139423449' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107097105183540484</id><published>2003-12-09T06:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T06:57:43.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry, i got no time. just wanted to make an entry cause i hate missing days of entries. got 5 projects between now and christmas. i wont be making many entries. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107097105183540484?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107097105183540484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107097105183540484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107097105183540484' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107091919180048717</id><published>2003-12-08T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T16:33:23.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>computers been acting crazy again. damned hackers, you dont have to make everyone elses life misarable because yours is too. ne way i got literally 6 projects before christmas break and about 5 tests and this weekend i have the new york trip on saturday and the game on sunday. i better start to get to work. just got back from track. chris wolfe said i probably hold the record for the farthest sophmore shot put throw. well im just that good. and in reference to brian, golf isnt a fucking sport. the hardest part of golf is walking around with the bags, oh wait you have a caddy to do that for you. im pretty sure that walking isnt a sport. ne way a shower and about 2 devil dogs is lookin really good right now. im thinking of writing a story about this thing ive been thinking about for some time. i thought of the topic last night and i think i could turn it into a good 20 page story. mabey that would count for something in english class. i have a facination with writing stories, and i think i have a pretty substatial imagination. im not good at putting that imagination down on paper. im gonna try tho, just to see how it comes out. i suck at drawing too, and i would really enjoy being a good artist. ne way im hoping i have a big dinner tonight cause i am really hungry. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107091919180048717?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107091919180048717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107091919180048717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107091919180048717' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107084537533467751</id><published>2003-12-07T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T20:03:07.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busy fucking day. im the most unlucky kid in the world. no kidding. k we went to the game and then we get stuck in traffic and to make a long story short we end up getting sent back home. we're gaurenteed to go next week so im just not gonna talk about it ne more. im so pissed off i was gonna write but now im gonna leave. soooo pissed off right now, you dont even know. k ne way cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107084537533467751?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107084537533467751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107084537533467751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107084537533467751' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107076869902932510</id><published>2003-12-06T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T22:45:10.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, im here once more. i had nothing to do today and did exactally that, nothing. feeling kinda bad about it cause i have a really jammed day tomarrow and i cant really do my hw. so im screwed over in that perspective, hahaha. i laugh in the face of failing. go ahead, teachers, try to make an f. cause your already dead! no one will understand that joke cept for me and mr bergeron. i dislike inside jokes but whatever that ones a good one. my dad in his attempt to get home in time for the game tomarrow flew to washington to get an early flight. then when he got there they canceled all the flights, so now he's flying back to chicago. sucks ass, bud. ne way im gonna go do more nothingness, till about three in the morning. no one goes online ne more. everyone just goes on to put an away message up. what does that say about people. i always say my sister is too socially reliant. that means she cant take it when she doesnt have her friends around. like today i was with tj at church and she felt the need to follow us around. it gets really annoying, and her breath smelt bad too. i like being alone sometimes to think. someone wrote a story i think i read in scifi class that was about how an alien race hated humans because we could stand being alone. it whent something like we just met and they were going to send all of there criminals and mentally insane people here because they could take being alone. and they hoped never to see the humans again. the writer of that story must really be fucked up. god made us imperfect, and if we strive for perfection all we can do is fail. thats not to say we shouldnt strive for perfection, im just saying not to expect too much. thats like the movie k-pax where they always have aliens be this smart race that knows so much more than we do. they had a thing how there werent families. in not so many words they basically said families were obsolete on k-pax. im sure the writer would beg to differ, cause it was pretty obvious he was trying to point out the flaws in our own society. but really if youre going to try and do that, then write an essay about it. if you try and make a more perfect world, like an alien one, youre gonna have to relize that youre human and you cant create something perfect. someday im gonna write a story just for the hell of it. its gonna be this cool scifi fantasy comedy. none of this meaningful crap, ya know. i just want something that will give the reader a minute of enjoyment. you know i think that would be good enough. i wrote a strange little stupid story a while ago in my blog. i forgot what it was about but i remember i felt weird when i wrote it. go and search for it in the blog archives, cause i dont think you really know what strange is until you read it. ne way its time for me to go and get ready to wake up and hit the ground running tomarrow. its like in that song, you know that old one that everyone kept singing and then everyone hated it and now no one remembers it. it think it was called rock star or something like that. tj sung it in a karoke contest at camp borndale when the sixth grade went. he was like matt come up here and i was like "hell no." i liked the south park episode "butt out," that came out recently. it made me think a little. however they portreyed the cigerette companies too positively and the anti smoking people too negatively. they kind of did what they themselves accused the anti smoking people of doing. cause all they showed was rob reiner eating and yelling and they showed the cigarette people as like willy wonka and the choclate factory. not the whole story really. argh i gotta stop talking and leave. ne way cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107076869902932510?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107076869902932510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107076869902932510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107076869902932510' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107075322942282217</id><published>2003-12-06T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T18:27:20.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back once again. gonna read the book gunslinger by steven king. thats not how you spell steven but im lazy and thats how im gonna spell it. my dad's getting back sometime tomarrow so i dont know how the games gonna get worked out. oh well we'll see tomarrow. ne way im gonna eat rice for dinner. saw a book at stop and shop called "doga, yoga for dogs." it had tj laughing for at least 2 minutes. gonna get it for christmas. cya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107075322942282217?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107075322942282217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107075322942282217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107075322942282217' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107073475398265405</id><published>2003-12-06T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T13:19:25.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i have basically nothing to do today now, which kicks much ass. kids sucessfully used the snowblower without having to take a trip to the hospital. ne way im really freakin bored till my parental guardian gets home. cause tj wants me to come over and i dont kno if i can. for some reason i think im somehow gonna get in trouble today. its just a feeling, ya know. away messages and profiles have to become less serious. like they're getting crazy now with all shit and stuff. people put mature things in their profiles to sound mature, but if you think about it adults wouldnt put shit like that if they had screen names. so its not really being mature. like with all the shit i say in here i can recognize i dont know shit and im still a stupid kid. some people seriously need to regonize that. like my dad says "all an early serious relationship can do is get a girl pregnant." he can be really poetic sometimes, ya know (sarcasm implied)? ne way im off to the races. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107073475398265405?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107073475398265405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107073475398265405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107073475398265405' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107072958100189386</id><published>2003-12-06T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T11:53:11.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, lots of fuckin snow. ive been up for about 10 minutes now and neighborhood kids are shoveling our driveway. hope their gettin good money cause our driveway's a pain in the ass. seriously its gotta be twice as long as a normal one and it goes downhill. it really sucks. ne way i better find out whats going on today. i think my dad's also comming back today. i listened to all the messages on our machine and one was a woman saying people think my mom is irresponsible for holding frosty's fun fest. wait dammit i think the kids are using the snow blower. if they blow their arms off im in trouble. oh well i say they can learn the hard way if they do. ha cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107072958100189386?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107072958100189386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107072958100189386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107072958100189386' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107068274759205373</id><published>2003-12-05T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T22:52:38.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is really hard to read. i type too fast and i dont spell alot right and i leave words out. ne way i just thought id tell you before going upstairs that the poll or having your own car or driving your parents nicer car is now at 7 to 1. im winning. i liked mr guevs talk today in class about looking into yourself. personally, i think i know myself very well. alot of people like to turn their heads from the truth, but i like to embrace it. its a sign of a pessimist, you know. a pessimist will look at a burning hotel and assume that people died in it, but an optimist will look and say everyone got out safe. im the first kind, to tell you the truth. you cant have an optimistic view of yourself while you look into yourself (bad sentence). well im not really pessimisitc, a little mabey, i think im more of a realistic person. saying no one died in the fire is just shunning yourself from the truth, saying people deffinately died is almost massachistic, but saying people probably at least got hurt is more realistic. im going off on a tangent here. ne way i really think that i know myself pretty well. havent had much to complain about yet. thats the sign of someone who doesnt know themselfs, their not happy. im against, however, going soul searching and crap. i still believe that the only way to know yourself is to live as yourself. i might examine every once and a while, but mostly i just do crap and see how things turn out in the end. thats how i know what kind of a person i am. i think its a good gift to have, and everyone should try to live like themselves instead of being little idiots so everyone else will like them. that always pisses me off. just wanted to write about that. just remember that quote i live by, by einstein, "life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved." i love that saying so much. ne way cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107068274759205373?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107068274759205373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107068274759205373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107068274759205373' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107068028331877976</id><published>2003-12-05T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T22:39:17.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back from track, actually ive been back but ive been doing stuff. turns out i didnt lose ne thing at all in my throwing game over the summer. i threw 33 and 8 inches and i think i threw crappy. thats only 4 inches away from making class. thats pretty damn good. the last two throws i pulled on off my thumb and the other one was just crap, plain and simple. im the best shot putter on the team, other than wolfe i think. but wolfe is older, so that doesnt count. tiago is good for a beginner, reminds me of me last year. snowing like a bastard outside, so everything i was doing this weekend got canceled. thats good for me tho. ha got a 110 on my bread essay, and then a 6 out of 12 on my chem hw. i laughed alot. pissed me off a little, considering i actually spent time on it. time is one of the few things you cant get back. if i spend ne thing i can never re-live or get back i deserve at least an 8 out of 12. i think thats fair enough. dont really know why teachers expect me to be sad when i get a bad grade. i dont really try ne way, so i mean its not like a 6 is as best as i can do. im too lazy to try, and i still pull off strait a's, so whats the point. kids will tell you, and so will parents, that its for the future. ill live some in the future, and some in the present. my dad went to u-mass and if he really wanted to he could be a multi-millionaire right now. so like theres really no point in working my ass off. plus im probly not gonna wanna be a multi millionaire. it would be too much weight on my conscience with so much money. ill just do something where i can live comfortably and have some fun. i think strait a's will get me that. i finished ffX-2 today. it was a good ending, if you get the good one. dont bother finishing the game if you dont get the good ending, its pointless. ne way the final review of this game is prob a 8.5 in gameplay, cause its just so easy till the end, a 8.5 in story, cause its just not up to par with the last one, and all the rest are just fine. i think id score the game with a nine out of ten. im waiting till christmas for my next game. well ne way thats just about all for today. i got 2 weeks from hell and then some time off. not a bad deal, if i do say so myself. hmmm im really tired today. hitting the sack will be sweet. cant wait to get my guitar. ah wait a random fact instead of a quote today, i dont really got one. guess how much the average human body is worth. well, take your time and actually guess before reading ahead. give up? its $4.50. all the elements that make up our body all together as a package would be roughly $4.50. smaller people a bit less, bigger people a bit more. ne way cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107068028331877976?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107068028331877976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107068028331877976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107068028331877976' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107062596456715496</id><published>2003-12-05T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T07:06:53.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, my dads not here and ive got a good 20 minutes till mrs jorge picks me up. wait is she, i dont know. might be the lamarres. ne way ive been hearing a little about the new napster. you gotta pay for your songs, and if you want you pay 10 dollars a month to just download ne song and listen to it, but not burn it. the whole piracy thing got a little out of hand. i know that winmx is still running around free as ever, and i deleted kazaa a long time ago now. from a buisness standpoint, the music industry made a brillant play with all those lawsuits. i dont know about all this computer stuff. with the patriot act and shit. i just go on the computer now to do this, talk to people, and do hw. thats just about it. still i dont like the idea of the government being able to look into my computer. ive got nothing to hide, but this is my stuff. so if your the government reading this cause you hacked my computer, get the fuck out. and i can say that cause of freedom of speech biatches. the law should be less general and more specific. like if you got a guy in custody for mabey being a terrorist, then look at his computer all you want. hell if you said i was a terrorist then i would beg you to look on my computer, ya know. but i think its going too far if you just can read everything thats going on all the time. and i wonder if the whole finding out people that did napster was something like the patriot act. thatd be very wrong, cause the whole pretext of the patriot act is to protect us from terrorists, not a new way to find out if we're doing illegal stuff online. its a touchy subject, ya know. today kinda felt like christmas when i walked downstairs. everything was dark and it was an ungodly hour, so it felt like christmas. i got my first meet this afternoon, and im hoping not to make an ass out of myself. ill be able to beat tiago and tim, so i wont look like a total ass. im gonna go and do stuff before school. cya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107062596456715496?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107062596456715496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107062596456715496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107062596456715496' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107059230675236585</id><published>2003-12-04T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T21:45:17.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, im going to shave now. i just wanted to stop in for one more entry. i think ive written more today than i have in over a week. thats pretty good. i always contemplate whether i should make this thing public. i write crap about people that i mean half kiddingly and it comes out mean sometimes. its just this thing about me. which reminds me i havent put in a past mistakes that i still feel bad about entry in a while. actually i only put one but putting them down here makes me feel better. ok i got two. one time i went to a baseball game with the obriens and we were playing wall ball and i was like 9. well colin was only like 6 and he was playing and i didnt get why he couldnt get out. i made me angry and i think i pissed off alot of people there. i do that sometimes. i still think people remember that about me. another stupid thing i did was when i was taking karate, actually at about the same age, i was invited to a pool party. now let me make it abundantly clear that i was at least 2 years younger than these kids, and i think the oldest was something like 7 years older than me. well i basically made an ass of myself the entire party and i never really talked to ne of those kids again, and they were good kids too. those are two times in my life i havent really gotten over yet. i was a jackass when i was a kid. i really wouldnt have liked myself if i met myself. a messed up sentence. i thought about that once, what if i could meet myself. i would most likely get into a fight with myself. i dont know why i just think things would work out that way. oh well i think too much. ne way cya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107059230675236585?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107059230675236585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107059230675236585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107059230675236585' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107058774344192618</id><published>2003-12-04T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T13:22:11.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>relized today that my cat's name can be mistaken for a street term for marijuana. thats pretty fucked up, eh? thats a good way to start a blog entry. grabs the readers attention. "what? you dont see the words cat and marijuana in the same sentence a whole lot." i think that papers should be more free to do crap like that. ya know how the teachers always like, "grab the readers attention." i would start every single paper by saying something like, "do you like sex and pancakes? well im gonna write a paper about bread writing a letter to god. that doesnt make ne fucking sense, but neither does the grouping together of sex and pancakes." now who can resist the paper now. ill tell you who, someone who likes neither bread, god, pancakes, or sex. you gotta be pretty messed up not to like that stuff. what am i talking about? see thats what my blog used to be like, before it got all mainstream and commercialized (sarcasm implied). even tho ive only had it for like 3 months or so. ive reread a bit of my blog, and i relized that ive mispelled the word relized alot, and that alot of my quotes dont have end quotation marks. actually that quote up there about that sentence is unique originally didnt have ne quotation marks at the end. i had to fix it, just a random useless fact. starting a new poll, and you can answer by just adding an entry in my guestbook (which nobody signs). the question is is it better to have your own car, or is it better to drive your parents cars? now we're taking into account that your parents cars are better that the car you would be driving. vote now. ive asked a couple of people and so far the vote is 3 to 1 favoring owning your own car. i personally think that owning your own car is better than driving your parents. sadly brian is the only one against it. i have no idea what ill be driving. i think my parents are planning on getting me a car when i get my licence. that will kick much ass. my mom even once mentioned that she might get the new car and ill get the highlander. thatd kick ass. not looking forward to driving my sisters around, tho. well i might as well mosey on upstairs to try and finish off ffX-2. its a pretty long game, which makes me happy. cant wait to go skiing, thats one of my favorite things to do. if theres a ski trip this year im deffinately going. im a mad nasty skier. last year me and tj went in the trees and there were mogles things and tj went wicked fast and like hit a tree and i laughed wicked hard and fell down too. my dad yelled at me and thought i was insane for going down the tree slope. good times, good times. ne way cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107058774344192618?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107058774344192618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107058774344192618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107058774344192618' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107057409626035867</id><published>2003-12-04T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T16:41:46.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, how are you. how have you been lately. hope you've been good. i dont hear those questions ne more from ne one. its kinda sad. some funny stuff to tell you about. it was brian's b day today and i think he's getting his permit tomarrow. thats good. mrs ferrer moved brian cause he was being loud in religion, then she did prayer intentions so i said it was his b day and she appologized. some people laughed. then in history we were talking about how the supreme court might remove the words, "under god," from the pledge of allegence and people were saying how all the people who didnt believe in those words shouldnt care. now how stupid of a statement can you make. so i raised my hand and said, "well if you think they shouldnt care, then why should you care?" yeah that shut them the hell up. quote of the day, "Mommy, if santa knows everything we're always doing, then how come we have to write him a list to tell him what we want?" a child's innocence shattered. yeah santa's kind of a stalker. had to get a restraining order. i was thinking today that if i took all the money i've ever spent on food and had it, well id be wicked rich. as rich as the pope. ne way ive been bored today. i had all my bad classes and no frees. i dislike chemistry. it sucks ass, mucho asso. well ne way im gonna go shower and do all that jazz cause i just got back from track. im gonna get a letter, well a pin, again cause im just so great. i wish the letter was smaller so i could put it on a jacket, you know. wait actually i do have one more thing to rant about. from now on when im walking in the hallway im not giving ne more leeway to jerkoffs. these kids who like barge through and push everyone out of the way. i let them go, mostly cause im nonconfronational. but now im just gonna stop and when there going down im just gonna hold my ground and bang into them. figure im strong enough, so why not. ne way thats enough of that. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107057409626035867?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107057409626035867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107057409626035867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107057409626035867' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107053922289365462</id><published>2003-12-04T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T16:30:03.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goin to school now, i got a little present for you all. its my bread paper i wrote last night. i only took it half serious, but i think it came out pretty good. here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread Letter&lt;br /&gt;	Hello, God, how have you been. I haven’t talked to you in quite a while. I mean you’re kind of busy with that whole ruling the universe thing. I’ve decided I’m going to make a report on my current status as a symbol of you in the world, but I bet you already knew that. You also know all about everything I’m going to write about, but here it goes any way. I’ve been going pretty strong these last few years, and by last few years I mean the last couple of millennia. What’s a hundred years out of a near infinite existence, you know? Ever since that guy the Earl of Sandwich invented the Sandwich I’ve been in almost everything. He had a great idea, you know, well you already did know. You probably created that idea and put it in his head, but I’m going off on a tangent. Although I am in nearly everything now, my meaning as a symbol of you has been mostly lost. Other than being your son every week (and the humans make me taste like cardboard when I do that) I’m not really seen as a symbol of you. I mean when is the last time someone ate a turkey sub and said, “Hey, this kinda reminds me of God.” Well if it did he should probably get help anyway. I liked the simpler days where communities would feast together, and grace would be said at almost every meal. Now its too busy for families to sit down and say grace to you. I’ve even heard the crucifix department talking about rappers buying golden crosses as a symbol of status. I’m remembered fondly of in those old parables about the fish and the bread. I’m almost a main character. The last thing I would like to bring up is expansion. There doesn’t seem to be enough of me to go around. Some people in the world are starving, and would kill for a loaf of me. That would be a good symbol of how you reach out to the world. Well I better get back to work feeding half a million people all at once, you know? I don’t even get Christmas off. I’ll see you in a couple of hundred years, or the next one novemnonagintillion loafs of me are eaten, whichever comes first. Peace out, dawg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that novemnonagintillion is a real number. its actually 1x10 to the 300. thats cool. i forgot what i dreampt about last night. really my dad wakes me up and like all the things i was thinking about all go away. i think i was dreaming, its like comming back. i like was immortal, but in a weird way. see i would die but i would come back to life back in the begining of my life so i just kept reliving it. but i was like super smart and i went and saw the pope on how to fix it and crap. it was a weird dream. well i think no movies this weekend just the hockey game and the football game. im gonna sit with tj at the hockey game cause im not like much into team spirit. thats just me and if people give me crap about it they can shove it up their asses. you heard me. the coach for the hockey team seems like a dick ne way. he only talks to the players and he doesnt even let the jv team go into practice with them. so they dont even get to skate. dude if i was the jv coach i would give him a hard time every time i got a chance. like in the sports awards he doesnt even make a speech. thats just acting like a dick, very frankly, no other description. on the other hand, he is obviously an excelent coach. oh well, no one's perfect. opps ne way i g2g cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107053922289365462?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107053922289365462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107053922289365462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107053922289365462' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107050057868681737</id><published>2003-12-03T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T20:16:29.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow i was just reading my old blog entries. im alot funnier a month ago. now all i do is complain and write how my day went and shit. i also just found out i have a privacy thing in my guestbook. well isnt that just dandy. i think ill see if ne one, umm, heh heh, wrote ne thing in it. thatd be funny if someone did and i just didnt read it. oh well thems the breaks. now time to rant about girls in general. im mad that none of them like me, well the really hot ones ne way. mr guev said today that every boy in the class is scum, except for him. its really true. like girls have fing 18 year old guys at their house and they think its fine. no i kno for a fact my dad will not let an 18 year old guy into this house before my sister is like 18 too. its just ridiculous that girls think the guys wanna be their friends. let me be very clear on this fact, they want to get into your pants. no arguement, thats exactally what they want. its just how a guy supresses this feeling. i supress it pretty well, if i do say so myself. but thats all they really want. they dont wanna hear youre opinions on life or ne thing. they want youre pants, more specifically on the floor. and if youre gonna sacrifice your pants for a boyfriend then its time to wait. thats exactally y girls go out with older guys. well patience is a virtue, my many friends. if thats the only reason youre going out with an older guy then you need to learn that lesson. ya know? wanna know where i say ya know from. when i was about 9 years old i was playing a video game and i kept losing to this boss. more specifically ff-VIII and it was fujinn and raijinn. raijinn was an idiot who said ya know after everything he said. now i just type it out of impulse cause i played that boss at least 20 times. i went through a period that i would put the words ya know after everything i said. i would put my name on a paper and write ya know after it. im not kidding thats what it was like. ah time to do crap and hw and shit g2g cause i gotta fly. fly like a birdy in the sky so high. i hate that song. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107050057868681737?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107050057868681737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107050057868681737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107050057868681737' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107049786374590534</id><published>2003-12-03T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T19:31:14.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back. i had quite a day. i took my two tests and aced both of em. i also um did crap and talked to people. i was informed by kevin's friends that my aunt is hot. and i ran alot more that i would have liked to. ne way back to me day dreaming cause thats what i like to do. if i havent told you already im gonna get an acoustic guitar then an electric guitar cause its more effective to learn on the acoustic first. not really sure what im gonna do after i learn how to play tho. mabey me and tj will start a band and play kick ass music that kicks ass and it kicks ass too. i wonder what we'll call ourselfs if that ever happens. none of this stupid rock and meaningful crap, and no fing satanism, cause thats stupid. if it was my decision we would be, ummmm, well let me think for a minute. well i have no idea and i dont wanna think ne more. yeah thats probly not gonna happen ne way so just dont pay attention to ne of that. read penny arcade cause its just so damn funny. i laugh my ass off every time i read it. mr guev said today that we shouldnt go into buisness cause its a waste of our talents. oh well i guess i can just scratch that off the list. i work for the moment. like what if you wanted to raise a family as best you can and give them as many opertunies as you can. then i think that being a buisness man is perfect. make your own hours and you get a lot of money. ne way he said something that just made me tingle at just how stupid it sounded. he said if our parents knew what "really went on in here they wouldnt like it." i put it in quotations cause its just so damn corny. he also said "this class is dangerous." oh yeah it is. we're not in a fucking disney movie where everyone is like stupid and does stupid things. and he said it was dangerous cause it made us think. what the fuck does that mean. i mean i just cant start at how stupid that sounds. im just gonna leave it alone cause i dont wanna touch it. no im not cause i just cant resist ripping this thing apart. now everything i say sounds stupid after that stupid quote. arghhh. ok lets take this on an objective level. according to mr guev we cant describe what we learn in his class, therefore it is classified (this is his quote not mine) as dangerous. i would like to ask how it is dangerous. if a teacher who was good and he taught good things ever changed the world and was dangerous to our current culture, well lets not get into obligotory analogy's lets just say thats never really happend. just cause its one guys opionion about ne thing at all and he can argue it and teach it to developing minds that doesnt mean those opionions are dangerous to our current culture. that only means he's discovered something that is guarrented to have already existed in thought and he thinks its right. so if it already existed with such a strong arguement then why hasnt the world changed according to it. hmmm? whats that, no answer. saying that class is dangerous is just plain dumb. its not dangerous, and if i had to classify it i would say thats its a exercise of futility. i dont talk about his class and say his thoughts will change the world. nor do i think it will change ne one's mind who has a brain to think for himself. im not attacking his opionions of things, but just cause he teaches em doesnt mean im gonna take a 180 in my life and not go into buisness and make money. well im probly not going into buisness in the first place (i have no idea what im gonna do) but ne one who already thought of going into buisness wont change their minds. and that concludes my rant on how stupid that statement was. ok now to take on the latter of the two statements. if our parents knew what was going on, they wouldnt like it. now what kind of saying is that. its not like we live in the freaking soviet union and we cant learn to think in school. we still learn vocab and do literature so its obviously just like a regular class in that respect. as for all the other stuff we learn, well i think im gonna let my own life experiences teach me how to live. im not gonna analyze my life and try to solve how i tick. ive always looked back on the saying by einstein, "life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved." yeah so if i analyze my life im just wasting time. id rather be living than analyzing. stupid franklin and whatever his name was had to make a freaking formula on how to live. well shut the hell up thats your own life and im gonna live my own life and make my own mistakes and form my own opionions. just cause a guy writes a book about not conforming to society doesnt mean you dont have to follow him. cause if you follow him, than in essence you are just switching from conforming to society to conforming to his thoughts. its like that saying, "When most people think they are thinking, they are merely just rearraging their prejudices." that sums up my feelings pretty well. ne way i think i have thoroughly crushed those two statements, and now i am done. ok ne way ive been writing in this thing for nearly fifteen minutes. wow thats a pretty long entry. hey i know, why dont we try and make this the longest entry yet. that sounds like a plan, but its probly not gonna happen. the first few days i had this thing i didnt know i could make multiple entrys on the same day. so i just kept pressing edit on the little button so i had entrys that were really like 5 or 6 entries long. i wonder how long this thing is now. i would say about mabey 55 pages or so. thats a pretty long blog. ne way im giving up on the longest entry thing. this might come in the top ten tho. ha tj is on thats a pretty rare thing. ne way im pretty bored these days. see at school im too tired to talk to too many people. in the summer i am very happy and i talk to people all the time. im gonna go and do my stuff. i have to write an essay to God and i have to act like i am a loaf of bread. thats pretty stupid. cya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107049786374590534?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107049786374590534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107049786374590534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107049786374590534' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107045333135807310</id><published>2003-12-03T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T07:09:01.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, time for school. wednesday is no better than tuesday or thursday. and on top of that i have two tests today, the third and fourth periods of the day. im not liking how today is looking. friday will be a good day, tho. gotta remember to call the ccd lady and tell her i cant read on saturday. that was more of a note to myself. also ive been kicked out of the library again for being too loud. tyler wrote an entire journal entry for english once on how the library at mount is like a hate group. it was pretty funny cause he had to hand it in. ne way im gonna go cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107045333135807310?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107045333135807310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107045333135807310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107045333135807310' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107041819493811707</id><published>2003-12-02T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T21:23:25.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, im here. ive had no time this week at all. still got a couple of busy days ahead. tomarrow i have two tests, and then a meet on friday. i think i might be going to the movies on friday too. then on saturday im gonna go to the hockey game, then on sunday i got baby sitting for hours and then the pats game. i found a guitar package i think im gonna get. im gonna get a cheep acoustic guitar, then ill have a job in the summer and save money to get a good electric guitar. cause tj says that its better to learn on an acoustic and then move on to electric. ne way ill tell you my dream i had a couple of nights ago. i was upstairs and it was about 10 and it was a school night and i was thirsty, and i had to shave and take my contacts out. so i went downstairs and i have one of those refrigerators that you push a button and water comes out and i did it. but my frige is cheep so the button gets stuck sometimes so the water overflows. and thats what happend in my dream and it got all over the floor and i panicked. then i took my contacts out but my dad was in the bathroom so i couldnt shave. so then i watched tv and it was like 4 in the morning and i didnt want to shave and i went back downstairs to get another drink and the water was still there and that freaked me out. it was a very strange dream. ne way read tj's entry in the movie blog cause its pretty funny. i think im gonna go see gothica. i also wanna see the last samurai, cause i kno about that time period in japan. its pretty damn interesting too. ive been running low on quotes of the day, so ill give you this one. "But marijuana isnt addictive." "No, yes it is, and stop trying to convice yourself it's not." that was from me and ben's health project. ben spelt marijuana M-A-R-A-J-U-W-A-N-A. the teacher laughed at him. ne way im done for tonight cause i got stuff to do. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107041819493811707?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107041819493811707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107041819493811707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107041819493811707' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107036566237177570</id><published>2003-12-02T06:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T06:47:52.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time for school. i have had no time. ne way cya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107036566237177570?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107036566237177570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107036566237177570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107036566237177570' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107032190582102939</id><published>2003-12-01T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T18:38:35.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, now off to youth ministry, again. jeez when do i get a break, ya know? ne way i still havent picked out a song for my project thats due tomarrow. my life is a laughing riot. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107032190582102939?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107032190582102939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107032190582102939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107032190582102939' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107027972413235563</id><published>2003-12-01T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T06:55:33.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k, time for school. i dont got ne time, dammit. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107027972413235563?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107027972413235563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107027972413235563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107027972413235563' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107023420389530932</id><published>2003-11-30T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T06:55:11.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heading off to ccd. even on the vacation i just cant stop moving. had way too much hw today. i need a real break. im basically counting down till christmas. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107023420389530932?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107023420389530932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107023420389530932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107023420389530932' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107021740311409518</id><published>2003-11-30T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T13:36:52.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im here, again. im making my own food cause my parents find it too difficult to feed me. i wish i never learned to cook ne thing. i end up making myself rice at least 4 times a week. oh well ne way i really dont want to go back to school tomarrow. it sucks ass. i also have like 4 projects due before christmas, and god knows how many tests ill have. so im not really looking forward to going back. ne way i better keep an eye on my rice so the cats dont try and eat it. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107021740311409518?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107021740311409518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107021740311409518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107021740311409518' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107016015656732589</id><published>2003-11-29T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T21:42:45.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, i went to see the missing. it was a gay ass movie and it wasnt scary or good or ne thing. im callin it open range part two. need to talk to tj cause i have an idea. ne way i gotta do situps now so im gonna go. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107016015656732589?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107016015656732589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107016015656732589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107016015656732589' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107012683181875081</id><published>2003-11-29T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T12:27:36.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'ello, im here. i stayed up till three last night and watched south park the movie. that things majorly messed up. i got a quote, and its taken out of context, but well...shut the hell up! yeah thats right. k its from a comercial and it goes, "filter water, filters out all kinds of things, including mermaids." not kidding that was really in the comercial. ne way nobodies home and im starting to get hungry so i think ill call the cell phone. i have a cell phone the only problem is i dont use it. i dont even kno my home phone number for god's sake. ne way cya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107012683181875081?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107012683181875081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107012683181875081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107012683181875081' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107005721435499573</id><published>2003-11-28T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T17:07:03.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, i think im going out to dinner. ive done nothing at all all day. i dont want to go to the mall at all. ill stay home if thats the choice. cya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107005721435499573?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107005721435499573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107005721435499573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107005721435499573' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107004910432622367</id><published>2003-11-28T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T14:51:53.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm some stuff to talk about. i got nothing to do all day today which means extreme boredom will be setting in about an hour from now. k i learned about this i think on tuesday but i forgot about it. very sad, mr rodrick has to go to washington and he wont be coaching outdoor this year. he'll be back next year tho, so thats good. mr laforte will be taking over, and he's the guy who already yelled at me and he makes fun of midgets. ah thats gonna be an interesting season. also i have decreed this under my power, the words chillin, bounce, and other such words that are used by suburban white people to try and sound ghetto are hearby banned. thats right they are banned you cant use them ne more. also ne entry into a profile about, "if only you knew," or, "if dreams came tru," are also hearby banned cause they sound really idiodic. well actually they make me laugh so yeah keep putting em up cause they make me laugh. umm thats about it for right now. ill post some more a bit later cause i got absolutly nothing to do which means ill be posting a bit. whenever i think of something ill be back. if u havent figured out by now, im repeating myself cause i have nothing to do. therefore i am bored and thats why i am repeating myself. ok enough of that cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107004910432622367?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107004910432622367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107004910432622367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107004910432622367' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-107004187710585234</id><published>2003-11-28T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T12:51:26.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah good morning. i woke up and it seems going ons are already going on. apparently my mom is going to get lunch and very bold jehova's witnesses are strolling the neighborhood. i say bold because apprently they're walking into people's houses to make sure they really arent home. if they do that here im thinking ill do one of two things. either act crazy and charge them with a knife (its my home i could legally do that) or ill just hold the phone up saying "the cops are on their way get out of my fucking house." the first one would be more satisfying but the second one is more realistic. and im not kidding if they dont leave i will literally call the cops on them. ha i saw a comic a little while ago, i think it was non sequitar, and it was danae dressed up in robes on her horse and the dad goes "where are u going?" and she says "to play our favorite game. and the dad says "whats that, annoying people?" and she says "no we're going to go to jehova's witnesses houses and tell them to join the taliban. and the dad kind of perks up at that point. then it shows the horse and danae in her bed waiting and the horse says "where is he? its nine he should be back by now." and danae says "nothing spoils a game when a parent wants to play too. i thought that was a good one. im not saying jehova's witnesses are bad people but i dont like them comming door to door, especially inside your house too. ne way i might as well do what i came for down here and wait till my mom comes home so i can go back upstairs. cya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-107004187710585234?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107004187710585234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/107004187710585234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107004187710585234' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106997790743791730</id><published>2003-11-27T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T19:05:16.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>excerpt from mr allen's frequently unupdated blog. this can be the quote of the day, "What do the yankees do together? say "yAYY we won" like a bunch of idiots, thats what they do together. Bastards. I hate them." yeah is that what they do together? he said the yankees do that at least two times. i like the yayy we won part. only dumbasses say yayy when their team wins. im just busting ya tj. that is a pretty bad sentence tho. mr guev would deem it a sentence from hell. yeah that makes the list. ne way what am i doing cya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106997790743791730?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106997790743791730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106997790743791730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106997790743791730' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106997756329564120</id><published>2003-11-27T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T18:59:31.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn it seems my copy and pasting abilities are on the fritz. oh well i really wanted to show everybody something but now i cant. wait then y am i writing this? ha oh well i think ive been daydreaming all day. its like one of those days where u dont really remember ne thing and everything is fuzzy. i like days like that cause, well i dk i just do. ne way im not done surfing the web yet, and then im gonna go watch tv. i sure do move slow. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106997756329564120?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106997756329564120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106997756329564120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106997756329564120' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106997534500350752</id><published>2003-11-27T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T18:22:33.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quite the turkey day. i ate 3 servings and had like 4 pieces of pumkin pie. ahhh now its time to start the day. the official rule of the three computers in my house, that will be decreed here is that if one has an away message up, and is doing something else not on the computer, one cannot expect to come back and find that it is still there. however one may put their away message on the slowest computer and if there is a faster computer available they can expect it to be there. i think thats the rule. im sure ill have more arguements about it. im thinkin that i will have like two weeks of boredom before christmas. this is one of the earliest times that i feel the christmas "presence." like last year i felt it like a week before christmas and that was it. but this year its started early. only 28 days. thats only like a... couple of school days. im sure ill have tests like crazy before tho. i also have a couple of projects due as well. ne way enough talk im gonna go vegitate in front of the tv, cause turkey makes me sleepy. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106997534500350752?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106997534500350752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106997534500350752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106997534500350752' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106995098897681217</id><published>2003-11-27T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T11:36:37.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy thanksgiving. had an idea for a song i will one day perform on my acousitic guitar. its called "whats up with that guy at cvs?" It will be about a guy at cvs who takes the last bag of mandm's and itll be kinda like that song in the wedding singer. u kno the one where he's calm but then he freaks out like 9 times. yeah but me or tj will have to learn how to play the electric guitar too. mabey jimmy can do it. ne way im busy dont really kno why im here. cya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106995098897681217?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106995098897681217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106995098897681217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995098897681217' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106989387624839017</id><published>2003-11-26T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T19:44:44.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aloha. had a big little day today. didnt really do much but i was doing things the whole day. track was fun, then we went out to breakfast. im too lazy to do an update. gonna get a guitar for christmas baby! acoustic if you need to kno. im gonna be nasty. ne way i got nothing to say really so i guess cya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106989387624839017?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106989387624839017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106989387624839017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106989387624839017' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106985508985389443</id><published>2003-11-26T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T08:58:17.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a short entry before track. i promise a big entry on friday, or something. yeah i had to get up this early to go to track and run a mile. im a thrower so we dont have to run as much. some quotes to make up for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;mr seaver "Well the president only makes 400 thousand dollars, and a-rod makes something like 25 million. so we can see the priority list, oh wait what about emienem, yeah he has some mummy problems and oh wait! (this is how he said it) fiddty cent! yeah how many bullet holes does he have in his body?"&lt;br /&gt;class "NINE!"&lt;br /&gt;seaver "yes and he'll be going for double digits this year."&lt;br /&gt;thats all. got to run and its been fun. practicing for the slam poem i gotta do. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106985508985389443?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106985508985389443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106985508985389443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106985508985389443' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106976209439086215</id><published>2003-11-25T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T07:08:22.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aloha, its story time. i had two dreams last night and both were very strange. my first dream took place in that weird mountain place that i mentioned in an earlier entry that i dreamed about (the one where i had fans as weapons). ne way i was there and i think someone was playing golf. then i woke up and went back to sleep and i was with my cousin kevin and we were gonna drive through my backyard and through the woods to get to the weird mountain place. never did it cause i woke up. ha some strange dreams. got a test today second period, but im not gonna sweat it. might have a quiz too. hmmm ne way last day of school till vacation so im gonna sign off and do crap. dont expect an entry today cause ill prob be doing stuff. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106976209439086215?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106976209439086215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106976209439086215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106976209439086215' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106972680040607791</id><published>2003-11-24T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:23:51.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo i have finished all my hw till thanksgiving. least thats how i look at it. a couple of things to say while im here. my dad said that mr guev likes me, while mrs perera hates me. oh well cant win em all. ha my dad said mr guev said im a little cynical, whered he get that idea. but seriously folks (ive always wanted to say that) i dont really think im cynical. mabey thats how i sound when i write. ah now im gonna be self concious when i write papers (crys softly). ne way im gonna do a video project in chem with forresti and jorge and tj's gonna tape it. i think we're gonna do a album launch thing with a chemist. its gonna be like, "formula launch." i watched the album launch with blink 182 and it was freakin hilarious. the guy smashes his guitar and then he starts swearing at it, then he runs it over with a car. i dont got much to say, really. i had something but then i lost it. dammit i hate when that happens. oh yeah i just relized brian jorge's initials are bj. hahaha thats freakin hilarious. hmmm i dont really got a quote of the day. how about a quote from umm i think her name is lauren or something its not mccormick and i forgot her last name. ne way after gym im getting my books and she walks up and goes, "wow, school sucks today." i thought that was particularly funny. i got a game for all of u to play when your bored. you stand there with your friends and step on their feet and every time you successfully do it you yell, "im the champion!" its a fun game. ne way im gonna go and do stuff cause im bored writing in this thing.  i promise to give everyone a big one like wednesday or something. i write best in the middle of the day. i wanna create like a fiction story at one point. oh yeah i forgot to tell you that i have no shame. ha i like that line. ne way cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106972680040607791?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106972680040607791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106972680040607791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106972680040607791' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106967518354758659</id><published>2003-11-24T06:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T06:59:51.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time for school. no time to talk. had a strange dream, i think. i think it was about religion class. ne way cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106967518354758659?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106967518354758659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106967518354758659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106967518354758659' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106963570422866526</id><published>2003-11-23T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T20:01:52.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been busy like crazy lately. i dont like being busy. only two days of school, then a 5 day vacation. not a bad deal. ha i had 2 things to do for hw and i didnt bring either book home. oh well ill survive. been playing ffX-2 all day today cause i needed time to relax and unwind. ne way ive still got stuff to do. i wouldnt expect too many entries until this weekend when vacation starts. i want summer, where did it go. my mom put the christmas lights up today cause it was "warm." well at least we didnt just leave them up all year and only turn em on in christmas. my back hurts from sleeping on the floor last night. its very uncomfortable. i wonder how long ill keep updating my blog for. like will i ever forget about it or something. i remember this site from when i was like 10 it was called neopets. it was a crappy little thing where you raised these pets. well i went on vacation one week and i came back and it was dead as a doornail. it really freaked me out. i think thats how im gonna someday stop updating my blog. ill just go on vacation and forget about it. yeah that sounds about right. ne way time to go and sleeeeep. no not really but im gonna watch tv. ive had too much human contact this weekend (sarcasm implied). cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106963570422866526?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106963570422866526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106963570422866526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106963570422866526' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106961157102861788</id><published>2003-11-23T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T13:19:38.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo, its like 1 and i just woke up. we stayed up till about 5 last night watching k pax. thats a crazy movie. cant remember my dream. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106961157102861788?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106961157102861788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106961157102861788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106961157102861788' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106954931176054436</id><published>2003-11-22T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T20:01:59.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back and tj is here. i dont got much to do. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106954931176054436?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106954931176054436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106954931176054436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106954931176054436' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106952387283171614</id><published>2003-11-22T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T12:57:59.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>surfing around and i found that there is a new guestbook signature in the guestbook. umm who is rachel i wonder. hey if youre reading this do u go to mount, cause i dont kno if the question in the guestbook is of sarcasm or of like, um, yeah. ne way im 16 in case you didnt kno. see im thinking its sarcasm and that makes me feel bad. i probly dont sound very old now do i (and i cant spell for shit). hey if youre not rachel or ben, then sign the damn guestbook. it is a thing of much honor. i went for like a month without ne signatures. ne way i think ill be moseying off upstairs cause i havent been able to relax for days. just two days of school then i get to gain 10 pounds from one meal alone (pretty good deal). i talked to mrs khirrallah today and she was like, "jimmy never does ne work in class. im like jimmy ive given you 50 chances to do this and you havent, and hes like 'i kno'. and it pisses me off." yeah that basically sums up jimmy's view on hw. he doesnt do it. still hasnt read one chapter in the scarlet letter, and he never read one chapter in the crucible. i find that amusing. ne way cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106952387283171614?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106952387283171614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106952387283171614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106952387283171614' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106952333285518083</id><published>2003-11-22T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T12:49:00.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah fore i go gotta record my dream. i had a dream i was staying at a farmhouse and somehow i got turned into a vampire. then i was dodgeing bullets matrix style and there was another girl there who was also a vampire. then this king kong sort of thing broke in and took her and cut her foot off. so i fought it and lost but i ran away and killed it another way somehow. i could also pass through walls. then i had this sort of disgaea thing going on for a little while which confused the hell outta me. the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106952333285518083?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106952333285518083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106952333285518083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106952333285518083' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106952307243530727</id><published>2003-11-22T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T12:44:39.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok done with being busy. now i have a small vacation to look forward to. got a couple of quotes for ya, they got&lt;br /&gt;"The fool thinks himself to be wise, while the wiseman knows himself to be a fool."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya know, when i get to wendy's, im gonna have frys with a vengence."&lt;br /&gt;I bend my thumb back to my wrist, so ben says, "Well its only cause youre irish."&lt;br /&gt;i particuarly liked the frys with a vengence quote. playing ffX-2 is alot like having a job. i already screwed myself over so i cant get one of the sidequests complete. each side quest takes a half and hour and each chapter in the game has a good 8 pages of sidequests. i litterally spent all of yesterday on it and i havent gotten halfway through it yet. that will keep me busy till christmas. ne way im gonna try to get in contact with my parental guardian so i can achieve lunch status. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106952307243530727?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106952307243530727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106952307243530727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106952307243530727' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106941603071212449</id><published>2003-11-21T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T07:05:39.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was wayyyy to busy yesterday. the soup kitchen was nice. the test if you went there to get the desired effect. what is the first thought describing the soup kitchen that pops into your head. ok you got it? cause if you dont dont read ahead yet. i said that the people there werent really bad at all. my father said that is the desired effect, to teach you that bad things can happen to good people. he used to be dirt poor too. ne way got a quote for yesterday cause i didnt get to make an entry at night (unfair!). it goes a little something like, "All you nonconformists are all alike." saw it on a website, thank u. ne way i got a pretty hectic school day then even more hectic track. i didnt like the fact that i had to miss the first day yesterday. i still say that if youre looking for a rewarding service project, meeting street beats em all. no one else ever comes close. my dad said once that everyone in the world has a cure. if youre hungry, feed em. if they're in danger, move em. so everyone has hope. but there is no solid cure for these kids. but its so rewarding and inspirational to work with them. cause they've overcome challenges the best atheletes in the world would never dream of. seriously, it really is a pleasure to work there. i dont get service hours, but thats fine by me. i think i got a quiz today in religion, and that sucks a bit. i got all the info in my head. i read some of my blog entries and they're hard to read. ben claims its because i murder grammar daily. i say its cause im great. when i was watching tv the other day i saw a quote and imediatly thought of this blog. its from some old guy named william and it goes, "A fancy (or something) of quotation is just proof of lack of original though." ha that makes you wonder huh. ne way im gonna get off now cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106941603071212449?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106941603071212449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106941603071212449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106941603071212449' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106932868224876488</id><published>2003-11-20T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T06:51:56.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im here and its pretty damn early too. my dad has to leave so he made us all hurry. but im gonna be here for a good 20 minutes or so so no better time for a big old blog entry. i got the soup kitchen this afternoon, but id much rather be playing ffX-2. its hours and they're good for you so im gonna do it ne way. spyware is completely gone and we fixed all the problems it has created. ill give you early impressions off of ffX-2. first the negatives i have found. so far all the fights are mindless and all you really need to do is press one button. so early on there doesnt seem to be much strategy. they got rid of blitzball (thank god) and added a new game that can be said as fairly reminicent of the old card games they used to have. graphics, character models, and enemy designs are all fanatic. the epic feeling of the last one is gone, and so is summoning. it is replaced, however, by a freer game and something that closely resembles summoning. the dress sphere idea is brillant, adding another touch of gameplay. so far, if all goes well, i would give it a 9 out of ten. the old ffX would get a 9.5. there are a bunch of other things that are good and bad but it would just be me rambling for a good 6 pages about the finer points (like there are ne). ne way that big blog entry i promised you, well it aint gonna happen. cause im too lazy and i wanna go surfing. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106932868224876488?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106932868224876488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106932868224876488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106932868224876488' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106928863826954639</id><published>2003-11-19T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T19:37:24.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k alot has happened and i have been busy. actually im lieing nothing has happened. i got ffX-2 and it kicks so much ass. i would go into the specifics but most of u wouldnt get it ne way. got rid of the stupid spyware but my comp is still screwed up a bit. i hate it when people say someone should die. no one should die, and you saying that just makes you sound ignorant. my dad just said that, and i will give you his exact words. i had the news on and it was about micheal jackson and my dad walks up and says, "micheal jackson got arrested? good. god damned freak of nature. they should kill him." i walked away out of disgust at such an ignorant statement. when he asked me y i said i dont like watching the news. he said y cause it depresses u. ha thats pretty funny. enough of that kind of stuff cause now i have hw. i need a moment of rest, ya kno? i got soup kitchen tomarrow till seven so dont expect a whole lotta entries. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106928863826954639?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106928863826954639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106928863826954639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928863826954639' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106924276906709639</id><published>2003-11-19T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T06:52:56.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spyware has seriously fucked up my computer. argh better go tell my dad. im gonna have a pretty hectic day today. ne way cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106924276906709639?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106924276906709639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106924276906709639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106924276906709639' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106920315237578389</id><published>2003-11-18T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T19:52:39.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hola, gang. wow thats the first time i used the word gang in my blog, i think. im not sure and im certainly not gonna check. still havent studied yet, which in essence is a bad thing. i really gotta get started, ya know. k lets see what i kno so far. avrogadro's number is 6.02x10 to the 23 cause i dont kno how to do super scripts on a blog. ne way enough of that. i just talked to tj and he still cant go online. hey if youre reading this then read backwards, thats the way this thing is set up. like click on the october link and go all the way down the page, then read from bottom to top. yeah that way you get the full experience of the blog. i dislike the format of this page but i really cant change it without making it a million times more difficult for me. i dont got much to talk about. had a bit of an idea of making a secret blog where i can yell at specific people and only give the site to close friends. my parents are home from my sister's parent teacher conferences. i hope jimmy and ben are in tomarrow. english class was boring today without those two. ne way better hit the books cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106920315237578389?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106920315237578389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106920315237578389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106920315237578389' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106919754522474979</id><published>2003-11-18T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:19:35.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah ya, hello. im going a little crazy cause its one of those nights where i have very little hw and im really not gonna do it and im gonna be in trouble tommarrow. oh well thems the breaks. ive got quite the christmas list going and im really gonna have to cut down on it. like seriously. ok so ffX-2 comes out tomarrow, which is one game off the list. here it is so far&lt;br /&gt;Ye Olde Liste&lt;br /&gt;a guitar&lt;br /&gt;my skis sharpened and crap like that&lt;br /&gt;some new cloths&lt;br /&gt;and here is the game list&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Persia&lt;br /&gt;Metal Slug 3&lt;br /&gt;Call of Duty&lt;br /&gt;Sword of Mana&lt;br /&gt;actually thats unfair to call that the list cause the actual list in my head had exactally 10 games in it but theres no way im gettin them all. lets say the average of the games cost is 40 bucks so all together the cost would come to around 400 dollars. that list up there would be over a hundred in games alone. the guitar and skis are gonna cost alot, so i guess im just gonna have to go through life naked. ha i can live with that. last christmas i got a cell phone and i didnt ask for it so like i dont use it ever. i mean everyone else in the world has one so theres no point in carrying one around. its just extra weight, really. my mind is absolutly fried this week. im still pissed off about my math quiz, and i only took it today. i think i got a 7 but i coulda got a 100 if i wasnt a mental wasteland. tommarrow i feel is gonna suck for some reason. i always think that wednesdays and fridays suck the worst out of all the days. like the teachers get going monday and tuesday and then theyre in high gear on wednesday and thursday. the only consolation to thursday is that friday is the next day. wednesdays have no saving grace. ill give you my schedule for the next few days, not that ne of you care ne way. it goes like i have track and 2 tests tommarrow, i got soup kitchen on thurday, serious ffX-2ing on friday (im spending like 10 hours strait on it) and then i got making sandwiches and delievering them on saturday. well then next week is thanksgiving and i got something to run on every week of december. i got a patriots game with ben and tj in the box one week, then the lord of the rings the following night, then christmas and then skiing. not to mention the new york trip. ha my dad calls planet hollywood and tells em, "hello im a CFO of collete tours, and ill be bringing 150 of my closest friends on december 14th." "yes sir we will save the resturant for u." every kid going on that trip should have to send a thank you letter to my dad. hes stressed out, ya kno. ne way its about time for me to go and, bum bum bum, watch more tv. isnt my existance just soooo exciting. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106919754522474979?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106919754522474979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106919754522474979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106919754522474979' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106918782984159814</id><published>2003-11-18T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T15:37:16.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow i was just reading my past blog from just one month ago and i think it is much better than what i write now. im serious like i think all that stupid crap i gotta read for english and history messes up my style instead of improving it. dammit that makes me mad. and each entry is so freakin long it takes me like 5 minutes to read each of em. yeah just click on that little archive button on the side to take you to my entire collection of blog entries. i wish i could have a page with all of them combined. that would be fing awesome. it would take like a half and hour to scroll down the page. i think this thing is probably somewhere around 51 pages by now. im seriously turning this into a book someday. im not kidding i really am. im gonna leave it untouched and im just gonna put it in chronological order. then everyone will get to find out what a pycho i really am. ha ha ha, ITS NOT FUNNY! BAM BAM BAM! yeah thatlll freak out some of the book readers. ne way about yesterdays entries i went to the youth ministry meeting. for the overwhelming population of readers we're gonna have a teen film festival. heres where im going with the ad (that gets to go in the church bullinton). im gonna start off by saying, "you kno in school, when kids make movie projects. and some can really stand out and are funny. well we decided to get rid of the school part and just let you show movies. its gonna be blank blank date at blank blank place. we regret to inform you there can be no swearing, racial profiling, or ne thing else that will be inapropriate. all films will be previewed before being shown to the audience. film lenths can be between 2 to like 15 minutes. it has to be a video tape so we can preview the films. blah blah blah." ne one from mount who's reading this should come too. its gonna be hella cool. HAHA i think that the word hella is hilarious. ne way me and tj are gonna make the film "Godspell, in spanish." its gonna be the spanish version of godspell. i think that god in spanish is dios. so we're gonna have it be broken spanish like diospell, in espanoles. and then half will be in spanish and half in english, just so its funny. ha ne way ive wasted enough time sitting here. every like 2 seconds i get another idea for a freakin entry. im liked backed up with ideas without enough time to write em all down. ne way cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106918782984159814?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106918782984159814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106918782984159814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106918782984159814' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106918687240533985</id><published>2003-11-18T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T15:21:19.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im here. did bad on my math quiz today, i think i got like a 7 or something. oh well i got a hundred on my last test. i wrote a big entry to put in here on normal paper cause i didnt have ne thing to do but now im feelin lazy and im not gonna do it. i got a pretty good quote of the day, actually i got a few. k the first one is from the blue collar comedy tour and the second one is from the infamous brak show&lt;br /&gt;"Well my grandma died at 104 and i went to the flower feller and i got her some flowers and a card."&lt;br /&gt;"hold on, you got your dead grandma a card? now i kno im gonna regret this, but what did the card say?"&lt;br /&gt;"Get well soon."&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"Brak i thought you were at sculpting school in boston."&lt;br /&gt;"To tell you the truth, mother, there is no place called boston in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;you just had to see the second one. it didnt make much sense. ne way i never got to read jimmy's polygraph and i guess it was the script for an anime. mr guev doesnt like it cause he never saw ne good ones. hey im there with ya when you say stab the f outta freakin pokemon cause its retarded and i hate it. but thats not the majority of the culture, ya kno. that would be like saying all thats in music is little kid music. thats like saying, "ya i dont wanna listen to the radio because its all insync." cause thats not what it is at all, ya kno. no i guess you dont know. ne way i heard a bit of bens and then we discussed individuality for a minute. that actually leads into part of my big entry that i wrote. whats the point of searching for individuality. that, to me, is like going back and finding your ancestors. i have no need to kno what my great great great grandpa did back in ireland. ya know it just doesnt hold a place for me and i find it almost insulting that people separate themselfs from other by finding their ancestory. i have no contact with my ancestors, and i have no intention to ever have a connection. like when people ask my dad his nationality, he says "im an american." and just keeps walking. now ne way back to the individuality thing. im just gonna live my life how i want to. if it falls into mainstream culture, i dont care, and if it isnt, i dont care. if you think about it, most people try to achieve individuality conciously. i think being an individual is not thinking about it, its just doing it. but now that i am thinking about it does that mean i am not an individual ne more. is that just me being hypocritical. and who can really determine if you are or are not an individual. why is not being an individual so bad. mr rodrick once said at practice that the lone wolf gets nothing done, and if we dont be part of a team then we can never accomplish ne thing. i agree with that statement. ne way this is a pretty long entry. havent had time for quite a while. yeah no hw, other than the history and chem tests, and no track today. ffX-2 tommarrow, which i am seriously looking forward to. just think this entry could be twice as long if i put in that long entry i wrote. lucky for you, im gonna do that a little later, cause im hungry now. ne way im gonna repeat one of my now favorite quotes, "never knows best." cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106918687240533985?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106918687240533985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106918687240533985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106918687240533985' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106915653322808654</id><published>2003-11-18T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T06:55:39.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mornin. well i guess the stupid spyware that changed my profile downloaded stupid porn files into my computer. that pisses me off a little. ne way if you kno ne thing about how to counteract this thing please tell me via instant messenger. if you havent figured out my screen name by now then u are hopelessly lost. argh im just running all over the place this week. i got a bit of hw i gotta do in free this morning but thats about it. till ffX-2 i have a chem test, a math quiz, a history test, a spanish quiz, and a english quiz. that sucks the big one. ne way i g2g cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106915653322808654?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106915653322808654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106915653322808654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106915653322808654' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106912107972579796</id><published>2003-11-17T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T21:04:46.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey im back, it wasnt too bad. we're gonna have a film festival for everyone so come to saint judes in lincoln to watch it. its gonna be in like march tho. its gonna be awesome awesome. i g2g i promise a big entry like tomarrow. i had no time today. ne way cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106912107972579796?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106912107972579796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106912107972579796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106912107972579796' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106911303187513040</id><published>2003-11-17T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T18:50:37.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hola, i just dont seem to have time today. ill write something soon. k bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106911303187513040?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106911303187513040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106911303187513040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106911303187513040' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106906982971268709</id><published>2003-11-17T06:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T06:50:35.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quick one today. i have soo much hw already and im about to lose my mind. i had a weird dream but i forgot it. that sums it up. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106906982971268709?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106906982971268709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106906982971268709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106906982971268709' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106903463803919277</id><published>2003-11-16T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:10:17.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back. ha we had to watch the fucking movie "a walk to remember." now i wanna see gigli to see which was really worse. saying this movie was bad is an understatement. i bet theres a little girl out there with leukemia and she cried when she saw this movie. ah thinking about that makes me feel bad. but the ccd teachers patrolled the room like freakin communist dictators. they would shoot people nasty looks for no good reason at all. ah im gonna have soo much hw tomorrow. here's the breakdown as of now. chem a lab and a ws: estimated time 1:30 hours. math work:estimated time unknown. History test wednesday: estimated time 30 minutes. Miscellaneous hw: estimated time 1 hour. so i got about 2-3 hours of hw tomorrow. now that pisses me off. hmmm i read back on some of my earlier blog entries and i laugh and i still laugh at my new ones. i wonder if other people think im funny. sometimes just to be polite i laugh at peoples jokes. i wonder if other people do that to me. i think a joke is all about the delivery. conan o'brian once said the funniest thing he would ever see is christopher walken reading the phone book. i mean just think about it. i would pay 100 dollars to see that, no kidding. but then there are some people who have really funny jokes, but just cant seem to deliver them. the worst is when someone makes that nasally sound when they think something is funny. that ruins ne joke. i try for more cold humor. its when you say something but you express no emotion when you say it. i think it fits my personality quite well. i always have thought that cold humor was the funniest. the worst humor is when the comedian jumps up and down and tries to make his dumb jokes funny with absurd physical humor. its like watching an animal die slowly but surely in a painful death. i just used spell check on this thing for the first time ever. it helps a bunch. i should go through every entry and do that. hey ive had my permit for 1 month today. only 5 months left. ne way im gonna go check right now how long my blog really is. be back in a sec. k i did it and now just close your eyes and guess how long this thing is. dont look until you guess. ok give up, its 50 pages. thats insane. in a book that would be like mabey 75 pages or so cause word pages are big and stuff. ne way i was so bored in ccd i also counted the number of titles on the ceiling of my church ccd building. again guess how many. the magic number is 448 tiles. that must have taken forever. well look at the time. weekends really are too short. i like the saying, "the summer is too short for all the nothing we want to do." thats from calvin and hobbes. a thinking man's comic. plus they have water ballons, and thats always good. ne way im done here im gonna go and get a drink and take my contacts out and try and do some kind of hw. ne way im gone cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106903463803919277?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106903463803919277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106903463803919277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903463803919277' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106902057442317102</id><published>2003-11-16T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T17:09:40.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time to go to ccd. i dont want to go at all. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106902057442317102?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106902057442317102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106902057442317102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106902057442317102' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106901414980419925</id><published>2003-11-16T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T15:22:35.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha done with my hw, kinda. actually i forgot one of my books so i cant technically do ne more hw. so i think i can consider that as done. well actually i also plan to do some tomarrow morning as well so im kinda almost finished. lets just say im my past self right now and im laughing at my future self tomarrow cause he has to do all the fucking work. HAHAHA your a mofo. how come nothing good is on tv on the weekend. comedy central plays the same fing movies every freakin weekend they have for 2 years strait. i wanna fing saturday night live marathon or something like that. and then mtv puts all the stupid reality tv shows on that no one ever watches and they leave the good show like viva la bam on at 11:30, which they might be saying will keep kids from watching. all it really does is make us stay up later and get bad grades on our report cards. i say if it isnt broke, dont fix it. ill use a quote from ben franklin as my quote of the day today. it goes a little something like, "Three people can keep a secret, as long as two of them are dead." ha i kno that feeling. tell one of my friends something, the next day everyone hates me. they dont do ne thing, but they still hate me. ive really got nothing to write about at all. ha lucky you right? ne way i gotta go to church alone tonight cause all my family and tj went this morning. i was planning on going tonight and meeting tj there but since he already went ill be sitting there alone. oh well i gotta remember to bring money so i dont look like a cheep ass when collection is taken up. ya kno a year or so ago the pope released a statement saying that the new fad of rappers and pop stars wearing the huge golden crosses around their necks was wrong. he said if they wanted to show their faith they should give to the poor. well look who's talking mr i own like the biggest and fanciest church in the world. im sure if you sold some of those statues then we could feed a few more people, eh? pick the freakin log outta your own eye before trying to pick the dust out of you're neighbors. that wasnt my original idea i actually read it in an editorial in time or something. when im a senior im gonna go around the school yelling at everyone i didnt like. ya kno that last week im gonna be like the biggest jackass ever. im also gonna ask out like every hot girl in the school. ha its gonna be great. i wonder what our senior pranks gonna be. the seniors this year are gonna release 2 pigs with the numbers 1 and 3 on them. then they're gonna ask is ne one has seen number 2. thats a strange one. hey ya kno that scroll bar on the side of the screen. well every time i type a new line it gets a little smaller because there is more writing. however every time it gets smaller it gets incremently a little less small. therefore you could never, in theory, get it to not exist. i wonder with all the calcuations of the computer if i could just press enter enough to make it that small. im not gonna try it its just a thought. well i think ive wasted enough time typing on this thing. counting down my days until wednesday cause then ffX-2. ha cant wait but ive gotta finish fire emblem first. im gonna end of finishing it just for the sake of finishing it. oh well im gonna go. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106901414980419925?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106901414980419925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106901414980419925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106901414980419925' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106899785342438685</id><published>2003-11-16T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T10:50:53.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stayed in my room for 2 hours this morning so i could go to church tonight instead of now. i got ccd so ya kno that sucks bad. i also have so much hw i think im gonna die. i havent done ne thing the entire weekend. not one thing yet. i cant believe that. usually i step outside at least once to do something, but all ive done is sit upstairs the whole time. thats pretty crazy. actually i went out to dinner but that doesnt really count. i still have nothing to do. mabey ill go and make a dent in my hw. its literally gonna take me 4 hours to finish and i have to leave here by 6 and im not gonna start my hw till like 4. im so lazy that its gonna end up hurting my grades. oh well if i have ne thing to say ill come back here. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106899785342438685?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106899785342438685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106899785342438685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106899785342438685' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106895224410622895</id><published>2003-11-15T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T22:10:50.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sure am bored. im taking a break from fire emblem. ya know i cant really deal with strategy games like that. i dont kno why i keep buying em. its a good game, but not really fit for my obsesive complusive personality. plus its really hard and takes a long time to finish. im sorry but the game has to be really flashy for me to sit through a good 30 to 40 hours of gameplay, or it has to be really fun. if i havent said it already (i forgot) the most time i ever spent on a game was 102 and a half hours. that was of course on one of my favorite games of all time, kingdom hearts. everyone who's played it will tell you how fun it really is, unless there dumb. its kinda childish, but i have no shame, if you havent already noticed. nobodies online. im gettin up at like 2 tomarrow then i have to do an insane amount of hw. ill do the blog breakdown of hw early so i have more time tomarrow. i got a lab and a worksheet in chem that i have to redo completely. i have to write a paper for religion. got to do 3 journal entries in english. and i have about 15 problems to do in math. i think thats about it. itll take me a good 2 to 3 hours to do. thats nothing compared to 102 hours, right. well it feels longer. hmmm since im not a member of ign.com i cant write reader reviews. i think mine would be the best. thats not true but i am one of the few remaining hardcore gammers in the world. we're becoming a rare species. i just made that up too because we've always been a rare species. for those of you who dont kno, ill go through a bit more of my life background. i got my nintendo when i was 2 years old, and it was meant for me to quit my pasiphire. you know that thing you put in a baby's mouth to keep it quiet. ne way my parents got mario and duckhunt and i got seseme counting games or something educational (yes there used to be educational video games). ne way i guess one night my parents left in the mario game and i turned on the nintendo and i havent turned back since. when i got a d in social studies in 7th grade my father actually told me that was one of the top five mistakes he had made in his life. now no one wants to hear that. oh yeah and i got my pasiphire back in like a week. ha. ne way its time to go upstairs and stare at that little box that will someday burn the eyes out of my head. cya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106895224410622895?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106895224410622895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106895224410622895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106895224410622895' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106892247619960919</id><published>2003-11-15T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T13:54:42.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good morning. just finished taking a good 45 minute shower. i do move slow in the "morning." i dreampt i was back in like an ancient place and there was this harvest festival honoring babies born during the harvest time. im not really sure y. the whole time i was sleeping i felt i should be doing something. if i may, i think the dream was telling me im too old fashioned. i want to be new, but im just too set im my ways to change. which brings me to today's topic, i suck at dances. ok most of you who kno me know this all too well. i try to like justify my shyness by saying that i suck at dancing, which i do, and the fact i dont really kno ne girls i would want to dance with, but those are just excuses. really, i think im just scared of the ball. the ball cant hurt me, but still every time im up to bat i just kind of shy away. thats the difference between a pro ball player and one who sucks. i think thats a pretty good analogy. damn phone. ah broke my train of thought. but ne way i suck at that and to tell you the truth im not seeing ne time i gonna get better at it. i would make more vocal opinions but i fear who might read this. i could take em tho. ne way in local news im pissed off at fire emblem, ffX-2 is wednesday, and shit happens. argh before ffX-2 i gotta go through a stupid history test. oh well. i played day of defeat at ben's house and its a pretty cool game. tj got no kills in like a half an hour and i got 8 kills. see i told you im really skilled. my first time too. nothings good on tv and nobodies home. im bored, like usual. im gonna go find something to do. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106892247619960919?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106892247619960919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106892247619960919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106892247619960919' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106886875888635482</id><published>2003-11-14T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T22:59:23.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k im going to sleep cause im tired. no body was at the dance, cept me tj and ben. ne way im going off to do stuff. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106886875888635482?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106886875888635482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106886875888635482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106886875888635482' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106884976979363167</id><published>2003-11-14T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T17:42:55.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eating, dance, sleep. quote of the day "never knows best." i like that one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106884976979363167?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106884976979363167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106884976979363167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106884976979363167' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106884442900788015</id><published>2003-11-14T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T16:13:54.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha funny thing happened today. we were doing track and then we started fooling around so mr laforte yelled at us. now this is the teacher who makes racist jokes and makes fun of little people. yeah im sure gonna have a morality lesson with that asshole. sorry, mr laforte, but fuck the hell off. yeah hes like "ne of you guys run the 400, cause i have the school record and i will chase you guys down and i will catch you!" then what mr laforte? yeah thats what i thought, youre gonna do nothing at all. we werent even doing ne thing at all. he told us not to do ne "giddy running." hmm mabey he's predudice against homosextuals too. yeah i just stood there but im really not gonna listen to him. ne way i think im gonna go take a shower before the dance. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106884442900788015?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106884442900788015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106884442900788015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106884442900788015' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106881144519818181</id><published>2003-11-14T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T07:04:10.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back once again. i wonder if someone read this if they would think im weird. oh well. ne way im thinkin about going to the dance tonight and i have a really easy day today. i also have track practice again. its always a whole lotta fun. im really freakin tired and i dreampt something last night and i thought it was weird but i forgot what happend. argh i got nothing to write about. i hate when that happens so now im writing about not being able to write about stuff. ah my contact just almost fell out. that hurts quite a bit when it gets caught between your eyelid and eye. ive really got nothing to do this weekend. if youre reading this then say "Hey matt come to the movies" or something cause im gonna be really bored just sitting here typing on this thing. i have an extended amount of time this morning cause mrs jorge is picking up and shes much later than everyone else. its a good thing for this blog cause i get to write nonsence when im half asleep. ah i got something. my sister just asked me to take over watching for mrs jorge duty. this is a thing she started when the carpool started, and supposedly im supposed to take every other week. i havent watched once yet. its pointless and shes being paranoid. hmm im gonna go web browsing cause im bored and tired (not hungry tho). cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106881144519818181?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106881144519818181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106881144519818181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106881144519818181' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106877042511396683</id><published>2003-11-13T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T19:40:30.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah forgot to tell you about my dream. i was gonna do it this morning but the site was down. ne way i dreampt i was in a huge tv show. it was actually a war with real killing and stuff that was gonna be shown on tv. i was gonna stop it with the help of this girl. but then i was reading a book and it said something about the brown fish that wouldnt die. so then she got attacked by this shadow thing and it really ripped her a new one. then she said it was killed before by this guy, and for some reason i saw the scene, and it was this guy with a sword and he didnt have a shirt on and he killed it with his bare hands against a rock. so then the tv show was like underway i we were in what was supposed to be japanese territory, but the girl couldnt get up cause she was hurt. then i woke up. i wanted to write about it sooner but i had no time. ok cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106877042511396683?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106877042511396683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106877042511396683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106877042511396683' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106876982931830794</id><published>2003-11-13T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T19:30:34.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh im tired. only one day to go till the weekend. im goin to the dance, i think, tomarrow so thatll be good. i wanna go to a la salle dance but they dont have ne, and according to tj they suck ne way. one thing that makes me feel dumb is when im misinformed. i was told something the other day and i brought it up in a convo. i was proven wrong and looked like a duche bag. yeah so now i feel like an idiot (its my ocd working up again). yeah ne way fire emblems pissing me off quite a bit. see i am a completest to the tenth degree so i cant deal with something if i cant finish it completly. in fire emblem a new character appears every chapter, and he's always freakin hard to get. so i have to quit after every chapter to walk downstairs and get to the site that tells me how to get him. yeah so im frustrated at this point. gotta finish it by wednesday tho cause ffX-2 comes out. you dont kno what it is then you probly shouldnt kno. ne way im gonna go ok so cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106876982931830794?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106876982931830794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106876982931830794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106876982931830794' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106876431056164135</id><published>2003-11-13T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T17:58:35.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>couldnt get on this morning cause this site was down for updates. i just read this poetry thing for mrs dom's english class and its super stupid. i dont think words can describe the feelings of frustration and anger i had. i wish they had a guestbook so i could leave a nasty message. ne way tracks a whole lotta fun cause im good at working through pain. i had to do elephant walks and that has crippled my walking abilities a little bit. ne way i havent been able to do many updates for the past week. ive been so damn busy. i got a quote and then ill rant. its from winston churchill and its one of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Churchill, I do believe you are drunk."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah but in the morning I shall be sober, and you will be just as ugly."&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he was like the first gangster. ne way member back in the day when we had to do those journals back in like 2nd grade. i remember hating doing those things. i would put the same thing every day, basically do my hw, hang out with friends, watch tv. i like the blog better because its like i actually write in it. and you get almost a sence of freedom from it cause its on the internet. a normal journal is just like a book you hide in your room. and this things not even really a journal, its more of an outlet for my rantings and funny quotes and whatnot. i have no hw but i still have a million and one things to do. geez i need a vacation really freakin bad. next wednesday, ffX-2. cant wait. today in religion class i thought it was funny cause we were talking about sponsers in class. i mean of course there are gonna be stories. i notice from people they are like one of three people. they're either out partying and being an idiot every night, they take themselfs so *** damned seriously that i think if i taped them talking they would say they sounded like an idiot. then there's everyone else who doesnt really give a fuck one way or the other. i like the last people. but like in religion mrs ferrer is like, "your sponser is someone who you need to stay close with to celebrate your faith!" then someone said something, dont wanna offend ne one cause its a good person if you kno who im talkin about but it was a funny line, and i was just like, "oh geez you gotta stop reading those fucking romantic books." i like the saying that, "fact is stranger than fiction, but seldom more dramatic." if we need the dramatics and the stupid monologues, we'll let you kno. heh sometimes i cant even figure out what i wanna say in my blog. i wonder if its the sign of a good writer? ne way im off cause i got things to do and people to see and whatnot. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106876431056164135?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106876431056164135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106876431056164135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106876431056164135' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915517.post-106868933286736216</id><published>2003-11-12T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T19:51:05.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k im here. jimmy's staying, at least for one more year. i just watched both the all your base are belong to us and the yatta yatta song and they're both hilarious. if you got spare time, type those in to google and watch em. quote of the day, &lt;br /&gt;"Someone set up us the bomb, it you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello gentlemen, all your base are belong to us, you have no chance of survive, make your time."&lt;br /&gt;"What you say!"&lt;br /&gt;its pretty freakin hilarious. damn its too late. i promise a long one soon. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915517-106868933286736216?l=mattg778.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106868933286736216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5915517/posts/default/106868933286736216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattg778.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106868933286736216' title=''/><author><name>matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393183584642903064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
