If summer vacation gets here any more slowly, I swear to God I'm going to go crazy... er. I have some awful news for everyone with a favorite teacher in their lives - by the end of the yera, no matter how great a relationship you had with them, no matter how awesome of a student you were, for those last two weeks of school, they HATED YOUR FUCKING GUTS. Everyone I talk to assures me this is the case, and I'm witnessing it firsthand. (By the by, if there's an abnormally aggressive tone to this, it's because I'm writing it through one of the worst headaches I've ever had the displeasure of experiencing. I told my 6th period that it feels like I shrank my scalp in the dryer.)
It's still weird to talk about MY wedding. Right now I'm still excited about it, because it feels like we're just planning a big huge party for all our friends and family. I'm sure once we get closer to the date, things will get more hectic. I hope everyone else is as excited as I am, though.
Last bit o' news, if you can call it that - I'll be in Sweatlands this coming weekend, coming in either Saturday morning or late Friday. I'm going to hate driving, but whatever. It's funny, because I was supposed to go to Alli's cousins' (hot twin cousins) graduation on Saturday in Smell-A, but we sorta decided it might just be easier for me to go directly home so we don't have to address the awkward situation of "where does Matt sleep?" Let's just say our two families have distinctly different outlooks on the bed-sharing issue. Anyway, I'm done being a man, I'm going to go take something for this nasty headache.
Two weeks of school left. If I kill anyone at this point, it'll be justifiable murder. I never thought that staring at the same faces all school year long could be so infuriating. Of course, by and large the problem could be getting to the end and realizing they haven't learned anything. My God.
Some one please buy for me the Season 1 DVD of Scrubs.
People who slow down drastically when passing a CHiPpie who is currently occupied with writing a ticket need to be run off the road, chariot style. Hey, assbag, he's not going to throw down his clipboard, mutter "Mother of God," dash to his car, slide across the hood, jump in and floor it when he's already engaged. (I have other various driving annoyances, but they most stem from those things I can't stand when people do them to me, but in retrospect I do them all the time... like riding a merge lane all the way to the end. I really hate it when people do that, but I do it DAILY.)
Me: So Joe, what are bros? You said you hate bros. Joe: You know, guys who wear fucking Skin shirts and drive lifted... Me: Say no more. I know exactly what you mean. Fucking bros. Interestingly enough, I found out that my brother and his pals refer to the same douchebags as "dudebros."
"Class after class of ugly, ugly children." - Superintendant Chalmers... and Me.
So I love to cook. Really, if you consider cooking an art, it's one that I've really shown some talent for, in comparison to my basic drawing skills and my mild to moderate writing ability. Hell, I'd cook for a living if I had my druthers... it's not an easy field to break into, and it takes a lot of time that I don't have yet. Also, it is no small secret that I like beer. So I like to cook, and I like beer... needless to say the thought of brewing my own has crossed my mind occasionally. (Especially since I spend every other friday at a microbrewery.) But that requires expensive equipment I don't exactly have the money for right now. So here's my plan - I'll work, save money, and work on my cooking and brewing. In the meantime, my marketably talented friends will become successful musicians. Then, eventually we can all come back together and start our own microbrew restaurant, wherein I will get to design the menu and craft a hoppy ale and all that good stuff. So let's review: I plan on shamelessly riding th coattails of my more talented pals. So... be prepared, boys. posted by MAtt D. at 9:34 PM
Sunday, May 08, 2005
I ran a race this weekend. 5 miles through downtown San Diego. Finished in about 40:32, which gives me a pace of about 8:06 per mile. That's not too bad, all things considered. Overall, I feel pretty good about it. [EDIT] I just found out how I did. 444 out of 2558. That's like, the top 18%. Awesomeness.[/EDIT]
I mentioned in my last post that I've gone kinda health-crazy this year. I like it. I feel really good and energetic and powerful most of the time. I eat the same salad for lunch every day, with minor variations here and there. I eat about six times a day. I get cardio exercise about every other day. It's weird to eat food that makes you feel good, feel alive. I've always kind of had a little bulge at the bottom of my stomach, but now my stomach is flat and I can see my abs. I feel attractive. My coworkers look at my lunch in horror and think I'm eating some kind of "rabbit food" but I like the way it tastes and I like the way I feel. And I'm not the one getting the secretary's spread on my ass.
[EDIT] Apparently USD finally got around to deleting my account with them, which is the reason for all the heinously ugly "no picture" boxes. I'm looking for some way to remedy this.[/EDIT]
