uncanny_matthew

Not going into it.

no one ever reads this, but that's ok.  things are probably better this way.

birthday: saturday.

i feel melodramatic. 

there's someone i never met who's probably miles away and we might be best friends.

i have a lot of things to say i just can't remember them at this moment.

i'm all fevery and saturday's over and i was excited and so sunday's over too. i've missed wednesday and thursday and tomorrow will be friday and i'm missing that too, so whatever.  i was really ecstatic about the day after tomorrow and chili's and wickham catesby flannagan and dominique adams and sunny chung and everyone else.  

and i was almost excited about carowinds.




end chapter one i hope.

So today was interesting.  Fun.  And interesting.
what we originally planned to do.
we were going to visit wickham catesby flannagan but that didn't really work out well.  
why we didn't do what we originally planned to do.
 errrrrrrr, many reasons, but among them:
--wickham wouldn't answer his phone. we called him 18 and 1/2 times.  one message went like so.
the messiah (chung). "we'd appreciate it if you answered your phone, wickham."
the unpure one (adams).  "BITCH ASS--"
me. (i rarely use this word) "fucker! ANSWER YOUR PHONE ONE IN YOUR LIFE."
he said he listened to all 18 messages before he called us back.
--dominique's mother.  apparently there's something severely horrible about her and dominique told sunny BUT SHE WON'T TELL ME.  i think she either molested dominique (ewww) or had sex with radek. 
--dominique and sunny claiming i am a crazy driver.  they say that, because i swerve on purpose at times, i will be arrested because a policeman will assume i'm drunk.  wtfever. 
--that's basically all of the reasons.
what we did instead of going to the governor's school of math and sciences (although sunny claims it's sciences and maths, but who cares).
FIRST:
we went to Books-a-Million. did various things there and got evil glares from a crazy woman who worked at joe muggs.
NEXT:
we went to the bowling alley to mug dominique's mother, also known as convincing her to let dominique go to hartsville with us.  dominique told sunny something horrible about her mother, but wouldn't tell me.  rwar.
THEN:
we went to walgreen's, no idea why, but dominique wanted to go.  and sunny refused to tell me the secret.
AND THEN:
we went to coldstone.  justin o. works there, apparently.  we conversed for a short time about codenamed Demonic Vulture Math-teacher (DMV).  then sunny and dominique and i got icecream (yay for cookie doughn't you want some?--get it?)  and we tried to convince sunny he was, in fact, the messiah because he is so pure, and i think it's working (we told him the other day that he was born from a surrogate mother) .  oh well.
AND LASTLY: 
i dropped dom at her car and then drove sunny home.




so here i am.

i'm reading proust?
i don't think i'll ever be done, seriously... but anyways,
i do hope to finish in search of lost time before i die, so that i can enjoy other books

RWARRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!

besides this, another topic for you:
my favorite movies (in no specific order):
--amelie
--eternal sunshine of the spotless mind/ the science of sleep
--leon: the professional
--marie antoinette (or the royal tenenbaums/the life aquatic (with steve zissou))
--everything is illuminated

i'm severely indecisive; i use the word "ish" a lot.  i mean, i've cut down on the "ish"yness that is me, but i still use it a lot, so forgive me if everytime i say
"i'm happy-ish"
or
"i'm smart-ish"
or
"i'd suppose i'm funny-ish"
because i'm ishy all the time.


last night, i had a dream.
it was interesting, and scary. there was some vampire in the attic, and me and megan were living at our grandmother's alone, and the vampire was huge and wouldn't die, and kept attacking us, even when we went to niagra falls, and he was all, "bitch, i want your books," and i was all, "bitch, i love my books, you can die," and he kept coming and scaring us and i kept thinking, "JUST EAT US ALREADY!" and he wanted my books, and i had a cross and i tried to defeat it with the cross but IT DIDN'T WANT TO DIE!!!


grrr.
now i have to go write an english and a history paper..............................................
blah blah blah

I've almost forgotten about them. It's worse than homework, really. I'm procrastinating. First I have to burn them, then write all the songs and artists, and do this three times for each person (thirty people +), then write letters, because I want it to be personal, but it's EXTREMELY TEDIOUS!!! AHHHH!

To do list.
1.) study for bio 101
2.) study for history ap
3.) history identifications
4.) history essay (she says to write it three times, rwar)
5.) english essay (double rwar)

So a while ago, I almsot wrote a really long piece about Hitler and stuff because I was uhhh using sleeping pills. Currently, I'm doing history identifications, listening to the new Weakerthans cd, and I feel really sleepy, actually. Uhhhh. Today was stupid. I was sick and seriously, school is stupid. Excluding: early morning, U.S. history, lunch, and on the rare occasion library, it's so so so stupid. And currently, i'm trying to convince douchebag that I am jewish, because he hates jewish people. I said, "Shalom, douchebag," and he looked at me, confused, for a while, and then said, "S'cloom? S'cloom? That would be a purty int'resting name, donyadink?"
Me: "Er..."
Then Tiffaney and I just burst into laughter.
I don't care for him much, but I suppose he's OK on occasion, even if he doesn't know that Christianity is a branch-religion of Judaism. Whatever. I'm going to go do something productive, like study for once. I hate studying, and sleeping too, mainly because I always wonder why I'm not doing something else.
I want to go see Across the Universe this Friday or Saturday with Dominique and Sunny and Wickham, but Wickham's at govie's school and sunny's all "STUDY STUDY STUDY I'M GOING TO DIE DIE DIE IF I DON'T STUDY STUDY STUDY!" and Dominique's all unpure so yeah, that just leaves me.

I'm almost through.

I feel like talking gibberish.

Fire drill today.

No fire drill tomorrow.
No school.

I had to pick up all the styrofoam balls.

Time is obviously not on my side. Not usually. Maybe today it is. A bit. I feel ecstatic because:
1. I'm almost through with the Decameron
2. I may be going to Barnes & Nobles this weekend, which always makes my day.
3. I'm gangksta.
4. I broke the CoinStar machine while cashing in the money from my piggy bank. (Why does that make me happy?)
5. Tomorrow is a Friday.
6. I'm not me at the moment. Or at least I don't feel like me.
7. Bright Eyes is releasing a new C.D.

I feel slightly melancholy because of the reality of certain subjects like:
1. Sunny got his acceptance letter to the Governor's School.
2. I don't know if I've gotten accepted.
3. I'm so far behind there's no way I can catch up.
4. Mrs. Baker doesn't like me. Oh, and she corrects my grammar.
5. Mrs. Jackson (bka Lucifer II) has some mighty pull over our school. Let me state that again. EVIL has some mighty pull over our school. A woman who has a large, white afro which contains little woodland creatures (their own little niche), is taking over.
6. People make jokes about the Holocaust way too much. Which is ludicrous. I don't think you should make fun of Jews. I mean, come on. There's a point to which you should take your anti-Semitism. Don't discuss the best ways for a Jew to die. That's disrespectful, cruel, and...I'm not going on.
7. I'm also starting to get annoyed with people's arrogance and need to always be right.

I don't know if I like who I've become.

I hate [my] laughing.

I undertook a very manly task. I accomplished this task and came out in flying colors. Well, maybe sagging colors. I do believe the colors were trying their best to keep up. But with me and my directions and my screws and screwdrivers and all the other different parts [LABELS A-Z]it was sort of hard. But I still accomplished a great feat, people.

Really.

...

Today, on television, I watched something about a woman in the '70's who committed suicide on live television. She was a newscaster, either tired of all the bloody footage she was forced to report about or...just tired in general. Two years later, a comedy was made about her death. It won two academy awards.

"Seven days in a row?"

Actually, one.










Also; we had some sort of ritual at a pep rally today where we decapitated basketball hoops. Because we are state champions. But isn't that sort of ironic?

I feel sort of awful. Maybe because this woman who used to annoy me is in the hospital. I saw her yesterday and thought, "God, that woman annoys me." And her little kid. Then today she was in a wreck and is in the hospital now. I don't know exact details, and I'm not going to be melodramatic, nothing like that. All I'm saying is that I hate irony and I hate hate.

On other topics, MYSTIC RIVER is getting better.

My personal project short stories are awful.

And, in response to Tulsi's question, I am, actually, alive. Contrary to popular belief.

Two catfish (plural?) and a short story and a half later, I'm writing my first entry in forever. I feel like I should have a voiceover for my life, like in movies and television shows. Maybe not my voice, perhaps someone else's voice. If it had to be my voice, I would rather it be me from the future. That way, I could be like, "Once, when I was young, I went to Sonic. I ordered a burger. Then I went to Wal Mart. Wal Mart is not an attractive place. They have had many shootings there. This woman I used to know knew one of the shooters. Yeah." My A.D.D. would play a large role in my voice overs, trailing from one subject to another. I guess A.D.D. plays a large part in a lot of voice over speeches. Everyone has a bit of A.D.D. Or rather, no one has a bit of no A.D.D. or something like that, as Sylvia Browne says, who is one of my heroes. Mainly because she can write thirty books about one single subject. I watch the Montel Williams show every Wednesday whenever she is on. She has this croaky voice, like a frog, and she always is right. Or, mostly. People sometimes don't agree with her, but later, when it turns out she's right, she'll just say, "WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" in her frog voice. Mainly because she knew she was right all along, because she sees dead people. But what was my original subject? I really don't know if I even had one. Well, anyways, yesterday I went fishing. A very manly activity. I actually caught a fish. Or three. I caught the Moby Dick of all catfish. I swear, the creature was warped. They must be pouring toxic wastes into the lake. I feel like a murderer.

I made myself a reading list. It is ten pages long. Oh mein gott.

I missed a lot of school because I had acute bronchitis. I'm talking WEEKS, man.

TULSI: aRE YOU STILL ALIVE?!?

ok, jokes aside, how have you been?
i heard you were out for a while.
are you okay?

People tend to think I have AIDS, or Ebola, or some other life threatening disease.

I say "ish" a lot, because I'm indecisive. I'm never sure about anything.

I have decided to NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER eat the Zaxby's XXX hot sauce again. EVER.

I raked a lot today. My hands are sore.

I bought the new Shins c.d.

I have a really long playlist. I could show it to you, if you'd like.

I hate how some people are talented but have nothing to say.

I did not update for a while. A week, I guess, which is astonishing. I had about a bazillion posts for xanga. I guess I just forgot. Oh well. But anyways. Christmas was Monday. I got presents. Carlie claimed she was going to steal my Blackberry. Coleman is a pro on the PSP. Nikki likes her new camera. She's very conceited and takes pictures of herself all of the time. She's mastered the art of taking pictures of oneself. Mom slammed her finger in the back door of our house yesterday. They had to glue it together. I kept saying, "Mom, I'll drive you to the emergency room, Mom, Mom, Mom," but she kept saying, "They can't do anything for a broken finger!"
I really want to get a memory card for my PSP. No place has one. It's really stupid. I've started MARVEL: Ultimate Alliance twice, gotten half the way through the game twice, and had to restart the game twice because I did not have a memory card. Stupid pinball.
It's a very cool game, though. No matter what everyone else says.
AMERICAN PSYCHO is pretty good, funny, and entertaining overall.
I'm going off to read/restart Ultimate Alliance until I can get a memory card.
Yeah.

I can't believe how much Cranium sucks. It should die.

It all started with myspace. The stupid dead girl bulletin where they said that if I did not repost this bulletin, I would find myself the victim of an anorexic teenage girl from Indiana. I went to Kyya, and said, "I'm going to die. I'm making out my will." The exact quote is as follows.

Me: "so apparently some anorexic girl from indiana is going to cut me in my sleep if I don't repost this thing on myspace. supposedly, the entire story is "factual." but how you know for a fact that a dead boy heard a dead girl singing in his shower? that's like saying you know for a fact mrs. chewning isn't evil and has lips. this is one reason why myspace sucks. it can literally be a death notice. well, i'm going to go write my will!"

Kyya: "Leave me your iTunes library in your will, k?"

I pulled up my iTunes, happy to be alive, and decided to experiment. Fifteen minutes later, half of my music was gone. I was shocked, utterly terrified, and in disbelief. How could something like this have happened to me? The stupid dead girl from Indiana had cursed me and my iTunes library!

Luckily, I still have the support of my friends.

Kyya: "Well, that sucks. :(

but you are still dying, right?"