The tale of a:

Friday, I was invited a party by a friend of mine. I know what a rare and exciting opportunity right? So by the time I was getting into my groove. My ride/invite decided it was time to haul me off. It was a shame, despite the facet that I was surrounded by 8 lesbians, which was unfortunate, but didn't mean it couldn't be a good night of king's cup. Oh well, maybe I'll make friend via facebook done the line. There's been better and worse nights. But that was prophetic of Saturday.

As I ended up at another party with no... straight women, save my ex. PEACHY! Thankfully there was booze-a-hol which makes all problems disappear, for a small while, but if you just need a couple of hours to get through a socially awkward situation then rum is your friend. To top off the night my roommates and I went down Pearl Street, in our costumes. Apparently I was the only MJ to be walking down the strip, which got me more attention then I expected. But I did get a girl in a chicken suit to jump me, hurrah!

So I finally talked to Kristin, spilled my guts, offered myself to move to her, away from everything, my network of friends, my familiar surrounding, hell my comic shop! (That shiz was serious)
She rejected the offer. Also made a heinous accusation.
Then there was moping, even in the car as I drove her back to ... wherever. As we sat there, something just... snapped, and I looked up the sun was shining, and I wanted to just go, back to my life, but I was smiling.
She looked confused. But I didn't care. Whatever closure I need it was there.
I offered this girl my life, soul, future, my everything, and she stonewalled me. Then I remembered she didn't really put out much either.

IDK this is abbreviated, it was more dramatic... I think, but I feel lighter, happier, and I've decided to take up a drinking problem habit.

Who's comin' with me?

And to all my friends, who are the best of the best, sorry but it all worked out in the end.
and ... bitches man ;)

So when I was trying to see through my hazed vision at around 1 today, I wondered why I was so tired. Then it all came back to me.. the rush of sushi dinner in the evening. The sex my roommate was having... right above my room. Which wouldn't of been so bad if not for that it wasn't hot sex, it was more like, baby talk with odd noises added in, which completely barred me from tuning it out, but slowly being filled with rage. Also the baby talk kept my inner narrator from creating a Discovery Channel special of the event, which was really a needed step to secure my sanity. Then my next door roommate waking me up with hacking coughing, and I think puking, which wouldn't be so bad if this wasn't the start of the third week in a row, and frankly I'm sick of it. He really should move on.
By any standard, I was justified in my drowsy demeanor in the afternoon.

How was your Monday?

Now people I must regret that I feel the need to report a shortcoming, a falling back, a regression if you will in our overall social circle. This would be the the lack of proper body language. Now if your not familiar, when someone lets you into a car lane, opens a door, or generally for whatever reason goes out of their way to make way so that your day might not seem like such the dreary disaster that it most probably is, it is only proper to give them a nod, at least a wave, and sir or madam, if you are wearing your hat you best be tipping it.

As someone who tries to be punctual yet polite, I do many of these things, without reciprocation from the other end at times, which leaves me amiss, and too often plotting to carry a blunt object such as a billy club, mace, or my etiquette trophy to rectify the situation.

Though as I do hate to generalize I do notice that it is often the female population that is guilty of this transgression. I feel it's fair to bring up as I think many of them are brought up to believe 'as ladies' they are entitled to such treatment. Well as these portly unsightly females waddle through the door (to work or vote I might add ladies 'as only chivalrous men can truly treat a female as a lady by assuming they can do nothing themselves')I feel it's only fair in this post-feminist revolution era to hold them to the same standard I hold the dower blokes that have the unseemly habit of using the word 'Ironic' too frequently and often incorrectly.

Now I know we're busy people, but I do feel that it is simple enough for us all to take the time and while we're careening into the spot in the lane that just opened for us, or biking/walking past the car that took the time to not collide with us at 50 miles per hour, or even walking past the kindly one that has kept the building's portal open for us to walk through, to give a nod or wave as the situation dictates, so that we can all have a more pleasant day, and with amount of civility try not to end up on the nightly news.

Thank you.

I'm officially in a new routine

Monday: work to workout
Tuesday: work to DH
Wednesday: work to comics, to game night
Thursday: work to play
Friday: work to weekend

Then my weekends are unplanned. But I feel like an old man, kind of a rut. I need to break out, WILD OUT, do ... something. At least I'm makin some money, but retirement is a ways off. Why must I work though my would be glory years. It's dumb being young and responsible. Maybe I need to get into a fight... that sounds good.

I'm on twitter are you?
If so gimme ur handle!
I'm
MagicalMatt42
also if you know of any interesting peoplez on twitter, alert me.

To help with the drudgery of the day, it's interesting to get news, opinions, happenings of friends, and putting forth my own 'content' that can't even contain a longer hiku.

I don't know, it's been druging up all kinds of thought about communication in my mind. Also about how friggin weird these things can be.

Also listening to @google talks is interesting as hell, so far the XKCD guy, and realizing why I think that comic is terrible, Hiliary Clinton was interesting to listen to, and Noam Chomsky is... not quite as fascinating as I hoped.

OK I'll bust this off

*I publish like a madman, word!
*NDK is coming up= score
*Party time has been abound
*I suck at go karts
*I suck at mini-golf
*Saw Infected Mushroom live, white people can NOT dance, bleh, crackers
*Mostly moved in, my room is awesome minus the floor boards above me bein creaky and wakin me up in the morning.
* Re-bought my Magic deck!
*Hit on apparently another Married chick...
*I can still avoid hang overs
*Had a dream where I hooked Kiran up, effin weird
*Things are CRAZY
*woosh
* need something for an ABC party...
*just had cake at the office again...
*
*where the white women at?

I was thinking I might need to get new glasses. Until I used my magical cloth, wiped them off, them SHAZAM, I could see again. Blues were more vibrant, the paper became brighter and details of the quality of the materials came through rather than a white sheet to my eyes, I saw the trees and the pines stood out and and the world became alive to me once more!

In other news my nose is bleeding O.o
jk

good day people.

So a kid from my neighborhood ODed on a poppy tea recently. He was the brother of a couple of guys that I used to hang out with, we went to the same schools mostly, and hell he was younger than me. Now, he's dead. My Dad and I, went to the wake (or remembrance)and it was a painful thing to see.
A kid younger than me, that I knew, just dead.
All the things that went through my head, mostly, weren't appropriate. I mean, IDK, I felt bad for thinking when I saw his mom and brothers, I couldn't even say anything.

Now I just feel, kinda alone, one of those times that you're suppose to be in a couple for I guess, just have someone to hold, get through the goddam night, and sort out feelings and thoughts a little later, when it's just a slice of life further away.

...

Yhea see a dead kid and that's still all I can think about. woo hoo,

I'm gonna try to think about OTHER things, post on that soon, I hope...

Jeearrrb
I'm a production specialist, an online publisher, I do this, then I get paid. Not as exciting as my days as a Jigglo, but far more fruitful, you know minus the fruits.


Sparring!
I did it once recently, got beat up, I'd like to try again but with more fun people.... yup

Comics
I read them, thinking of v-blogging about them. If you like wacky things see if you can find a copy of CHEW somewhere, about a detective that gets clues by eating, so long as it's not beats.

Dancing
Oh yhea, I'm white. funny story, I can't.

The future
Hopefully is full of bee-yotches.

Sorry, hopefully I can re-do later, But I GTG it's FRIDAY!! RAWR

Another long wondering of where, oh where did the year go? Actually I think this is the first B-Day like that. I know what I did, job hunt. YAY. Just thinking on it again makes me sad, in the pants. But I'm up a bunch of new friends, and seeing some old ones, and living it up! I haven't done anything productive besides work in awhile, it's pretty awesome...
and in awhile I feel things are gonna start coming together, for good or for bad.

Mozzletof everyone!

So this idea came across my head while contemplating the impossible, refining a definition of art. The idea is that there needs to be some sort of multiplicity in viewing or appreciating the work in order for it to be art. A letter can be well composed, but between two people it is not art. A poem in a drawer is art however due to the fact that it has the potential to be viewed by multiple parties. But the letter could be viewed by multiple people as well, though the intent is different.

So anyways, until I figure out the difference that I feel nagging at the back of my mind, I just contradicted myself.

Thanks for reading?

--"raw raw fight the power, do the impossible, see the invisible"

So I'm not to busy at work....
and they want me to learn css and stuff
and I thought...
Today is a good day to try this coffee stuff...
I have a vanilla brew, or something... it ... is.. GOOD
(caffeine caffeine caffeine caffeine)
I might have another.... five...
WHEEE!

(Note: except for trying a cup here or there, the occasional frappachino, I don't drink coffee, or ... haven't)

Horay for socially acceptable drugs

and my computer at home refuses to actually turn on..

meaning I need to buy a new computer...

and see if I can do a file recovery from a laptop that won't turn on..

lame sauce..

I'll update, someday, somehow... I guess...

Stupid wires. And in other news, HP IS STUPID

So I realized why I've been listening to so much rap lately, especially Emeniem...

because I can relate! BEE-YOTCHES!

I will update upon this past weekend soon, not that you care I imagine.
But if you are... look forward to it?

(Now I'm trying to imagine someone sitting next to their computer "What Matt hasn't updated yet? But he promised? I NEED to know of his events and agitations, delights, and going ons.. )

I imagine this person is short, with black hair and named DOODMIESTER!

And in further news... lack of sleep is like drugs on paper...

Hilarious?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9o5_W6hn9k&feature=related

So I'm looking forward to connecting with more Boulder peeps, as I have seen a few old friends already, re-establishing so friendships, it's good times! Plus always room to make more friends, and thus more facebook friends.

This is good, because without school I don't have anyway to meet new peoples (or even womenz) which is kinda lame, but OH WELLS (no jimmy don't go down there... ugh call the news crews) Especially since, everyone at my work is older than me at least by half. (Kinda werid, since they're all like.. you did all of WHAT last night?") Oh well, at least there's one guy here who I talk to.
One time he went on and on about how his days at Sun he was nailing this chick and that chick, which was pretty epic. Talking about how all these older women were spoiling him, how he used his 'connections' to help his department. IDK, if he's telling the truth, but I don't really care it's pretty entertaining either way.

So anywho, I'm looking forward to hikes, pic takings, and a dance weekend coming up.

PAR-TAY

but on the lames, the IRS wants more of my monies from 2007... lame.

Lately I've been feeling like I've been listing my friends to others for their accomplishments, than anything I've done.
Mostly because I have awesome friends, and it's worth bragging. However I needed a moment to take stock of my life, and 5 minutes later I re-realized how awesome I am. I'm getting my shiz together, and my next big life step is moving out from my Dad's place.

Then I guess it's find a woman, then marriage, then spawning, then... death?

With lots of awesome and taxes in the in between, and with any luck a pull up bar!

But to all my buddies, I raise a glass, or cup of whatever to your honor! And I'll keep bragging for you, because where you choose to have shame, I probably don't.

I have completed my 'white suit' and friends and foes alike should be warned, I look PIMPIN' in that thing.

Also, I just realized that I have vacation time that I'll have to be using at some point. I shall investigate as to how best spend that!

I yawned, and my jaw popped, then I felt a pain along my temple to my neck, my neck cracked, then my right eye vision went fuzzy.

The lesson: DON'T BE TIRED

wicked wednesday