A wrong number called my house earlier today (4-10-07) and the guy who called asked for someone by the name of “Matt”. So I said “yes this is Matt” and then he asked if my last name was….some strange name...and I said no…but I thought it was funny how a wrong number was looking for someone called Matt and I just happened to answer….I can only hope that he wasn’t looking for someone to accept a large amount of money because I just screwed myself over if that’s the case.

For the latest post here my on blog thing I will cover a lot of territory that covers a huge range of topics so try and keep up…..

First I guess I will start with the obvious…300 is awesome…I saw it with my dad and my younger brother over spring break and it was amazing…all the blood and violence and all that stuff…just amazing….

While spring break is on my mind two things….first Evan, have you forgotten how to use a telephone? Sure its true that I could have called but I don’t know what your work or school schedule is so its up to you to call me…

Second…on Tuesday morning I woke up with extreme abdominal pain and unable to urinate or defecate which lasted about three hours…during which time I spent my time on the crapper praying that it would go away and I would be fine and eventually did…but I still decided to go to the doctor who had me pee in a cup and sent that to the lab…and sure enough…my urine was normal…and since this is the second time in about a year that this has happened he suspects one of three things…1.”Spactic Colon” which is when the nerves in the colon are messed up and don’t always send the right signals to the brain meaning the colon is trying to tell my brain that its full and needs to “unload” but what is actually received is “ouch ouch lots of pain” 2. Crones disease (could be spelled differently not sure) which frankly I don’t know what it is but I know its bad…I used to know because long ago I knew someone who had it but the mind forgets things it doesn’t use so….3. Colon Cancer, yeah if this is what it is…I’m not going to be very happy.  To find out which of these three wonderful things I have I get to have a colonoscopy which I need to make an appointment for. I’ve heard that the actual procedure isn’t the bad part. It’s the 24 hours before it happens that suck since all I’ll be aloud to eat/drink is water and the medicine that they give me to “flush” me clean.

Going back to school after spring break sucked as usual.

Found out that I didn’t do as bad as I thought I did on my philosophy test (78%)

-Logic (72%)

-Math (100%)

-Compy Game class paper (18.5/20)/Halo 1& 2 presentation (18/20)

Not too bad for midterms….

My oral presentation for my Computer Games class sucked though…I had to present Halo 1& 2 and the only part that sucked about it is that my teacher is sexist toward women.  Meaning that she favors girls over guys and part of the presentation was suppose to cover how women are portrayed in the game that each person had to present and for those of you who have played Halo 1 & 2 there aren’t women in it. Not that it portrays them negatively but they just aren’t there. So there is nothing to say about it. And of course when I said this my partner and I both noticed a face of disgust and disdain of the information we presented. Sure, that alone isn’t enough information to clam she’s a sexist but there is more.  Whenever we talk about a video game the first (and usually only) topic she brings up is how women are degraded or treated badly in the game or how women are considered lesser beings because they weren’t included in a game. Its rather fucked up…so I imagine I failed the presentation but at least I’ve never missed a paper and gotten as many extra credit points as possible so I have something to buffer the 0 I’m going to get.

Increasingly my parents are starting to show how little they are capable of using logic.  I was blamed for not delivering a message to my mom that was on the voice message recording thing from a call that happened when I was using the bathroom.  She was at a neighbors house having coffee while I was home alone taking care of the dogs and as mentioned before using the restroom.  The phone message was regarding paper work that my mom needed to fill out to finish the acquisition of yet another car (my brother just got his license). Anyways for some reason my mom needed to know this ASAP and I was suppose to know that and let her or my dad know as soon as the people called.  Well its hard to know something that your never told and so I let it go to the answering machine and left it for when she came home.  Then of course in Dombek tradition I get yelled at and blamed for 1. Not calling here about the message 2. Every other problem with the world 3. That I should get a job and stop playing video games because there the devil. Ok so the last one isn’t really something I can be blamed for but my parents say that kind of crap anyways.  And yes, I probably should get a job but I’m a little too lazy and don’t feel like trying to keep a job and good grades. And its not like I don’t do homework, hell I spend between 50 and 70 hours a week on homework and usually I still have more to do. That’s more then a full time job just spent on homework.  And my mom is the last person to be telling others to get jobs because she sits around and does nothing almost all day long.  (my next few statements are gonna be sexist)

Women are shit. They are suppose to do nothing more then stay at home cook, clean, make babies, and make the man happy.  That’s how it is.  That’s why most of them are incapable of putting 2 thoughts together into a complete thought. I personally think that the percentages are 10% of women are intelligent and 90% are worthless and stupid.  Of course it is possible that I have just some how managed to meet all the stupid women in the world. I’m not denying that, but women in general (and a surprising amount of guys as well) are just incapable of intelligent thought. Most women just look for a man to marry and then leech off of them until either the guy becomes passive and doesn’t care or the guy realizes his mistake and she demands a divorce and takes all the guys money, objects, and dignity with her. Then to add insult to injury, if the couple had kids the women gets the custody of them and somehow manages to turn the kids against their father to the point that all the guy has to look forward to is death.  For those of you who have parents that are divorced try looking at life from your fathers eyes and see how you like life. My bet is that it probably blows…hard. 

I could go on but it gets a bit mean….my point is that my parents are stupid much like most peoples parents. And I think that it goes past “parents” to become just people in general.

At this point I’m not sure what my original point was so I’m gonna end it here with this statement…..

            Life sucks but you only get one shot at it, so make it count.

I would like to dedicate my being totally awesome (mentally and physically) to the wonderful chemical Capsaicin.  This is the chemical that’s in hot peppers that gives them that hot burning sensation that happens when eaten.  The reason that I dedicate my awesomeness to Capsaicin is because the more of it that I eat the better I become at everything I do. For example, I eat curry powder on everything (including waffles and other pastries) and since I started doing this (toward the end of first semester) my grades on tests and papers have all been A’s.  Where as before I started eating large amounts of curry I was getting A’s, B’s, and C’s.  Hence, curry powder and all other forms of Capsaicin are what make me the awesomest person in the world!!!

On a totally other subject, I have found a form of Country music that isn’t bad to listen to.  I know that it sounds crazy but I’m serious.  The musician/comedian is named Tim Wilson, he’s a bigger redneck than Larry the Cable Guy and curses more than any other comedian I’ve ever heard. Of course some of his stuff is dumb, but that happens no matter what comedian you choose to listen to.  Also, his stuff isn’t as funny if you have no idea who he’s talking about.

I’ve started learning how to ride a skateboard, which is harder then you would think.  But when you figure out how to get your balance on a moving object (i.e. the skateboard) it becomes easier.  I’m not planning on learning any tricks; just being able to ride the stupid thing from one end of the street to the other would be nice.

World of Warcraft is too addicting. With little snippets of time every now and then I’ve managed to get my Paladin up to lvl 56.75.

Midterms were ok except for Philosophy.  I somehow managed to forget to study part of the material that was on the midterm and the stuff I did study didn’t help as much as it should of. 

Well the newest thing in Matt world is that the mole I had taken off came back from the lab and is benign (name this quote: “benign, benign and a half” haha).  Which is somewhat of a relief knowing that I don’t have cancer or anything. But since melanomas run in the family I now have to have yearly dermatologist visits so that he can check to make sure nothing looks like it could be hazardous.  On a side comment of this, I removed my own stitches after a week and a half of having them in.  Its not that bad removing stitches surprisingly. 

Also, my car had to go in to Lou Fusz to have its fuel pump replaced, which isn’t that bad because its still under warranty. Which is nice because we didn’t have to pay for anything including the 2007 Outback I got to drive as our rental car.  Which was nice because it was the LX Sport edition which heated seats and all sorts of awesomeness.

In other news (as much as I hate admitting it) I’ve started playing W.O.W. again. (World of Warcraft). This is only because since I only have an hour or two a day of free time its nice to get online and play with my friends and socialize. Yes that’s right, I have friends outside of Evan and Skippy.  And its not gay to play W.O.W. because in the guild I’m in there are actual women (and in the case of 2 of the 10 they are most definitely fuckable).

How do I know this you ask? Well my guild has its own website. So nah  ( Also Evan, no one cares about your opinion since I know you wont believe the above comment)

To begin, the reason I am using Xanga to talk to everyone is because I am busy and can’t hang out, talk, or socialize in anyway due to the work load that I have.  I have about 15 hours of reading a week (assuming that I’m in a good reading mood and can read/skim fast) not to mention a couple papers a week, and any other homework that my teachers choose to heap on.  The result is in me spending the INTIRE weekend doing homework and having maybe an hour or two to myself. This combined with my family needing me to do things and the matters of my car and there is no time left for anything else.  I will start with my car.

For those who haven’t heard my car was stolen over winter break.  It was the Friday before New Year’s and my mom had it at the time.  She and my Dad took it when they went out with some out of town friends to dinner.  After dinner my mom was suppose to bring my car back and take her van when she was going to go out dancing with one of her friends (as strange as this sounds, its not that strange. I think my mom is having some sort of mid-life crisis and wants to re-connect with her younger days when she would hang out with friends and do who knows what.)  After my mom and her friend where done they noticed that my mom’s purse was empty and that the car was gone. 

While this was going on I was at home having trouble sleeping because I was sick (despite what Even thinks, I only get sick about 2 or 3 times a year. But who really cares what Even thinks because he’s a smeg head.) Eventually my dad got home (one of my parents friends dropped him off) and we watched some TV and at about 1:00-1:30 we got a call from my moms friends husband (for the sake of the story his name will be Roger and his wife’s name will be Brenda) telling us that our car was stolen off the parking lot of the place my mom and Brenda were.   So at about 3:30-4:00 my Mom was dropped off at our house by a friend and she was in tears and sad because the car was stolen, correction MY car was stolen (the car she wasn’t suppose to have in the first place.) But that wasn’t the only thing that was stolen; my dad’s brief case was in the car at the time which contained a $3000 dollar laptop, a $300 palm pilot, and a whole lot of other work stuff (CD with information, an external hard drive with program stuff and other things that come to a total of about $500.) My Mom also had stuff in the car that was stolen.  She had a Necklace that was worth $3500 (it was a Navajo Squash Blossom Necklace [whatever the fuck that is] that was like 75 years old or something), a diamond and platinum engagement ring, and all the contents of her purse that she left under the front seat of My car that she didn’t want to take in with her (thinks like her prescription reading glasses, license, etc. totaling about $300 [I don’t understand why women carry all sorts of shit in their purses!!]) 

Later, my mom started to get in contact with the Jefferson county police department (oh yes, she was in Jeff County when this happened) to talk about how to go on with this and all and after about a week and a half they found my car in Champagne IL (which is 500 miles one way from here) in the middle of a farmers field.  So My mom went up to Champagne with a to truck to get My car and bring it back to the place where we take all of our cars to get repaired (he’s a real cool guy and we have been taking our cars to him since I was born. he made some “adjustments” to my car while he was repairing it but I’ll get to that later)   When my mom picked up My car from the police impound there was a whole bunch of stuff in the car, Most of which wasn’t ours (by this I mean just over $1000 of car stereo equipment, 9mm bullets, clothing,  some of the stuff that was ours [none of the valuables] and the most interesting was supplies for making Meth.) When my mom picked up the car the Champagne police officers at the impound said that everything in the car was ours and that they didn’t want any of it (of course it goes without saying that they kept the Meth supplies.) So for a while I had stereo equipment living in my room until my mom got a call from the guy who fixes our cars telling her that he had found a cell phone and a list of names and numbers while he was cleaning out the car and apparently he started calling the people on the list threating them and telling them “he wanted his stuff back and that he would start killing or injuring them one by one until he got it ALL back” (the truly funny thing is that one of the guys he called gave him the name of the guy who stole the car in the first place, Jonny, and he told him everything he needed to know about Jonny. Which included his moms name/address, his grandmother bar and grill, his borthers/sisters names and numbers, etc.)  Now the truly nice thing about Rob, that’s the guy who repairs the cars, is that he wouldn’t hurt a fly unless he was bored and had nothing to do, which is why he started calling people on that list he found….boredom.  Anyways, my mom then called the Jeff County police officer to give him the info about Jonny and found out that they had just arrested Jonny a day or two earlier for stealing a different car and getting involved in a police car chase.

A little while later the Jeff County Police officer came to our house to get everything that was in the car when my mom got it from Champagne (including the stereo equipment L) and currently we’re waiting to find out the court date so we can go and sit and hear his conviction.  Unfortunatly since Jonny is a poor SOB we really cant sue him because he has no money for us to get and it really isn’t worth suing him and then having to wait like 20 years for him to get out of prison and then start paying us. But its nice to take solace in the knowledge that Jonny will get butt raped in prison.  (yes his name is spelled Jonny. That’s how hood rats spell stuff.)

The “adjustments” that Rob made to my car is that there are now door edge guards, a better paint job, and I don’t know but for some reason my car seems to have more umph than it did before. I say this because when I put the peddle down (not to the floor just enough for it to accelerate moderately fast) I can feel myself being pushed into my seat a little. I don’t remember that happening before. It might just be the fact that I had to drive a shitty car while my car was getting repaired. Or maybe its that my engine had stuff clogging its “arteries” and having it taken in to have a complete clean up has given it the Horses that it should, Whatever it is…I like it.

In other news, I had to go to a dermatologist and have a mole taken off because it had changed shaped from a small circle to a large triangle. Which apparently is a sign that it could turn into a melanoma or something worse. The cool part is that when they took it off, they injected the area with this stuff that numbed that section of my arm and I mean completely numb. Not like when the dentist numbs your gums but you can still kinda feel whats going on in you mouth. Anyways, he then took what looked like a small cookie cutter and cut a big chunk out of my arm. It was really deep; I could see the layer of fat that lies below layer of skin. I think it was cool because how often do you get to see what your insides look like.

Until I think of more, that’s it….