I know who I want to take me home

Time?

It's a clear sunny day. It's spring, and almost summer. We're all back in the 2rd grade. We're too busy running from cooties, and playing red rover, to notice that this was the good time in life. We have friends, no one cares who you are. It's just fun. no worries. Your heading in for the end of recess. Then it happens. You blink. You just turned 16, you can drive, your growing up, and its getting closer... school is going to end... but not too soon, you still have a while, and you dread it, then it happens again. you blink. 2 years have passed. Here we are, on the edge of our seats, anticipation of only 2 more years swelling up inside of us to where we can barely take it. We forget whats happening, we dont care, we just want it to be over. we havent spent 10 years going on 11 years in school, to be held back now, no. this is OUR time, we are going to be free soon. and we are ready to grasp it at the first glimpse. Our friends come and go, but we still dont care. we are so close. We Dont even notice it, but we're going to lose so much. Then you blink. Your a senior, no.. its your graduation day! you finally made it, you cant believe it! your finally going to be free of the blonds that have chained you for what seemed an eternity. They call your name to go on stage, your walking across the stage, you shake the principals hand, and snatch your diploma with a delight that sends chills through your spine... your sitting in the audience... watching the other people walk across the stage... then suddenly it hits you. Your friends, you yourself... all your childhood fantasies... and good times... are all going to go away. Your going to be... "Grown up" you and your friends are going to scatter, and only talk to each other when you mistakenly come across their name in the phone book, by such chance, you cant even believe its them. Your still in your seat in the audience.. and you realize what all these people mean to you... and what you could have never accomplished without them. and what you still want to. You dont want to leave them... but you have to go to college, you have to leave. But its not the end you hope. because you said you'd be friends forever... right? I'd just like to thank all of my friends for being there, when they knew it, and especially when they didnt know it, you people mean more to me thank anyone will ever even begin to grasp. Thanks.

posted by Matt @ 11:08 PM 3 comments

Friday the 13th... OoOoo Scarwee

Firday, I went to see Aliens Versus Predator with Jake, Brady, Brandon, and Dan. If you've seen the 4 alien movies, and the 2 predator movies, you'll understand it, and part of it will actually be funny. I was laughing my ass off. I think Dan only laughed because me Brady, Brandon and I think Jake was laughing... He didn't seem too impressed like you would be if you actually were laughing like that, but whatever floats yer boat. After that We hung out at bradys for a little bit. We jumped around on that trampoline, and started a fire... Of sorts.. We burned our school ideas. A bit ceremonially if you ask me, but it was cool. Brady, Jake and Myself went to jake's place afterwards, we ate pudding. good stuff. i felt zoned out and i had no clue why. everything felt distant. but i snapped out of it, and we watched TV for a bit. we went outside, walked around in the woods, ran through someones yard. walked down the road. ( all in the dark, with flashlights) a cat followed us, but we lost it. we got back, and started a fire. and the cat came back. we tried to go to sleep. but after we turned off the lights. it just got odd. i kept scaring jake. so many times. we were throwing stuff at each other... i was army crawling everywhere. sometime after that, we went back outside. started another fire. went back in... i started to scare jake again.. but soon gave up cause it was old. But it was great. in the morning, i woke up, and was half laying on a table thing...brady put it on me trying to get me to stop snoring. i tell people to kick me... but nooo! no one listens.. hahah. me and brady ate some cereal... then we had to get bradys contacts... and i needed to go home... so brady drove. yes. with no contacts. it was fun. .....................that about sums it up.

posted by Matt @ 12:39 AM 1 comments

Stereo Types

What are stereotypes? Why do we have stereotypes? What gives people the right to label others?
Stereotypes are what people label others when they're afraid, scared, or some dumbass thinks it would be cool to be exactly like someone else. People get scared. Face it. They see a group of junkies on the street, in plaid, black leather and colored hair and think "oh my god, are those punks?! RUN! they'll turn you into anarchists!" what gives people the right to say who i am? what i am? How the HELL does anyone know who i am? Someone see's some well dressed kids, with a short hair cut, and a fleece sweater and its automatically "oh god, here comes some more preps". for all you know the kid in sweater could be listen to heavy metal, and go to raves. Just because someone saw a group of people who look different, act different or speak different, told people that they can lebel them, when they may be excaxtly like them. People label you before they even know you. That so called punk may listen to nelly, and play golf. And what gives people the right to say what a punk, or a prep is? or a scrub? grung? goth? its not their choice. just because you wear black, or you think anarchy is cool, or you wear khakis, or even if you dye you hair. people are labeling you. When its not even true. Why have labels? no one is exactly the same. Woohoo, people say im punk because i dont give a shit about what people think of me, or because im a smartass. well guess what. IM NOT. I'm ME... i'm not anyone else, im not a punk, im not a prep. I'm whatever the hell i want to be. There is no such thing as a punk, or a prep... because no one is the same. There are people are their lackies. No-one, has the right to say what anyone is, but themselves.

posted by Matt @ 4:59 PM 3 comments