9/27-10/1 #2

I really haven’t visited any place of interest lately, which is a problem because I have to write a blog about it. You can see where this would be an issue, no? So what can I write about, short of rambling to fill the two hundred twenty five word minimum? (for the record, I only wrote out that number, two hundred twenty five, to contribute to the word count. If you can’t tell, the sentence I am writing right now is just filler as well). But anyways, since I have no place to write about, I’m going to discuss my house. My house (or mi casa for our friends south of the border) is one cool place to live. It’s a two and a half bath, five bedroom home. The cool thing about that is that most of the rooms are unoccupied due to my older siblings going to college or moving out. This plays into my favor, because it means I don’t have to share it!(I’m very possessive when it comes to MY house). The very best part of my house would have to be my basement. It’s very comfortable and decked out with all of the necessary amenities for teenage living. These include satellite T.V., air hockey table, DVD player, Xbox 360, dart board, couches, and food. It’s the perfect place to kick it with your homies and jam out for the evening. The only thing missing is a bowling alley.

9/27-10/1 #1

My interview with His Excellency Zach Rogers

Me:  Zach, what sort of things do you enjoy doing with you free time?

Zach:  Magnets.

Me:  Like, what do you do with magnets?

Zach:  no, no, just magnets. I am also employed at Carbone’s pizzeria where I spend my time slingin’ dough

Me:  well that’s sure fun. What type of music do you enjoy?

Zach:  I mostly like hip hop and reggae.

Matt:  Any specific artists?

Zach:  Yeah I like The Dirty Heads and Lil Wayne, but my favorite would have to be Kid Cudi.

Matt:  Nice! Do you watch any movies

Zach:  Yeah I mostly watch comedies. I like anything with Seth Rogan. I like Step Brothers, Pineapple Express, and Superbad.

Matt:  Do you do any sports?

Zach: PARTY!!!!!!!

Matt:  Well thanks, but that doesn’t answer my question.

Zach: Oh sorry. No I don’t but I love lacrosse. My favorite team is the bandits

Matt: Care to tell me about your family?

Zach: Well, I actually don’t have a family besides my brother Jake. You see we grew up in Colorado. At a young age we jumped on a train and made it all the way to buffalo. Now here we are.

9/20-9/24#3-past

Ah, the past. What a different place it would be if we could all go back in time and fix our past mistakes. Honestly, I really don’t know if that would make the world a better place though. I think the key to living is being able to learn from your past. I can think of quite a few times that I learned from mistakes in my past, too many to count as a matter of fact. But one in particular comes to mind. One day as a young lad of perhaps seven or eight, I was walking through the city of buffalo. Now earlier in the day, my parents had given me about five dollars to spend, as we were on our way to do a bit of shopping. At one corner, we passed a rather rough looking man. He held a sign on his lap, and I was tempted to read it. On the sign, the man had written “Spare change please.” Now as a young (not to mention naïve) kid, I felt bad for the man. I reached into my pocket and handed the man the majority of my money. He thanked me and I felt great for doing it. My family and I continued on to our destination, where I saw a shirt I really liked. Problem was, I gave most of my money to the homeless man and could no longer afford it. On our way back to our vehicle we passed the man again, and again he asked us for spare change. It was then that I learned a very important lesson: never trust a bum. I proceeded to kick the man in the face and shouted “Get a job loser!” he tried to get up but I pounced on him, landing a few punches. As I got up to walk away I shouted at him again. “You better not get up if you want to keep your teeth!” Oh boy am I glad I learned such a valuable lesson that day!

9/20-9/24 present

I will be the very first person to tell you I love my life. Why, you may ask? Truth be told, I have no idea! My athletic skill is limited for sure, my money situation is far from ideal, my school talent is mediocre at best, and as for that whole girlfriend situation, well let’s just avoids that subject. So clearly there's not much to love, right? Now there's where you're wrong. My soul reason for my love of life would have to be my friends. It's a truly comforting feeling knowing that there are other people I can talk to that share similar interests and thoughts with me. The highlight of my day is usually Meeting up with my homies in between classes to discuss the latest news and events in our lives. We don’t gossip, but rather share our personal thoughts on whatever may be on our mind. This can range from football (usually the subject on Monday morning) to bands and music. These discussions can turn into some rather heated debates, but in the end we usually agree to disagree. After all, isn’t that what good friends are supposed to do? But my favorite thing about friends is our weekend meetings. On a nearly weekly basis, myself and my friends Ryan and Zach meet up to do nothing in particular, but we usually end up doing something spectacular such as playing poker, or entering a bowling tournament(this can turn into quite a groovy affair). Ok, so in reality my life is pretty standard, but it’s loaded with a ton of great people who make it all worth while.

Future

The future, for me, is somewhat uncertain at this time. I think I'm heading down the right path, because nothing has told me I was wrong yet. One would think that if I was headed in the dead wrong direction I would know already. As for where I'm headed, I have no clue. I hope to go to college and get a lucrative career. I have no intention of being a bum, but I'm willing to ride the wave where it takes me. If I decide to abandon my college plans, I do have a backup. I think my best option would be to jump on a passing train at midnight and go for the ride. I could embark on an odyssey where I overcome diversity and learn more about myself then I ever knew before. I could live out the rest of my life as a train-hopper, meeting new people and trying tons of new things. Think, where would you be if you chose this path? You'd probably be some awesome local hero with tons of cool stories to tell your grandkids. Problem is, to have grandkids, you would have to get married, and there seems to be a shortage of female train-hoppers. Despite this minor issue, you have to admit, it would still be pretty awesome! Or you could take the safe path and get a good education. Then you could get a job conducting a train and spend your day fantasizing about how sweet your life would be if you would have just gotten on that train that night your senior year.

9/13-9/17 #3



Here we have, simply enough, five separate roses, or so it would appear. I'm quite positive that behind this image is a very symbolic rationale. Doesn't that always seem to be the way of things? It can never just be a picture of something. There always has to be a deeper, artsy meaning. If you ask me (not that you did) this picture is pretty straight forward. There are four vertical flowers and one horizontal flower. The vase seems to be disappearing with each vertical flower. Simple, right? But some may interpret this in a different manner, like a statement on class struggle or symbolism on life passing to death. Don't ask me how this is. Maybe I'm under-analyzing, or maybe the others are over-analyzing. Despite this, it's really not up to me to decide, but to whoever may be viewing this image to interpret it in their own way.

9/13-9/17 #2

This image is particularly interesting. For starters, it would appear as though this young lad has stolen his outfit from the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. One may question where he came across the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, as he was blown up at the end of Ghostbusters. I'm afraid this is a mystery that will go unsolved. Despite this, there seems to be several other elements that are out of place. For instance, there are two beach balls, but only one is being played with. this raises the question; What is wrong with the other beach ball? Is it an outcast? Is it incapable of playing? Or is it just a USC fan so distraught that it refuses to express joy of any sort? Once again, I'm afraid this mystery will remain just that: a mystery. Perhaps the two-dimensional trees have the answer, but we will never find this out because trees are incapable of talking.

9/13-9/17 #1

 There is clearly a lot going on in this particular image. I wish to share my personal analysis of what is happening here. This man clearly opened his pantry door, accidentally discovering, and entering a new dimension. Now, you may think that this story will go the way of Narnia, but luckily I'm a bit more creative than that. The dimension this man slipped into happened to be set in the year 20010 which, ironically, reverts back to the 1970's. The only way the man could describe the zone he had entered was both groovy and mysterious. The first person he encountered was a U.S.C. student named Nate, who invited him to partake in a bowling tournament. The man had nothing better to do, so he accepted the invitation. It was during this bowling tournament that the band Phish made an appearance and played a full set list. The man realized that he had no desire to return home, and decided to live in this parallel dimension forever. It is because of the aforementioned events that I would entitle this image TheGroovyMysteriousBowlingTournament20010withPhish.