Bachelor for Life!

Well my buddies who came down for the weekend left earlier today, so it's back to business as usual around here.  Meaning I slept through the majority of the day, did a little bit of my homework, and surfed the internet.  The life of a bachelor with no ambition is truly great.

All in all, it was a pretty sweet weekend.  Like I said, a bunch of my high school followers cam down for the three day weekend, namely my bros Marcus, Jared, Tim, and my old roommate, Rob.  To commemorate the experience, we did what we did all throughout our years of public education; sat around, played copious amounts of videogames, and ate a lot of fast food.  It doesn't get better than that. (I'm a bachelor with no ambition, remember?)  However, the best part of my weekend happened after I kicked those mooching hobos right out of my house.  Someone got an eight dollar bag of Doritos and left them sitting under my bed.  Jackpot!!

In other news, I went and saw Megamind, the animated Will Ferrell movie, on Friday.  Let's get something straight.  I hate Will Ferrell.  I do not like very many of his movies.  I even thought Elf, which everybody else fell head over heels for, was mediocre at best.  But Megamind was great.  Mark and I have been planning to go see it ever since they announced that it would be shown in the student center movie theatre, and I'm glad we actually followed through.  It was funny, emotional, another adjective to describe it would be "perfect".  Definitely a good investment of zero dollars and zero cents (we managed to bum free tickets off of a couple of our friends).

Anyways, i'm off to play more videogames.  Talk to ya'll later!

Matty

Pictures of You, Pictures of Me

What the?! Two posts in the same number of days?!? Is that even possible? Why yes, yes it is.  And quite honestly, I don't appreciate your condescending attitude.  Sometimes a guy just want to blog, and you judging him isn't helpful.

So here's the deal, yo.  I decided I was going to challenge myself to see how many days in a row I could get on and post something; unfortunately, I did so knowing full well that I'm going into a three day weekend with my brohas and that I'm not going post these next couple days.  Whatevs.  The problem with this exercise is as follows: I'm freaking boring.  I mostly work, sleep and go to class. So most of my stories are like this: "I got up at 3:30. It sucked. The end."  Except, when I blog, I tend to embellish things, so it would sound a little like this: "I got up at 3:30. It really sucked. Definitely the end."  It's why I post as infrequently as I do. Interesting things only happen to me once every three weeks.

So in the meantime, I'll tell you about something that's less interesting, and more creepy.  For those of you without an intimate knowledge of my roommate's personal life (and why don't you?), Mark's computer background cycles through all of his pictures, bringing back fond memories.  Except for recently. Somehow, that function got turned off and the picture everyone sees everytime he opens his computer is this one:



And people doubt our roomie love...

 ... Well, if that isn't awkward, I don't know what is.

Additionally, I had one of the most embarassing experiences of my life today, no big deal.  I was chilling like a villain in the kitchen (best sentence I have ever written, btw. Incidental rhyming for the win!) with Mark when someone came and knocked on our door.  Now I'm about to tell you, my loyal viewership, something I don't tell very many people about myself. I really like opening the door. So immediately I jumped up and, this is the key part, called dibs on opening the door.  Now anybody with a soul would let me open the door at this point, amirite?  Not my roommate, Adam. He's all like "It's for me," or some other excuse thinking that it would override dibs, or something (Love ya, bro <3).  Oh no, he didn't. At this point I'm ready to rip the head off of [something that would complete this phrase and make me seem manly and angry].  I come bounding down the hall with the closing speed of the car the clipped Dale Earnhardt, Jr.* screaming threats up the yin yang.  Specifically, I will kill you... I will slaugh...  Halfway through the word "slaughter," Adam opens the door, and standing there is this lady I don't know with a petrified look on her face.  His aunt.  I land, seeing as I was legitimately bounding, pause, turn around and walk away like nothing happened.  Then I cried because of my own stupidity.

Anyways, the aforementioned mentioned brohas just arrived, peace out ladies and gents.
The Mattster

*This piece of topical humor brought to you by my time spent watching Sportscenter at work.

Romance and Bromance

Sometimes I wonder how I got to be so awful at updating this blog.  Then I realize that I knew the answer all along; I'm really freaking lazy.  However, due to my inherently self sacrificing nature, I will sit down on my lazy butt and type like a madman.  There've been some pretty crazy things going on around here.

First and foremost, I found out that there are people who read this thing who aren't A.) my family, or B.) my friends who feel obligated to because I put a link to their blog on mine! Also, they're girls!! Michelle and Jenna, I dedicate this post to you, mostly because I promised I'd do it two weeks ago, but suck.

Second and less important, I am now in a steady relationship.  Her name is Rebecca, we've really hit it off, and have plans to get married after I get back from my mission.  It's BYU, what'd you expect?  Here's the story...

I met Rebecca at the beginning of last semester, but we didn't really start talking until very recently.  Meaning three days ago.  When we met, it was during one of my family home evening activities, where we were devided into groups and asked to go do a scavenger hunt.  One of the tasks was to get the digits of a member of the opposite sex and (because of my ridiculously good looks and charming wit, no doubt) I was assigned the duty.  Fortunately, at this very instance, Rebecca stopped her car right next to me (probably because my inconsiderate group of freshman friends were blocking the road).  I seduced her, got her number, and went on my merry way.  At this point, so as to have proof that I had accomplished my given task, I saved the number in my phone as "Random Chick." Fast forward four months.  Now it's Valentine's Day, and because I'm so smooth with the ladies, I texted nine girls in my phone (and Mark) a Happy V Day.  One of these, just so happened to be Random Chick.  Next thing you know, she responds, we start talking, I fall in love, bada bing bada boom.  Classic Valentine's Day romance.  The only issue, and reason we're not married right now, is that she's in Mexico for study abroad this semester.  So ladies, remember, engaged ain't married.  If you've been wanting to make a move on me, get on it.

Other happenings, my roomie got his mission call.  Russia Moscow West, baby!  It's kind of annoying, because that was supposed to be my mission, but since he's pretty much a stud, I'll let it slide.  And speaking of his studliness, if any of my friends lacking a Y chromosome wanted to write him... it'd be a good investment, that's all I'm saying.  In a similar happenstance, I turned my papers in, so in a couple weeks, we'll find out where I'm going.  If any of those same friends wanted to write me... it'd probably be a better investment, because I'm really clingy, so I'd definitely write back. [In order to avoid any potential blackmail, I'm not actually that clingy. It was a joke people]

In other news, work sucks (I know). Getting up at three thirty in the morning leaves me tired for the rest of the day.  Crazy things happen when I get tired.  Mostly it's just me being stupid, or saying stupid things, which is more often the case.  In fact, I'm writing this post pre-nap, which means that I have released my inhibitions, felt the rain on my skin (because the weather here randomly decided to suck), and typed whatever popped into my mind.

You know what?  This is my blog. I can stop typing whenever I want to.  Peace out fools, I'm going to bed.
Matty B