I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you....

I'm currently sitting in my POSC-315 class right now. That's Public Policy Making if you're really interested. I've been sick the last week... sick enough to actually call in sick to work on Monday. Catherine brought me tea and crackers and orange juice, but my immune system had other plans. While I'm feeling better, I'm still not feeling well.

Next week I'm heading to Hollywood twice. Tuesday I'm attending the Jimmy Kimmell show, to see the Alkaline Trio perform. I'm sure they're playing Help Me, but wouldn't that be awesome to see them bust out like Radio or Warbrain, or even Armageddon. Sigh. On Sunday I'm also seeing the Trio, with Rise Against, Thrice and the amazing Gaslight Anthem. I'm real stoked. I've waited long enough to see the Gaslight Anthem...

My brother came into my room two nights ago and said to me "I think someone is messing with your car." Being confused and not knowing what the hell he was talking about, i asked him what exactly he meant. He responded by saying "someone put a 'No on 8' sticker on your car." I informed him that it was I who did, and he shuddered, called me a fag, and left. Inside I died a bit. It's sad to know that in 2008 there is still so much hate.

We're talking about the national debt right now, which sits at $10.3 trillion, or $34,000 dollars. If I were in debt $34,000, I would just hangmyself, probably.

The teacher keeps lookin at me... I gotta go.

Are you ready for some (fantasy) football?

After two weeks of bullshit losses (one by one point to Scott Oliverio, and another because I forgot to set my line up and had Randy Moss on the bench) my fantasy team is back up to .500. Even more impressive, they took down Jason's team, the number one team in the league. It took a huge effort from Drew Brees (my fantasy MVP,) Thomas Jones and Marvin Harrison, but I took a 109-102 win from a team averaging just about 130 points a game. I'm also just one game out of first now. Sigh, if only my underachieving wide receiver crew (Santonio Holmes, Randy Moss, Marvin Harrison and Issac Bruce) could step up and do something.

It's times like these that I feel I have no social life what-so-ever.

So for my journalism class (forgive me, I'm bad with "class number" or "official titles" so it's just my journalism class for now) I had to attend a Fullerton city function, which is all well and good but I don't live in Fullerton. So I took Catherine and headed off to a Parks and Recreation Commission council meeting. Let me tell you, it was about as fun and exciting as it sounded. Hearing people discuss naming rights on some building at some community center I'm not familiar with or the size of plaques on memorial tree's I didn't know existed made me wonder "is this where my tax dollars are going?" Then I realized that I don't live in Fullerton, nor do I have (serious) political aspirations, and I let it go. Plus, I was freezing cold and wasn't in the mood to bitch, like I am now.

I think I'm getting sick. It sucks. I hate getting sick, because I won't go to the doctors unless I absolutely have to, and I'm extremely forgetful when it comes to taking medication regularly. So I suffer until my entire body shuts down. Plus I work and go to school full time, and I hate calling in sick to work and usually that's not an option anyways. And they wonder why I ask if I can use my sick pay for vacation time. Catherine, in the meantime, is playing nurse, making me eat spicy foods, drink orange juice, and get lots of rest. Last night I took her advice and ordered a fajita from Chili's. I ate about a third of it before my stomach started acting up. The fajita is currently sitting in the back of my car, and the mentioning of food makes my stomach turn. But that's a completely different illness altogether. Ugh, I'm dying.

I'm not going to sit here and get preachy (despite the fact that I have the tendency to) but I do feel I need to say something here about Proposition 8. For those of you who don't know what it is, proposition 8 is trying to define marriage in the California state constitution as marriage between a man and a woman. I just don't understand this? Why is same-sex marriage so threatening to the American public? There are far worse things in this world than a same sex couple. How about the video games your children play. You fear they'll grow up "gay" if they see same-sex couples, but aren't afraid they'll turn into Dexter if they play Grand Theft Auto? Give me a break. And who are the government to tell us who we can and can't marry? Homophobia needs to stop people. Vote NO on proposition 8.



I need to get ready for school.

so sick, so sick of being tired, and oh-so-tired of being sick

I'm a mess. My stomach has acted up all day. I blame it on the Sobe Adrenaline I drank right before my Mass Media Ethics class. I'm sleep deprived. I spent six hours on the phone last night, which is something unheard of. I'm not complaining about the conversation, I'm complaining about the lack of sleep I've been getting. I'm stressed. I'm taking school much more serious than I have previously. I want out. I want to be done. I want to move on and get on with the next part of my life. I'm tired of my boring job. I'm tired of being expected to do more because I'm the only male under 30. I'm not happy that I'm not paid more than I am. I'm all for equality, but equality means just that. I'm not expecting women to do the jobs I do, but I do expect to be compensated the way I should be compensated. It won't happen. If it weren't for health benefits I'd probably quit. I'm tired of Randy Moss ruining my fantasy team. I know Tom Brady is out, but he needs to prove that it was him, and not Tom, that made last year's Patriots so dominant. Two fantasy points are not going to cut it. I'm sick of the same three song's I've been listening to the last three weeks. I'm sick of Sarah Palin's face.

Final Summation:
I'm sick of being sick. I'm tired of being tired. I'm sick of ranting. It gets me nowhere. It doesn't comfort me. It doesn't calm me. It infuriates me more. Ugh...

At least I have a couple things going for me.

it's so much less confusing when lines are drawn like that....

Another day where I come home and pass out. Chris woke me up. We're heading out tonight, not too sure where we're going. I'm not too worried about that.

I woke up today feeling like shit; tired; and with no real desire or motivation to get out of bed. But I had school, and a couple papers due so I dragged my lazy ass to the shower and sucked it up. It's strange, everyone's so afraid of drunk drivers but nobody seems to care that every morning a half-awake Matt drives 40 miles to school.The only reason I stay awake is because I play my music at extremely high volumes and chat away on my cell phone. I showed up for my first class today, Public Policy Making, and actually spoke in class. I think it caught the teacher off guard a bit. Normally I sit in the back of the back of the room, mind my own business and draw.

In between classes I noticed that in one of the quad area's there was a religious deomonstration. Some old man who looked a lot like Santa Claus was ranting and raving about how Jesus died for our sins, and everybody is guilty of sin and pornorgraphy and promiscuous sex is evil. I'm sure Jesus really cares whether or not I'm having sex with someone I'm emotionally involved with, and if I'm getting off watching women take their clothes off on my computer. He has nothing better to do with his time then to monitor such things. This is yet another reason why I distance myself from religion.

Again my stomach is hurting. I really don't know what's up. Maybe I am... nah.. couldn't be.

I should really take a shower...