I'm more grateful than ever that I learned how to type, because all the lights are off and I can't see the keyboard. No media today, so I'm just gonna try and type some thoughts. Today (well, I guess it was yesterday) I went "kayaking". Massive Fail. Before Logan and I got our canoe in the water, we see Tommy 10 feet ahead, his kayak wrapped around a tree because of the current, holding onto a tree, only his head sticking out of the swells. His kayak is still there, now the shape of a banana. Seth lost his too, so we just pull out the canoe and I said my new motto inside my head: "Fuck it." I'd find that handy later. Ken and Grant manage to get to the bank about a mile downstream. So in my trusty flip-flops, we begin the trek through the woods to retrieve them. After all the mud and rocks, I realized barefoot would be easier. So I'm climbing ledges and trekking the wilderness barefoot. I think I'm going to have poison ivy from the ankles down when I wake up. We finally make it out, and went home. Then I watched a bit of tv with Caitlynn later that night. "Signs" was on, and I realized that is a completely retarded movie. I hate it. Lately I've been doing a shit-ton of nothing. School sucks, and summer's not getting here soon enough. I'm getting pounded in terrible places with homework and tests. I finished my chorale in music theory though. It's called "A triumphant misunderstanding". I'm kind of proud of it. I just like looking at all the notes and symbols and subscripts under it. All the analyzation under it makes me feel like I learned some really cool shit. I hope I don't forget it all over the summer. In order of importance, these were my favorite classes: - Music Theory (music is really cool)
- Keyboarding I and II (all the down-time on MySpace is fun)
That's actually it. I hate everything else. Especially math. I'm bad at parentheses, so those are a pain to find in the dark. Once school is over, I'll need that job I was supposed to get a few months ago. Bob and Carl's doesn't seem to want to hire me, so I'm gonna move on. Maybe Neal will let me work at the florist place. He liked Ken. Ken said he wanted to molest him. If I'm gonna work there just for my hot bod, that's enough for me. I need the money. I want to burn down Dominoes. Those people holding $5 pizza signs makes me want to puke. That is the worst job I can imagine. Lowe's has electronic cashiers, so why Dominoes won't just put a fucking post in the ground to hold their signs is... can't find the word. It's a combination of worry, pity, nausea and anger. But then again, if standing in one place looking sad is your only asset, then go grab a sign. We all need jobs, no matter what they may be. But fuck Dominoes. I have to admit it's mostly personal. They made Greenway stop selling cheesy bread. They can't afford the competition. Greenway should make people hold signs. That'll really piss 'em off. Dominoes just needs to admit that their "ready to go" medium $5 pizzas are even worse than their regular ordered pizzas. They have to be just sitting there for a long time if they're "ready to go". Unless people are buying them as fast as they're making them, which is highly unlikely. And we've got a new pizza place: Big City Pizza. Tastes awful by the way. They brought a bunch of them in to our Student Council meeting. Greenfield is not a big city. We'd be barely on the map if it wasn't for all the fast food restaraunts. We gotta make sure no one starves in this town. I've spent too much time on food, but before I leave it, Fuck McDonald's too. Hiring every highschooler that applies isn't much help when you get to work 4 hours a week. Our McDonald's has been completely remodeled, and It looks nicer than most restaraunts that require you sit down for more than 5 minutes to inhale your food. But despite the classy seating, artful pictures and black and white stills of our cheerleaders, basketball players and school system, you're still eating a big mac and a couple apple pies. If you're eating out of bags and boxes, the restaraunt should reflect that. And I don't know whatever happened to Ronald McDonald. I hope he's okay. But once again, if that's where you choose to work, that's okay. I just couldn't do it. I don't mean in any way that I think I'm better than that. I just don't like the idea of the whole thing. Alright. No more rambling about food. But if you only remember one thing out of this, then fuck Dominoes. More than half of this was about fast-food. That's not good. But I need some sleep. I miss you xanga. You were my passion, but I've been treating you like an old flame. You still light my fire, baby. -Matt | 
