I was going to forgo the NYU application all together, and it has been dormant for a few months, but I got a letter in the mail from them saying "We just found out from the dean, if you are applying as a transfer to the film school, you have to start in the summer."

1. I'm applying again. Thanks, NYU for the energizing letter.

2. I could be in NYC as early as May!!!

WOOT! Freaking awesome! Or, I don't get in, and I go about my way. Either way is okay for me right now. Oh, and I still want feedback on the tree picture; this is life or death people.

Hey, I seriously don't know about this one. Portfolio-worthy? Yay or nay? Be real. Tell me if it sucks.

Jen gave these flowers to me. Thanks Jen.

I turned in my first paper late, and after the deduction, I still got an A!

WOO HOOOOOO!

I have about an A- average right now in that class...

Korea, desho?

I entered the guitar picture in a contest at dpchallenge.com a few days ago, the second picture I've ever entered. The first picture was crap, but this one is better. So I get this email saying they think it's not my own work and want me to submit the picture directly from the digital camera so they won't disqualify me.

Then I remembered that I don't really care and that they can all read this if/when they come to my site. Retards... i mean... Regards, Matt.

Well, not that I could have lasted very long on Atkins (I pigged out at Cici's Pizza last night), but I didn't know Dr. Atkins died of heart disease while about 75 pounds overweight.

Knowing that now, it's amazing that so many restaurants and companies in the food industry are now supporting this rediculous diet. I seriously think that many people on the diet really know of the risks and just want to lose the wait as soon as possible just because they want to look better. I guess for them the large risk of heart disease isn't enough to turn them away.

We are so weird.

My voyage with Atkins has begun.

And will be ending soon. I just payed 6 bucks for some nasty Atkins cereal to find out that I can't even drink milk.

What the crap!

So Alexis, I hope you don't mind that you're my new banner... I think that's such a great picture though.

One of ten portfolio pieces:



What do you think?

I know I should be writing my paper, but this is too funny. I'm on this website called I Used to Believe and came across this entry:

"one time (about 6ish) i called my brother a bastard. my father overheard, smacked me and said do you know what that word means? no. It's someone who doesn't have a proper daddy. So i thought that a bastard was half-human, half monster."

HA! Funny stuff! Now on to the paper.

Mary Rowlandson, a Puritan writer was captured by the "savage" Indians and was basically held hostage by them for a period of time. After a while, she kind of got used to it, and I just thought this passage was funny. She was keepind chronicals of what happened during each "remove."

"Being very hungry, I had quickly eat up [my horses feet]; but the child could not bite it, it was so tough and sinewy, but lay sucking, gnawing, chewing, and slobbering it in the mouth and hand; then I took it of the child, and eat it myself; and savoury it was to my taste."

Lol.

If I could bottle whatever substance it takes to be inspired, I would probably be a rich man. But what I know is that God has poured it into my heart right now, and I'm inspired to greatness for the time being. So, I'm going somewhere else to draw.

Finally. A drawing inspiration. And with six short weeks before I send off my application, it's not a moment too soon.

An entry from here.


"I went to the supermarket before church to pick up some stuff. As I was leaving, the checkout person said, "Have a nice Superbowl!"

Whaa?

I usually keep up with the latest trends and developments. I must of missed a memo or something. I mean, when you drop the definite article, you're talking MAJOR holiday.

I can hear the conversation around the water cooler tomorrow.

"Hi Shirley, how was your Superbowl?"

"Wonderful, Jack. We had the best Superbowl ever."

Oh well, at least we won't have to worry about the fanatical Christians bitching and moaning because "they've taken the Christ out of Superbowl. "

Jesus is not the reason for this season."

HA! By the way, he's a Christian himself.

Dashboard Confessional is awesome.

"Well, so what if your friends think I'm crazy
I wasn't trying to impress those girls anyway
They're all theory, no action
And where I come from we live like it's the latest attraction"

I'd like to announce my discovery of Philip's website. Good stuff. What a guy.

From 37,000 feet above land:

"I've been sitting here for three hours, static, thankfully alone, and eagerly chasing the sun that flies west perpetually to its horizon. This hopeless chase is proving futile but is making the longest, most beautiful sunset I've ever seen. The sky is the deepest blue, almost frighteningly so; as dark as the Pacific.

From here I can see the outer window where ice crystals are simultaneously forming and melting like tiny prismatic needles dividing the light into every color across my face. It is amazing how they look so firelike, almost as embers, but the light I see through these embers is only a magnification of the red sun as it slowly and subtly fades.

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'Use el cojin de su asiento para flotacion. Use the seat cushion for flotation.'

Has anyone actually been able to do this? Ok, even if I were to live through a crash into the Gulf of Mexico, would this little seat keep me afloat for that long? And wouldn't it be difficult for the rescuers to find one person clinging to a small, square butt-pad in the middle of the gulf? Hopefully others would live. Then we could unite. Team up. Form a coalition. Or maybe that's just enticing the sharks.

That's probably what the sharks want us to do, group together. Yeah, I bet this little 'use el cojin de su asiento,' nonsense is being funded by the 'Feed the Sharks Organization.' And I bet it's based in Canada.

It's always the Canadians.

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The sun is long gone, the first star is out, and the synthetic light above me is now my only way of reading. The shadow it casts is invasive; I much prefer the sunlight. The sky is still blue, but darker, almost as if we have been poignantly piercing it more and more deeply since the sun's exit from this scene. I am beset by the fright of this overwhelming sky that continues to fall on the fading horizon, and I would wish this for no one.

I am not jealous of this lonely sky, not of its beauty and especially not of its clarity; I have come to appreciate the clouds."

-Matt Priestley