O-M-G!!! I
moocowinthecity Subject: O-M-G!!! I ❤ MY ADVISOR!!!
Date: Thursday 10/24/02 5:05:00 PM
Music: I’m a lumberjack and thats okay…
I ❤ MY ADVISOR
open pasture
Week in review…
Subject: Week in review…
Date: Sunday 10/13/02 7:30:00 PM
Music: Live Your Dreams-Save The Last Dance
1 – I stopped spazzing out and worrying that I was going to fail out of college, roll down a hil, bump into a camel and then subsequently fall off of a cliff. I have more than enough to geti nto the Photography program, ’nuff said.
2 – Girls were dealing, and I kid you not, suppositories, in the lounge today, somehow, I just *DON’T* want to know.
3 – I’ve been up for over 24hrs.
Anyways, almost time for me to nodd off so I can wakeup early and do some more homework, I still havent done laundry, but I have slacks underwear and a sweater to hold me over tomorrow.
Hugs,
Love Y’all
~ Matan
My Week…
Subject: My Week…
Date: Friday 10/4/02 9:14:00 PM
Mood: empowered
Music: Black Velvet-Nikki McKibbin-American Idol August 27, 2002
Wow, finally Friday, not that I’m not enjoying school, but the weekends are a time when I can just sit back and relax and just recharge.
Anyways, today went pretty smoothly. I had Mythology at 2pm (no, we still haven’t gotten our grades back, but our grader says that we *may* get them Monday), Health and Human Services went fine, I’m going to do studying for that class this weekend as well. We talked about alcohol and it’s medicinal purposes and the debate that surrounds them. I believe the majority of the class will be testing the medicinal hypothesis tonight, as it’s Friday…
This weekend I’ll be doing some of my own work as well, getting things up and ready, I have a phone conference with a client who wants some consulting work on Sunday, but that’s about it.
There’s a big surprise for our family, so check back here for more details…
Goodbye Mr. Swanson…
Well Mr. Swanson passed away today from a heart attack. I did some work with him for a while during the later part of my Junior year, he was the walking talking personification of eeyore, and he truly was a good man.
Good luck Mr. Swanson, and God’s speed, as you enter a new adventure.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
RIP
Mr. Swanson
10-3-2002
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
~ Matan
Wow, things are going VERY good!…
I’m REALLY excited about Health and Human Service, I got a 90% on a test that counts for 1/3 of my grade! What’s also cool is that if we attend class 100% of the time we get a 100% averaged into our grades, so right now I have two A’s towards my name.
Right now I’m on the free UB wireless internet, which is really neat, and I’m sitting in a fluffy chair at Starbucks. It’s funny, Starbucks tries to sell you wireless internet in their store when you can get free internet in their store from the UB Network that covers campus.
I have class at 3:30 and it’s only 12PM now, so I’m probably going to get myself organized a bit more: go through my date book and make sure everything’s in order, and start planning for some upcoming projects like my research paper for English.
Peace
~ Matan
Friends Only
This journal is friends only from now on, sorry folks
Gaia
this quiz was made by The Autist Formerly Known As Tim
Anyways, I’m currently getting ready to go downstairs and do laundry and homework, I just have to burn a music CD first.
I’ll be back on later,
Peace.
Matan
Almost time to go to class…
Wow, yesterday I got my English paper back, I got and A (woot!).
Now to today…
Well, I missed psych this morning, I was so tired and wasn’t feeling well, so I’ll just have to go over this chapter extra hard and meet with one of the TA’s and do a one-on-one session to make up for it.
I have my World Civ. Recitation class at 3:30, which should be interesting. It’s our first practice quiz and we have our papers due. My paper’s on how Gilgamesh effects society and our lives, which was tough, because we were limited to 2 1/2 pages. Regardless, I’ll see how I do and then create my game plan from there.
I have a few quizzes this week, so I’ll be studying for the majority of the week.
Anyways, time for me to study a little before class, and then head over to The Spine for class.
TTYL,
~ Matan
Secret Stranger…
Living my life down by the dock, a secret stranger, hiding from the eyes of the ranger – dingy bars are my safe hold, staying away from all the rest, always heading downwind, I can’t hide – I can never rest. I knew the rules when I took the job, didn’t know it would be so hard, didn’t know it would last so long.
I have no name, I am no one and I am everyone, Walking away from the wind – away from my old life I turned into an ally and with a swish of my coat I was gone, now I’m just another Doe, just another John.
Nothing more heard from me, never a sound, you’ll be lucky if you can catch me in the corner of your eye by the time you turn around, you’ll think to yourself it was just your imagination – a random noise, a random sound, but you’ll see a rose and wonder. I’ll keep an eye out for you, but you can never see me again.
Moving from town to town, always on the run, I have a lookout, I can’t count on her as a friend, for it’s you watch my back, I watch yours – until a better deal I can procure, that is my blessing, that is my curse, I have only one friend in this universe – I can feel the holster of my colt, knowing that it’s the only thing that wont turn on me.
I go for women, I go for men – I’ll do whatever i can, I’ll do anything so long as my goal, my mission, is achieved, I need information with haste, I’m always hiding, I have precious little time to waste.
We can’t go to hospitals, we can’t go to shrinks, we’re lucky if we get a swig of whisky, and a clean bullet to bite between our teeth. We do our own surgery using a blade from our knife, and some string and a massive amount of heat – comfort is a luxury that none of us can afford.
Such is the life of the stranger, spy, hitman, lone gunman, doctor, priest, lover, father – I wear many hats – everytime I turn around I’m someone different, I don’t own an identity for long.
Always asleep with one eye open, one eye shut, gun under my pillow, knife strapped to my leg – friends can be close, enemies are always closer; to few fail to heed the advice given and follow the rules – it’s they we say presente for, because we know they’re through. Most likely they’re in the morgue, listed as “Doe, John.”
Walking in the rain, I drop my jacket and begin to run, down the ally, through the muck, heading for my next job, with very little luck. Hoping, praying that this one will be the last, I feel like sisyphus pushing a boulder up a hill, I’m never through, never done, i can never sleep at night without having the feeling that I may be caught out. One day I’ll keep running and I’ll never stop, but today is not that day, and tomorrow isn’t looking good either.
Sweet, sweet misery.
Secret Stranger
Living my life down by the dock, a secret stranger, hiding from the eyes of the ranger – dingy bars are my safe hold, staying away from all the rest, always heading downwind, I can’t hide – I can never rest. I knew the rules when I took the job, didn’t know it would be so hard, didn’t know it would last so long.
I have no name, I am no one and I am everyone, Walking away from the wind – away from my old life I turned into an ally and with a swish of my coat I was gone, now I’m just another Doe, just another John.
Nothing more heard from me, never a sound, you’ll be lucky if you can catch me in the corner of your eye by the time you turn around, you’ll think to yourself it was just your imagination – a random noise, a random sound, but you’ll see a rose and wonder. I’ll keep an eye out for you, but you can never see me again.
Moving from town to town, always on the run, I have a lookout, I can’t count on her as a friend, for it’s you watch my back, I watch yours – until a better deal I can procure, that is my blessing, that is my curse, I have only one friend in this universe – I can feel the holster of my colt, knowing that it’s the only thing that wont turn on me.
I go for women, I go for men – I’ll do whatever i can, I’ll do anything so long as my goal, my mission, is achieved, I need information with haste, I’m always hiding, I have precious little time to waste.
We can’t go to hospitals, we can’t go to shrinks, we’re lucky if we get a swig of whisky, and a clean bullet to bite between our teeth. We do our own surgery using a blade from our knife, and some string and a massive amount of heat – comfort is a luxury that none of us can afford.
Such is the life of the stranger, spy, hitman, lone gunman, doctor, priest, lover, father – I wear many hats – everytime I turn around I’m someone different, I don’t own an identity for long.
Always asleep with one eye open, one eye shut, gun under my pillow, knife strapped to my leg – friends can be close, enemies are always closer; to few fail to heed the advice given and follow the rules – it’s they we say presente for, because we know they’re through. Most likely they’re in the morgue, listed as “Doe, John.”
Walking in the rain, I drop my jacket and begin to run, down the ally, through the muck, heading for my next job, with very little luck. Hoping, praying that this one will be the last, I feel like sisyphus pushing a boulder up a hill, I’m never through, never done, i can never sleep at night without having the feeling that I may be caught out. One day I’ll keep running and I’ll never stop, but today is not that day, and tomorrow isn’t looking good either.
Sweet, sweet misery.