Is it a camel or is it matt morin?
it's matt morin!!

A Penny for My Thoughts
So the phrase... a penny for your thoughts -- i think that phrase sucks. i mean, yeah, i guess most people's thoughts are at least worth a penny.. i mean who really is stupid enough where there own thoughts weren't worth a penny? i'll tell you who --me. if anybody ever thought to give me a penny for my thoughts they'd most definitely be a sucker... they could be just hoping i'll think of something brilliant or funny or intelligent -- maintaining their faith in me, but sadly, they are still suckers. it's one of those things you just shoudln't test out -- it's like a guy jumps off a bridge and SPLAT .. he's dead... you don't have to go jump off the bridge just to make sure you will go splat too -- you just know... from other people's mistakes. that's kind of like right now... other people have made the mistake of actually thinking that what i have to say might be worth our culture's smallest monetary amount, but i am here to tell you that it is not.. keep your money and stop reading these stupid entries. but anyway, if you're going to keep reading... here's my thought for today --- Do you ever wish you could see your own funeral? be alive for it and check it out? maybe that's morbid, probably, but wouldn't it be nice to see who actually shows up? who is sad and who is mad -- and maybe even who is glad? would people actually be glad? est posible my friend.. especially at MY funeral. i know that a kid gets to do that in some novel.. it's either huck finn or tom sawyer, or maybe it's neither (johanna will surely comment and let us all know tho -- thanks johanna) ... one of those American coming of age novels where he gets to see his own funeral -- it must be on other people's minds then... the yearning to see who actually cares... or would people come who didn't care and just come to say that they came? and how many people at your funeral are feeling that way and not actually wanting to be there?? and would thath make you mad? well anyway, u think about that... cuz i am. and go tell your friends that my thoughts are obviously not worth a penny since people are still reading this crap site.

Ms. Larsen's Wedding...
So here is the answer to EVERYONE'S question:

NO... Ms. Larsen did NOT invite me to her wedding and therefore, I will NOT be attending. NOT because I do NOT want to be there, but because of that small issue of NOT being invited. I guess my great intelligence of physical science and impeccable basketball ability just wasn't good enough for old Karen Larsen. But hey, that's okay, I'm glad she has placed some standards on her wedding party... Too bad for me the standards were EVERYONE but me. But again, I say, that's okay. Because a party where the standard of guests would fall below me would most definitely be an awful party and a party which even I would not attend. So I guess there's your catch-22 for the day. You throw a party and don't invite me and you are a jerk and have made one of your most talented students (debatable, but still in my most unbiassed opinion a true statement), very sad. But then. (here's where the catch-22 comes into play), if you do invite me to your party, it must be a very very sad party and I won't come anyway (because it's just that sad). So either way I end up NOT going to parties and, instead, I sit here and write these entries into my often plagiarized blog and you, sadly, read these, (and even sadder, PLAGIARIZE this stupid blog), and hopefully, you pray for my steady recovery of this mental retardation obviously brought upon from the boredom that has been attributed to my lack of party attendance. So again I say, NO, I am NOT going to her wedding. Goodight.

maddie
So this girl, who you don't know, Maddie... unless you're Maddie's friend, or Maddie's acquaintance, in which case, it's still Maddie, just a girl you do know... I have realized she has been copying my profile entries. Now, this has come to me late at night where my memory could have been a little fuzzy, but I seem to recall her quiz popping up pretty quickly after mine. Coincidence? I had thought so... until I took that awful quiz of her's myself..... you can only imagine what one of the questions read in this horrible plagiarized quiz... (cliffhanger)... it read "The person who made me think to make a quiz"... and the answer? "Claire" (gasp!!) WHAT?? a CONFESSION you say?? and now i go and look at this plagiarizer's profile and there it is.. in plain view.. another STUPID attempt at profile individuality ... there it is... a JOURNAL... i may go even as far as to say a BLOG! what?! a blog!? but I have a blog! not YOU! WHATEVER MADDIE... fine... really... it's all good.. but you remember... i'll be watching your profile.. and your false ideas will be made public. That is all.

blah
who had 14 beers tonight? menot u.. em.. tat's right. i am home and i am bored cuz nobody is here to alk to me because theya re all still at amattys house drinking mroe liquire. i need to go to bed and so i amg oing toa. the bugs bit e a lot tonight nd i have lots of bites on my back and on my legs and arms. i a very sad about that that's all. i can tyep better when i close my eys. this is me with my ewyes opens i am ano t good at typings cuz fo the beers but when i close my eyes i am much better.. maybe it is the light that affects me.. or is it effects me? i am not sure. well goodnight then.

Missed One Little Thing
Ross missed one little piece of information... who took less shots in mini golf? The answer to that one is ME.... and not even by like one or two... by FOUR! and yeah, the putter was broken, but that only made things harder for me.. it was my handicap, a new putter was used for each hole --- no standard putter?? what! talk about pure putting skill. Well, if you wanna know about pure putting skill, ask me since I obviously am better than ross. and as far as cheating goes.. that was Jenny (who Ross TIED).. wait, what? Ross TIED jenny?? Sorry ross, that information was going to remain between you and I, but I have bene left with no other options. sad. so sad ross... if i were you i'd be rationalizing my loss too.. poor ross.

Claire is a dirty liar
Saying I lost is like saying Claire won, it's a flat out lie. Now I know most of us know Claire as a dirty liar but I would imagine that a much smaller number of us know Claire as a cheater. I had the misfortune of experiencing just how devout a follower of Satan she is. First she tampered with my ball. Everyone knows I use the fucken orange ball. Claire did too, but still decided to fuck it up for me. Then she broke her putter. Apparently during some tribal profession of love for her dark god of evil she lashed out and smashed the putter into two. That's an automatic disqualification. Several other incidents include her moving her ball for better position and not playing it where it lies (perhaps one of the most important rules of the game). The simple truth is it doesn't matter how much crack Claire smokes or how many orphans she slays in homage to beelzebub she will still not have a chance in hell (despite home field advantage) of taking me in mini golf. Sorry Claire

Nothing To Do.
You know what sucks? That there's nothing to do. Absolutely nothing to do. We played mini golf earlier and I won... Ross lost... just in case you guys forgot to read that part, i'll say it again, just so it sinks in, and all.. I won... Ross lost. That's all I've got for tonight.

u know what sucks
you know what sucks? when people blame you for their shit just because you're there. i'm having a bad day so i'm going to rip your head off just because i'm bored. so and so is mad at me and since she's not here i'm just going to yell at you anwyay. i'm too immature to deal with my own shit and the reality of what is actually going on so i'm just going to blame you for how other people treat me like shit. that sucks.

3rd entry
i did not mean to offend anyone who is actually retarded in that last entry.. except for myself. i guess for you it'll be the next entry, since you'll read this one before you have read the one where i may or may not have seemed to be making fun of people who were actually mentally retarded (by the way, i wasn't). that's fucked up too.. i guess... who knows. i'm gonna email the creator of these blogs and get to the bottom of this disaster. goodnight.