Tuesday? Oh, next Tuesday.

Yeah. So it's been over a week since I've written in my stupid little blog thing. I was so disappointed when I started writing this. I was going for a new record. Oh well, now everyone (sweatman and computer geek) can read what I've been up to. Last week was auditions for the 2005 Pius X musical, Bye Bye Birdie. This is what I have to say on the matter: this is the stupidest, most appalling musical I have ever encountered in my entire life. What kind of a methamphetamine user comes up with a five minute song with only one lyric: Ed Sullivan? Ed Sullivan. That's it. Pass out the Tonys, Oscars, Grammys, and the complimentary Bubble Yum. By the way, if anyone offers you a VHS copy of the movie version taped off of the Disney Channel in 1991, take it. First call the number on your screen to tell Walter's frozen head how craptastic his movie is, then throw it in the fire to burn for heat. You'll need the thermal comfort after we put on this musical; the pure evil of it will thrust us into a nuclear winter from which only Ed Sullivan could save us. I guess it is kinda cool I get to play more than one part, just like last year where I had three different roles in the Music Man. That rocked my island. The theatre people, however, all of which requested to be anonymous, don't particularly like me, hence my Tom Hanks audition but my Hayden Christensen part. But I will dominate. What is domination, you ask? You know that large chicken pizza Tony and I dominated at Old Chicago? That was, or is, domination. I know I am really defining domination as domination, and I'm using circular logic to dominate your mind, but it was all worth it in the end, because I get to make fun of George Lucas's casting abilities. On a side note, I watched Ed throw an empty bottle and witnessed it drilling a girl in the face; unintentional direct hit. Hahah, it sure was funny. I am cutting this post short due to time. Perhaps I will write tomorrow, but if I beat my old record of eight days without blogging I'll get a prize. Hey, did you ever play 500 outside and then shout, "prize box!" It was always a lifetime supply of toilets. -Matt

Monday. That is all.

Just a few notes before I dive into my thoughts: First of all, I have a moblog located at http://runxc24.textamerica.com. A moblog is basically a collection of images from a picture phone, and since I have uploaded some of my pics, I thought I'd share them with you. Secondly, this written blog has an atom XML feed, which means you can use your RSS reader to read posts. For those of you who don't know what this means, basically you can read my blog posts on the go-- even on your iPod. The feed is located at http://www.mattgibney.com/blog/atom.xml. Firefox users can also click the orange icon in the lower right of the window. Anyway, on to whatever I do, which is talk about nothing. It has come to my attention that 90% of the people who inhabit this world have just seen Napoleon Dynamite for the first time in the last week. Now first I say, congratulations on watching and enjoying such a high-quality, entertaining film directed by Jared Hess. In fact props to you. I am glad that Napoleon is getting all the attention he deserves. Great. But now is the part I beat all of you with a rubber hose. Where the hell have you been for the last three to four months? There's something called a theater that allows you to watch movies before they come out on video. Okay, okay, so they saw the movie a little bit later than I did. No big deal. Why should I care? I love Napoleon Dynamite! Why would I want to hinder the buzz concerning a hilarious movie? Because the buzz has gone, packed its things, and zipped off to Cancun, where the people there won't think to bother it because they're too drunk to care. The buzz no longer wants to be here, and do you know why? Because every flippin' five seconds someone is attempting a pathetic impersonation of the characters you and I have already come to love... from about four months ago. I already had my Kip voice perfected and locked in my memory for all eternity before any of these other nincumpoops could say "Napola-what?" This is my message to the people oh so far behind the present time: You suck. I despise you. Why must you annoy me everyday with horrific, pitiful imitations that would make Uncle Ben, the kindest, most loving person ever to market to the masses his convenient food bowls, turn in his grave. Did you like rice? Well now you'll be making yourself a dang quesa-dilla you moron, and I will never, NEVER give you even a look at my tots. Now comes an experience while I was commuting home from work. At the intersection of 70th and O, looking south, I was stopped at a red light (and no, this is not lyrics from some country song-- I was in my '94 Buick, not a Chevy "like a rock" truck). I was happily enjoying myself, counting how many seconds it took to change green so as to further my already advanced driving technique. However something happened that I did not expect, something so earth-shattering that no one could have seen it coming. It was official: the movie Spanglish sucked. I couldn't believe it. It was a dream come true. Anyway, as I stared ahead waiting for the light to turn, three teenagers, probably a year or two younger than I, pulled up next to me. With a bang they looked at me and revved their engine. I stared at them, and in an instant I was making numerous calculations (haha, pun). Could I win? Look at my car. It's a piece of crap, it goes from 0-60 mph in 24.4 seconds. Three of my four windows are stuck up (another pun). Is it possible? Is my car going to stand up and fight? Did I take a shower today? I looked at them again and nodded it was on. The light, after an eternity of seconds (actually 39-- I... um... counted) turned from red to green. Tires screeched and... well, I took off. 100 meters down the road, and I was winning, and the three kids backed down. Wait a minute, my 4 cylinder car doesn't have the slowest acceleration in the world? I couldn't believe it. And I know you're saying, "Maybe they didn't floor it? Maybe they let you win?" What? Are you crazy? No one would do that. I actually did win, in all honesty. The experience was a defining moment in my life. It taught me about life's hardships and the only way to get through them is to hit the gas. Well, it's Monday, and that was my weekend. Wait a minute, Monday? That means that 24 is airing in approximately 4 hours and 10 minutes. Rock on. Anyway, I seriously hope you have read this entire post, since hours of toil and pints of blood have been spilled throughout writing this. With that, I'm going to build a cake or something. -Matt

Thursday's Thoughts

Before my thoughts, however, I would like to reflect upon the Battle of the Bands. It pretty much rocked my world, considering that we were exposed to so many people who didn't attend the sweat dance. I was finally able to play a rockin' piano song, One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces by Ben Folds Five. It was a good experience that taught me a lot, not only experience in playing live music, but also what it means to put on a good show; one that entertains and excites people that are watching you perform and play your instrument with absolute enthusiasm. The roads were extremely slick that night. Black ice was everywhere, which is great for sliding around the driveway with yourself, but when it comes to your car, it's probably not that great of an idea. And especially when you're driving my car, you become a hollywood stunt driver. Which, I guess, isn't that bad. In fact, now that I have drawn one conclusion about driving in icy conditions and how dangerous it is, I will proceed to contradict myself by saying it rocks being a hollywood stunt driver. So if you know what you're doing (like I do... did... will?) go for it. (Forewarning: Note that the text that follows is not knocking anyone down, it is merely an attempt to poke fun at life online, as I am being purely sarcastic in my remarks. If you have the slightest inkling about what my personality is like, you would have already realized that conclusion. For those of you who don't know me and are offended by this entry, please don't email me saying how many eggs you will use on my car tonight. I already know the answer is three.) So back to my thoughts. It has come to my attention that an inferior journaling website, known as www.xanga.com, is pretty much the hang out place of every junior in high school that I could possibly name. They write in their "journals" (don't point out that I am doing the same presently) and they leave comments like, (1) "HI KYLE!!!!! NICE POST!!!! IT WAS SO ENTERTAINING I ALMOST READ ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!@!!#!@!" and (2) "hey, i gtg because im rotfl while brb cya l8ter. c/m b/c idk" and (3) "<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=300 border=0> var img_str1="";img_str1=""; var result_str1=""; <TBODY> <TR> <TD>". Okay, this where I analyze these three comments. They were numbered for your convenience. First of all, turn your caps lock off, I'm sure it's not stuck down by super glue or some atomic force that refuses to let the atoms in the key raise itself from the keyboard. Secondly, this is not instant messenger. You can post actual comments in when reading somebody's blog... er.. (z)anga. Put some thought into it. Lastly, that is, comment number (3), is just a either a horrible attempt to paste something into the message box, or just pathetic knowledge of HTML. Nice try. And as a side note, I believe blogger was the original wasn't it? (Don't correct me if I'm wrong, I want to think my point is valid.) And what is up with these eprops, the "currency of good will", as quoted from the website. This is the worst scam since the National Honor Roll. Currency of good will? I'm not even going to comment on this. I know there are about fifty good jokes I could put in place of this sentence, but currency of good will? I'm lmao gtg bbl jk right now. Anyway, those are my opinions of this online journal posting. And I know you're saying, "But Matt, you are going against your philosophy of posting journals! You are divided against yourself on this issue. I am reading what you wrote in an online journal!" First of all, my philosophy isn't going against the posting of online journals. My philosophy is to watch Napoleon Dynamite and 24 until my eyes fall out of their sockets. So there. Plus I'm twelve years older than all of you. Now to my other thoughts. Spectrum Singers continues to make me more and more tired in the morning. Although today I woke up and wasn't that tired. I found that reading for an hour before sleep helps. I picked up The Silmarillion up at 8:30 and was asleep by 2200 hours. Sweet. I hope this trend continues for me. As I have engraved in your minds, I have three or four off periods every day. Today for the first time, I went to the "library" in our school. I picked up a photography magazine and read for forty-five minutes. I really need to read more, and not spend so much time online. So I am going to come to a close, since this entry is getting both long and boring, but also because I must now wait by my car with a shotgun the whole night. -Matt

Relaxation

It's Tuesday, and it's about 12:30 in the afternoon. If you read my last post you will know what this means. That's right. I'm currently enjoying my 3 hour, 45 minute break from school. Why even go back for my last class? However, the enjoyment of these next two weeks has been compromised. Every morning until the 22nd of January, at 0700 hours, a cruel and unusual punishment will be put upon me. Singing and dancing. Now I've said before this is a good thing. But trust me, not this early. I had been watching 24 last night until the wee hours of the morning, as I could not wait to see what happened to Jack Bauer and the others working at CTU. After concluding four 1-hour episodes, I was shocked to remember early practice in what was literally a few hours. Waking from a very short sleep, I proceeded downstairs and tried to have a conversation with my mom. However, the sleep deprivation was so intense I could not understand a word she was saying. I later she found out that she asked me a simple question: did the tape of 24 work? I replied, "What are you talking about? That doesn't even make sense!" Somehow I managed to get myself ready for the day, and I listened to the hilarious radio duo Bob and Tom on the way to school. So after the early morning torture and my three classes, here I am blogging or whatever. And since I'm pretty much wasting my life typing this, I will conclude. -Matt

Twenty four and more...

I must say 24 is my favorite television show. What else can I say? The best show in the world. Jack Bauer is one good field agent. I know many of you (or should I say few of you, seeing as how no one is reading this) may be shocked beyond belief to hear me say this: school this semester isn't all that bad. I start my day by learning a little about how our government works, then I go straight to singing and dancing. And who doesn't like to sing and dance? The answer is no one. I continue my day by visiting the chemistry room, which is a great class (thanks Mr. Schmidt). Now three classes in a row is really invigorating, and I suppose I'm getting a little tired. So it's time for a break. Fourth period I have no class. Nothing at all. I can do whatever I want so long as it's not pulling the fire drill. After this I feel refreshed, so it's time to tackle another class, and in all seriousness, it's one of my favorites: photography. Taking pictures is a blast. And it helps when you've got a sweet 35mm SLR camera. I am hopeful that I can somehow share my photos online one day. That would be cool. Now you can't complete a day without learning about God. He's a great guy, I see him at this little Christian bookstore all the time. Religion is a lot more interesting when you have an interesting teacher. Oh, and did I mention on Tuesdays that I have religion off? Yeah, once a week I require another break. Now sanctifying my soul takes a lot of effort, so naturally I have the next class off too. That means on Tuesdays, I could have four luxurious periods all to myself, if I have nothing to print in photography... At the end of the day comes senior writing. I never really wrote anything, although I know this statement is contradictory considering I'm engaging in that very activity as we speak... er... as I speak... er... as I write? Anyway, writing is a good thing. That's the end of my day at school, hence my next 18 weeks. Rock on. Now if you have read all the way through this blog post, I applaud you. The only reason I am sharing my thoughts right now is because I'm waiting for the episode of 24 I missed to download. Our VCR is a piece of crap, and it decided to fail me again by recording a bunch of black insects flying around some sort of white space. Oh! How exciting! My download is complete! I must now indulge in the two episodes of 24 that I missed. Did I mention that it is the best show ever?

Check it out...

I am writing in a blog. I don't really know what it is, just some sort of virtual log of real events. Blogger? Seems like a fun idea. Maybe it is a good idea to keep some sort of journal where I can write some memories down. Of course, the whole idea of a blog is so that everyone can read it. So unfortunately, I can't elaborate on how much I despise the people around me, because they'll find out. Just kidding :-) But seriously, the real reason for this little entry is really a test to see if my FTP server is working. So rock on, everyone!!! -Matt