Time for a New Post
Well, I don't really have anything in mind to write, but I felt like it was time to check back in with my readers on a personal basis. This week is going to be stressful, with two midterms and all, not to mention the projects and other stuff I should be working on...oh, and my job at church. Summer, summer, here I come... At least spring break is coming up soon. I plan on going home and doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING (well, other than being helpful to my Mom...kinda hafta do that). Yes, that's right. While many of my AU friends will be enjoying the balmy, tropical weather of Florida or one of those other states down in Dixie, I will be in Dutch Vegas, Michigan. Maybe I'll record an EP with Ken. I should probably have a few songs I like before I try to do that, though. I should probably also make sure Ken has time to do that. Chances are I'll call him and leave a message, and I won't hear back from him. His phone is almost always dead or not with him. We'll see, I guess. Ok, the cd I was listening to is done now (and by cd, I mean iTunes album), so I will start up another one and hit the sack. Yes, I know it's only like 10:30 at night, but little did you know that I have to wake up around 6:15ish. With exception of one person I know, that's earlier than any of you, so don't you dare complain about how early it is tomorrow morning when you wake up.
G'nite!
Matt
Black Tuesday
This is my fourth in a row without someone with which to celebrate. However, I did get a few cards and well-wishes from people. Thanks Mom...Kalyn...Mobley...Sung...a few others. Know what I did? I ate in the MP alone tonite. There was a food station that had sugar cookies and red and pink frostings, candy hearts, and other fun stuff with which to decorate the cookies. Guess what I did. I ate a sugar cookie plain. That's right...because today was just a plain ol' regular day in the life of this kid. But don't cry for me. I'm alright with it.
I love you all.
Matt
I Spent Money
I bought a really cool shirt at Marshall's today. It was originally $69.50, and guess how much I paid...$7...that's right, seven freakin dollars. Score! Now I need some brown pants to wear with it...
Name That Tune!
So today in Business Law, we were talking about third party rights and were using terms such as obligor, obligee, assignor, assignee, delegator, and delegatee. One of those words in particular caused a certain song from decades past (think John, Paul, George, and Ringo) to run through my head the whole class period. Can anyone guess the artist (not hard) and the song?
Happy 1/2 Birthday To Me!
Well, I officially turned 20 1/2 today. Yup, it's true. I know you're really excited. Almost as excited as me, I'll bet. Anyway, I celebrated by going to my 9:00 class and having a boring time, then getting a great hot chocolate in Mocha Joe's, then going to play for a voice lesson but finding out they didn't need me (break...yes!), then working on my recording tech project (mixing the song I did last semester, but this time in Pro Tools), then going to my 1:00 class and having another great time, then mixing some more. My, that was a long sentence. My apologies. Anywho, I "finished" my project just before 5:00 pm when I was supposed to have Jazz Ensemble. I put finished in quotes because I know it's not perfect, but it's due tomorrow, so I don't plan on being able to do much better. It's actually pretty good though. Anyway, jazz ensemble was cancelled (which I had previous knowledge of, but I had forgotten), so I am now back in my room waiting to go to another rehearsal, this time with Nathanael. He leads worship in chapel tomorrow (which he had forgotten about until today), and then we're playing at the next Cheap Thrills, so we'll practice for both of those events. After that, I'm pretty sure we'll take some time to relax in his family's hot tub, then I'll have to leave to go to an Orangehaus Publishing meeting at 10:15. After that, I will come back, do my homework, and hit the sack, only to wake up bright and early at 6:15 am tomorrow! Happy 1/2 birthday to me!
Matt