mattypoo is awfully tired because he is tired from getting up at 5 to take the greyhound back to the loo. yay me. tho its kinda refreshing not being depressed about going to go back to waterloo on sunday night. because of the lovely dvp being closed all weekend (can you say "lame excuse"?), i decided to go back first thing tomorrow morning and go directly to work. i made it half-an-hour late because i just missed the GRT 101 Express.

anyways.. despite the dvp being open back in on monday morning-- my dad decided to be an ass, and not drive me down to the bus terminal-- which i guess i didn't really mind. i managed to board the 5:35 Steeles bus and seriously, the bus was FULL-- absolutely no seats. 5:35 at McCowan! and it still has to get to finch station!!! it has indeed been an enlightening experience-- LAURENCE, get some damn ass buses up here! which brings me to another thing: Why is there no Steeles Bluenight? How can a busy throughfare like Steeles not being running 24 hrs? AHHH! i was downtown for that britney spears concert and managed to get home at 5 am because I ended up having to take the Finch bluenight with my oooogling head and then transferring at McCowan!!!! matt is maaaaaaaaaaaaddd!

weekend has been pretty cool. got to see febs, mark, jenn and her boytoy on friday night. went for chinese dessert, mmmmm, its been too long. saturday night, me and martina went out for drinks downtown. we made our lovely roadtrip screaming backstreet boys songs like a bunch of little spoiled bop-tweens. i managed to sing so loud that cracked my jaw. AHHHH! it still hurts. must refraining from opening my mouth too wide... uhhh.

too bad i didn't have hilary duff in the car-- that would definitely give it that umph for my evening. mmmmmm someone give me some Duff stuff... hmmmmmmm. find me a zellers now.

t'was a cool night indeed-- hope i was a good toronto ambassador :D. one thing tho: martina's place is a mother-of-all mazes. there are like major issues with that area-- she lives at 401/427. wait until i get my hands on the traffic engineer who created this piece of ASS! nothing connects to each other and full of partial interchanges. omg. me the planner is usually pretty good at navigating but geez! AHHH! or maybe i'm used to the east end.

it's a damn ghost campus here. and shima and scotty will be leaving me soon! AHHHHHHH! it's just me and waterloo. even my beloved tim hortons is closed for the week-- and when mr matt doesn't get his coffee boost, it will not be pretty.

because i have time to kill before i get off work (and i don't wanna start my infamous long-ass entry), i'm writing a *shitty* poem.

MY WATERLOO
(dedicated to mywaterloo.ca-- my precious server source of big-ass email forwards)

Waterloo, Waterloo
wished i withdrew.
Here to timbuktu,
you smell like poo
like one's gym shoe.

Like PVA glue,
i stick to you.
With not much to do,
lifelessness accrues--
'funness' long overdue.

remaining years, just two
i'm determined to pursue
grad school at Toronto U.
what i will refuse to do,
is to meet my waterloo.

-- Excuse my bitterness. THE END.

-- Chapters Life, NYE 2004 pictures updated

UPDATE:
omg, what a shitty day, i feel like crap-- feel like puking. it was my upstairs roommates last night in Waterloo so we decided to make a night of it-- and now it's sooo errrily quiet-- man, i kinda miss their loudness-- i miss them... :( anyway, we stupidly started drinking during the leafs game last night and went all night. yikes. i was like 'whatever, its just one night of drunkenness and i'll be fine'... but anyways.. i've been holding back my puke and finally i'm feeling better after gallons of water. next topic...

so yes, my landlord wants to sell the house-- i don't see why, because he gets a hella lotta dough from ripping off innocent university students like myself. anyways, they hired a real estate agent to deal with it all. this guy is totally funny. he's so damn giddy and cheery that it's really really irritating.

he visited us last week, the first thing he says when he comes in the house is "are you guys PUMPED to sell a house? i'm so pumped, so pumped! are *you* guys pumped?" anyways, there's been lotsa people looking at the house, but no buyers (obviously) who would wanna buy that crap! anyways, he nice and phones us when he knows someone is taking a loook at the place. he always acknowledges himself as "Mike the realtor"-- every single time. Either he's on the phone, in person, in his emails. it's become this popular expression in the house, I'm "Matt the gayass".

MY SITUATION
question for everyone-- I have a small dilemma. okay. I have a crush on someone-- I know, so 'junior high'. LOL. Anyways, a friend of mine, "Joe", has a this friend-- "Jay" let's say. Anyways, Jay doesn't know me and I don't really know Jay-- all i know is my physical attraction. I'm not sure how Jay is like but I'd really like to know more. I'm sure you guys have encountered this.

I'm in this situation like where I'm like at a slutty bar-- I find someone attractive, I want to say hi, but I'm afraid. I donno, i'm not exactly afraid because of being rejected--but I completely dread doing 'the approach', the act of getting over there, and say someone appropriate. Obviously, i'm not stupid enough to give a lousy pick-up line and come off as cocky-- nor to I wanna come off as a shy needy loser. I'm okay with the rejection-- I understand I don't not rock everyone's boat-- that's cool-- not to mention, I'm just purely used to the rejection. *tears*

Okay, back to the situation-- I'm not too close to Joe-- the friend that we (Jay and I) mutually know. Because we aren't all that close, I'm afraid to let my friend know I'm interested in Jay-- too much complications and I really don't wanna get people involved in my "immature subject matter". but i did manage to get Jay's friendster. so, happily, i have a line of communication-- even tho it is a really bad way-- but it's something.

Without a doubt, I will tell Jay I'm interested and that I'd like to get to know him better. People keep telling me to "seize an opportunity"-- because you'll regret it if you don't. Anyway, I'm unsure what kind of approach I wanna take and how I'm going to say it. It's not like I'm going to say "hey jay, YOU'RE HOT, take me!" nor am I going to sound like this needy, desperate guy -- tho actually i am-- very very desperate :D lol. So there's my problem-- I don't know how to communicate my interest. This is especially tough because it *is* text-based-- and i'm completely sober-- there's no excuse to look like a fool. I don't know how to find that balance-- in other words-- be confident without being cocky, being direct without sounding desperate, and be easygoing without being too casual.

I think i'm overthinking this issue-- yes, I always complicate things.. ARGHH!! Your assistance is greatly appreciated-- tho I'm not sure if its one of those "assistable" matters-- just thought i'd share.

PS: if this entry disappears, you know why-- HAHA. will only be temporary

UPDATE:
We're passed the 2.5 weeks threshold. We have only 11 more days of work! ELEVEN! and then we do it all over again with another school term-- which I will not be looking forward to-- particularly because of the living arrangements-- but again, must suck it up-- something I've become very good at (pun intended).

Easter weekend was a lot of fun and completely exhausting. Finally got a chance to see the Producers; somewhat disappointing. Maybe because my expectations were a little too high, since everyone who I have spoken to who has seen it said how good it was. Anyways, Mamma Mia is still much better-- they're similar in a way that they don't really have a cohesive plot-- just random things that happen that don't contribute to the plot. The singing was okay, the jokes were quite funny, tho tonnes of gay and racial jokes and so blatantly American-- that kinda bugged me a bit-- they didn't even try to Canadianize the production-- c'mon where are we?

Sunday was my dad's baptism/communion/confirmation night. It was quite the night, it's interesting to see how things have changed in our house. My dad has somewhat transformed quite a lot in the past few years. He is no longer that moody, insensitive, unhappy guy that he used to be. Maybe I'm not sure if it is him that changed, maybe it was also me. But whatever it is, we have become a lot closer; but we still have that distance. He seems a lot more happy and openminded. it was a very cool experience-- this is my first baptismal ceremony after my own :) very cool.

DICKIES:
Because of my massive amount of emails regarding how I should enlarge my penis, I'm going to talk about just that-- penis size. I wonder how many orders these companies actually have from all that spam. Yes, trouser snakes are man's best friend-- just like dogs-- see how appropriate it is aptly called that as well! We use it to relieve ourselves (in more ways than one), we listen to it, it gets us into trouble, it wakes us up, it entertains us (and others), and most obviously, it makes us men. hmmmmm.. do you think it i water it, it'll grow?

I had an interesting conversation with a friend a while back about schlong size and how if it really matters or not. I think we both came to the conclusion is that it does-- to a certain extent. I think there is a "range of resonable acceptance"-- too large or too small won't do. The cliche, "its what you do with it" surely applies, but she brought up the fact that perhaps the actual SIZE isn't an issue, but a matter of confidence-- and confidence is sexy. So too "small" might, cause someone to be insecure. So corresondingly, too "large" might spark a little cockiness (pun intended again) and that's no fun.

But then again, I think wee-wee size is like money. (and no, that's not what I mean) Everyone wishes they had more money, like how everyone always wishes their pecker is larger-- regardless how much "money" a person has (tho this is an overgeneralization)

Also, contrary to popular belief, there are studies that have concluded that there is not correlation between shoe size and member
size. So guess, it's not what they say, Shima! LOL! What about whether tightie whities restricts the growth of the joystick -- what do you think? I'm undecided on this matter. I'm thinking that growth of the member is mostly genetics and perhaps wearing something tight won't exactly affect it -- at least anything significant. But then what about those corsets that women wear to make them look thinner-- doesn't those corset-ish lingerie help the stomach retract the "excess fat"-- so wouldn't the dong do the same? (But then a dick is not "fat", hmm) Hmmm, tough call, tough call. Haha, they have recently talked about the correlation knob size to the size of your nose. HAHA. We'll see what the studies say :P

What do you guys think? (Man, there's lotsa weiner names-- i have purposely bolded them all, could you name any?)

Another note:
take a look at the lovely manties collection; I think you'll be enlightened to try a pair :D

Ahhh yes, decided to blog today because I have, yet again, officially named today "slack day". Since my report i'm working on at work has passed the first milestone. I'm researching and analysing the the nature of the Planning co-op jobs and the qualifications necessary to filfil job requirements. It's funny, it's actually a report I enjoy writing-- not like those Planning Policy reports we wrote in PLAN103. AH!
This entry is awfully long-- i need to stop writing long entries. So i've anchored the entry:

• Christopher Hume (and Transit)
  
• Britney Spears (and Skanks)
  

Mr. Hume, my hero
So yes, I'm in love with Christopher Hume-- the Urban Issues columnist for the star. His articles are always enlightening and he really understands the needs for cities, especially neglected Toronto. :( Today he writes about the Queensway streetcar line which was proposed back in 1969, but has still not materialized.

Did you know that Toronto once used to be the primary visionary model for urban planning in North America? and of course that all changed with dismal transit funding in the past decades-- now it's Portland. Anyways, my point is again- I love Christopher Hume, you can see his articles here.

Speaking of public transit, Toronto is the home of a gizillion "ghost" subway tunnels, tunnels that were constructed but never completed. The Queen Street Subway line is one example-- There are actually remnants of tunnels still existing today. Though the Queen Street subway would be really cool and ease the lack of transit priority on the streetcar line, I don't suggest its reconstruction--it is already a well represented area.

Also, did you know that there's an abandoned subway station under the Bay Station? Called Lower Bay Station, tho the concept sounds really appealing-- it was closed after just months of operation back in the 60s. Bay Lower acted as a station that integrating the Bloor-Danforth Line to the Yonge Line-- so that essentially, you can take a train on the Danforth Line and end up at Union Station without getting off the train! Cool or what!?! But of course, this causes major logistical problems.

That's why you see those "NEXT TRAIN" signs in subways-- that seems somewhat useless nowadays. Here's some articles on Bay Lower: here, and here
Now the subway is used in a lot of films :D.

AHHHH! I lust for this stuff!

Mmmmmmmmmm Britney:
I went to see Britney Spears with John last Saturday! WOO! She was great and sexy as usual! Though not as good as her last concert. Called the "Onyx Hotel Tour" (whoring it away already, lol), she really skank's it up in this one. But that's okay, I like sluts.

There were five different themes, each portrayed as if she was at a different "hotel": (by the way, I made up these hotel names :D) I hope I remember everthing correctly; I should have took minutes.

All this done lip-synching of course, but that isn't a concern, i suppose. And the teen-y, and tween-y demographic was not the case at all-- a much older crowd of mostly twentysomethings. tho there were those annoy teens in front of us who stupidly got floor seats who couldn't see b/c they're short. they wanted to stand on the chair and watch, but will not tolerate crap. I'm a bitch, i know :D

It's Friday, I'm so happy! But it's the last FedBus trip this term :( It's Greyhound until the end of the term :( Things have been okay. Roommates are actually being somewhat cooperative. Maybe this will be a good trend. Managed to have a fantabulous dinner with my good Chapters buddy Ani last night who goes to WLU. Apparently, our manager fired a co-worker because of a "personality issue" WHAT THE FUCK! that's a violation of Labour Laws! If I were him, I'd sue his ass!

more issues at work. omg. it's about my documentary. so yesturday, the psych experiment supervisor came in because he'd like my work files firewired onto his hub-- since they collaborated with us. anyways, i had compressed the file down to a simple quicktime because I couldn't occupy the memory for that long on the Video eMacs-- it was 20 gigs. :S. the means the file is no longer in little snippits of little clips put together-- people won't be able play around with the footage sequencing and the all video layers have been flattened.

He was so disappointed that i compressed the file down and he made me feel bad for what i did-- "well, i guess we'll have to start from scratch again" i don't know what to say about that. Seriously, that was so rude. i understand that for the next experiment, they might simply play around with the different footages to make a few new elements that will be appropriate for the next study.

But seriously, I just don't want them to play around with my work-- it's my work-- and don't want someone altering it a little and then passing my work as their own. Obviously, I didn't say that, but seriously if they want some new footage, they can call me up and I'll help them out. -- I kept saying that again and again -- that I'm willing to help them out for the next study--but he doesn't understand what I'm getting at -- these are the 6-digit-salaryacademicians we're paying for here :S. (Did I mention he's a psychologist?) I don't think i'm being selfish am I?

The Misprint is out today-- it's the annual funnies edition of the Imprint. Read this, this and mathies and engineers: this! Haha! Yay Imprint!

That is all boys and girls.