Wednesday, 18 November 2009

  • I was having a comment conversation (that phrase rolls off the tongue, don't it?) with a user on this post. I was being polite (she seemed to be rather polite and willing to converse, and I do hate to be a douche when other people aren't acting like asses) so I didn't use the very sarcastic analogy I will know tell you about.

    I mentioned the interesting notion that we, as humans, worry so much about whether fetuses die, but we don't give two craps about cows, who (at that point in the fetuses development), are, like a bazillion times smarter (exaggeration).

    She kind of missed what I meant, and inquired whether or not I felt the same about mentally handicapped people who were dumber than a cow. In other words, would I be ok with them being killed?

    Here's about what I would have written:

    Well, I would have a problem with a mentally handicapped person being killed who had developed a social standing (ie, friends, family, social life in general), thoughts, feelings... blah blah...

    However!

    If mentally handicapped person were to climb up my butt and grow inside me (without permission!), then yes I would like them to be removed from my body. I don't condone that kind of behavior.

    But, I don't want to give you the idea that I am judging based purely on intelligence levels. For, even if it were Stephen Hawking that had crawled up my butt without permission with the intent to grow there, I would still ask that he be removed.

    However! (again!)

    If Stephen and I had agreed to allow him to do as he pleases in my butt and belly, then, yes, I would agree that he could stay.

    And, now, here is a mildly offensive (if you are lame) picture drawn for me by Lynn:


    These are the choices, folks!


    PS: I do not discriminate against cows... or Stephen Hawking.
  • Whoo! I just spent four days straight working on papers and studying for a test I took today.

    Which means that (tonight at least) I am free!

    heck yeah, suckas!

Saturday, 14 November 2009

  • One thing that bugs me...

    People and their engagements.

    Why is it that, at 20, it feels like so many of my peers are getting hitched? And, beyond this, why do so many of them seem really naive at their relationships?

    I don't know what to think, because, truly, I really just want my friends and family to... you know.. be happy and all that shizz. But, then again, how do you know whether or not to say something, you know? I guess I really can't say anything, or else I am being the douche that thinks he knows how to be in relationship better than his pals... and I really don't want to be a nonrecommended vagina cleaner, thank you very much.


    ...I come highly recommended. XD

  • Man, school is a drag

    I have two papers due this coming week. That's not what is bothering me, though. Nor is it the list of math assignments I will need to finish before Friday. It is also not the amount of out of class studying that art history requires.

    Nope, it's working to transfer next fall. Jesus, that is a hassle.

    I mean, it's not too bad, but I am stressing about it as I would like to go to school out of state.

    I have to track down my AP score that I do not have anymore due to some fluke or another. But, in order to do that, I need to have all of the AP test information that was on the paper. Which means I am a bit screwed and need to go by my high school this week to see if they have the info.

    I don't know. It is just kind of week to be in a position where you don't what exactly is going to happen in a year or so. I really want go to this school, but it is gonna be nerve racking until I know for sure I can get in.

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

  • Weezer finally failed me

    Yep. It happened. I knew it had to sometime, and it makes sense that it would happen with Raditude.

    Terrible. Just a terrible album. First off, they aimed to make a pop album, which, in my opinion, is setting your sights really low. And, then they failed at making a good pop album like their other one, Make Believe.

    It is the blandest record I have heard in a long time. Not to mention the fact that they ruined two awesome songs with their blandness: "Can't Stop Partyin' " (Lil' Wayne... really?) and "I Don't Want To Let You Go."

    So, yeah, hella lame. Glad I didn't buy the album. There are two good songs on it, though they never reach the quality of old favorites (things like "Say It Ain't So" or "Pink Triangle") or new awesomes ("Pork and Beans" and "the Angel and the One"); they are "(If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To" and "Put Me Back Together". The rest of it, by my standards, is better left forgotten.


    The thing is, I don't want what other Weezer geeks seem to. I don't want them to return to their old shizz. The Red Album was this ridiculously cool beacon of what they were about. It was a bit rough, but it was them being themselves: rock stars getting close to forty, not mid twenties geeks with no one to love them. I want them to sing real shit, not Raditude.

Sunday, 01 November 2009

  • My Halloween

    It didn't go quite as planned. The original plan?

    Friday: Go to my cousin's house. Work out, hang out, play Castle Crashers. See Zombieland.
    Saturday: Spend half the day playing more Castle Crashers. Meet up with two friends (and their girlfriends). Go to dinner, see Saw VI.
    Sunday: Work on some homework*

    What actually happened is that one of my friends (he lives about three hours away, and I haven't seen him for about seven months) couldn't get time off of work. My other pal didn't give me a call, so he was probably off having lots of sex (can't blame him, really). Also, Zombieland stopped playing at our theater on the day before. Awesome.

    So, Friday was just a day of hanging out.

    Saturday, we saw Cirque Du Freak. I really liked this movie. It felt good to watch a vampire movie that didn't take it self so seriously, but was engaging enough. I had a lot of fun watching it. Afterward, we worked out and were finally able to actually play Castle Crashers.

    And, today, I got up, played some Wii, helped my cousin with his computer (as much as I could), and came home. I am now watching the Office. I am going to study for my Art History test and hopefully get a lesson of math done.

    So, pretty good weekend, overall.

    *I miss typed this as "homowork". I found it funny; you may not. Suck it. :D

  • People suck.

    Why is it we are so hung up on understanding/ being right? If someone does something we don't understand, we seem to automatically assume it is wrong. We look for technicalities, quotes, definitions, whatever to prove our point even though so many things don't affect us in the slightest.

    What made me think of this? http://tinyurl.com/yca9phq

    Man oh man, the quotes from those comments.

    Main Entry: male

    Pronunciation: \ˈmāl\

    1 a : a male person : a man or a boy b : an individual that produces small usually motile gametes (as spermatozoa or spermatozoids) which fertilize the eggs of a female.

    (taken from merriam-webster online)

    If you don't got that, sorry your NOT a male and NEVER will be!!! live how God made you!


    It is not your place to interpret God, dumbass. Who the hell are you to be so vain, so damn arrogant? Besides, your God is very clearly different than mine or Chaz's, so shut the f**k up. I don't want to be under your lord's foot if he so much of a dick to make people that are uncomfortable in their own bodies and then judge them for it.
    Also, dipshit, what do you make of infertile men? Castrated men? Cross gender men? Do you see how the line is much too vague to make these kind of judgments?
       
    "Gender is something between your ears, not between your legs" Gender is and always has been the XY or  XX or the rarer XXY. Its so odd how people will equate normal natural to bigotry, from a scientific standpoint, its XY that determines man. Not your delusions of anything else, its just so odd how people are like "we should celebrate what hir decision is." If I thought I was a fish inside my head, people would tell me to get some help. I couldn't go anywhere to get some gills instead of lungs, but even if I did that still don't make me a fish. Psychological Trama or lack of docking sites in the brain for a specific chemical messenger leads to homosexual tendencies. Some people need help instead of the scalpel. Some people encourage the scalpel instead of the help.

    Well, in terms of psychology, gender is a cultural and personal interpretation and sex is the biological assignment. But, really, my problem with this thinking is that it really appears that the commenter doesn't seem to care that much with a person making this choice and instead makes the point that if you feel this way, their is something wrong with you.
    I disagree. I do believe we should encourage people to be as comfortable with their bodies and selves as they can, But, if they cannot be ok with themselves, no amount of therapy is going to change that.
    Don't judge them for their want to change; it is their body, their life. Not yours.


    So, yeah, the moral of the story? If it doesn't affect you, you really have no room to talk. Your beliefs, your ideas, and your predispositions (whatever!) are yours. You wouldn't want someone else dissecting and judging your decisions, so why do you feel it is right to jump down others people's throughts?

    Oh, and if you want to pull shit out of your ass and say I am being a hypocrite and I am the one judging, I don't care. I already know I'm not going to change people's minds if they don't want to change. I just refuse to not say something.

Saturday, 17 October 2009

  • Health and me

    Arrgh. I just got done with my run (it is now past eleven at night). I am slightly light headed, sore, and hungry, but I feel good. I really do. I feel less like the chubby kid I used to be, which is nice.

    My family has a history of heart related issues and obesity (whose doesn't, right?). It has haunted me for ages that I would end up like my dad: overweight and unhappy with it. For the last few years I have tried and started several workout routines and healthier food choices. Never stuck. But, for the last three(?) months, I have been working out consistently (at least, lifting weights consistently, with a mild amount of cardio consistency). I started at 205 pounds and dropped to 185, which is where I am at now. I am about six foot two. I am now officially in the "healthy" BMI range, which I am glad to be in. However, I do not want to stop here. I wish to reach my target weight of 170-175 pounds (which should put me right in the middle of the BMI range).

    The reason I am bringing this up (other than that I am feeling tired but well), is my self esteem. I have never really thought I was fat, per se. I thought more along the lines of not being fit. I know that I am not unattractive in any way because of my physique and I don't think people that have my body style are overweight, either. However, I am not satisfied with my wellness, yet. I don't want to settles for a normal amount of fitness; I want to fulfill my potential. My self esteem is actually fairly high. I like myself. I rarely concern myself with what others think of my appearance (loved ones, notwithstanding).

    So, yeah, I am working towards a happier, healthy me (cue the cliches).

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

  • I recently heard about the pageant in Hungary where every contestant was required to have had plastic surgery. My thoughts? A bit weird, but, her, whatever floats your boat.

    Apparently, though, others don't really have this point of view. It seems that we as a culture look down on plastic surgery as "unnatural". We believe in "natural" beauty and being comfortable with one's self.

    Yeah right.

    If we were really concerned with being comfortable with ourselves, why would we give one damn about someone else's decision to modify their body? If that is what it takes to make them comfortable in their own skin, then that is their choice to make, not ours to judge.

    We sit here and tell people to be comfortable with themselves and to embrace their natural beauty, and, yet, we still judge others for not wearing the right things or having their hair the wrong way. We shun those that choose to change a physical part of themselves in order to be happy. We trivialize their feelings because they are not our own (or they are our own, but we are too cowardly to make that kind of change). We tell them there is something with how they see themselves when all we see is their "fakeness".

    I will stand forever on the side of encouraging people to embrace their bodies, but I am no fool. I know that, for most of us, this is almost impossible in our society. Personally, I wish I was skinnier, fitter, with better teeth and skin. But, you know what? I am cool with working towards those things because they are things within my control. I am lucky for that. Some aren't. I would ask that we be courteous and not hypocritical when we point our fingers at others, but, then again, we are f**king human and we have typical human bulls**t tendencies. So, whatever.

     

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  • Uh... they always ask these and I always respond inconsistently. Basically, i can just say that I am Matt Freakin Nix. The name says it all. I am legendary in the most mediocre way. I enjoy music and that takes up most of my time. I play in the band Life Without Air. I enjoy musicians like Weezer, Metallica, Josh Woodward, Ramones, and Billy Reid. So, yeah... there's that. Otherwise, I am sure I will write incredibly interesting posts about the other aspects of my life.

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