There doesn't have to be a title

Because no one needs to know what you're going to say before you say it.

No one but yourself.

Recently i think i have realized something about myself and yet i don't quite know what it is. Its that feeling that i get when i walk into a room that ive been in hundreds or even thousands of times and yet i see it in a different way than i have ever seen it before. i look at my life up to this point and i see a path leading in thousands of different directions, criss crossing itself and leading up down backwards sideways and yet leading up to this point. its a line i could never trace, and would never hope to trace. looking back i wish that i could change actions that led to the end of certain realities. the things that i did that i thought would have the largest impact have often had the least. the ones that seem to be insignificant seem to define me as a person.

My life and the laws that govern it seem to defy the universal law of the universe that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction because nothing seems proportional. It occurs to me now that my perception of reality might be so different from that of others that i have no concept of what will dramatically influence me anymore. I think i like it this way. i have to embrace it because i have recently become so fascinated with time, and the way i pass it and pass through it that i dont entirely notice how insignificant the span of my life will be against the universal whole.

There is really so little time given us. and yet we never know it, because all of what we perceive and interpret is relative. Everything we see, regardless of if it is old or new is compared in some way to something that we have already experienced. Its this constant relativity that causes our past to live on in our present, because certain aspects of the past that seemed so unlike anything else when we first experienced them, only become more similar to everything else as we live more and more of our life.

No one will read this, not all the way through anyway. so really what i have to say here could be as meaningless as the brand of toothpaste that i use. but the act of using the toothpaste, or the act of blogging, is what is really significant to me. Not what comes out of it, but the fact that i am doing it for the sole purpose of my own well being and health. I have a pile of all my clothes on the couch in my room, and i need to clean it up before i will be able to earnestly begin studying for the last two finals of my first semester and senior year. Time has not passed quickly, nor has it been slow. Time has passed, and our perception of it has changed, in addition to the things we value, hate, and love. There will always be moments we wish for again, and moments we wish had never happened, but the true significance of those moments comes from our ability to accept them as what they are, and then move on with our lives in a way that brings the past as a resource, not a ball and chain.

Snow yo

I dont know if its the movie scores Pandora station im listening to right now or the snow on the ground, but I do know that right now I'm feeling super nostalgic. I love watching the snow blow off the trees, do little loop-de-loops and fall onto the ground, only to take flight in clouds again like flocks of tiny white geese. I just watch it and think about the times at recess, when all that mattered was finding the biggest ice crystal, or making that catch in snow football. I cant help but think of the days when all that mattered was making sure our snow fort was invincible against all comers, and we would stay out there for hours in single degree temperatures digging networks of tunnels, piling up snow, and making snow balls for the inevitable confrontation with the girls and the parents. It all seemed so simple back then because it was. Life did not really ask a lot out of little kid me, and my imagination and creativity flourished because of it. Its weird for me to think that there are kids who never got to play in the snow because they didn't have any, because seriously this stuff is the shit. I'll probably be bitching about it when its still here in March but right now, I am well pleased.

Only at the sheffield house...

can you be grounded from working out,

can you get in trouble for doing homework,

can you be grounded for attempting to speak your mind

can you hear a 9 year old asking if he looks fat

can you trip over a 200 year old dog who gets lost in the house he's lived in his whole life

can you get in trouble for leaving out dishes after dinner

can you be accused of not being productive when you leave the house at 5 30 am and get back at 930 pm

can you be expected to text your every location and plan despite the fact you are now old enough to go to a strip club

can you find 5 of the strangest white people youve ever met

can you find parents who incorrectly pronounce names and places just to piss you off

can you find the fattest cat youve ever seen

can you find enough food to turn the kenyan track team obese

can you find enough love to change the world

Welcome back

So, i begin again, the art of blogging to the public. this post here is about a collection of things that i want to talk about relating to the public.

Public transportation? well it sucks here in indiana , i think we should say fuck busses and make a bunch of like air taxi hot air balloon type things, to declutter the road ways and use less fossil fuels because theyll be electrically and solar powered. it will be sick

just you wait

Public Displays of Affection? always gross never okay unless the couple commmiting sed action is like model status both ways, then its not as bad, but again thats just me

public libraries? more often than not, they smell like mildew and are filled with creepy glasses wearing people who make you feel sorta nervous whenever they happen to look at you

One of my weirdest experiences in public happened in a library actually, I was in this library in 8th grade, and working at a computer, and theres this old dude next to me logging into myspace and i was thinking to myself, aww thats cool he has a myspace until he logs in

and its all pink and the profile picture is of like this 14 year old girl and i was like AHHH

and got up and left.

sChOOL stuff

So I just watched this sick video that my friend Ari Stoner posted on his facebook profile. It was pretty interesting and its about how school is largely incorrect in the way its trying to teach us things, yeah i mean it was a lot of complaining and not a lot of suggested changes, but all in all i thought it was really interesting.

heres the link to it, i hope it works, you should totally watch it its really interesting, reminds me alot of my class time last year with ms. haffley my english teacher from junior year.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zDZFcDGpL4U

we talked about a lot of similar things, about how the conventional methods of education only work for a small percentage of people. I know first hand about that being somebody who has been diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity DISORDER. The thing that pisses me off the most is that scientists and researchers and human pathology experts are actually narrow-minded enough to assume that they understand what my brain should function like when there are more possible neuron connections in the human brain than there are stars in our universe. I cannot stand being medicated, because although it brings me what others perceive to stability and conventionality, there is a certain amount of identity theft that happens in the process. I oftentimes feel like the only acceptable me, is the one thats taking 9 pills a day. If God created me to be just the way I am, like my parents have always told me, then why am I being medicated for being unconventional?

Good golly

well its certainly been a while since ive done this, and since i only have six followers, i doubt that anyone will notice anyway, its more of a journal than a blog. but thats beside the point,

onward i steam, into the unknown....

but seriously

the movie im working on right now for film and video class is about this total slacker named ben, who has this girlfriend that gets kidnapped by this transdimensional villain. Ben is then forced to travel backwards and forwards through time and across the strings of reality to try and find his way out of the new confusing reality that he is tangled up in, and hopefully get his girlfriend back and convince her that he isnt a total loser.

im really excited about it.

Also today is black friday. im hanging out with one of my best friends today, and i have no idea what to do with her.....for some reason i thought that typing this post would help give me some idea of what i want to do. but alas and alack i have NADA ZIP ZERO ZILCH ideas.

fuck.

So i got this crazy idea

That a way to solve the worlds problems with overpopulation, overcrowding, pollution, and unawareness about the oceans environmental plight is this, BUILD AN ISLAND OUT OF TRASH AND PUT PEOPLE ON IT, so this little island is more like a giant raft right? And it just sorta floats around in the ocean, and whenever people see trash, they just jump off the floating island city thing, and add it onto the island somewhere you know? And youre prolly thinking, where do they get clean water, well theyre floating on the friggin ocean, and so not only are there going to be sophisticated gutters that filter and collect rainwater for use, but also there will be an area of the island with a machine that removes the salt from the water and sells it as genuine sea salt, as a way for the island to make money. Residents just tie up boats to the edges of it right, and pull it around if a storm is coming their way, and if it gets really out of hand they can just load up the boats and leave, and come back when the storms gone and patch up the damage,

...just an idea...

i apologize

i apologize first off for the tardiness of this post, i know i havent devoted real time to this blog in a while and i hope that you will take the incredible rambling and matt themed nature of this one as an apology. its been a long snow day and the fact that im just now getting to this shows exactly how well i am at prioritizing and time management.

However i digress

first off ive been wanting to post something about this for a while, and that is

my top 25 turn ons and turn offs in females. if you know me, you know that i do love girls a large amount, maybe too much sometimes, so females if you are in fact reading this blog which is doubtful i must admit take due notice and correct yo self before you wreck yo self

turn offs

1. weird hands

2. hair thats really short

3. bad teeth

4. lack of intelligence

5. bad sense of humor or just doesnt get mine- as in if youre too serious, or dont know how to laugh at yourself and others and

6. only communicates through texting

7. texts in the middle of a conversation

8. if shes a redneck...

9. too nice, you have to have alittle bit of naughtiness in you somewhere ahah

10. bad kisser- pretty much a deal breaker

11. snobby

12. racist

13. out of shape, a little extra is ok if its well distributed but i mean, you can only go so far....

14. bad smile

15. enjoys making fun of people and starting drama

16. attention whore, i like to pay attention to you, just not all the time

17. clingy, another deal breaker, idk why, a lil clingy is cute dont over do it or FATALITY

18. says "like" and "uh" all the time

19. always texts you with mullllltiiiiippllllleeee leettterrrrsssssss, really fucking annoying

20. bad grades. i cant do dumb, sorry,

21. smokes tobacco, no go sorry

22. not a deep person, if i cant go from talking about the weather to talking about our feelings without being awkward, then youve got a problem,

23. not a risk taker, thats just lame, no one likes a square

24. doesnt like to party, see 23.

25. parties too much, there is a limit ladies.

Turn ons

1. pretty smile

2. nice laugh

3. cute mannerisms, like the way you look at me when you talk, the way you act, etc

4. intelligent, awesome if i can discuss life and philosophical shit with you,

5. in good shape, im active and always doing stuff so you have to be able to keep up

6. bubbly, i love when you have lots of energy

7. good sense of humor, if you can just smile at half the crazy shit i do and not judge me

8. likes to party, if you like to party we're gonna hit it off at least a little bit

9. good taste in music, if you like a lot of interesting music, thats great,

10. if you can swim, thats good, i love the water so you better love it too

11. likes to do stuff, im not the type to sit around doing nothing all the time

12. romantic in private and even in public

13. good kisser

14. knows what her good assets are and how to show them off

15. not jealous when girls flirt with me, you gotta have the confidence that im gonna choose you beacuse then, i will.

16. if you can sing hammana hammana hammana

17. pretty eyes, doesnt matter what color, if i catch my breath when i look at you

you gots it goin on

18. funny

19. good taste in food

20. likes to look like we're a couple

21. brags about me

22. compliments me even thoug i deny it i still like it

23 tells me how she feels about stuff and doesnt play any weird ass mind games

24. puts as much into it as i do. haha no pun intended

25. fun

IM in a rap war

Yes, you read that correctly, i have just declared rap war upon a classmate of mine. Already the fighting has been vicious, both sides tearing it up. Im workin on my next flow and before i go public with this, i figure i might as well draft it here,

If you guys know of anyone who might want to provide me with a beat i can rap to in my response, you will be tagged and featured in my response vid.

aight gq here goes nothin

askin me to accept defeat

man u must reallythink ur somethin

no you cant stop me

cuz there is no mercy

call me terminator cuz im killin this beat see

runnin flows so slow i thought you was kyle ridlen

i thought you said that you was sraight killin

when you gonna realize no one takes u seriously

and everytime you leave the room

class's laughin at your rap dreams

u can say stuff about som a ma old relationships

but at least i got a browsin history

urs dont even exist

ctrl alt delete i see your face freezin

expression of terror

cuz your time to shine is fleein

u aint reppin a hood dude more like the tim boldt

hangin with them freshman man

you fit right in of course

simply put youre too small

got cut from the squad so you play intramural ball

i dont know if you notice but nobodys trying

lose one of your games you look like you bout ta start crying

hang wit dirty ron so much i can smell the stink for miles

honestly your lamer than friggin mr giles

aight D maybe you can walk the walk

but i call u movie for a blind kid cuz

u all talk

Nothin you can say to me is a bit intimidatin

maybe its because youre right hand is the only one youve been datin

for alla high school

now who looks like the fool

im in learnin center man

whats your frickin excuse

For walkin round the school

lookin like you got o downs

with ya pants on the ground, hat turned sideways

think you a cool cat

rest of us like fuck that

the value of your words to me is like pesos to dollars

takes hundreds of yours to equal a few of my words

people so impressed by my raps

that i got em playin this shit back

just so that they can memorize my track

you just make the girls laugh but i make them scream

you just an everyday guy, im every girls dream

My metaphors are so incredible

so sweet youd think theyre edible

Matt the Iron sheff baby

middle name noble

and its perfect to describe me

how else would you explain the greatness

that obviously comes so naturally

Shoutout to the Lord God for answerin my prayers

and shoutout to my homies because they always there

shoutout to my momma for puttin me on this earth

and shoutout to my dad for teachin me what im worth

shout out to you GQ well more like a thank you

for allowing me to demonstrate my rappin prowess on you

hrm.

Well just got back from an interesting day out. I went out to lunch with a few friends, and end up watching American Psycho and discussing God and my life at one of their houses. Funny how things work. Now im sitting in my room writing this incredibly interesting and also pitifully irrelevant post while trying to block out the noise from the room below (if you dont know what that means, you really dont want to) anyhow, back to the purpose of this post which is to tell the internet what im thinking right now.

Something that im sorta learning in life, is that you never really have those big experiences that change you at times when people are trying to make you change. Almost all of the significant changes that have taken place in my life,have happened during points in time when i was not expecting change, when my mind was completely free of presumptions and expectations about the future. This may not be a funny post, and this may not have the effect i want it to have because ive forgoten what i wanna say about four times now. But i feel like its good that im writing it anyway. If God knows im writing it, if god even cares, im sure he knows what i mean when i say that.

My friend who is also named matt, told me today that we as people have a tendency to put the past on a pedestal and "percieve the past as better than it was think of the present as worse than it is, and think the future is going to be even worse than it will be.

i agree with that, and ill leave this post by saying that, despite the fact that i know god is real

through my own experiences, he weaves me in and out of this tapestry of life in a way that i hate more than anything else and cannot even begin to understand how the god that my church claims exists would make me feel this way. i dont think hes got me predestined for anything. i think im going to control my life, and i think that god gave us all infinite potential to succeed in our own way. I hate the way im woven in right now there are too many knots in my pattern, and im being stretched in a way that i feel like i cannot stretch. Why is god treating me this way? who knows? maybe im gonna do something good when im older and this is all preperation, training, trial to help over come it

This weekend

This weekend was to say the least, interesting. though i didnt really do much of friggin anything, a lot seemed to happen anyways. Quite a perplexing paradox haha. But i digress, adhd makes you do that you know. Friday i ended up chilling out with some friends, some of whom i hadnt seen in forever, some who id seen a couple hours before at school, most of what we did was wait around for other people who never showed up and drove around trying to find things to do, then stayed the night at my buddy colin keas house with alex peacock and we watched zak and miri which is one of the funniest movies ive seen in a long time. Seth Rogan is friggin hilarious, and the comedy in the movie is just so blatant that you sort of sit through the whole movie smiling haha. Saturday i was dead tired, went home and sort of lounged around the house sleeping and eating, and then stayed in with my family and laughed my ass off watchign the colts game, some memorable quotes

me Where in the world are there just two random bath tubs in the middle of a friggin lake, thats not even romantic, thats just weird,

my Grandad: oh you know, thats the magical land where all the men walk around with their pants sticking out really far in the front like tee pees

my grandad "go colts go colts go C O L T E S go colts go

me: mom that was the 17 thousand th time youve said oh my gosh, its getting really really annoying

mom: oh my gosh, im sorry,

me: *sigh...* its ok...

my buddy michael stayed the night and we played halo till around 2 then woke up sunday morning and went to church, which we arrived like normal 20 minutes late to(just in time to sing a hymn and hear the sermon)

beat the crap out of north central in lacrosse, plans fell through for that night so i stayed home and watched the hilarious inglorius basterds by myself. Partyyyy

now im here

Crazy Stuff

If I myself am here, then according to string theory(at least my understanding of it) so is everyone else because we are all connected at a subatomic level by subatomic particles whos movement we think we cannot see because it is too rapid but it actually is in fact the "plucking" or movement of these subatomic particles that intermesh to create an instrument that plays the music of our lives past present and future. In my opinion if string theory is in fact true it gives rise to some incredible ideas about collective consciousness and might even explain why mass prayer, collective thought, or large group mood or attitude seems to effect the reality around it. I believe God created our universe by weaving these subatomic strings that carry on infinitely into past and future into a sort of tapestry that we inhabit. If we were in fact in a tapestry of interwoven subatomic particles, i think we can then compare prayer and collective thought and mood to being just like when you pull on fabric in a shirt and the surrounding area of the shirt is pulled along with the piece you have in your hand and then you let go and a ripple is created on the fabric.

More simply put i think God made the universe infinitely connected to itself so that we can in fact change the very make up and out come of our existance through prayer and collective thought. ponder that.....

being bored

I have nothing that i want to do right now, i have plenty of things i could do, but none of them are truly appealing to me and my brain . I just in this mental state of dread for school tomorow, because I've slacked off too much in semesters past and now, this semester I have to fully apply myself. POOP. And to top it all off, I have writers block, so really this post is just a collection of my frustration thats sitting in my head. I hate writing things that I know are bad, but I cannot help but post this because its an accurate representation of whats going through my mind right now. An accurate representation of the first levels of my thinking, because if I were to go into the deeper levels of stuff, this blog would lose the FUN FACTOR, and probably become this place of melo dramatic statements and rhetorical questions that would be more lame to read than the Twilight series. Hold on, idea ok so, sometimes when i have writers block, a technique i can use to make it go away is just typing literally everythought that comes into my head as a way to expell the blocking thoughts from my mind, sorta like when you feel bloated and your stomach hurts and then you have a huge fart and you feel better.

Here goes nothing

im really bad at typing, those little red lines under all my typos are incredibly annoying, i hate distractions, girls are distractions, i cant stop thinking about them though, they cloud so much of my thinking, blah blah blah, da da da dum da all around the world like lala la la, you ever think about how cartoons are really all the same thing at the beginning of their time on tv except with different characters? you know what i hate is when people just leave random mean comments on your stuff like on facebook or w/e, idk, i mean its good though because i can grow from it, jack and the bean stalk, i meant the jolly green giant, adhd is perfect for creating random thoughts like this, i seriously cannot stop spelling words wrong, does anyone else think that driving tests are too easy? i think that they shouldnt raise the age to get your license, just make the tests to get them harder, because honestly in high school people really need a license yo, yo yo diggity dog, i hate when parents try and sound ghetto, even if its as a joke, especially if its as a joke, butler bulldogs, i dont really liek dogs, you know what forget spelling things right im just gonna type nand not go back to worsd that i mispelled, boldly going where no mans gone before exploring the recesses of the human mind.

If its epic memories you want...

then it is epic memories you will get, in fact i think i will dedicate these next few post to looking back at some of my more interesting moments in my past.

i have decided to create a list, of epic happenings, incredibly funny moments, defining statements, and things that im pretty sure no one would be able to duplicate in my life

for some reason this came to me first as i lay on my bed on this monday morning

1. nick bognanno, interesting character nick...known the guy since pre kindergarten when him, and i and my friend seus (who just so happened to be the only black kid in my pre k class) would get into fist fights about Magic School bus books which we affectionately dubbed "coaches"

as we got older, we sorta became good friends, we hung out a lot at his place which was on geist back before it was a nuclear wasteland so we did geisty things like tubing and such, then in 6th grade our friendship got put to the test when he went out with my secret but not so secret childhood crush shelby, alas, those were not good days for me. i felt terrible and sorta hated nick

but then i realized

i didnt care, and so i just made fun of him for his odd clothing which was a cross between "hood wigger" and preppy and produced some of the funniest combinations i have ever seen, like a pair of camoflague cargo shorts that were so long they were literally capri pants, his spear like nipples which protruded an inch from his chest, and his odd mullet-esque hair cut.

without realizing it, i have completely dedicated this post to nick bognanno, oh well

Waking up in the morning

What follows is the exchange that took place when my dad woke me up this morning to go to church, many such exchanges take place on the mornings when he wakes me up.

Dad: Matt Come on, you have 2o minutes

Me: Dad shut up!

Dad: No you shut up.

Me: Stop being a jerk!

Dad: youre being a jerk.

Me: Good.

Dad:Fine.

Me from under the protective sheilding of my blankets: You cant just come into a guys room unannounced, walk around like you own the place, and tell him he has to get up. Its just plain rude.

Dad: Its a mirror

Me: what does that even mean

Dad: I DONT KNOW but you HAVE to get up

Me: Fine BUT IM NOT WEARING KHAKI PANTS!

Dad: GOOD

Me: FINE

ahhhh intelligent father son banter at its finest

Crying in movies

Its happened to all of us, you get into a movie, and you really connect with the story line, the characters, the everything. And the dramatic points in the movie really get you, you know? they just sorta tug on your heart strings, and then the tears come.

Me though, its an entirely different animal, it could be any movie, and it doesn't always make sense either, i mean, King Kong, great movie, action packed, creepy, intense, well done with special effects etc. End of the movie though, when the big ape is swatting fruitlessly at the planes as they pump him full of bullets and the ladys all NOOOOO

I WAS WEEPING

whats the dealio? my dog skip? everybody crys in my dog skip right? wrong, not me. nope not even a little.

star wars III

weeping... i dont get it, not at all. maybe im just broken as far as crying. I dont know maybe not. when i went to see marley and me, i cried so much my shirt was wet when i left the theater.

p.s. i love you, i wasnt even crying.... what is the deal folks, im bout to ask dr. google. on this shit.

i did cry during the note book though??

The inaugural Post

This is in fact my first blog post, happy happy, nice nice, hip hip huzzah! I hope you all are as excited for this as I am because in fact, unlike my school blog for english class, or a twitter account, there are very few rules or regulations to follow on blogs, and I have full freedom to post about whatever I wish to post about. Its my own little place in cyber space where you can learn the incredible happenings of my life, why i think my family should have its own tv show, and why i am in fact one of the greatest rappers alive.

Being that this is in fact my very first post on what I hope will be a successful blog, I will take this opportunity to tell you about myself. A good word to describe me is large. My mouth is large, my feet are large, my heart is large, I am large in terms of height being that I am around six two, my arms are large and they make it hard to find dress shirts that fit, as do my large lanky legs make it hard to find pants that are long enough for my UNlarge waist. I have a large taste in music, that encompasses everything from folk to funk, from rap to rock, from alternative, to classical. I don't go for one of those stupid ass little "scene" things and I dress how I want, somedays my pants are tight, some days theyre baggy. In accordance with this, I dont try to act like a certain type of person so if youre going to give me a label make it, matt sheffield and nothing else because i am not a jock even though im a tri varsity athlete in cross country swimming and lacrosse, im not a music kid because i listen to all sorts of music and know a lot about it, nor am i a stoner or a partier or a wigger or any other thing you could think of to call me, i am uniquely me.

I love doing accents and voices and consider it a specialty of mine and also, I love to talk, big surprise right? yes i'm sure if you know me this is like one of those ridiculous sample questions at the beginning of the SAT that are much too easy and incredibly repetitive but nonetheless, rather than waste my time filling out a profile, i thought id just do this. SO enjoy this post, enjoy this blog, enjoy my life.

Deuces