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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