tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60462932011-04-21T15:25:41.857-07:00"I like nonsense...It wakes up the brain cells" ~Dr. SuessJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comBlogger1201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1098678422302001312004-10-24T21:12:00.000-07:002004-10-24T21:27:02.303-07:00

Well, for those of you who don't like hearing about other people's parties and having a good time. Stop now. Read no further. In fact, by reading the "Read no further part", you've already read past the Stop and will probably continue to read until it is too late. There is no hope for you. The rest of you... Pary on. So last night we had another raging party. All day was rain off and on,

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This entry is going to be nothing but complaining. If you wish to continue, consider yourself aptly warned. If you do not wish to continue, I would suggest www.homestarrunner.com as something a bit more light-hearted and fun. Now, down to business... As most of you know, I am a member of a program with the Navy. Part of this program talks about leadership. Every week we're supposed to send

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"Y'all ain't gonna see a hearse with a luggage rack." These are merely a few words to live life by. Live this life we got till it won't let us live anymore. Money, time, school, everything is for not if we aren't living it up at the same time. You'll never take "stuff" to the grave with you. Money won't mean anything. All you're going to have is memories of the good times. That was my

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With all the hustle and the bustle of the busy life of a college student (Hey, quit laughing...) I have managed to neglect my readers of something of interest. If you figure out what's missing let me know... I can fortell nothing. Its 1030 in the morning on a cold, over-cast, windy, choppy day and we may in fact still be going out on Fowler's boat. Its a sweet little flat bottom river boat

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Hey hey crazy campers! Well, some new stuff in the stuff department. If'n school starts to get you down, you attended one of the Florida St. Shenanagan Shindigs, or merely want to see the coolest place in V-town to go and hang out... crazyclarks.blogspot.com. This site is going to be in a state of change as we move to update it with new cool pictures from recent parties as well as make some

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Okay, so anyone who knows me, knows of my love of cars and most things automobile. I say most things because I cannot stretch my love for four wheels and an engine to encompass import cars and some other domestic cars, as well as most to all new cars. So basically, I could say I have an affinity for the finer things in life... An open road in the back woods rolling country side of God's

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So I finally did it people. I swallowed my pride, tucked my tail, and hauled my truck off to Midas. I know I know...I can hear everyone going, "what's wrong with that?" But I don't need someone else to wrench on the Green Lantern. So here's the plan... I pay the 20 bucks for them to inspect the whole thing and the brakes entirely for me. Then...If machine work is needed (i.e. the brake

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I want to formally appologize for subjecting you, my reader, to the perils of my mind. This should not ever happen. Most mental capacities cannot handle the simplicity of my thoughts or the way I try to live life. Who the Hell am I kidding? I don't live a simple life. Honestly people, anyone who knows the truth knows how many different lives I lead because I have to. So for now, I'm going

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Yes people, this is going to be an entry with some, albeit a little, feeling to it. I know it is not common, but hey... Variety keeps people on their toes. Have you ever had that feeling for someone that they could completely make your day with the mere thought of them? The kind of people who can turn you into a complete puddle of mush when they are having a bad day and you cannot help them.

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Simple Words = Simple Life Every question’s got an answer. Every problem’s got a fix. There’s a time and place for everything And somethings always gotta give. Sometimes you’re right, but most times you’ll be wrong. And you’ll be eating your own words before too long. Don’t judge a book by its cover. Don’t put all your eggs in one basket. Don’t play with fire you’ll get burned. Just some

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Okay people, I just realized that nobody has seen grades for last semester. So here they are... I had 30 units, 12 classes, and pulled a GPA of 3.58. Yeah buddy! That's about all I have to say about that. I was going to go through my classes and list 'em all individually, but decided that my 6 A's, 5 B's, and one ungraded class didn't need to be listed. MUAHAHAHA!!! Here's to being one

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So walking around this morning I realized just how different life is now than it used to be. When someone says "High Risk" what is the first thing that comes to mind? For me, its jumping off a bridge, or rally racing a car around a dirt road expecting somebody to be coming from the other way at any time. But that is not the context that high risk was used this morning. These people were

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So anyone who knows me at all knows my love of country music, and my ability to wear nothing but blue jeans and t-shirts unless required by school or the Navy. Yesterday was another delicious delve into my southern roots in America. With the gumby-green truck parked in the drive-way, jacked up with one wheel off, I was sittin in a wifebeater and blue jeans with a rattle-can of black spray paint

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1095022430101280252004-09-12T13:41:00.000-07:002004-09-14T21:39:29.986-07:00

Big truck slidin’ easy ‘round that bend Foot through the floor board, runnin’ with a friend. Wanted for havin’ way too much fun, It ain’t over till you say its done. Devil’s on your tailgate, good luck and god speed. You gotta get away ‘fore the Devil does his deed. Good luck and god speed, life goes on this way. Just gotta stand on it so he can’t catch up today. It’s a fight to the finish,

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For those of you who attended our little hoopla gala last night... You'll need no reasoning behind the stories. I would like to say that me and my three room-mates threw one fahkin HELL of a party! If you only knew what went on... I can't even say it all. The fact that two kegs were chained to a tree in our backyard with TIRE CHAINS! oughta speak a little. The police were only called three

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1094541504252952052004-09-06T23:56:00.000-07:002004-09-07T00:18:24.253-07:00

So every house must have someone who cleans up after everyone (and doesn't mind too much), knows where everything is, and is there for people right? Right? RIGHT? So I guess I am this so called House Mom. I didn't start the day that way. I started it out all rugged and manly. Attempting to make my truck go all the way to the gas station on virtually empty. As I swung it up into the station

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1088367411450673882004-06-27T12:39:00.000-07:002004-06-27T13:16:51.450-07:00

I've always lived by the maxim "Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional." So a little over a year ago, my best friends tied the knot. This is one of those "growing up" events. Of course, I was there for both of them when it got ridiculously hard, but since then... There hasn't been a single problem between them. They are the picture perfect couple. And now... A year later... I'm

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I'm tired of chasing my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they are going and meet up with them later. ~Mitch Hedberg Today was a good day. I did a whole lot of nothing and managed to get nothing accomplished. Watched some flicks, chatted it up on the 'ol computer, and attempted to pack my stuff for a two month summer cruise. Do you have any idea how hard it is to pack enough stuff to

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"I wasn't drunk in publick. I was drunk in bar. THEY threw me into publick." ~Ron "Tater Salad" White. Okay, for those of you who haven't seen Blue Collar Comedy Tour. It is a must see. I was up visiting my friends Mike and Paula while on my way up to Nor Cal on an expedition to showcase my truck and see some friends like Steve-O among others. (Sorry to the "others", Steve-O was bitchin'

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1088192804747559862004-06-25T11:33:00.000-07:002004-06-25T12:46:44.746-07:00

To summarize the events of this summer thus far would be the unintentional demise of a great story. There is no way to capture all the memories and stories that stemmed from my 3 weeks in Japan. I banked a good 15 hours of flight time. This may not seem like much to the average individual. But the people who were leaving as I got there only had 2.5 hours of flight time. And that was at the

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1086398245831715692004-06-04T18:12:00.000-07:002004-06-04T18:17:25.830-07:00

This one is for my lil' bro. Yes, he hasn't been my little brother for years...I get most of my clothes as hand-me-ups from the guy, but he's graduating in the next few days on the 10th. What a great time that'll be. I just wanted to say what an awesome guy he's been and how fortunate I've been to have him as a younger bro. Best of luck with the future chief!

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So here's what has been going on in the last few weeks for me. I am currently beyond broke. My monetary reserves are in the neon pink range quickly moving towards non-existant with every penny I spend. I recently purchased a 1992 GMC Sonoma SLE long bed V-6 pickup truck. Thats right people. The Civic treated me well... But it is time to kick it in gear with my awesome ass truck. Such a

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1084586787600230132004-05-14T18:53:00.000-07:002004-05-14T19:06:27.600-07:00

Pipe Dream: (pIp dreem)N. - A fantastic but vain hope. So I finally sack up and tell my old man I'm lookin' at a truck. I'm halfway through and he turns away and says, "Nothing but pipe dreams. You have nothing but pipe dreams" and walks off. I was listening to the radio at work today and a song comes on with the lyrics sayin' something along the lines of "how is someone supposed to keep

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1084505172183895622004-05-13T19:55:00.000-07:002004-05-13T20:26:12.183-07:00

So it's as good as written in stone. I'm going to be joining a squadron in Japan for this summer. I (barely) passed the swim qual. I don't know what it is about trying to tread water for two minutes in full flight gear (Harness, helmet, flighsuit, gloves, g-suit, steel-toe boots) that I cannot manage the first try. But when I try for the second time it is much easier and I'm much more relaxed

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So it's been an entire week since school has let out. Have I done anything? You bet your ass I have. I have sucessfully driven more miles in a week than most truckers; totalling out at 2300+ miles. I have managed to visit many friends, work this last weekend, watch a basketball game a friend's house, went line dancing at the G-rad, and sucessfully completed my physical for the Navy. So I

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1083904298827042612004-05-06T21:31:00.000-07:002004-05-06T21:36:06.093-07:00

So I got my grades, they have been released at a predetermined undisclosed location. They are DAMN good! Booyah! Plant Operations III - B+ (Can I fix it? Yes I can! Send me your broken ship and we'll fix it) Manufacturing Processses - A (Can you make something from nothing? I can.) Mechanical/Material Lab - B+ (Can

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1083707419991626802004-05-04T14:50:00.000-07:002004-05-04T14:54:10.106-07:00

After much time saying good-bye to old friends and new friends, I ventured home again. Its always hard leaving the company of the people I spend 8 months out of the year with. Some of those people may in fact be gone forever. But that is no reason to be sad. They are carrying on with their lives as everyone must as they move through the stages of life. So I've been home two days now.

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1083213115709298812004-04-28T21:31:00.000-07:002004-04-28T21:36:11.966-07:00

Have you ever wondered why people turn out the way they do? Products of their environments is a strong argument to make. Take for instance...Me. I have no faith in my abilities to do...well, anything. So normally I just go for it, if I fail, meh, oh well, I'll try again. If I suceed, rock on! So in this trial and error method to life, I made a huge error last summer. Needless to say, 2nd

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1083174964653110322004-04-28T10:56:00.000-07:002004-04-28T11:04:58.140-07:00

WOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!! I am DONE with school! That's right people! All that bitchin', moanin', grindin', and everything has finally paid off! I just got out of my last final and am currently dancing around my small little dorm-room in a good-bye dance. This is the last time I'll be spending the night on campus. For next fall I will be off campus in a house with a bunch o' friends. Which'll be

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1082970804043316332004-04-26T02:13:00.000-07:002004-04-26T02:17:36.716-07:00

So not only is it ridiculously hot in my room right now, I have to sit being eaten alive by these little pesky sons-o-bitches they call mosquitoes. Those mothers have taken over my room. Its hard to just sit without a shirt on without gettin' a few bites all over. So tonight, we struck back. We being me and my trusty fly swatter. Thas right, me an my swatter went to town in an effort to

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"You take the high road And I'll take the low road Yes Sometimes I wish I didn't know now The things I didn't know then And give me something to believe in" Today has been an all-around interesting day. After a random road-trip to Davis, to just turn around and come back to school, I basically did nothing until this morning when I got up and took a final. Perhaps I could have studied more for

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1082754647562624582004-04-23T14:10:00.000-07:002004-04-23T14:14:56.826-07:00

Since someone FINALLY decided they wanted to put down that they will black-mail me if I don't post a reply, I have put up the answers to the riddles from many moons ago. You can find them if you click the comments button.

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Call me Matt. As I commence the story of my last few days, we must begin the adventure 3 years ago. It was a spring day such as this in a small town in the middle of no-where. Finals were coming up within a month or so and College applications were due. So in my small town, middle of no-where mind, I decided I wanted to go to a small school. Flash-forward... As I commence the last few days

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1082581140837231572004-04-21T13:59:00.000-07:002004-04-21T14:03:06.653-07:00

You ever done something you thought was right? Yeah, but afterwards it didn't seem so right? Yeah, its been one of them weeks. So... Bleh. Drop a line if you people actually read this thing? I don't think anyone does so I may just stop writing it. I don't think more'n one person actually cares anyway.

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1082166330524361232004-04-16T18:45:00.000-07:002004-04-16T18:49:30.123-07:00

Its been one of those weeks. I will spare you the recounts of failure that have spotted this week like the black stripes on white zebras. Yes, zebras are white with black stripes in case you didn't know. I have found comfort in oldies and Comedy Central. This weekend holds plans for watching a movie tonight, going for a run in the morning, followed by flight testing, followed by parties in

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Wish I may Wish I might Have this I wish tonight Are you satisfied? Dig for gold Dig for fame You dig to make your name Are you pacified? All the wants you waste All the things you’ve chased Then it all crashes down And you break your crown And you point your finger, but there’s no one around Just want one thing Just to play the king But the castle’s crumbled and you’re left with just a name

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1081451426796966382004-04-08T12:10:00.000-07:002004-04-08T12:14:15.340-07:00

Have you ever wanted to just go back and start things over? Do things the right way the first time, "know then what you know now"? Today is one of those days. I don't want to go to Berkeley for my Navy deal today. I don't want to be a Mechanical Engineer today, hell, I don't even want to be in school right now. There are people graduating in three weeks. They have paid their dues to this

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1081148025493449942004-04-04T23:53:00.000-07:002004-04-04T23:57:28.606-07:00

Well people, its official. My bank accounts are both cruising in the Blue. Its what happens when they hit the red and then hold your breath while hoping they both don't zero out. I have invested in a brand new laptop. No more will I be able to make useless entries about how I had to spend a week without being able to watch a single DVD. Or how I couldn't do a lot of work because the entire

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1080982725253982272004-04-03T01:05:00.000-08:002004-04-03T01:05:14.576-08:00

Well people, I have finally felt the straw that broke the camel's back. After attempting to download a program that would let me read Cd's written on my internal drive in my external drive. Long story short, it damn near crashed my system and I was reduced to nothing with merely a keystroke. I could do nothing on the computer without it completely crashing. It was like, e-mail.....loading

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1080898438833535292004-04-02T01:33:00.000-08:002004-04-02T01:37:38.356-08:00

Do you see what happens when you put me in front of a computer with no DVD player, no CD's, no TV, no homework, nobody around, nowhere to go, and nothing better to do? Do you see that? This is more proof of how bored I really am. Bleh. Double bleh really.

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1080725351956070812004-03-31T01:29:00.000-08:002004-03-31T01:32:48.763-08:00

We'll start you easy (a.k.a. Even I got this one...): Given: A man was building a house when it collapsed all around him. He wasn't injured or upset, and he calmly started to rebuild it. What was going on? Hints: Although he constructed it with great care, the man thought that the house might fall down. He didn't intend that he or anyone else live in the house. Answer: Are you

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1080117887147823102004-03-24T00:44:00.000-08:002004-03-24T00:48:14.170-08:00

So here's a story, and a damn funny one at that! So my room-mate (who is hardly ever here) was not here again. Anthony came over to meet up so we could go down and wrestle and brought a little friend along too. She had to be the most perfect woman I've ever seen. Nice perky round... eyes. She was also inflated to 25 psi. HAHAHA That's right people! She's inflatable! So we stick this

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1080066036570665972004-03-23T10:20:00.000-08:002004-03-23T10:24:02.936-08:00

Oh yes! I love this crap! HAHAHAH!!! LOVE IT! No, actually I don't. Not at all. If anyone would like to see the worlds first flying computer, stop by my room RIGHT NOW! It may not fly, but it sure as Hell will be falling with style. So I go to watch the movie and it starts to play. So I step out for just a second and come back in and the infernal machine has stopped. This is me

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1080064697572898822004-03-23T09:58:00.000-08:002004-03-23T10:01:44.216-08:00

In this case, the "S" is for Stupid. Which is exactly what this damnable machine I call my computer is. Again the CD problem has reared its ugly head, and this time, I weilded the sword of repair in its face. Before I could strike the problem down with a glancing blow, it jumped back into whatever hole it had sprung forth from the bowels of the earth. Okay people, now that the problem's been

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1079901467727160622004-03-21T20:59:00.000-08:002004-03-22T08:47:24.810-08:00

As the gentle hand of nature rocked me to sleep Friday night, I couldn't help but feel completely myself again. The ship had been out all day, as we were brought out to meet her I was ecstatic to be there. Many people complained that this was a waste of time, which it was most definitely being as I learned nothing new, but that feel of being out to sea again. Several had a hard time finding

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This morning started at 5 for me and everyone else here at school. I'm not sure how many of you have heard the infamy of our school to have the fire-alarms pulled. This morning, we awoke to people talking and yelling, the fire-alarms going off, and it being the ass-crack of dawn. So my room-mate and I jumped out of bed as people began shouting "Fire!" The dorms were on fire down the way. It

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Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Maraud and embezzle, and even highjack, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's

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"If you don't get in the water, you're never gonna learn to swim... Life is made for you to live The best love is the love that you give..." ~"Grandpa Told Me So" by Kenny Chesney Not sure why I'm typing that, but its whats blasting out the computer speakers at present. It seems that my computer is working fine these last few days. Guess it doesn't hate me as much as it used

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HAHAHAHA!!! The day is mine! Despite my complete lack of working out, 150% unhealthy diet, and without trying, I have managed to lose 6 pounds. I now weigh in at a startling 150 lbs. Yes! Well, I could lose a little more...So I'm going to. So in an attempt to get back in shape (feeble but an attempt no-the-less) I went swimming tonight. Bleh. I cannot beleive how hard swimming is. Don't

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Well people, for those of you who put up with my crazed car-madness, which was rightfully acceptable mind you given that it was a dream car, you have reached the end of it. The car has eluded my grasps despite my best efforts. Yes, I am definitely in a state of shocked depression. However, the cool iced tea and support of a couple people will probably get me through it. Yeah, thats right, he

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Technology and I, we have it all worked out. I hate it, it hates me more. That's all there is to it. So now that my digital camera is on its way back again (they sent one that was either broken, or it decided to break before I took it out of the box), I'm quite frustrated. We have the formal tomorrow and I was hoping to be able to take some pictures. I guess nobody but people there will see

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Somtimes a dream grabs a-hold of you and won't let you go. This is what has happened to me. I want this Duster so bad I can almost feel it in my everyday life. As I climb behind the wheel of the 'ol Civic this afternoon, I cannot help but feel the flood of memories pour over me. The feel of the seats, the sound the motor made. As I wheeled my car around the first of many corners, I drop it

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So since it is said that good things happen to good people, I can only hope that I may be considered a good person and my turn for a good thing is up. I have found my dream car. That's right people, I have located the 1973 Plymouth Duster to right down the road. To say I have my hopes up is an understatement. It has consumed almost every thought throughout class all day long. I yearn to feel

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So after reloading my computer yesterday, I am going through the same process again today. It appears that I am an utter failure when it comes to technology. Yes, it seems as though my computer has feelings too... It abhors me as much as I hate it. Bleh. However, nothing could really douse the high-spirits and high hopes that inherently come with being close to a dream. Current Mood: I

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Have you ever had that feeling of trouble looming somewhere in the distance? This feeling has been with me the last few days and the storm clouds appear to be moving in. There's no real explanation, and I'm not sure what to say about it. Everyone around me seems to be getting depressed. Its almost as though I hit a low and everyone else did the same. So, in true Matt-fashion, I am deciding

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1077880437212514692004-02-27T03:13:00.000-08:002004-02-27T03:16:49.000-08:00

What Finding Nemo Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla

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If people only knew the Hell that others go through on a daily basis. The comment I recieved this evening merely reflected that feeling. "Wow, you look better than you did last semester." Yes! I'm glad I don't look like ass 24-7! Just 23.999 - 7. Granted, last semester I would get minimal amounts of sleep and still manage to survive. I am again torturing my body and mind much past the

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So in my last random ramblings entry, I told you one of the 2 motivating poems. This time, I shall include the other two, yes, 1 +2 does equal the 2 motivating poems. Here goes... The Charge of the Light Brigade Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!" "Charge for the guns!" he said: Into the valley of

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So it's Saturday afternoon, I'm watching girls line dance on top of a bar. If you've seen Coyote Ugly, you know what I'm talkin' about. If not, watch it, good flick, someday I may even have my own Irish pub with country night. So its time to leave, we're heading out to San Jose for a little party. So Kelly is driving me and some buddies down so we can have a good time, this is a rare occasion

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1077354009551726832004-02-21T01:03:00.000-08:002004-02-21T01:04:27.280-08:00

As a few of you know, I now have a new edition to my arsenal of alter-egos. His name is "Matt". Some have heard the story of a friend of mine who called me Matt for two years without me even noticing. There may be a reason behind it, but who knows. Needless to say, he realized my name wasn't Matt, but now continues to call me that for fun. So "Matt" has taken on a very positive upbeat

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1077352952124443122004-02-20T23:33:00.000-08:002004-02-21T01:06:27.246-08:00

*WARNING* ~ I wrote this yesterday and saved it...I don't know if it is done or not...But I'm done with it so I hope it makes sense. What is it that makes people do what they do? Why do some people go out of their way for other people. Much time is invested in some ideas that may never even make it off the paper. Many people fail in their attempts to push things further than ever before.

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1077157584038566212004-02-18T18:26:00.000-08:002004-02-18T18:29:04.233-08:00

As I sit with a far-away glazed over look in my eyes, the distant sound of incessant babble drones on incessantly. Every now and then I catch a bit of a word here and there. "Oil refineries..." "Desk job..." "Calculations..." And on and on and...there I am, sitting at a voluntary function because I have to. Yes, sounds quite awkward right? Well it is. Since I'm an officer of ASME, I had to

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Then it all crashes down And you break your crown And you point your finger But there's no one around Just want one thing Just to play the king But the castle's crumbled And you're left with just a name... ~Metallica, "King Nothing" This one goes out to the people with "guts". That's right... The guts to follow your heart, the guts to do the 'impossible'. I say, 'impossible' because nothing's

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So today is supposed to be a day of romance. Filled with joy and all sorts of other assorted things that have been imposed on us by people for generations. Its all bull. There should be no more love today than any other day, but most certainly there shouldn't be any less. For the world of Clark however, there seems to be a tear in the space-time continueum. Work has officially gotten in the

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1076572256439147342004-02-11T23:50:00.000-08:002004-02-11T23:53:26.840-08:00

So after an incredible weekend of craziness and boarding, I have been forced to trade the fun-card for the work-card. I wish it weren't so. Some things have just been catching me wrong the past couple of days. Maybe its the absolute lack of sleep, maybe its the work load, maybe its the stress that I don't show at all, maybe its just me. Things that would normally not bother me are killing me.

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"Here's to a long life and a merry one. A quick death and an easy one. A pretty girl and an honest one. A cold beer—and another one!" ~Irish Toast What a wonderful way to kick off the weekend. As I recite this toast and clink glasses with friends, I can't help but think of how much fun I'm having just hanging out with people. My friends called me up and said to come on over. In a few hours of

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Eh, I had a lot typed for this entry. I just now clicked delete. It was not up-lifting. It contained no words of encouragement. There was nothing but despair flowing freely. Needless to say, this is my second entry for the night. I have more, but it is still a work in progress...

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Okay party people. As many of you know, I went snowboarding this weekend. Not only did I go for my 3rd time ever, but I went down the black diamond runs of Tahoe. I also landed a 360, attempted a misty flip and a back flip. Landed neither flip, but went for 'em anyway. Needless to say, the details are on the way, but will take some time as many many stories have stemmed from this weekend.

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I sit staring out my window looking as the ships roll past day in and day out. I long to re-join the freedoms of the sea. It has been too long since I have felt its cold breath of mist fall upon my face. Too long since I last saw the sunset over the horizon instead of the hills. There is an inherent loneliness that comes with being at sea, but I don't think that will stop me from going to sea

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One can only have so much good luck and fortune before the tides of life turn again. As I leave my morning class completely covered in grease, yet again, I wonder why it is that I work so hard when others don't. The way this class is set up is so that there is a group of upperclassmen (typically Juniors) and a group of underclassmen (typically Freshman). The upperclass usually has a small

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Guess what party people? After a great many hours of trial and error (much more error than anything) I have succeeded in putting a comments section on my journal. I hope to Heaven that it works. I havne't tried it out yet, but I know the link works. If you want, drop a comment on any of my previous journals. I'll be sure to look and see. HAHAHAH I'm stoked!!! Okay people, I gotta study...I

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Motors and lights Knobs and switches And a 4-wheel drive Runnin' up the road Or crawling across the farm And when they break down I jack 'em up in the yard Pull out my tools My pirde and joy Man ya got a love 'em Big Boy Toys It's boats and cars Tractors and trucks Gasoline and diesel feul Running through my blood ~Aaron Tippin So as I leave my first class this morning, I feel very satisfied.

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~Jon-O. Yes, this is what my friend had to say when I related my story of gettin run over on Friday afternoon. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to get run over? Actually, I'm sure not too many people have. I did. For quite some time actually. I always figured it might hurt a lot since cars weigh a lot. But then I'd think about the fact that the tires are full of air so it

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Do not put any sharp objects in a spot where if you bend over and stand up again you could knock your head. That is my warning to the rest of the free world. Our, me and my roomie's, mini-fridge chills on the floor (no pun intended...but funny none-the-less) and is rarely used. So I bought enough iced tea to last the rest of this weekend (3 2-liter bottles) and was proceeding to put one away

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1075665847759800122004-02-01T12:04:00.000-08:002004-02-01T12:10:21.013-08:00

Well hello again my 'ol friends... Been a while since I made a nice little entry so that you could have a brief glimpse into a section of my life. Alas, Friday night turned out to be a blast. Monster trucks dominate! That's all I have to say about that. Watchin' one rig dang near flip over twice after goin' vertical, watchin' Grave Digger hit up the cyclones before smashing one of them

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1075278358995832472004-01-28T00:25:00.000-08:002004-01-28T00:28:09.140-08:00

For the record...My neighbor ran like Hell today. I just wanted to say that before I informed you all that it has happened once again. That's right. I have sucessfully completed the run faster than Jon. I wanted so much to win again. I was running oh so hard when I thought I was done for. I was suprised to realize that I was in the lead. I was racing ahead and gaining ground as I ran down

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1075250241383691022004-01-27T16:37:00.000-08:002004-01-27T16:39:31.076-08:00

As the clouds cover the glorious sun for yet another day of bleh weather, I ponder what I will be doing this weekend. It is my only escape from the present wonderful situation. As I sit doing my work, that's right people, I do my homework...Shhh...Shh....Keep it down... I don't need everyone to know, it'll ruin the reputation I don't have. Anywhoser, as I sit doing my work, I am now seeing the

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1075082037017069662004-01-25T17:53:00.000-08:002004-01-25T17:56:03.653-08:00

You know how there are some people that come into your life and you'd consider really good friends? These people are extremely rare and must be held as close as possible. Sometimes you lose a close relative (like a brother) and you spend time trying to find someone who you can be just as close with. Then you may finally find that person to fill the job description and something doesn't work

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1074948238233924742004-01-24T04:43:00.000-08:002004-01-24T04:46:02.856-08:00

So the current time is 0430 in the morning. Many of you may be wondering what I'm still doing up. In response to such ponderings I have just got off watch. Yes, the completely useless event which draws the life-blood out of even the best of moods. Needless to say, around 0030 or 0100 this morning I had a cup of coffee. Not only was it a cup of coffee, but it was straight black jet fuel.

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Isn't it just amazing how life works sometimes. You meet some people and cross paths and go your own way. Other people will travel along your path for a while and then go their own way. And yet, others, others are so drawn by you that they follow alongside your path for life. Everyone fits into one of those three catagories, but what is it about people that makes that initial path cross. Its

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Ladies and gentleman, yesterday marked the first day of my new-found freedom. We had a little shindig (Only about 7 30-packs of brews and a handle of Jim Beam) before break. This little shindig was on-campus (which is a dry campus) and in our dorm rooms (which is in violation of at least 3 Codes of the Corps of Cadets) and had 10-15 people, depending on when you were around. So in the middle

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1074836573966083182004-01-22T21:42:00.000-08:002004-01-22T21:44:56.996-08:00

By KISS You show us ev'rything you've got You keep on dancing and the room gets hot You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy You say you wanna go for a spin The party's just begun, we'll let you in You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin' I wanna rock and roll all nite And party every day I wanna rock and roll all nite And party every day I wanna rock

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1074669384631312392004-01-20T23:16:00.000-08:002004-01-20T23:18:25.280-08:00

You know that feeling of ecstacy when something is going your way? When you do something right and that feeling of joy just floods over you? Yeah, that's not me right now. I have lost 4 concurrent games of Checkers, my friend isn't even paying attention to the game really (course neither am I), but then I lost all the volleyball games earlier. I even had the privilige of swimming in the

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1074509760884954072004-01-19T02:56:00.000-08:002004-01-19T02:57:58.390-08:00

Have you ever wondered what other people thought of you? Not in the sense of "Do they think I'm cool? Do I fit in?", but more, what do they think of you as a person. How do they feel you treat people? How do they describe your personality to others? Well, I have on various occasions. But on this day more than others. I'm not sure what compelled me to think these thoughts, but it was enough

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1074454229565906812004-01-18T11:30:00.000-08:002004-01-18T11:32:26.546-08:00

Have you ever done something for so long, that when you were done, you felt like you were still doing it? Like, rollerblading for hours on end. When you put on real shoes again it feels really wierd and you feel like you should still be blading. Or ice skating, once the real shoes are back on theres no sliding to get around. After 7 hours of snowboarding, I felt like I was still going as I

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I will be the first to admit the mountains of Sierra at Tahoe to have annihilated my body for the duration of today. The other day I made the investment of a snowboard, boots, bindings, pants, gloves, and what-not. So today I was allowed to utilize said equipment. Today I had the privilige of what we like to call a rude-awakening. The first time I went a while back was THE most perfect day

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1074153229098933072004-01-14T23:53:00.000-08:002004-01-14T23:55:41.013-08:00

For those of you who may have visited, ummm.....do I see a hand in the back? No, he's just stretching. Anyway, for those of you who have visited, I have a very large bathroom. The mirrors make the palace it is look more like a mansion in its own, but alas, it is not. Needless to say, this large bathroom has what I would consider to be one of THE nicest bath-tubs ever built by man. It is the

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As I walk through the morning funk of the Bay Area, I couldn't help but think of how horrible Tuesday mornings are. Most people don't like Monday. Personally, I live for Monday. Well, Monday night at least. So Monday nights lead straight into Tuesday morning with little sleep and cold, misty, foggy wind whipping past us as we rush across campus in an attempt to make it to class on time.

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Allllriiighty then! I love my computer so much, i decided to reload Windows ME over the Christmas break. It loves me so much, that it decided to die. Not really keel over and stop working, but just freeze every time I tried to do something. Solution? Do nothing. Or re-load it all again. Which was done. Only to be met with the adversary we all know as... a problem. Oh yes! Does that mean

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1073810150905172462004-01-11T00:35:00.000-08:002004-01-20T23:18:41.576-08:00

Advanced Writing ... Credit (Hell Yeah! Passed the Graduate Writing Exam) Numerical Analysis ... A Turbines ... C+ (that hurts quite a bit there, eh!) Turbines Lab ... B+ Diesel Plant Sim ... C (Phew , I passed... Thank the heavens and a whole lot of studying) Basic/Adv. Firefighting

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1073579008704355422004-01-10T22:09:00.000-08:002004-01-10T22:14:42.050-08:00

This Danish proverb rings so true. As I sit in the serene silence of my dorm room the faint sounds of "Name's Bond. James Bond" in the backround. Then an underwater love-making session and the saga continues. I sit here pondering the existance of some people. Where they are, what they're doing with themselves. In some instances I know. Others, less known. Ha! Back up north? I think not!

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1073800823778837332004-01-10T22:00:00.000-08:002004-01-10T22:00:44.640-08:00

For anyone who has had a dog get out or known someone with a dog that has gotten out, you know better than most what a pain in the butt it is to try and catch said dog again. So as I watched the stray dog wander across the main road where I live, I set out the hunt and the chase began. At first, I turned to grab a lead so that I could control the dog when I did catch him. Yes, I had it in my

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1073794725772880832004-01-10T20:18:00.000-08:002004-01-10T22:00:00.856-08:00

For those of you who may not already know, I LOVE driving. In fact, I’d drive on a random road trip every day if I could. To the beach today…Tahoe the next, Davis the next, San Diego a few later…. Hmmm, this is beginning to sound a lot like my vacation. Yes people 3,500+ miles (and an oil change later…supposed to be two oil changes but my car loves me and knows I’ll be replacing it soon

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1071906481822547372003-12-19T23:48:00.000-08:002003-12-19T23:48:16.246-08:00

Thats right party people! I have finally updated my journal. It no longer appears as the boring bland and completely static basic starter form. I have learned slight code and figured out. Maybe I'm crazy, but it's really not as bad as I had originally thought. This is what its like being the jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none. This early stuff is probably just easy, the further I get the

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1071793889482419962003-12-19T19:31:00.000-08:002003-12-19T19:47:57.100-08:00

Guess what party people! I got a C! I needed a C and I got it! I'm stoked like a winter fire on a cold night! It's totally awesome! Not partially awesome! But totally awesome! So I watched Lord of the Rings: The Return of The King with my best friends who now live in Monterey. It was 2 1/2 hours in the car for a 3 1/2 hour movie. Was it worth it you may ask? Of course it was. If my

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1071655844914524352003-12-17T02:10:00.000-08:002003-12-17T02:10:59.080-08:00

What's up guys? for those of you who may not know, i just finished my homework! HOMEWORK?!?!?!?! for this week. That's right. it is finals week here too. So you know what we're doing? Studying? I think not. How bout rollin' 5 deep in the brewsky department. That's right! Here's to the 'silver bullet'... Needless to say, it's 2 am, I have a final in 7 hours, another final a couple

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1071616607239235602003-12-16T15:16:00.000-08:002003-12-16T18:06:25.840-08:00

"That's therapists Mr. Connery." Okay so, here's a little word of advice for you people who like to have lives. Don't take 28 units. Don't have 9 finals. Don't do it. That's my advice. Don't be crazy and wild and take soooo many classes, because I'll tell you what. As I wind down to my last two finals tomorrow, I'm burned out. I don't want to take them. I don't want to study, I don't

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1071130962177127812003-12-11T00:22:00.000-08:002003-12-11T00:22:54.563-08:00

Well, after leaving my room very frustrated with the computer, I suddenly realized how stupid this whole ordeal is. I'm gettin upset because a piece of machinery was improperly functioning. I was allowing technology to control how I felt. Robots do that. So instead of maintaining my anger towards my computer, I redirected the angst against something bigger. Something beyond the scope of a

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1071096366680908052003-12-10T14:46:00.000-08:002003-12-11T00:09:52.760-08:00

If my computer had feelings, I'll tell ya how it'd feel. It'd be tired of all the dealings. With all its had to deal. My computer'd want to hurt me, It'd want to beat me up. I think my computer hates me, almost as much as I hate it. Cuz it didn't take long to realize It was a piece of WHOA!!! Alllllllllrighty then. So my computer abhorrs me. Absolutely abhorrs me. I have again been un-capable

Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18080870667983468233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6046293.post-1070994984078324852003-12-09T10:36:00.000-08:002003-12-09T10:40:09.380-08:00

Okay party people, if you are EVER in the bay area on a Monday night. Go to Davis. No questions asked. If you do not have a good time at the G-rad line-dancing your heart out, then...WOW. Learned a few new ones and exaggerated a few old ones last night! Hell yeah! Who exaggerates? I don't. C'mon now. Those are trade-mark moves. I'm super stoked nobody-in-particular got a parking ticket

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