jacob two two

i was surfing the internet this christmas eve afternoon (that doesn't make sense) and i ran my mouse over an advertisement and then all of a sudden like parent teasing there child while playing peek-a-boo the advertisement covered the whole site so that i could not read about the world of sports. there was two things wrong with this. first of all ,i've never taken any business courses and i've never been to advertising school, but if i was making an advertisement on a web site, i wouldn't have it so that it pisses the person who's at the site off. i would put the advertisement in a place where it wasn't in the way but still noticeable, either the banner or even on the side isn't a bad location. with that being said if someone is willing to pay me money i would put advertisements on my blog. secondly the particular advertisement was for the post office. why does the post office need to advertise? there's only one post office. i wonder if the consistent rise in stamp cost is paying for all there advertising? on the subject of advertising, there is a commercial which really bugs me. the coke commercial with the polar bears and the penguins, its really silly. penguins couldn't be farther away in there natural habitat from polar bears. they're about as far away from each other as china is to ottawa. do the people at cocacola really think that everyone is that stupid? i think that coke had a good thing going with just the polar bears, why did they have to throw in the penguins. coke don't change what works.

deion sanders

(if you can tell me why i titled this post dion sanders i will think highly of you) blogspot now has spell check, God bless google for taking over and giving it spell check.
i'm in toronto right now because i have a week and a half between my last class, which was this morning, and my first exam, which is on the thirteenth and my dad asked me if i wanted to go with him to toronto for a business trip, so i came. i was lying in bed in the delta toronto east hotel on the second floor room 221 and i couldn't sleep, so i figured since it cost $9.95 for 24 hours of internet i might as well use as much web time as i can, so i'm writing on my beloved blog.
the other day my mother and i were in the new food basics near my house. food basics is much like no frills living by the same penny pinching principles, in fact i'm pretty sure that no frills copied food basics. but food basics shouldn't be called food basics, that would be false advertisement. it should be called food-hygiene-drugs-clothes basics. they have a pharmacy in it. how does that work i wonder, do you have to pay five cents for a bag for your tylenol three? or is it less for the little pharmacy bags because you get less plastic? or is it more because the little pharmacy bags are not as popular? but more so, what i don't understand is how come they sell clothes -- since when is clothes a basic to food? you need to be healthy to enjoy food so i guess drugs and hygiene products can squeeze in the title if we are generous -- but clothes? that's borderline criminal. last i checked i didn't need to be wearing pants to sense the savory superness of kraft dinner and i didn't need to have a t-shirt on to appreciate the colourful excitement of fruit loops. clothes are not basic to food, which is why i don't understand how food basics gets away with selling clothes. feeling confused about the whole thing (because i am a man of common sense) i asked the store manager if he could justify the selling of clothes in food basics and he said that he was wondering the same thing. he told me that he had asked corporate why and they said that they would post an official explanation to how they justify the selling clothes while still keeping the store name food basics.

the big two oh

i'm back. i don't know how often i will post on my blog again but i will make sure to keep people posted about my posts on msn and maybe even facebook. for those of you who care i will fill you in on my life since last may: the summer was crazy. at the end of the summer i decided not to go back to klbc but to go to university, since it was so late i became a special student at ottawa u and carleton (i'm sorry for the boring details). i'm taking english, this is in hopes that some day i will learn how to spell and how to use grammar properly, i don't think that is going to happen anytime soon so bare with me for now grammar and spelling hounds. its two forty four in the am right now, i think the fact that it is so late is why i'm starting the blog again. i can't sleep because i feel so bad about not posting for months (that is a lie). here are a few things i've noticed since moving back home: i eat just as much kraft dinner, i go to bed earlier, i spend less time on school work, i watch a lot more tv, i play a lot more hockey and i spend a lot more money. none of these things are exciting i know, although the kraft dinner really took me by surprise, thanks mom, i feel that i need to get warmed up so that i can have entertaining blogs again, this is just an intro to things that may come in the future. faithul readers, i'm sorry for my lack of posting. i know there's really no way to say i'm sorry but hopefully you can just accept - i'm sorry. till the next time, my name is matt and i'm listening to foo fighters - my hero.

the cardinal number equal to 18 + 1

today, while i was eating a ham sandwich, sitting on the third floor of the construction site i am currently working at, i saw a man maybe in his early thirties wearing a french-like hat and had a moustache, walk into a parking meter. he was pretty short too, so the meter smoked him in the chin. he was actually in a lot of pain, then a lady, who looked to be in her mid to late forties walked by and laughed at him. true story. i did not make that up. that was not baloni. i did though make up the story i told about billybob newmarket. none of it was true. well some of it was true but most of it was not. i'm sorry, it didn't happen. for those looking up billybob newmarket on 411.ca i'm sorry that you haven't found him. and that i have led you down a path that was all for not. since i can't live with telling untrue information, what actually happend was this: i was sitting on the three like i always do minding my own buisness, then i feel asleep. i dreamed my encounter with billybob and woke up thinking that would make a great blog. so i wrote about it. for those of you wondering, in my dream billybob knew my name because i had my name written with a sharpie on my lunch box.

age of majority in quebec

yes, my blog is now eighteen, i can't believe it's all grown up. established. matured. accomplished. but this post will have nothing to do with being eighteen, the sens losing, me working, or belts. this weblog is fully dedicated to the one and only billybob newmarket (if there is another one i am sorry). i met billybob about three hours and eighteen minutes ago, but already he has taken a special place in my heart. i was sitting on the three (a local bus) as i always do on my way home from work, with my massive lunch box and my tool box, hoping that a cute girl would sit next to me. but today no cute girl sat next to me (three days ago a cute girl sat next to me). but a man who looked to be maybe in his early fourties sat next to me, i had never met him before, he sat down and we made typical awkward bus eye contact, and i turned and looked out with window and kept listening to my music, (gorliaz- feel good inc. for those keeping score), he nudged me and asked me, " are you the matthieu foreman who has a blog named the basement and used to be named the oval office?" i said, "yes i am." a little taken back. then he went on to tell me that he loves my blog and is a little upset at me because i haven't posted in over a week. so i told him that i will write a blog tonight, all about our encounter, i got his name and he said that he didn't mind the lack of editing. so billybob newmarket this one's for you.

seofontne

i'm listening to classical music right now and my goodness is it taking me on an emotional roller-coaster, like le monstre at l'aronde. but there are few things that take me on wild emotional rollercoasters like classical music, infact i am a fairly stoic individual. but i thought i would list some of the things that take me on wild emotional rollercoasters in hopes to discover that i am not the only one who is emotional in these areas of life. first of all, watching baseball, i find that when the bluejays win i am very very happy and when the bluejays lose, i am incredibly irritable. it is also the same for the sens; that means that tonight with them both playing, i'm either going to be really really happy, or really really sad, or both. also, trying to remove a stripped screw, that just sucks. having forgotten to put cologne or deoderent on. seeing someone not wearing a belt when they are wearing dress pants. playing golf. gettings slashed while playing ball hockey. seeing a cop while driving; even if i am not speeding or doing anything illigal i get terrified and feel like a scared little school girl. once a few years ago when msn was not working one night, i was so angry i broke my mouse. these are just a few things that pull at my heart, there may be one or two more but these are the biggest, the most prevelent things that draw my emotions, but i think that some of you should share what gets you going if it is the same things as me or if maybe you sail to a different wind.

sweet sixteen

i am back in ottawa for the summer now. but the joy of being home has been overshaddowed by the sorrow of my latest discovery. a discovery in which i wish is not true but all strong men must face reality. it is that macdonalds no longer has mcdeal meals. tears. in the past five days i have been to mcdonalds six times; that is a lot, i know, and my stomach hurts because of it, infact i just got back from there now. i was there with my sister anne. (anne you made my blog, happy birthday). macdonalds has replaced their mcdeal meals with what i can only discribe as we-want-to-be-like-wendies-menu. now for those of you who go to mcdonalds on a regular basis, or are considered as super-size-me would cal;l heavy users. you might be a lot put out. because the daily mcdeal meals were the greatest things macdonalds has done since the invention of the big mac: big extra mondays, big mac tuesdays, mcchicken wednsdays, and so on. if you are one of the many who only go to macdonalds on tuesday for the big mac you will be very upset, because it will no longer cost you 4.27 with tax, but over six dollars. first mcdonalds jumps on the deli sandwich wagon, next they want to be like wendies with there super value little bugers menu. has macdonalds forgotten the power of the golden arches, that they were the best, the biggest fast food resturant in the world, the american icon. this is as i have said before a sad and desperate time. but my question for all of you is what will macdonalds copy next. will they start, like coffee time a flip to win contest, or will they start getting rid of frills to get lower prices. will they give ronald a red belt to match his shoes or have justin timberlake write a song about them, oh wait they did that. who knows though the possiblities are endless. we already know they will copy anyone. so if you have any ideas of how to make it more obvious that mcdonalds is copying other companies let us know. this blog was written under the influence of a big extra, jimmy hendrix and c.s. lewis's the problem of pain.

the ides

nineteen seventy four was thirty-six years ago. that means if you were born in nineteen seventy four in the months of january to april twenty-fourth you would be thirty six, if any of you fit in that catagory then you should pat yourselves on the shoulder or the back(you may think this is a reference to someone specific but it isn't). right now i am listening to neil young and i was just reading a book called the calvary road; fortier that was for you. but today it hit me. next week the whole complexion of my blog is going to change, i will no longer be at klbc which means i will no longer be the student president which means i might have to change the title of my blog from oval office to potentially, mama's boy, my parents basement or o-town what. but i willl have to work on that for next week when i move back home. another change that will come to the blog is that i will no longer doing my own grocery shopping anymore, my parents do that, so that means i'm not going to be able to write about my adventures to no frills. moment of silence. i am also going to be departing from my roommate the bruce; whose car just passed the e-test. which means i will have to find a new editor. with all that being said i am a little scared that of all these changes may be the end of my weblog. but i have to look at the bright side. ottawa will bring many new stories to share. so i have to jump on the opportunity that uncontrollable variables have thrown in my path. like bob dylan said and anchorman echoed, the times they are a changin.

xiv

last thursday i went home for the easter weekend. it really was a lovely time. i took the greyhound round trip express bus from peterborough to ottawa. now taking the greyhound is one of the greatest experiences one can have; i would say in their entire life. this bus trip was a mess though. i was waiting in a line to get on the bus and a girl who i could really only describe as very cute was in line behind me, and this is always a good thing. (now that my web log age is fourteen i have more of an interest in the female gender) things were looking up i was really feeling that this trip, above all other bus trips, was going to be a good one; maybe even my best one of the year. i was wearing my super cool brown klbc hoodie with my mr. president on the sleeve. i had just cut my hair nice and short, i was wearing my awesome acid washed jeans, i was sporting my nice brown leather shoes i bought at transit on sale, and i was girded with my matching... oh my. no. i wasn't. what in the world had happened? i wasn't wearing my matching brown levi's belt, i was wearing my not matching burgundy belt. how could i be so blind this morning? this, a day that was going to be almost as good as a dollar-day at no frills when they still had the yellow bags, was turning into a horrible day, like a day when you discover that no frills is closed and even sobeys is closed and you have to go to i.g.a. as we got on the bus i sat down first and when the cute girl came past me she looked at me and with a look that was almost as if she was saying, "you know, i would sit next to you but your belt doesn't match your shoes". then it just got even worse, three people behind her was the largest man i have ever seen, and his belt didn't match his shoes. he looked at me and was like "oh yeah i'm sitting next to him; he can't dress himself either". he sat down and for the next three hours, thirteen minutes and twenty-four seconds i was sandwiched between the wall of the bus and a very large man who does not know how to dress or put deodorant on. now most of you are thinking, matt that is a terrible story i can't believe you would ever do such a thing like mismatch your belt from your shoes, thats not like you at all. the truth is, this never happened. i had a normal bus ride like any other: kind of boring, fell asleep and read a book both ways. i listened to my mp3 player and sat by myself. i would never clash my belt from my shoes, so don't worry folks.

baker's dozen

the other day i was faced with some pretty mind blowing information; a terrifying sight. it was a normal day just like any other. birds singing, the sun shining, my belt matched my shoes. all was going well and i really thought that this day was going to go great. i had gotten a lot of work done on one of my papers, i had eaten more then a bowl of cereal and a hotdog, things were looking up for the day. but then the unthinkable happened. while i was sitting at the kitchen table taking in the gloriousness of the day at hand, luke also known as the bruce walked in holding a red bag. now this bag looked familar. it had black writing on it and it was obviously from a grocery store. but it was from no frills. most of you are thinking oh matt must love this cool bag because it's from no frills, but that is where the problem was. no frills bags are yellow, not red. i was in shock, i really was. i had no idea what to think. would no frills actually have a frill? i could understand sobeys having special red bags, i could understand loblaws, or any other store having special seasonal bags, but no frills. no. they could not have special red bags because when you are a store that claims to have no frills, is changing the colour of your bag not a frill? what happened to the plain ugly school bus grocery bag that cost five cents and you could spot and know that it was from no frills a mile away. i guess these are desperate times but i did not think that they were so desperate that no frill would forsake their character, their disposition, their whole marketing scheme and sell frilly bags.

twelve

no, i will not. that is right, i will not write my poem on my blog, for three reasons: a. i do not want to. 2. it is a serious poem and this blog is not serious. c. i cannot think of a third reason but someone once said all good things come in threes. one thing i will respond to is my choice in underwear. i wear fruit of the loom boxer briefs and briefs, for those of you who know me well, you will know that i am very particular about my underwear and will only wear fruit of the loom. but for the sake of taste i will leave it at that for the talk of my choice in underwear. if you have any desire to know more about my undergarment philosophy ask me in person. speaking of philosophy i have two philosophical questions for all of you (i know i said that this was not a serious blog but for this you will have to let me make an exception). if you were a crayon what colour would you be and why? if you were a home appliance what would you be and why? i'm really sorry for bringing up questions that bring out the true personality of oneself and make one vulnerable and ask you to bare your soul on my web log, but i figure desperate times call for desperate measures. what makes this time desperate i do not know but will figure that out for my next blog.

eleven

monday evening i lay down on my bed at around six. i later woke up confused realising that it was now eleven. realising that it was almost time for bed i worried my self because i knew that i would not be able to fall asleep anytime soon after my five hour nap. but being hopeful i thought that if i just stayed in bed and read then i could fall asleep again. so i went to the bathroom got my p.j.'s on and hopped in to bed (i don't actually wear p.j.'s). then i continued reading my book. at around one i thought i would try and fall asleep, so i put my book away, turned out the light and tried to fall asleep. i couldn't sleep at all i layed in bed wide awake till four in the morning but i thought i would record of all that happend. first i must note that all times are 14 minutes earlier then actual time because my clock is set fast. 1:37 i think about maybe reading more of my book but don't want to turn my light on and wake up tim. 2:09 tim starts snoring, i feel around on my bed side desk for my ear plugs but can't find them. 2:48 i think of a solution for world peace but do not write it down, i have no idea what it was but was convinced at the time that it would work. 3:05 realise that i've been awake for a really long time and wish that i had sleeping drugs. 3:06 get frustrated because it has only been one minute since i last looked at the clock. 3:09 get out of bed and go to the bathroom. 3:11 get back into bed. 3:24 get out of bed and go into the kitchen and write a poem. 3:31 i go back to my room and finally fall asleep.

decade

ten. yes. ten. i have reached the decade mark. when i started my blog i never thought i would hit the big one-zero, but here i am, in celebrationof this historic event i would like to take this time to thank the people and places responsible for making this blog possible. 1. no frills, no frills thankyou for your lack of frills which make things cheeper, p.c. macaroni and cheese, your dollar-days and your five cent bags, you make every poor hugry student feel rich and full. 2. my oldest sister miriam, for believing in me and advertising my blog almost as shamelessly as me. 3. the mean anonymous person, for reminding me what it feels like to cry. 4. my friends who stood up for me when the mean anonymous person was trying to take me down, fortier, the bruce thankyou. 5. my mom, for reading my blog and leaving a poem. 6. my school for giving me homework, making it possible for me to have the desire to do other things instead of homework such as write this blog, play worms and watch baseballchannel.tv. 7. my hygene products for taking me on adventures everyday. 8. angie, for being a regular reader and giving me perfect on room check this morning. 9. led zepplin, james blunt, dctalk and kj-52 for your musical inspiration.10. finally but not least, all those of you who read my blog, whether i know you or not, whether we are friends from long ago or i just met you this year, whether we are distant friends or best friends, if at all i have made you laugh, cry, pee your pants, want to go to no frills or macdonalds, buy a rainbow pack, make you question the reason for life, then i have achieved what i set out to do. thankyou one thanyou all.

front nine

today i wrote two midterms, i ate chunky for lunch and am currently eating hotdogs for my after school snack.mmm, after school snacks, they are quite possibly the greatest invention next to two ply toilet paper. but why are after school snacks such a great invention? because when you eat an after school snack your about to go watch an after school special. now i do not know what the television has now for after school specials but when i was younger the after school specials were just that, special. saved by the bell, by far the best after school special ever aired after school, with out a shadow of a doubt. the show was so great because it delt with issues that were important to everyone's everyday life. it had real life like characters that you could point out in any highschool. thankyou zack, a.c., screech, lisa, jessie, kelly and mr. belding for showing me what highschool is all about. the next is student bodies, this show although no where near the genius of saved by the bell, it still holds a special place in my heart. a place that i am reminded of every once in a while when i see one of the acters on a cheesy canadian commersial. next is family matters, what a show, always teaching a valuble life lesson, but family matters is great because they had the best character ever thought up and some would think i'm talking of steve urkle, but no, waldow, waldow was the man, always "koo". and least but no where near last, infact almost close to first was fresh prince of bell air. the young will smith as will smith was always a treat, the show that taught the importance of family values. the episode where will gets shot, almost brought me to tears. the only thing against the show was that it ended poorly, will was sorta left with nothing, his fiance left him, his cousins moved and he was left alone to finish school in bell air, but i guess since he's will smith he can do anything. but i am a child of the nineties so my after school specials might be different from yours, if i've missed one you think should be on the list of greats, let me know.

eight

no frills. it has been over two weeks now since i have been to no frills. i don't know how i have let this happen but it has. last week i went to sobeys. making the transition from a grocery store with no-frills, to we-have-so-many-frills-that-you-don't-even-notice-them-all was a very stretching experience. it was like climbing mount vazuvious after having lived your whole life hiking in the gatineaux hills. it was like sitting in a cadilac when your used to a toyota echo, it was like eating p.c. white macaroni and cheese after eating mr. noodle. but i didn't know if i liked the we-have-so-many-frills-that-you-don't-even-notice-them-all store, i know that frills are meant to make people feel better when they shop, but it almost felt to crowded. there was more colours then in the rainbow pack, the staff actually looked somewhat professional and the bags were free. yes free bags. but the free bags brought up the questionin my mind," if you don't pay five cents for your bag, are you more likely to be less angry when it tears and you spill your groceries all over the floor at the front of the grocery store, causing a big mess?" i think the answer to that question depends on the variables, was the cashier nice to you? was it you or her that packed the bags, and most importantly was she cute? or for my female readers, was he cute? also, are you in a rush? do you get embarressed easy? are you short or tall, this is very important because if you are short the bag has less distance to gain vilocity and will likely cause less of a mess. these are all things to consider when trying to ask the question. but back to school work i don't think that question has anything to do with what i'm studying.

seventh heaven

for those of you who aren't going on vacation this march break don't worry, i have found a way to have a vacation adventure every day all within the confines of my residence. yes in my residence. "but matt," you are all asking, "how could you have such a wonderful adventure without spending thousands of dollars and taking up precious vacation time? can i have these types of adventures as well?" the anwser is most definitely and it is found in hygiene products. yes. hygiene products. every day you can have a tropical island adventure in the bathroom, or experience the rockies in your laundry room, all with hygiene products. not even special ones. in fact, i bought most of my hygiene products that take me on these adventures at shoppers drug mart and no frills. every morning zest takes me to the ocean with its ocean energy bodywash. old spice takes me snowboarding with its mountain rush deoderant. being tired out from swimming in the ocean and carving down the mountain i relax in paradise with colgate luminus paradise fresh tooth paste. once a week purex helps me escape by the seaside with their seaside escape laundry detergent and after the washing machine has done its work, i park my self on top of mont blanc to take in the fresh air with my no name mountain fresh fabric softener sheets.

hexad

the rainbow-pack. do you know what i am talking about? yesterday i had a problem, and it had everything to do with the rainbow- pack. for those of you who did not have a complete childhood and never experienced the rainbow-pack let me fill you in on it. it is a combination of: cream-soda, grape crush, orange crush and mug rootbeer. first a little history on the rainbow-pack, mug rootbeer was not always affiliated with the rainbow-pack infact the origional rootbeer of the rainbowpack was hires rootbeer. what has happend to hires i do not know, if anyone knows please tell me. the rainbow pack is six cans of each flavor sitting on a cardboard tray covered in plastic. last night me and the rainbow pack were reunited as my roomate walked in after his trip to no frills. my problem was i didn't know which flavour to have, i would pick up a grape crush, look at it but then think, oh i want cream-soda it has been so long since i enjoyed that unique taste, but then i would look at the orange and think of how the orange is always a good choice, and then the rootbeer would yell to me,"don't waste your time with those flavours, i've been your favorite pop since you were two years old" this is true ask my mother. this made me think of other aspects of life, have you noticed that we are always faced with these types life changing decisions everyday; swiss army or hummer eau de toilet, brown or burgondy belt, converse weapons or nike acg shoes, cereal or tumms, grey bluejays hat or black bluejays hat, led zepplin or dctalk. when making decisions of this importance i like to flip a coin, the only problem was my four sided coin is in ottawa, so then flashing back to senior kindergarden i remembered how we solved these critical problems on the playground and i resorted to the tried and true eeny-meeny-miney-mo method, and the tiger i cought by the toe was my childhood favorite rootbeer. cheers.

pentagon

last night on the way back from my school's performing arts group performance we stopped at a coffee time. i was kind of excited about the prospect of going to a coffee time. i was excited because it is not everyday that you get to have coffee at what i would call the last resort coffee shop, it is the type of place that you only go to when tim hortons is no where to be found and after you have looked for a country style and discover there isn't one you go to coffee time. but this particular trip to coffee time was different because coffee time was having their flip-to-win event. flip-to-win. it was like nothing i had ever seen. for those of you who haven't had the pleasure of experiencing the flip-to-win, i'll explain it. what they do is write a prize under the rolled part of the rim and all over the cup they have different prizes you can win, trip for two to cuba is one example of a prize. so after you have finished drinking the coffee you are supposed to flip up the rim and see what you win. you can all imagine the excitement as i flip up the rim, but of course i didn't win anything. it is really too bad i know, but the worst part is that i don't know where i can ever play this type of game again, because you can only find coffee time in the middle of nowhere. i was so thrilled at this new experience of flipping a rim for a prize i really think that this is going to be a break through in the resurant gaming industry. if they keep up games of this caliber in their resturants they will no longer be the coffee shop of last resort but the place of first choice, where people will get up a half hour early just so that they can have the excitement of playing flip-to-win. watch out tim hortons, coffee time is going to sweep the world with their new and creative ways of attracting people with with original games like flip-to-win. i think that in the summer they should do some kind of doughnut monopoly.

four

i sit at my desk wondering how this could happen, my blog has become a message board for donnald miller fans. i guess i'll live, val i know you wanted to know, i'm curently eating the p.c. white macaroni and cheese that i bought at no frills. no frills is a fantastic place, what i love about no frills is that people chose not to buy the bags, the bags are five cents and yet people think they are saving so much money when really they are saving no more then a dollar and if you need twenty bags then you are probably spending over three hundred dollars on groceries and in which case, is struggling to find boxes really worth it? but then the best part is that since they don't buy bags they don't have bags for the garbage so then they will buy those expensive white glad gargage bags. no frills is also great because they have dollar-days, dollar-days should be called grocery-store-full-of-student-days. living away from home i have learned that grocery shopping is no fun at all, but i have done pretty good and in living cheap on the groceries, there are four secrets about grocery shopping that all students should know: 1. buy at least 5-10 michelina meals when they are on sale for a dollar not all of them smell like poo, you never know when the next sale will be. 2. get the no name mr. noodles they cost 5 cents cheaper but taste just as good if not better. 3. don't buy anything that can go bad unless your are a cereal eater, in which case buy milk, but that is the only exception. 4. instead of buying breakfeast food just get some tumms, tumms will take away the hunger pain and will hold you over till lunch. take heed to these grocery tips, they can save you lots of money. today i am listening to kj-52 for those of you who are keep track. thankyou. have a nice day.

trilogy

everyone seems to want to know how my pickle on the can ended yesterday but i chose not to end that story. so many questions to answer from the comments which i do appreciate, but i would rather not answer all of them, although fortier i will let you know, only i read these posts before i post them. all of my roomates were hesitant to read my posts because they said it was to long, but how am i suppost to go deep into the issues i explore with out being longwinded. hold on. wait. yes. sorry. common sense has reminded me that my blog says nothing of any deep value except for maybe the odd thought. but i like to think of my blog like mcdonalds fries, they taste so good and fill you up but really they have no substance in them, and in an hour, after the mctummy ache has warn off and you have been to the bathroom you are hugry again. but mcdonalds is a great place, i think it is in the top three fast food chains; mcdonalds, wendies, harveys. mcdonalds is the greatest because you can empty your fries into the burger box to create a tray which makes mcdonalds ideal for traveling. i truely think that mcdonalds funded supersize me, after watching that documentry i made three conclusion; the main character looks like keith dow. if you eat at mcdonalds every day for a month with out eating anything else you will get sick. and i desperately want a big mac meal. but i think supersize me should make a sequel but this time it will be called, deli sandwich me then they could tell everyone why they think burger places need to have deli sandwiches. the only problem is that since it is a sequal it will be awful, can you actually think of a sequel that was better than the origional. here's a question to the philosopher, "is a good sequal more of an accomplishment then a great origional?" then after the terrible sequel they can make a third documentry all about ronald mcdonald called afro me red, and everyone will go and see it even though the sequel was terible, because they will say to themselves "there's no way its going to be as bad as the sequal, it'll be like the first again", but of course its going to be worse then even the sequel, and yet people will be surprised. but then the mcdonalds trilogy will be out and then they could have happy meal toys for it. but sense i am a bible college student i should not worry about things like that and study for my midterm tomorrow. would you believe that i'm listen to dctalk again. oh. the song has changed to r.e.m. did you know that if you believe they put a man on the moon.

number two

advertising my blog worked, now everyone who was bored read my blog. how wonderful, i'm so glad that people read my blog. you have all seen a glimps of my mind. i know you are all wondering if i had the white mac and cheese for supper. but i didn't, i had michalina lifestyles microwave dinner, it smelled like poo, but thankfully it didn't taste like poo. i got my paper done aswell. but now the sad part is that i can't find anything to complain about so i thought i would complain about not having anything to complain about so infact i have found something to complain about but now i can't complain about not having anything to complain about because i've found something to complain about but, alright that is just way to trippy. today i went to the bathroom to go number two, now since the majority of the people who have commented on my blog were female, i'll try to say this with out being tastless. there was no toilet paper,it was all gone but i found this out after i had pooped, and my roomate was no where to be found i couldn't yell, "tim, i need toilet paper!" i was on my own with no one to help me. stranded sitting on the can, which makes me think that it would be great to be a dog or a cat, they never have to worry about toilet paper. but toilet paper is a funny thing, i used to work at a grocery store and i was always astonished with the amount of different kinds of toilet paper, one ply, two ply, and three ply, ane even four ply, now common thats a little ridiculous four ply, but not as ridiculous as the new gilette razor, my roomate jay has one its pretty fancy looking but six blades, thats pretty ridiculous, they didn't even entertain four blades like shick they just jumped to the five plus one. i can't wait till i'm thirty and they come out with the octablade. thats going to be awsome it'll make my current shick extreme three look as bad as one of the disposable yellow bic razors. when i was younger i was so excited about shaving, i would shave even before i had any facial hair, just so that maybe if i shaved my bald face i would trick it into growing facial hair and then i could grow a goatie like all the hockey players durring the playoffs, but now that i have to shave on somewhat of a consitant basis, shaving sucks, its like one day i look my age then i shave and i look twelve again, being twelve again wouldn't be that bad though, those were great days, when you really couldn't do anything wrong. the summers all i did was golf, oh to be twelve again. funny though when i was twelve it was, "oh to be eighteen". funny how life does that to you. but now i must forget about all this non sense and catch up my reading, remember everyone that one plus one does equally two no matter what the liberal thinkers say and that i'm still listening to led zepplin again, man thats a lot of led zepplin. oh the song just changed, michael tait, God bless dc talk.

My first time

I now have a blog, I have fallen to the power of the blog. I never thought i would get a blog but I just felt it was time that i express myself to the world about myself. I can now tell everyone in the universe about everything I'm doing. I can tell everyone that I had hotdogs for lunch and haven't yet decided if I want it for supper, the PC white mac and cheese was on for 87cents at no frills so I think i might have those but who knows if i wait long enough someone will give me their leftovers, oh the res life how great it is. The true reason for this blog is because i was not in the mood to write my paper, So i thought i could waste some time and write a blog, i'm listening to James blunt sing about a girl that he thinks is beautiful and he can't have her and he doesn't know what to do with her. Funny that a guy named james blunt is flying high.I've been told blogs are places to complain, I'm told but i don't really know because i don't really read blogs, so i'm going to complain about everything i can. Actually I couldn't do that because i don't really complain about much except for maybe canada not winning the Gold medal, but i'd rather not talk about that. How about all the women winning medals for Canada props to the girls, dan brown would be so happy. I read the davinci code on the reading break, the book is great one of those books you just can't put down, and if you can get past the blasphamy then the book is great. Its a good way to get into conversations about Christ with people, I talked to a girl on the bus from peterborough from ottawa about the Gospel because she asked about the book so that was pretty exciting. Sharing are faith is the hardest thing for a christian which is to bad because we have a great message. Recently I've been thinking about how great God is, and how much he loves us. It blows my mind away whenever i think about it, he is so Good and we are so undeserving. Well my blog experience number one is almost done for all you who read this which will be next to no one remember three things, all good things come in three's, Led zepplin wrote a song called going to california, and the president is in his office. now back to writing my paper and reading my book