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.