One baby to another says, "I'm lucky to have met you"

Y'know what? I really really dig Nirvana. I completely forgot I had their discography downloaded (it's been done nearly a month now), and while I was looking for some music to listen to while I do my writing, I happened upon this.
They really were a great f*ing band. I'm nearly done the biography I've got loaned from a friend, and I must say beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am fascinated by the man known as Kurt Cobain. It's truly a wonder he didn't overdose sooner. That's not to say that the overdose was his method of suicide, unless you consider a shotgun blast to your face an overdose on bullets.
But the amount of heroin that this man put into his veins was mind-blowing. Absolutely mind blowing. It's not my opinion, however, that the drugs are what caused him to eventually commit suicide, neither was it any fault of Courtney Love's. Mr. Cobain was plagued by intestinal/stomach problems for most of his life, and while I haven't completely finished the book, it would seem as if he had a life-long problem with an undiagnosed depression issue. One could almost pity Kurt, if one were to turn a sympathetic ear to his problems.

I don't want anyone to misunderstand me, though. I'm not saying I want to turn my life into one similar to Kurt Cobain's. Not even close. However there are some similarities that I'm sure I will eventually get into in later blogs.


Okay, I kinda lost my train of thought. I'm back in Gander now, and I was interrupted (for lack of a better term) to go eat some supper.
But I have returned.
Still listening to Nirvana, though.
I think it's time for something a little more uplifting, though. I should have Moonlight Sonata or Ave Maria there somewhere.

Ave Maria... that just reminded me of something. Well, some one, anyhow.
I finally dug through my closet and found a bunch of letters I've been meaning to find since the fourth of November, or around there. Talk about a trip down memory lane. I still talk to the person who sent me those letters, and it doesn't seem like she has changed much at all. Still the same ol' Ashley. I'm glad, too.
But it's kinda funny... It seems that no matter how much things change, they really do stay the same. I can tell that even though there's been a lifetime lived from the time me and said person spoke, up until a month or two ago, she is still essentially the very same person I met when I was fifteen, and she was twelve.

I don't plan on getting into too much on this first journal here, if you really want to know. This is my first writing in a new spot, and I just want to kinda feel it out, if you will. Explain myself a little better to those who might not know me.
What I write is usually what I think. There's no rhyme or reason to my words; be it written or spoken. I say exactly what is on my mind, with no heed to consequence. That's gotten me in some pretty hot water at times, and, well.... so what? If I don't speak my mind, how are people to know what I'm thinking? They won't.

And what makes ME so important?
I am Matthew Baker.
That's what.


Anyhow, that's it for now. I figure I'll be back tomorrow to write more. I have plenty to write about, over what's happened in the last couple of days...Well, I've always got plenty to say. And yes, I think it's all relevant.