"My baby's gone with the wind"

When I move back to the city, I want to take my piano with me.

I want to sit down and get stoned and play "Brick" by Ben Folds Five and make you love me.


I'm going to miss making music... playing my sax ain't the same as playing my piano. And yes, even though mom 'n dad bought it so me and Heidi could take lessons when we were younger, it's mine. It's probably my most treasured possession besides my pet rock.

Yes, you read that correctly. I have a pet rock. His name is "The Rock", and I've had him since I was about twelve years old. I can remember the exact moment where I picked up the rock and said to myself, "this would make an excellent pet rock"... And I remember painting a face on it. And I'm looking at it right now.


So if that's not proof I'm a little nuts, I don't know what is. And no, I'm not trying to prove my insanity. Just one conversation with me in real life would do that. The internet can only do so much to show how nuts a person is.

I received another email from MUN this morning, but I'm not quite sure what to make of it. I already got some information from them a few weeks ago, saying that they received my application, and the correspondence had a student number and what I'm going to major in.
However, today, the email said that my application was accepted and I should receive information in the mail very shortly. The optimist in me likes to think this means I'm going to be a student very soon. To say this is an exciting time for me is just a sliiiiiiight understatement.
HAH

who am I kidding? I'm proud as fuck of myself. Didn't I say back in January that 2009 is gonna be the year of Matthew Baker? I'm going to finally make something of myself.

Some people might argue that I've already done something... some might not. But I feel my best work as a human being is yet to come. And I do have a goal for when I become a student. I'm writing it down here so it'll become more concrete. I am going to get straight A's.

That is, of course, as long as I don't have to do any math courses. Math is gonna rape me.

But mark my words, I will do better than anyone ever gave me credit for... how? Because I truly and completely believe in myself.

I spoke to someone tonight that I haven't spoken to in quite some time; an old and very dear friend from my days as an air cadet, and I got a little disheartening news. Without going too much into it, I hope you come out of this smelling like a rose. You know who you are, if you happen to read this.


Hmm... I'm a little tired. It's kinda strange, considering I don't normally go to bed these days until close to 2am. I've been up watching Jay Leno a lot... I think it's because I made myself stay up to watch the last two weeks of Conan's shows, and he came on right after Leno. The only positive thing about Conan not being on TV now is that he'll return in May to take over for Jay Leno. I don't think there could possibly be a more suitable replacement. Conan O'Brien is one of the funniest guys on television... the only shitty thing about him coming on at an earlier timeslot is that there'll be no more Masturbating Bear.


Speaking of talk shows, a (not so) secret desire of mine is to be a talk-show host. Who knows? If I want it bad enough, I could make it happen. If I set the seeds now, maybe the idea will come to fruition soon.


I was out for another walk tonight, and my legs are even sorer (is that even a word?) than they were last night. I really should do more stretching, or walking, or whatever...
But I guess I have to get into the swing of things if I'm going to be moving back to the city. I plan on walking as much as I possibly can, and I want to get myself into shape before I actually go there.
I'm still doing the pushups. I'd like to think there's been a slight improvement, but I don't really know. My man boobs seem to be shrinking, but my chest seems like it's bigger. I dunno. It's really hard to tell. Maybe I'm not doing them right. I have no clue how to do it properly. I just do as many pushups as I can after breakfast, wait until my chest doesn't hurt anymore, then do more pushups, then take a break. Usually mid-afternoon I'll do the same thing, and follow suit again in the evening. Again, I'd like to think it's making a difference, but I don't really know. I just can't tell. It's not that I want to lose weight, because I'm satisfied being 6'0" and nearly 200 lbs. As far as I can tell, that's pretty average.
But I'm just sick of looking like a gross ol' blob, and I refuse to do steroids or take whey powder.

That's not to say that I care what my girl will look like. If she's a little pudgy, then that's cool. If she's skinny as a stick, then that's cool too.

But enough about that. Every time I talk about girls (or any one girl in particular), things always backfire on me.


Soooooo in light of that, I'm off to do more pushups. After that, it's Jay Leno time. If you happen to read this before Leno comes on, make sure you tune in tonight. Barack Obama is scheduled to be a guest tonight. As far as I know, it is gonna be a history making show, because no president has ever been a guest on the show.


Anyhoo, I'm off like a prom dress... or a jewish foreskin. You take your pick. Either one works for me, but the prom dress is decidedly less offensive... well, to jews anyway.