"Now don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan? So just eat it"

Wow. I needed that.

The break I took, that is. I'm guessing you guys didn't even notice, though. Then again, I don't even know who "you guys" are. I've simply lost track of who reads this now. Maybe there's some randoms from the Google site, or whatever... I don't know what you call it... maybe they're reading this as well.

But that's the paranoid guy in me talking, and I'm gonna shut him up now.

So the break did me a world of good. I didn't do a damn thing all weekend. Just relaxed/lazed around. Took a three hour nap yesterday afternoon, and it was GOOOOOOD.

I took a break from writing, because in all honesty, I felt like it was getting a little stale. My writing, that is. I also took a break from the push-ups, because isn't that what you're supposed to do? I don't know much about the whole thing. I just know my chest was starting to hurt, and not in a good way. So now I'm good to go for another week.

I got stoned on Friday evening... just smoked a joint that wouldn't have even given me a tickle as recently as four or five months ago. And man oh man, it was like I started it all over again. I remembered what it was like to get hiiiigh. I enjoyed it while it lasted.
Now, before you lose your shit and start saying things like "oh matt, you were doing so well with it, what happened?", let me explain something. I came to a realization about something. Getting stoned simply ain't worth it. I mentioned a three hour nap just now, and getting stoned the night before had a lot to do with it. It was almost like I had a hangover from pot yesterday, and I simply didn't enjoy it. I couldn't really think properly. That cloud that was hanging over my head was back, if only for a day. It was like the whole day was being lived through someone else's eyes.
I think my situation was akin to a heavy drinker just giving up drinking for (x) number of months, then just going out and having two or three social beer, and getting drunk.
So that, if nothing else, just solidifies the fact that I really did have a problem with weed.

Am I gonna go out and get high again? It's likely. But it won't be during the middle of the week. It won't be nine o'clock in the morning, as soon as I get up. Just as some people like to have a casual beer on a Friday, I'm going to do the same with a joint. It's not even going to be EVERY Friday (not necessarily friday, but you know what i'm saying).


Well, enough about marijuana... let's talk about girls.

Or let's not.


Or maybe we could. I don't really have anything to say about 'em that I haven't already said. I don't want to be dating anyone while I'm here in Gander, I know that much. I'm not about to do the long-distance relationship thing. I've done that before, and absolutely refuse to get into that again. It ain't gonna happen. So I figure I can hold out on dating/relationships/girls in general until I move back to the city.
I look forward to it.

But y'know, I have to admit something. Dating is a load of crap. I dunno. I just don't like the term "dating". I would prefer to skip all that crap and just jump into a relationship. It's never really worked out in my favour before, because in the end someone always gets hurt. I like to go and do things headfirst, blindly, running forward with my eyes closed. I may end up getting hurt, but man, there is something to be said about being so totally carefree when you've got someone to run blindly with you. It's exhilarating.

I've got faith, like George Micheal said, that things will work out for me eventually. I'm one of those dreamers that John Lennon talked about.
My time to shine in the sun is 2009. I predicted back in January that good things were gonna happen for me this year, and so far, my prediction is coming true. I'm just a little lazy. But I don't blame that on pot. I've always been a bit of a procrastinotor. Pot just exacerbated the whole deal.


Anyhoo... Journey is playing now. I need to play some air guitar.