by Matt | Jul 15, 2001 | Imported Entry
well. life has officially smacked the shit out of me. For those of you who thought that my life couldn’t get any worse, life begs to differ. Tonight I was in a car accident which totaled my vehicle. There was a dog in the on coming lane and the other car swerved to avoid it. They crossed the yellow line and struck me midway down the drivers side. I had swerved slightly to avoid it but they still struck hard. The collision sent me into a flat spin and off into the side of the road. They had collided with the driver side door, the backseat and the back wheel well. Apparently, the force had knocked the rear wheel around so much that it came off, taking the transaxle and strut with it. The strut, on its way out, cut the gas tank in half and so the car was a large hazard. I’m ok, only minor cuts and such. Mazda’s have a good record of safety and mine stood up to the challenge rather well considering the other vehicle was a Blazer. Anyway, now since the other girl only has weak insurance, I have to play legal games and try to squeeze enough out of them to buy a new car. I’m certainly not walking back to Savannah. And this concludes the portion of life where we try to fuck Matt up as much as possible. I’m done, seriously, I’m ready to go back to SCAD and forget that this summer even happened. I am however, extremely grateful that I was not seriously hurt. Actually I’m extremely grateful I was not seriously harmed in any of the past events, aside from mentally. For that I should say I’m lucky. I’m going to go to bed now. I’m sure I’ll be giving everyone the details about all this in the days to come. G’night. Later.
Current mood: completely removed from reality. (ie:bad) 
by Matt | Jul 14, 2001 | Imported Entry
Well, Eric called from EB today and told me that he hurt his leg and asked if I could come in for the day. Needing the extra cash, I said sure. So, now instead of closing tonight, I’ll be working all day. In other new, Chip and I saw “The Score” last night. Very good indeed. Those of you who are looking for a summer action flick will be disappointed. I’ve seen enough of them and was pleasently surprised. “The Score” is much more of a drama than an action flick. And while the “twist” at the end wasn’t a new thing, it was done very well. The high points for the movie, in my book, were definatly the pacing and the onscreen chemistry between the actors. No single action could have pulled it off, but together it was brilliant. DeNiro and Brando, Norton and DeNiro, all great. Like I had mentioned before, the pacing was also well done. The movie took it’s time, something rarely seen and even more rarely practiced in todays cinema. This movie took it’s time to develope characters, plot, settings, everything. I was watching the evening news last night and the movie reviewer said it was “to slow”. Ha! I say. If it had been any faster it would have ruined the continuity and you would have been able to drive a truck through the plot holes. That reviewer was obviously looking for a summer action flick. I was greatly pleasent that it wasn’t. All in all, it did have its problems, but they were few and far between. I liked it, and probably give it a solid A, the A+ is reserved for the best movie of the summer, which I’ve yet to see. Ok, I’m probably late for work. Later.
Current mood: Happy 
by Matt | Jul 13, 2001 | Imported Entry
Well kids, it’s been an interesting day. I’m not even sure how many of you are going to get to read this. Seems my DNS stuffage had been messed up. Chip fixed it, but it’ll take a day or two to straiten out. Other than that, it was a mildly productive day. I’ve almost finished the new layout and such. You can take a sneak peak of that here. I made some nifty buttons for those who didn’t have one. Feel free to take them and use them yourselves guys. I’m going to try and do away with text links, but it’ll be a slow process. The buttons were first, then the table, then the top, tomorrow I’ll work on the links inside the site. I also need to clean up some back pages, they won’t match the new layout. Anyways, that’ll be over the next few days. Tonight, me and Chip are going to go see “The Score”, which should be fun. Jeff and Chris are going down as well, so we may see them there. I’m gonna go figure out the plans for the night. Later.
Current Mood: somewhat happy
by Matt | Jul 12, 2001 | Imported Entry
Chris gets a big ‘ol cookie for giving me the quote of a life time:
“Matt was to verbal sparring as Brad Pitt was to Bareknuckle boxing in the movie Snatch” ~Chris Kelly
At any rate, I’m going to go to my brothers baseball game tonight. Not to watch the game or anything, but I’ve been promised food afterwards, always a good incentive. As for the rest of my day, I’ve sat around the house drinking tonic and lime trying to figure out when my life became such a living hell. I’m in fine spirits though. I’ve got my new Darude CD, enough tracks to mix for hours and no work till Saturday night. On a seperate note, “The Score” comes out tomorrow. Edward Norton and Robert DeNiro, it should be pretty good. I think I’ll go see that. Maybe this time I won’t stop at Texaco. Ok, I’m off, wish me luck at having a better day. Later
Current Mood: Hopeful but still jaded. 
by Matt | Jul 12, 2001 | Imported Entry
Without a doubt, we call officially call yesterday the worst day ever. Or maybe “why me, why me.” After straitening out all that stuff at work and leaving all that behind, I was looking forward to seeing Final Fantasy tonight with the boys. So, I get home, give Chris a ring, and head over to pick him up around 8:30. As I’m pulling out of his drive way a car comes around the bend at top speed and slams on its breaks, missing my back bumper by inches. Seeing all this in my rear-view mirror I miss place my feet and end up stalling the car, somewhat out of fright. I restart the car and look back in my mirror to see whats going on. The young ladies in the car are all giving me the finger, as if by being there I’ve somehow disturbed the Indy 500 they were running. I return the gesture and start down the road. As I’m heading down the street, they follow, inches from my bumper. At the stop light at the bottom of the hill they pull into the turning lane next to me, roll down they’re window and start swearing at me and giving me more wonderful gestures. The light turns green and I just look at them, smile and drive off. Apparently that wasn’t the answer they were looking for. Unsatisfied with the verbal assault they thought they gave me, they quickly cut off two moving lanes of traffic and follow after me, again on my bumper. Wheres a cop when you need one, right? Anyway, I figure they’re just pissed and drive off towards the gas station (I was low on fuel). As I pull into the Texaco, they pull up beside me, the driver rolls down her windows and says something to the effect of “if you ever f*ing do that f*ing again I’ll get my boyfriend and f*ing beat your f*ing head in”. Considering this “girl”, if you can call IT that, was about 5’2″ and 300lbs, I figure she’s not doing much of anything to me or anyone else. I return the insults and threats with “You do realize you’ve used the word “fuck” about 15 times in that sentence, you should really try and cut back”. This was also apparently not the response she was looking for. Her and the passenger jump out of their car and say “Out of your car, now, get the f* out of your car.” I stand up and say “listen lady, I putting gas in my car, you mind?” She “thunders” over towards me and says ” I’m gonna f*ing kick your ass you f*ing asshole, do you know who my boyfriend is, he’s Mo Wells and he’s gonna f*ing come down here and blow your f*ing head off with a f*ing shotgun.” “Whatever, I’m going to pump my gas now” I say in return. They get pissed that I’m not doing anything and get back in their car. The passenger then gets back out of the car, comes over to me at the gas pump, gets right in my face and says “your such a f*ing asshole, you’ve got a f*ing attitude problem”. I look at her and brush it off and turn my concentration back to the gas pump. She winds up and punches me in the side of the head. I didn’t actually hurt, I was slightly more stunned that it had happened. She runs back to the car and get in. As she’s going back I say “you know, I’m going to be the bigger man and not hit you back”. She says “yah whatever, you certainly were acting like the bigger man.” Then they get in their car and speed off. I’m left standing at the pump wondering what to do. I’ve never been assaulted before. I go inside Texaco and ask if they have any security cameras. The attendant says no but offers me the phone to call the police. I decline since I don’t really see the point. I didn’t have their name, or they’re license plate number, so who would I press charges against. The only name I have is Mo Wells, who come to find out, is the local drug dealer. He’s been in jail several times and has been picked up for narcotics and weapons possessions. He also sells drugs to the high school kids since he lives in the apartments across the street. If in fact he is that girls boyfriend, then it’s very possible that indeed he does have weapons enough to harm me. But, the way I figure it, most people in town know who he is and she was probably just trying to scare me by throwing his name around. If you had seen this girl, trust me, she wasn’t exactly girlfriend material, and if I were Mo, I certainly wouldn’t have anything to do with her. Drug dealers should has a little more taste than that. At any rate, I’ve left feeling disappointed in people in general and now have seen the effects of “road rage” first hand. Wait, I take that back, I’m not disappointed in people, just more disappointed in white-trash. I have the fullest confidence that people as a whole aren’t complete assholes. I have faith that our society hasn’t gone that far. Then again, when I look around I see more and more evidence that a large percentage of the population should be taken out to sea on a boat and sunk in the middle of the Atlantic. I’ve noticed a steady decline in both the common sense and attitudes of people in Milford in the past 5 years. I will however, not be pushed in the other direction. I will not purchase a hand gun to protect myself, I will not seek police intervention, I will not track down Mo and beat the ever living shit out of him. All for the same reason that I didn’t hit that girl back. That I don’t want to complete a cycle thats trying to repeat itself. Someones violent to me, I’ve violent to them, the system repeats, and I won’t do it. I’d like to think I’m a much bigger person than that. Not that I’m on a high horse, my horse isn’t very big at all, but I do know I’m better than those people. You heard me. I think I’m better than them. Period. I don’t solve my problems with obscenities and violence. That said… Fuck them. As you can see, I’m still a tad bit angry, I won’t lie to you there, and who wouldn’t be, I’m just not going to do anything to provoke the cycle anymore. As I was driving away from the gas station, I was laughing about it with Chris, saying how stupid and random that was. Two movies come to mind, Falling Down with Micheal Douglas and the beginning of The Whole Nine Yards with Matthew Perry, right at the beginning when he’s venting his anger on the steering wheel. Ok, enough of this. I’m sure both Chris and Chip will have written something interesting about this in their journals as well. I consider the case closed and don’t intend to go after ti anymore. I just hope that Karma plays a roll and they get what they deserve. Ok, I’m going to go back to bed now, I’m still sleepy. I’ll catch you all later, when the world has come to its senses. And oh, by the way, Final Fantasy was good. B plot A++ animation, just as I figured it. Ok, Later.
Current mood: angry and confused. 
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