tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60615732011-10-03T10:21:14.519-07:00Internal Confusion and External NonsenseComments let me know you still care...Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1145564025800129722006-04-20T13:11:00.000-07:002006-05-04T23:19:14.643-07:00If you're still checking this blog. You should be going to my xanga. www.xanga.com/bonelesssboarder. "Tales of a Tenshi Kaikon" has already started. Go see what you've missing!Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1138329683872309312006-01-26T18:41:00.000-08:002006-01-26T18:41:31.180-08:00 The Slow Dancer Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLDm) Steady, reliable, and cradling her tenderly. Take a deep breath, and let it out real easy...you are The Slow Dancer.Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1123567444865582382005-08-08T23:03:00.000-07:002005-08-08T23:04:04.873-07:00Your #1 Love Type: ISFPThe ArtistIn love, you feel deeply and experience intense emotions.For you, sex is serious. It's how you best express your feelings.Overall, you are laid back, warm, and a good listener.However, you tend to seem lazy and disinterested sometimes.Best matches: ESFJ and ENFJYour #2 Love Type: ESFPThe PerformerIn love, you relish every moment and tend to get caught up in Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1123566636476322662005-08-08T22:49:00.000-07:002005-08-08T22:51:13.276-07:00The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to good manners and elegance.In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship thatFreestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1123564944866979892005-08-08T22:21:00.000-07:002005-08-08T22:22:24.873-07:00How You Life Your LifeYou seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.Some of your past dreams have disappointed you, but you don't let it get you down.How Do You Live Your Life?Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1111027830584676352005-03-16T21:50:00.000-08:002005-03-16T18:50:30.586-08:00As much as I don't like it, I am going to dicontinue using this blog. There are just somethings that I would rather have some people (i.e. my family) not know about. If I do blog, it will be in my secondary blog.Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1109200164699224012005-02-23T18:08:00.000-08:002005-02-23T15:09:24.700-08:00Sorry I haven't blogged in a while. I haven't really felt the need to. Sorry if I left anyone hanging. Well, I'm not sure where to start. I suppose I'll start from entry I erased before.A couple of weeks ago, Tracy said some things to me. She might have been a little out of it, but still she was right. Then after some thinking, I said to myself. You've been depressed for so long for stupid Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1108588631450553612005-02-16T16:16:00.000-08:002005-02-16T13:17:11.450-08:00Today is the day. The day I tell them after all this time. I really hope I can do it. I am writing this to make sure that I do. If I delete this entry, then I failed. I must tell them, So I can stop living this lie and let my secret out to everyone.Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1108433501319530042005-02-14T21:10:00.001-08:002005-02-14T18:11:41.320-08:00I am sorry Betsy, for making you worry. I didn't know that you read my blog. True, it is a very depressing blog, but that is cause I write in it more often when I feel down. It helps me feel better to get it out rather then bottle it up. I am not depressed all the time. I've actually been getting better compared to a couple of months ago. Now, about the drinking.... I don't drink because I'm Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1108072843978588852005-02-10T17:39:00.000-08:002005-02-10T14:39:11.896-08:00How long should you keep a secret? How long is too long? What if you know you should tell someone, but are too scared to do it? I have a secret that no one knows and I'm dying to let it out, but I cannot bring myself to do it. I've kept it for so long that I can no longer remember when It all started. (years...) I've just been ignoring it, chasing the thoughts from my mind. I know that I need to Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1107224503524995062005-01-31T21:20:00.000-08:002005-01-31T18:21:43.523-08:00"if you don't want to lash out, stop it" Do you know how stupid that statement is? You're obviously not listening. Why don't you tell the sun to stop raising? I fucking tried that... Twice. First time I avoided talking all together, and got yelled at for ignoring people. The second time I ignored my feelings completely, which worked great for a short time. Till I snapped and sunk into infinitely Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1106615162415019262005-01-24T20:03:00.000-08:002005-01-24T17:06:02.416-08:00I suppose I better explain my last post a little bit. (not my comment in the post, the post itself" Pretty much the only reason I blog at all is to get feedback. Something, anything! Something to tell me that I'm still apart of your life, to let me know that you're still out there. I wrote that last post because I was tired of pouring my heart into a post and getting nothing. A simple "hey" or "Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1105744987917255682005-01-14T18:22:00.000-08:002005-01-14T15:23:07.916-08:00I feel like an update is needed, then I remind myself that no one is listening.
Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1104459582698258132004-12-30T21:17:00.000-08:002004-12-30T18:19:42.696-08:00Okay, go ahead. Keep lying to yourself. "Things will get better" No, no they won't. Not for you, not ever. Ignorance is bliss, but you know the truth. It will never get better. You will always be miserable. You will always hate yourself. You will never have anything more than a pathetic excuse for a life. Yea, sure... That's the answer, push everyone and everything away, Ignore your pain. You Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1104274171388562472004-12-28T17:49:00.000-08:002004-12-28T14:49:31.386-08:00I just thought I'd share this while I can still remember it. One of my more painful memories. It all happened a few years ago. When David was still part of the "gang" He and I had planned on seeing our girlfriends at the time, Kristy and Nicole. (David-kristy, Nicole-you get the idea) We went to see them at some fair in a pissant little town I don't remember the name of. They knew we were coming,Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1102838014545402612004-12-12T02:51:00.000-08:002004-12-11T23:53:34.546-08:00Well, I finally found it. The worse feeling in the world. The feeling that your life, your existence is meaningless. And you know, Yes know, that there is nothing you can do about it. The fact that you will die miserable and alone, uncared for and unwanted. Not that I'm going to live much longer anyways. (don't argue with me on that, You don't know. No one does) I can't stand the fact that I Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1102551444417688392004-12-08T19:14:00.000-08:002004-12-08T16:17:24.416-08:00I no longer have the energy to Ignore the emptiness. Life drained into a unceasing numb...
Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1100057415589258492004-11-09T19:27:00.000-08:002004-11-12T20:05:15.866-08:00let's do something different. Post a bad memory you have of me.
Oops, Time's up. Number of replys: 0
(you didn't have to write bad memories, it was just a suggestion. Oh well, lost your chance)
Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1099434655843820362004-11-02T17:30:00.000-08:002004-11-02T14:30:55.843-08:00Is it worse to bring out the bad in people, then bring out nothing at all? I found my problem in life, But knowing the problem doesn't mean you can find a solution. I'm jealous, of everyone. But even though I know that i'm jealous doesn't mean that I can suddenly stop.
Fuck! I hate my brain. All I want to do write a stupid entry, but as soon as I find something to write about, my brain tries to Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1097998420421602072004-10-17T03:33:00.000-07:002004-10-17T00:33:40.423-07:00I am officially upset right now. But I'm glad I got to see Ian today. I'm a little pissed off though, at Tracy. How dare she?! I have no conscience?! How would she know! I'm just so pissed. Listen, I'm sorry about the way acted in the past, but I was in a rough time. I mean, You'd just dumped me, and that was coupled with my already very low self-esteem and unwillingness to face my emotions. WhatFreestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1097976591583699432004-10-16T21:29:00.000-07:002004-10-16T23:55:14.903-07:00For those of you who weren't there or were and didn't notice, I had sort of a "crash" last night. I kind of knew that this false happiness couldn't last for ever. I am relieved that I ended up in a quiet mood rather than a mean one. Needless to say, I was slightly depressed and looked very tired, but it was more of a "rather be sleeping then awake" tired. Although it was very sudden, I know what Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1097537177946918752004-10-11T19:26:00.000-07:002004-10-11T16:26:17.946-07:00Am I sane? What makes me sane? How am I different from what I was back when I wasn't myself? What am I doing? Is all I do desperate attempts to get attention? Just wanting to know if you noticed that I'm gone. Was I even there? Did I take up space? Will you remember who I was when another takes my place? Will I fade into the past? A forgotten face in the crowd. Does anything I ever do mean a Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1097020122581859522004-10-05T19:48:00.000-07:002004-10-05T16:48:42.580-07:00Hey, not much new to report. I'm still "happy" and trying to figure out why. I saw donnie darko last night. It made sense but still left me confused. Too many questions and too many answers. Oh well, I'm going to attempt to not ramble off tonight. I guess the movie (like a lot of things) got me thinking more about my own life. My biggest question is if I had to make a choice like donnie did, Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1096100948589859802004-09-25T04:28:00.000-07:002004-09-25T01:29:08.590-07:00Basically, I wrote this entry in my car.
If your reading this than I'm already dead. No wait! I meant that I'm bored and needed something to do before class. Its kinda hard to write on an arm rest but I'm sure there are far harder places. It's fucking hot. How can something be "fucking" hot? fucking is a verb, not an adjective. Speaking of, how can something be cold as hell? hell is supposed to Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1095535371157762652004-09-18T15:20:00.000-07:002004-09-18T12:48:01.783-07:00Greetings. I know we've talked before, but you don't know me. I'm a third part of Matt's personalities. Confused? Well, the best way to put it is with a question. Did you ever wonder why Matt can talk through his blog and no where else. I'm the answer. I'm the more coherent side of matt's personality. But unfortunate I can only exist here, on the web. I rarely make appearances outside. I supposedFreestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1095119697373596822004-09-13T19:52:00.000-07:002004-09-13T16:54:57.373-07:00I can't win! No matter what I do, I'm an asshole. I barely said a word for probably like six hours. So I guess that means I'm "ignoring" her. At least I wasn't cruel or mean. I guess you can tell that I'm in my down and quiet personality. I'm still in it a little bit. Probably will be for a while. Unfortunately it's this side of me that seems more prone toward suicidal thoughts... Things just Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1094927650696415582004-09-11T14:39:00.000-07:002004-09-11T11:34:10.696-07:00That's it, I've officially lost it. I set out on a goal and did the complete opposite thing. A while back, near the end of the whole Tracy thing, I was instructed to "find myself" but now I have no idea who I am. I'm not sure if you noticed, but I do have Multiple personalities. That, or I'm bi-polar. No joke. David said that he noticed. The two me's where always different, but now... I can't Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1094678939237956632004-09-08T17:26:00.000-07:002004-09-08T14:28:59.236-07:00Why am I such a fucking loser? Too incompetent for rational thought. Too scared to ask for help. Too slow for a response. Too quiet to be heard. Too confused to pay attention. Too worried to let loose. Too shy to get out. Too bored to stay home. Too dark to be light. Too good to be evil.
I need to change, back to my old self. I am trying but it's hard to be the me I used to be. I keep losing Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1093923396848023132004-08-30T23:36:00.000-07:002004-08-30T20:36:36.846-07:00It has come to my attention that I'm no longer me. Stuck in some other personalitly. I wanted to stop being me, but what have I become. I also hate the new me. Except that he is not new... I lost control and let him out. That darker inner me. I don't want to be so mean, cruel or heartless. It needs to stop. But how? I don't know, but I will try to be the former me. But that me is so depressed, Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1093530922993913282004-08-25T10:35:00.001-07:002004-08-26T07:36:58.183-07:00You're better now I'm goneMoved onNo cause for concernA cry for helpGoes unheardMuffled by everyday lifeIf it can be called thatIt's all my faultStupid cowardly foolI can only blame myselfBut things won't go backTo the way they were beforeNever to be the sameOne thing I needNot the only thingBut it's somethingI need someone to hold meAnd tell me Everything is going to be alright.Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1093302025285965742004-08-23T19:00:00.000-07:002004-08-23T17:36:04.240-07:00Stolen from Rob's Blog, Who probably got it from Tracy.
LAST PERSON WHO
x. Slept in your bed: Myself
x. Saw you cry: No one but me
x. Made you cry: More me then someone else
x. You spent the night with: roommates
x. You shared a drink with: roommates
x. You went to the movies with: Been a while
x. You went to the mall with: David, Dan and Ramona
x. Yelled at you: Tracy
x. Sent you an email: ebayFreestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1093101869270020292004-08-21T11:24:00.000-07:002004-08-21T08:24:29.270-07:00Things move alongDays go by fasterI'm just slowing downDon't look, Don't pay any attentionNothing, No one hereI cause nothing but miseryLife moves onI hold it backStupid Selfish reasonsNow I only cause misery for myselfBack inside it goesFor the world to never seeYour happier that i'm not there.Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-109309918605603792004-08-21T10:39:00.000-07:002004-08-21T07:45:53.373-07:00Good news for people who love bad newsWe've lost the plot and we just can't chooseWe are hummingbirds that are just not willing to moveDidn't mean to laugh, didn't know I had. Didn't know the better part of what you saidDidn't get the joke. Didn't mean to poke another, just to save myself from some something something or another one. Well walk home. Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1092940267013396752004-08-19T11:23:00.000-07:002004-08-19T11:31:07.013-07:00SON OF A BITCH, I've wrote two fucking blog today and both of them came up with an error when i published them!! I'm so fucking pissed! I give up!
I can't fucking talk to people! I hate myself!
Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1092851821493314192004-08-18T13:56:00.000-07:002004-08-18T10:57:01.493-07:00I'm sorry everyone. I know you all care about me, especially you Tracy. I forget sometimes, overshadowed by my sadness. I feel like I'm getting better, but Its more a numbing than a healing. I hate this feeling, but it's better than alternatives. I need something to look forward to. All I have now is sleep, work and the weekends. Sleep is my escape from reality, but my dreams torment me. I'm Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1092731076796060862004-08-17T04:25:00.000-07:002004-08-17T01:24:36.796-07:00The days go by, blurred into an endless cycle. Nothing happens nothing changes. No progress is made. An never ending decent into the depths. I do nothing, I have no point. What's the point of my life? I think about it everyday, my worthless existence. I put on the appearance of calm and carefree, but I am not. Do not trust my expressions, for they lie. I am a fake, I have been for a while. PeopleFreestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1092606058021268902004-08-15T17:38:00.000-07:002004-08-15T14:40:58.020-07:00I did something a couple of weeks ago that I haven't done in a really long time. I wished that I would never have to.
Matt, Your not allowed to talk anymore. (unrelated to above statement)
Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1092509072789456932004-08-14T14:45:00.000-07:002004-08-16T22:35:08.290-07:00I've already posted the following. If you've already read it and remember what it says, you can just skip to the bottom:
The following entry is written entirely out of self loathing. If you have any kind of caring for me, I would recommend not reading it. Especially since it is written as me yelling at myself.
You Fucking idiot! Who told you could be happy! You don't meet the qualifications for Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1092159868921729812004-08-10T13:44:00.000-07:002004-08-10T10:49:28.736-07:00Well, it's been a couple days since my last entry, so I guess it's time for an update. Nothing really has changed. Tracy and I are still broke up, but she still comes over from time to time. I have yet to determine if that is a good or bad thing. I was kinda mean to her last time she was here last time. I'm sorry about that, I was kinda stressed out. I got to hang out with David Pugh over the Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1091492166333919772004-08-02T20:13:00.000-07:002004-08-02T19:27:23.356-07:00Okay, screw it. I'm putting my feelings down anyway. Tracy and I had our talk yesterday. There was so much I wanted to say, but I couldn't do it. I can't stand to see Tracy upset. But it's even worse when it's because of me. I could never (intentionally) do anything that would hurt her. That doesn't mean that I haven't. Most of the time, she (more or less) runs away and sits off by herself. ThoseFreestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1091427096027277282004-08-02T14:12:00.000-07:002004-08-01T23:12:36.303-07:00There is so much I want to put in here. But what's the point... Expressing my feelings through this blog has not helped me in the least. I don't think it will now. I give up on trying to make people understand that which i don't myself understand and probably never will.
Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1090952028865952982004-07-27T14:14:00.000-07:002004-07-27T11:13:48.866-07:00Why do I write in this thing? What's the point? No one understands me. My thoughts are too random and jumbled for even me to comprehend... I guess I can't talk because I'm scared, of people, in general. I'm not scared of some people (like Joe C.) but most people I am. I want to be open and share with them, but I just freeze, unable to think. I have a.d.d, you know it, I know it. So I don't have Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1090567248679142042004-07-23T15:07:00.000-07:002004-07-23T00:20:48.680-07:00Well, I'm here... at work. I just got done reading Tracy's blog. I'm a tad worried. I but I understand how she feels. And I want to come out and tell her that I do love her. I do, but I am just unsure of how to express my feelings. I'm afraid that my mind might be playing tricks on me and making me think that I am in love with her when i'm really not. I've been fooled before. I really don't want Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1089908337363401322004-07-15T08:46:00.000-07:002004-07-15T09:18:57.363-07:00Well, I'm still here. Little worse for the wear. I kind of dropped a 200lb metal plate on my hand Monday. I had to get 13 stitches (two cuts: 5+8). You could actually see the muscle on one of them... I definitely scared everyone when I came home Monday at 11:30. (I'm not supposed to get home until 4:30) And I'm sure the bandages didn't help anything. It was nice though, I called off work Tuesday Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1089450225162978982004-07-10T01:39:00.000-07:002004-07-10T02:04:19.516-07:00Summer is the time of happiness.... Why is everyone so freaking down? I mean, I've been reading a lot of people's blogs and no one is happy... Ian, Kristin, Alex, Rob, Tracy.. Etc. Ian, You can't always control what you or other people do. I don't' think Rachel really minds whatever you did. The rest of us enjoy your crazy antics, I know I do. Kristin, I'm not entirely sure what your current Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1089225696647538072004-07-07T10:41:00.000-07:002004-07-07T11:44:54.236-07:00The following entry is written entirely out of self loathing. If you have any kind of caring for me, I would recommend not reading it. Especially since it is written as me yelling at myself.
You Fucking idiot! Who told you could be happy! You don't meet the qualifications for happiness. You are lazy! Forgetful! You have nothing to talk about! Your not even a good listener! You can't remember Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1089052109781901482004-07-05T10:42:00.000-07:002004-07-05T11:28:29.780-07:00I never really wanted this blog... but since I already have it, I might as well use it... I just got done reading rob's blog. It's been a major goal in my life to be as different as possible from rob. but Now that i read his blog, i realize that we are more similar than ever. More specificly, pretty much everything he said about "day three" he and i have exactly the same emotional boundries. Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1088745816019657902004-07-01T21:33:00.000-07:002004-07-01T22:31:36.670-07:00Well, Here we are again. I've come to the understanding that some people weren't trilled with my previous post. Too bad, cause here comes some more. Let's face it, I have no personality... Of my own. I've come to the conclusion that what appears to be my personality is actually a jumbled mess of personalities that I picked up while I was growing up. From friends, classmates, TV, etc. But I mean, Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1088533568448619852004-06-29T10:26:00.000-07:002004-06-30T10:48:01.246-07:00Well, I guess it's about time to have a serious blog entry. Get some things off my chest so to speak. I'm sorry to say this but no one knows who I am. I mean lots of people know Matt Ducat. But no one knows me. I'm an act. As much as it scares me to admit it. The real me is locked away deep inside. I'm pretty sure it died long ago. I have no emotions, well visible emotions. I bottle everything. IFreestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1088290155014429062004-06-26T15:45:00.000-07:002004-06-26T15:49:15.013-07:00New Update!!!!!
I am a toaster. Yes, that's right. Stick some bread in me and it comes out nice and crispy. Yup, just plug me in and I become all red and warm. DO NOT STICK A FORK IN ME! (ouch) and always, please do not put anything already buttered in me. *sticky* yuck! This message brought to you by the ever-present... rob (nod).Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1087493123945664732004-06-17T10:22:00.000-07:002004-06-17T10:25:23.946-07:00An open discussion with myself: (yes, this is also in my buddy profile)
Do I have a personality? Most people say no. Some say I do but it's more of a lack there of. But I question this... I clearly remember moments where I appeared to have a personality, but these are short lived and very in the type of personality present at the time. I submit the possibility that my personality is actually Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6061573.post-1087492837140325002004-06-17T10:18:00.000-07:002004-06-17T10:20:37.140-07:00Well, my blog is up. I don't plan on writing in it very often. just when i get an idea for something to write. which i don't right now. so i'm out. later!Freestyle Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01809241510744957511noreply@blogger.com0