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Here's a sort of funny video for you to watch, as to distract you from the fact that I have nothing interesting to say.
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But yeah.. how about you guys write something interesting in the comments here instead.

]]> ~Spankreas http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/18456116/ http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/18456116/ Thu, 22 May 2008 23:34:53 PDT
There's so much to talk about from the last 5 months, yet so little I'm allowed to say. Funny how that works. Heh.

Basically, back in December I went to New York City with a few friends from school, and had an awesometastic time. That was fun. The highlight of the trip was the squirrels in Battery Park on the southern tip of Manhattan. They were pretty cool.

I saw 'The Golden Compass' in the theater with Jeff, Rachel, and Emily at some point in December. It sucked total balls. If you saw the movie and also agree with my sentiments towards it, you should read the book. It's actually good. Fuck. Read the Trilogy.

Then I had a wonderblastoreocookiesyay Christmas, and new years was ok. I watched Constantine with Jeff, and then we celebrated the new year with rampant anal sex. Okay, so maybe the last part never happened, but that doesn't mean i never dreamed it.

I'm sure some cool stuff happened in the next few months, but I gave it little thought.

Oh yeah. I had a birthday. That was cool. now I'm 20. Holy shit; it's scary - I know. I'm still getting over the whole shock of it. Every once in a while I'll forget I'm 20 and have a relapse. Who knows... I could be dead 5 years from now. Scary stuff.

By April 18th I was done school. yay. I got mostly 80s in my classes so I'm happy.

I had an out of school type party thing with some of my closest friends on April 25th, once everyone was back home. It was going pretty good until everybody decided to be douchebags, and then it just became a huge dramafest. I guess thats what alcohol does to you. Hey, at least I had a good time at my own party, if no one else did. I mean until I had to clean up afterwards... like.. literally and figuratively. My parents were entertained at least. Maybe I'll have another party before the summer is over solely for their entertainment. Yeah. that's a good idea.

hey, here's a cool song:

<sub>"Don't you dare speak for someone you don't know.
You'll feel it in the back of your throat.
You know I can't construct a poem,
'Cause words, like girls, get bored and run
C'est la vie, I say "I've got so many better things"
I've got nothing, you should see me,
I smoke myself to sleep.

And blame postmodern things I can't relate,
Like summer camp and coastal states.
Like alcohol and coffee beans.
Dance floors and magazines.
I think its safe to say I've only got myself to blame
But boys in swooping haircuts are bringing me down,
Taking pictures of themselves.

And so I walk the web in search of love,
But always seem to end up stuck.
I'm finding flaws in everyone.
I've reached the point where all I want,
Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up.
We are parallel lines we’re running in circles,
We're never meant to cross.

I'm at a loss, you were my tangerine,
My pussycat, my trampoline.
Now alls I get are wincing cheeks,
And dog problems, I signed a lease.
Thinking my heart belonged at 93rd and park.
Instead I broke a girl’s heart,
And flew back to Phoenix to finish the year as it started.

Can you hear me?
Are you listening?
This is the sound of my heart breaking.
And I hope it's entertaining,
Cause for me it’s a bitch.
Was it worth it?
When you slept with him?
Did you get it all out of your system?

I am a man
Holding it all
I couldn’t breath
Coming across
I didn’t know
I couldn’t give up

B is for believing you'd always be here for me.
E is for everything, even when we'd see it though.
C, c is for seeing through you, you are a fake, which brings me to
A because, because, you always run away.

I never finish phrases, I misspell.
Open arms are prison cells.
When I said, "I hate what I've become"
I lied, I hated who I was.
So when you start to wonder 'bout the pain in my throat,
Then don't you ever, no never, ever, speak for someone you don't know.""</sub>

The song is "Dog Problems" by a band called The Format.
It's a pretty good song. Download it if you can find it.
If you can't: click here -> [link] The music video is kind of silly, but meh.

It's gonna be a good summer for movies from the looks of it. For me at least. The new X-Files movie comes out July 25th, so whether you're a fan or not, you're obligated to see this movie. Idunno. It doesn't look too excit... ]]> ~Spankreas http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/15833699/ http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/15833699/ Fri, 07 Dec 2007 11:59:44 PST .

I'm planning on starting another painting soon. I've done some rough sketches for it, and It's probably slightly in the style of my last painting, so if you liked it, then you may like the one to come. I bought a 24"x36" canvas to paint it on, so you can expect it to be fairly epic.

I went out with my family to The Keg Steakhouse and Bar last night to celebrate my mother's birthday, but there were no seats in the main restaurant so we said we'd take a booth in the bar. I love eating there because the food is so damn good, even though I order the same thing every time. Caesar salad, garlic cheese bread, chicken fingers. Now I know what you're thinking. "Wow, Matt, You're almost 20 years old, and you're ordering chicken fingers when you could be getting a fat juicy sirloin, drenched in marinated goodness?" well, yes.. thats more or less the case here. Regardless, I believe that one is never too old for chicken fingers, chicken strips, whatever you want to call them... even if you can only order them from the kids menu. Plus, I love chicken! so that's that. Also, last night was the first time I ordered a beer in a bar-type setting, so yay for firsts.

You may know, as I do, That today, on December the 7th, the movie, The Golden Compass, came out in theaters everywhere. I have been waiting for this moment since some time in 2003 since i saw rumors on rottentomatoes.com. However, over the past few months, after seeing the trailers, I have come to be more fearful of seeing the movie, than excited for seeing it. Back in grade 8, I read the book "The Golden Compass", originally called "Northern Lights" in Europe. It was at the time, and still is one of the greatest fantasy-type books I have ever read. I suppose that I'm afraid the movie will ruin the book for me, and just by what I've seen in the trailers, so many things are different from how I pictured them way back when, when i read the book. However, I plan on seeing the Movie with my dearest Emily, and most bestest friend, ~DaaBree-Jeff. Oh yeah, and Rachel's coming too. We've all read the book [with the exception of Rachel who is a few chapters in currently] so I'm hoping we will all take the movie in a similar way, and have a deep discussion about it's interpretation from the book, hopefully over tea and cookies, while sitting on big comfy couches somewhere. All I can ask is that anyone reading this considers reading The Golden Compass, and the other two books in the trilogy, perhaps even before seeing the movie. I'm not against the movie at all. I'm just afraid the depth and significance of the original story might be lost in the movie in an oversimplified plot.

On a different note, I'm going to New York soon! yay! . I'm going via school trip through Mohawk college with a few friends on the 13th so it should be one exciting adventure after another until I come home on the 18th.

As it is right now, I have one exam left in school. Just so happens it's the hard one. Study study study! Jeff is coming over this weekend, so I hope he's willing to help me study for my Packaging exam. 'cause that's what he's gonna be doing.

'til next time,



Spanks

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]]> ~Spankreas http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/14361069/ http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/14361069/ Mon, 27 Aug 2007 07:39:56 PDT So my dad woke me up, and told me there was a praying mantis waiting for me at the door, so of course I jumped out of bed with much the same vigor as a 12 year old child on Christmas day, and headed to the front door where said praying mantis was waiting for me. I collected it most effectively and brought it to my basement lair where it is now currently residing in a terrarium, devouring crickets. Ah, but why, you ask, would I have a terrarium full of crickets just sitting in my basement... well, my friends and avid watchers... you will soon understand.
Thus begins the tale of Yojimbo and the rowdy, mutinous crickets. It was a beautiful mid-July day, and ~DaaBree-Jeff was over. We were fashioning a small habitat-thing from a plastic container for our newfound mantis friend, later to be named Yojimbo. If you wish to know the significance of the name/word "yojimbo", you can easily find out via wikipedia.com.
Within a week, Yojimbo was upgraded to terrarium status, which I'm sure was much more enjoyable and scenic for the young insect. Yojimbo was young, tiny [only about 1.5'' long], and beige-brown coloured. She lived happily for many weeks, dining on the finest crickets money can by` for 9 cents. Twice she shed her skin [molted], growing significantly larger each time. For you see, praying mantises molt seven times in their lives, gaining their wings after the seventh molting.
Around mid-august, I went to Petsmart to buy crickets for Yojimbo, who was nearing her final molting, and swelling like a ridiculously ripe tomato. Upon my homeward arrival, I dumped the bag of thirty crickets into the cage of the beastly mantid-creature, and she began destroying and devouring them immediately. One night, several days later, I was watching T.V in my basement. At around 3AM I was about to go to bed, so i went to turn off the light above the terrarium, and to my dismay Yojimbo was not hanging on the lid where she had been the last few days. She had begun to molt, only she had fallen off the lid during this time, and as her soft, vulnerable, freshly molted abdomen had emerged from her shedding skin, the twenty some-odd crickets on the floor of the enclosure swarmed her as she struggled to pull herself from the rest of her skin, her legs were flailing, her front claws were pawing towards the top of the cage - her only means of escape from the carnage. It was too late for me to do anything once I saw what was happening - she was already half eaten. I decided to just let nature take its course. I turned off the light and went to bed, troubled. It was a very sad occasion indeed.
The next day, however, I received a call from ~BadDreamAquarius, saying she had found and successfully captured a stick bug which she wanted me to take and provide shelter for. I went over and soon enough we had found a second stick insect. They were to occupy Yojimbo's terrarium for the next few weeks. Now don't get me wrong... Stick bugs are a remarkable evolutionary phenomenon, but for the love of god, they are fucking boring as hell. This is why I was so delighted this morning when a new mantis came to my doorstep.
The new mantis is fully grown, deep green, and furthermore, resilient to cricket mutiny. I had a feeling I'd find another one... what else could avenge the death of Yojimbo against the evil crickets? It's kinda like karma, on an insect level. heh. Incidentally, I don't think the crickets even mind being eaten. I mean, they twitch a bit at first, and kick their legs until they realize they won't be set free from the spiny grasp of the mantis, and then they kind of just look around and clean their antennae as their insides are ripped out, appendages cut off, etc - A human equivalent of doing your nails and watching Lord of The Rings while your arms and legs are removed with a chainsaw. But yeah, Just thought I'd report...

- Spanks

]]> ~Spankreas http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/14081940/ http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/14081940/ Wed, 08 Aug 2007 21:47:14 PDT


And as for other matters:

Ahhh, Summer is more than half over. This is sad.

]]> ~Spankreas http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/12983433/ http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/12983433/ Wed, 16 May 2007 21:29:24 PDT
Dress Shoes: ... $45.59

Shirt and Tie: ... $87.60

PinStriped Suit: ... $196.23

Grad Ring: ... $432.06

...

Graduating From High School: ........... Definitely Not Fucking Priceless

]]> ~Spankreas http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/11168274/ http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/11168274/ Sat, 28 Apr 2007 15:26:59 PDT
]]> ~Spankreas http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/9317659/ http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/9317659/ Sat, 12 Aug 2006 01:45:36 PDT Updated August 12th

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so... i've started writing my next massive journal entry of doom, and i thought i'd give you all a little preview of what i have written so far, so that you know what to expect. well.... here you have it...</sup>


<sub>Saturday, July 08, 2006
2:47 AM

So… here I am. Today I started to think about things and I realized that… well… I really need to start thinking about what matters to me in life. I need to find out who I am. I often find myself too concerned with what other people think of me to enjoy the person who I am. And although I’d like to tell myself I don’t conform to what I think the people around me want me to be, to a certain extent, I know I do. And that is why, earlier today, I decided that this next journal, being the one I’m writing now, is going to be all about me. At least, when I have finished writing this, I hope to have learned something more about myself that I didn’t know before. And that is what I’ve always discovered when I write: the more I write about my problems, my memories, my dreams... the clearer they become to me, and the more I get to know myself. I can honestly say right now that I have no idea exactly what I’ll accomplish, once having written this journal, nor what content it will contain, nor how long it will be, nor what your general reaction to it will be, and not even whether you will enjoy reading it. All I know is what I hope to accomplish: some form of understanding of what I am, what I have been, and maybe even what I hope to be.

3:05 AM

I sit here, in the silence, contemplative, reflective, retrospective, and notably shirtless. Summer has only begun, and what a better time to look back on the past 6 months… for that is the last time any of you have heard from me in one of these journals. So I’ve decided it’s only fair to tell all you guys about the last 6 months of my life. In how much detail, I do not yet know. But I’ll tell you now, if it’s anywhere near to be written in as much detail as my last journal entry I will be finished this by about the end of next summer. After all… in my last big journal entry I somehow managed to summarize the events of two days in around 7500 words. Given this, I’ll have to remember to just focus on the key moments, events, issues, etc that I have been subject to in the last 6 months. *nervous laugh*. This should be a new experience I guess, lol… keeping things brief, that is. Well, first of all, I think it would be best to talk about what’s going on with me right now. The last day of school was around two weeks ago, and believe it or not… I passed all my courses! Not that I was expecting to fail any of them, but I guess I’m saying I deserved the grades I received in the 3 courses I took this semester. The grades being not too high, and moderately low, but fitting, seeing as, quite honestly, I can’t deny having slacked off excessively, among other things. My parents have a vague idea of what to expect when my report card comes in the mail, but I’m still not sure how they will react… hopefully they will react not too aggressively, not too gravely, and without the aid of a meat tenderizer. If you want to know what’s really on my mind right now, apart from other things… and people… what’s on my mind is the fact that in two days, on Monday, at 11:15 AM, I will be entering an operating room, and undergoing jaw surgery. I’ve known it had to happen for years, but not until recently has this been tearing away at me. Truth be told, I have an under-bite, meaning the teeth on the bottom jaw meet in front of the teeth on the upper jaw when the jaws are closed. Now this isn’t anything too uncommon, but the unfortunate truth is that I require surgery to correct the under-bite. This surgery involves my upper jaw [the maxilla] to be cut off the rest of my skull, shifted several millimeters forward, and screwed back on. As if this isn’t already enough, they are going to pull out my wisdom teeth at the same time, and kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. All in all, the surgery is gonna be two hours long. And from these two hours of surgery, I’ll be spending 3 to 4 days in the hospital afterwards, 1.5 to 2 weeks waiting for the swelling, numbness, and pain to subside, and it will take the bone of my upper jaw around 3 weeks to heal completely and fuse back to the rest of my skull. As scared to hell as I am about this procedure and what I’ll look like afterwards, I’ve had a seemingly infinite amount of support from my friends about it. Some friends have been open and blunt about it, and others have been sympathetic and caring about it, and I appreciate all of it, because I’ve never been pwned with so much incoming sincerity in my life, and I love all of them to death. Every last one of those sorry bastards! S... ]]></sub> ~Spankreas http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/9154358/ http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/9154358/ Fri, 23 Jun 2006 00:12:05 PDT i swear to god, i have an erection, and i can't think of a "header" for this journal, so i decided to let you know about that.

yeeeeah, so.... long story... actually... it's a short one if i say it this way:

I'm actually quite sorry i havn't been on DeviantArt for the better part of three months, and i plan to get caught up on all the messages i've mangaed to accumulate, and i'm actually looking forward to seeing new deviations from all of you crazy bastards who i so avidly watch[ed], lol. but yeah... my current situation is this:


Deviant *Spankreas has 975 new messages ( 479D, 6H, 217M, 67C, 13F, 186J, 7P )


.... so, yeah... the catching up could take a while, and i plan to write another longer journal entry soon to explain a few things, hopefully not in as much detail as the last entry, but close to it. oh, and yeah... i'll be looking through all of your new deviations for features in my next journal! also... i don't know if i have anything new to post... i suppose i should upload a few things from the good ol' sketchbook, but yeah, for some reason i'm in no hurry, as it is the summer & a time for some serious mad-ass relaxation, although i just started taking photos again, and i think they'll turn out pretty good, so keep an eye out for those! but yeah, i apologize, once again to all those who thought i died, or left DA, or OD'd on Beefaroni or Pringles, but i'm now here to say that i will soon have things back in order... however, there's no saying how long 'soon' is, but i guarantee it will happen. i guess it's bye for now!

]]> ~Spankreas http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/7690849/ http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/7690849/ Fri, 17 Mar 2006 02:14:50 PST
So… ahh. Where to begin? Well, I figure after writing such a long grueling journal last time, I should keep this one pretty short… hmm maybe … let’s see… 500 words max. [Note that I am not only lying to you, the audience… but I am also lying to myself.] Yes… 500 words [also note… by the end of this journal entry I will have to claim I must have miscalculated and say that I was simply a decimal point off my estimate.]. Anyways, I was thinking about what to talk about in this journal, but I really couldn’t think of much, since I have been pretty-confined-to-home for the last few weeks due to the upcoming exams, which I knew from day one, were an inevitable horror, approaching nearer and nearer with each new day. However, with me, this horror was non-existent… until about 2 days prior to my first exam. This was the point where I said to myself: “Well, Matt. Here we are again… 2 days before your first exam, and what have you done? Nothing; that’s right… you have waited until this point to start studying approximately 90 days worth of notes… you really are a fucking retard, aren’t you Matt? Well, now is a better time than ever to get your sorry ass into studyTR0n mode before you fuck yourself over… again… like you did last year, and the year before that, and last Wednesday evening in your bedroom…” Of course, this positive reinforcement was all I needed to pull myself together and continue to not study for the next two days… for this is how it is with me; this is how it always will be.

On Thursday morning, I missed the bus [as usual… I find that I miss the bus more often than not… in fact, the chance of me catching the bus is so outweighed by the chance of me missing it, that one might say… I am hopeless]. So, I got a ride to school, and made my way up towards the math room. Along the way I saw a drawing of a squirrel on the ground, and as exciting as this was, and as tempting as it was to go and chase it as the wind carried it down the east-wing hallway over the dew covered grass, still untouched by the rising sun… as temping as this was, I managed to resist and took a right at the stairway. After ascending the 20+ steps, I finally reached the summit. I collapsed, having over-exerted myself during the climb… the air seemed so much thinner up here, and I found that it was getting harder to breathe. Slowly, but surely, I crawled towards the double doors and found myself in the 2nd-floor hallway. At about this point, my friend, Kyle, saw me and said to me: “man, you’re not tripping out on crystal-meth again, are you? Matt, you fuck-tard. Get the fuck up!” *Kyle slaps me in the face* “no, man… I swear. I wouldn’t touch the stuff… not after last time…” *Kyle boots me in the chest, and I crash against the lockers* “don’t lie to me, Matt! I know you’re doing it again! Man; whatever happened to the old Matt?… I thought I knew you, man… but now… all you care about is the crystal-meth.” *Kyle pulls out a rifle* “I’m sorry Matt… I never thought I would have to do this”. “No, Kyle! Please, man. I’ll stop. I know I can do it this time. I know I can give it up… ”. But, Kyle was not going to listen to me this time. All I could do was watch in horror as he went out the back door, and across the yard… towards the cage. I thought he wouldn’t do it… I just knew he wouldn’t… but I was wrong. Kyle raised the gun… and with one devastating crack of gunpowder, he shot Old Yeller. “NOOOO”, I cried. Kyle fell to his knees as the rifle, barrel still smoking, fell from his hands… [Ok, so maybe I stretched the truth with that one… just a bit.]

But anyways, soon the math teacher arrived, and Kyle, myself, and the rest of the class entered the room. I sat down in the desk in front of Kyle and turned around and we began our usual random conversation. This time, he happened to bring up the topic of WarcraftIII. “So, Matt. Have you got the icon yet?” [Kyle was of course referring to the ‘Spell-Breaker icon’ which I have been striving to obtain in for a long while on battle.net. [the spell-breaker icon would pretty much show that I’m a semi-1337 ‘Human’ player in the online game, and would signify that I have ‘pwned’ 350 ‘n00bs’.] I still only have 308 Human wins in WC3 on my account, and am still stuck with the sorceress icon, which really does look like a hooker, to be quite honest… Now, those 42 wins seem more far away than ever. So, naturally, when Kyle asked me this, my response was, “Shut your mouth, bitch! You wouldn’t know! I’m trying, damnit!” I have realized that Kyle has unrealistic expectations regarding my abilities in this game. Plus, the fact that in late November I had claimed I would have the alleged Spell-Breaker icon by the end of the Christmas break… yah, the fact that I said that probably didn’t help much, considering I chose not to play any online games, but rather focus my Warcraftiness into the completion of one... ]]> ~Spankreas http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/7406783/ http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/7406783/ Sat, 24 Dec 2005 19:30:57 PST ~Spankreas http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/7368823/ http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/7368823/ Tue, 20 Dec 2005 23:43:55 PST
now, i know what you're thinkin'. '2 stars?!?!?!... oh shit, man... it only deserves 1!' well, i understand this, and empathize with your concerns... yet there is only one reason the movie deserves the second star. this is of course, the fact that there are 3 highlights of the movie which are outstanding from the rest of it. they are:

1. - an old man falls at least 15 feet off of a roof [that's always good for a laugh]
2. - you get to see half of kate hudson's left breast [even you girls should get excited over that]
3. - an old woman falls down at least 2 flights of stairs; maybe 3; and breaks both of her legs [now, that is some funny shit!]

after a thorough discussion with IANLY, he and myself have collectively decided these are the 3 best moments of this horrendous movie.

so, if you haven't yet seen the movie, watch out for these examples of movie magic, and you might actually enjoy the movie.... that is... until you see the ending..... damn; what a shitty ending.... ]]> ~Spankreas http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/6402079/ http://Spankreas.deviantart.com/journal/6402079/ Sat, 03 Sep 2005 00:45:32 PDT ~Spankreas