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Wednesday, April 27, 2005

I should be allowed to think.

I'm sorry becca, but that poster that you didn't like was probably one of the best ones made. And why did kylen get so preachy about it anyway? See, the problem was that you guys had already decided that the poster was inappropriate before you even knew what it meant. Then when I told you guys, in order to not look dumb, you didn't even try to accept the idea. Seriously, what's the deal?

In case someone who hasn't seen that poster, it had the word "MAT6T" written really big, and then underneath it and smaller it said, "now that I have your attention, vote for sex." See, because it has been popular to write "SEX" in really big letters and then "now that I have your attention..."

The only reason ANYONE disapproved of that poster was because they didn't understand it before someone explained it too them. Everyone who understood it right when they saw it thought it was funny and perfectly fine. See, when you reference something and make fun of it, it is funny. But when people don't recognize what is referenced and why it is funny, they assume it's stupid or inappropriate or whatever. And the truth is there was NOTHING wrong or inappropriate with that poster. I think kylen just takes me too seriously. I mean, I like being taken seriously and everyone should and needs to be taken that way. The problem is that kylen (and several other people) take me seriously in the wrong ways.

I guess I'm just a little frustrated with the way you guys handled it when you saw the poster. You all ganged up on me and ASSUMED things. I hate it when people assume. The whole situation reminded me about the people who don't eat chocolate or drink coke or whatever because they think it's a commandment. There's nothing wrong with doing things like that, but it bothers me when people try to enforce their beliefs on other people. The thing that bothered me most besides the assumptions that were made was that kylen threatened to take it down if I put it up. What's up with that? What happened to freedom of speech and expression? I understand that if something isn't appropriate or if it's against the rules then it cannot be put up, but the poster was perfectly fine. I don't care what you guys assumed, I didn't break any rules. You have an opinion and you're entitled to that, but you're not entitiled to infringe on the rights of others. You guys have to understand that just because you disapprove of something that it doesn't make it wrong.

I don't really have anything against you, becca, because you did nothing wrong. As I recall, you just told me what you thought and gave me advice to not put the poster up, and I respect that. But kylen just took it too far. I could go on for hours, (and it looks like I already have) but I have to go to bed.

To sum up: Kylen is a big big poopy pants/head.

Monday, April 25, 2005

The Beach: A Review

Going along with my idea of writing commentaries about stuff, I've also decided to start writing reviews about things as well. This first one is about the book, The Beach by Alex Garland.

At first it seemed that The Beach was just a ripoff of Lord of the Flies. But lately people have gotten pissed off at me because I say everything is a ripoff of something else, so I decided that maybe I should give this book a chance. I promptly retrieved the book from the fireplace and continued reading.

So basically there are several people on this island paradise. Most of them are travelers who had come there of their own volition. They seem to have created a very perfect society in which everyone does their part and lives happily. Their main struggle is trying to keep the island a secret and making sure they have a substantial amount of marijuana.

Oh, and did I mention the marijuana? On the other side of the island is a huge field of the stuff. So, or course, most everyone spends a lot of their time smoking, being high, or thinking about smoking and being high. I found this to be quite hilarious. And yet it was very necessary to give the right mood and flow of the book.

So anyway, eventually a part of the people on the island go a little insane and try to kill some people and only a few people survive. And why not? It has been shown time and time again that when a group of people are isolated for a long period of time, they will eventually kill each other, or possibly invent some new alternate use for radioactive elements. Either way most of them die.

I'm pretty sure that this book was meant to be viewed as more than just a bunch of stuff that happened. It could have represented society and that eventually we are all doomed. It could have also paralleled (not ripped off) Lord of the Flies, in that one interpretation stated that each character could represent a part of the human psyche. I'm not so sure that this is the case because the characters in The Beach seemed a little more three dimensional than those of Lord of the Flies.

Anyway, it was a great book no matter how you look at it. If you can get over all the f-words and all the pot-smoking doesn't bother you, I strongly recommend it.

I give it a solid 14 out of 17 on the mat6t rating scale.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Promin'-aid

The students at Provo High had their prom yesterday. Meals were eaten, rocks were climbed, dances were danced, queers were queer, and punch was spiked with oral laxative. I am glad to know that the common prom tradition continues to live on.

Prom was actually pretty awesome. I was a little worried that we wouldn't be able to entertain the girls for a whole day and that a lot of the time we would just be sitting around doing nothing. Well, that's kind of what happened, nevertheless it was really fun.

So yeah, not much more to say about that. I guess I could tell you all what we did for the date but if you can't trust me that it was awesome, without me having to explain why, um......that's too bad.

Monday, April 18, 2005

Purple's a fruit.

This afternoon I decided to check my grades on the internet just for fun. There's no harm in a little boost of self-confidence and reassurance, right? I typed in my password and everything and clicked to log in. I then went out for some groceries, read a book, and finished contemplating the meaning of life when the page had almost finished loading. I looked, expecting all A's and B's when I saw a big fat F for my english grade.
Surely this is some mistake, I thought as I opened that class up to see what mistake Ms. Snyder had made with my grade. And there it was. 3 failed quizzes right in a row. And worst of all, I remember failing those quizzes and knowing that I got what I deserved. I hate that. And this is why I don't check my grades very often.

It's like when my dad keeps bugging me to get my Eagle.
He always says, "If you get it done, you won't have to worry about it."
And I always say back, "Well, I'm not worrying about it now, so what's the point?"

I guess there isn't really a point to most of the stuff I do except to take up my time. Most of the time when I do something it's because I had nothing better to do at the time. Like with all my student government ordeals. Last year, when I ran for Junior Vice President (I lost miserably, of course) the only thing that got me to run was that I found a paper on the floor that talked about it, and I wasn't doing anything better at the time so I decided to run. I also wanted to prove that I could beat out Erp, but did we really need an entire election to prove that? No, I think the constant degradation of him would have, and is doing just fine.

I have this impulse to always get any paper anyone is passing out, even if I have no idea what it is, and also I have to sign any paper that is placed in front of me. Because of this and my consistent inconsistencies, I am signed up for dozens of clubs and activities, but no one knows who the heck I am because I never show up. But I figure that I'm just as good as anyone who is committed and sticks to something. They go all out and work hard, and I sign up for a bunch of stuff. Tomato, Tomato.

I actually had plans to change my ways for track. I was ready to show up every day without fail. I got there the first day and the coaches explained that to be a half-decent athlete, you had to work hard and be committed and listen to Coach Olsen. I immediately decided right then that I was not going to be a half-decent athlete. And today, I am proud to say that I weasled my way out of the track meet to which I was supposed to go. haha, take that, floyd.

And don't get me started on Floyd. Let's just agree that he is insane and he smells funny.

THE END

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

I could really go for some Kylen Spaghetti right now.

Recently I rediscovered my mom's twelve-string guitar and I love it. It's a lot harder to hold down the strings especially for bar chords, but the sound it produces makes me delirious. And to top it off, it's the first acoustic guitar which I have regular access to that has a working strap. I mean, I could stand, holding that guitar and only playing an A minor chord for twenty minutes and I'd be completely consumed in it.

So tonight I was watching t.v. with my mom and I shut my eyes. Then it was weird, because I started snoring, but I was awake and knew what was going on. My mom told me to go to bed, but in protest, I told her how I wasn't asleep and described all that had happened. However, just as I was talking, my dad (who was sitting next to me) started snoring very loudly. And then it hit me that I am someday going to become my dad. It may just be a slight snore or an brief experiment in public spandex-wearing, but someday the process will be complete. I guess it won't be so bad....for me. I just feel sorry for my future family. They're going to have to put up with me eating creamy peanut by the gigantic spoonful, my not being able to understand or not yell at the latest technology, my crazy world-island theories (my dad's actually make some sense to me. Scary), as well as countless unmentionable quirks.

But enough sentimentality, or um, what's the opposite of that? Uhh, hypersentimentality, that's it. Anyway, my brother dave and I are in the process of making a sweet album. We've recorded a bunch of songs and I think they're pretty good. Well, actually most of them are just me on the guitar and him singing about poop, or how much he hates me, or how I should eat my own poop etc. The latest song we recorded was one where he thought it would be a good idea to do a book on tape, but to sing it. Looking around my room, he found the book After the First Death (sorry, I don't know how to underline it) by Robert Cormier. He happened to turn to a page where the first line read, "Kate's thighs were chafed and irritated." He then proceeded to sing that line over and over again until I recorded it. The problem is that when I read that book, I always hear my brother's high and screeching voice instead of my boring monotonic droning voice which I would expect. Yeah, the album is gonna be awesome.

Well, I guess nothing else is worth writing from the Kopf of Karlsven. Now to reminisce about my burning love for Gretchen.

slowly Gretchen, in the wind...

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

He's evil, but he'll die, so I like it.

Last sunday, sacrament meeting was really good. I enjoyed it a lot. I like Brother Robinson when he talks because he can be funny but really teach at the same time. Sometimes the "regular" kind of speakers just get on my nerves. I mean, they just get so boring sometimes. I guess it's my fault that they're boring to me, but still, if they're going to speak monotonically, couldn't they at least change their tempo a bit from time to time? One thing that's different about Bro. Robinson and people like him is that they are very down to earth and understand not only the rules of things, but the purpose also. It seems like a lot of people just resort to cliches and vague scriptures to explain things. I notice this the most during the priesthood talks given by a teacher or deacon. During the last one, I realised that most likely not a single person was benefitting from them giving that talk. I mean, no one was listening. Seriously. I guess it had to be helping someone, but I don't know whom.

I really lost my patience when one talk was given that seemed to do nothing but bad-mouth the Catholic church. I can't stand that. And to top it off, I'm sure I heard some things that were entirely and ridiculously untrue about the Catholics. Who is that benefitting, really?
It gets on my nerves sometimes when anyone labels someone for anything and judges them by it. As an example, I would get uneasy if someone called, say, a murderer a bad person. I mean, do they know that person? They don't know why that person did what they did. Everyone always has a reason for what they do. And I say, as long as they have a reason for whatever they do, leave them alone about it. Of course, people have to go to jail so they don't hurt other people and also to learn from their mistakes and get a nice boyfriend and everything, but this has nothing to do with what kind of person they are.

A lot of people get really worked up about the whole "judge righteous judement" thing. I don't know why it's such a sensitive subject. The way I see it, it means that you should judge people for your own good. It's like, most people wouldn't go and hang out with a bunch of violent and insane killers. One could argue that that person was showing prejudice for their actions. That's like calling cautious and smart prejudice. But then again, there are people who take this too far. The best example of this I can think of would be the whole racial thing. But I digress.

It's kind of a roundabout way of saying it, but I just don't like having to listen to mindless and idiotic talks in priesthood. Maybe I shouldn't expect so much from people. Maybe I should quit writing blogs when I don't have anything to really say. Maybe you all need to shut up.


Post script: I do realise how ironic it is that I go on ranting about not judging people while I do it all the time. However, because I realise it and accept it, it is no longer a bad thing. So don't bother commenting on it. Jerks.

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Sleeping is the gateway drug to being awake

I guess I have to tell alex to get well. Even though he has already been getting better without any encouragement from me. And now whenever I say "get well soon" to someone it seems like I'm being sarcastic, and maybe I am. This is just because in seminary I would never know what to write on someone's spotlight paper, so I would just put 'get well soon' every time. It was, and still is, a running gag.

I took the ACT and it wasn't too bad. This stupid kid in the classroom asked me and rob if we've ever taken it before and subsequently asked what our GPA's were. He then proceeded to ask every person in the classroom those same two questions. He also was able to slip in a few awkwardly-uttered swear words (much like that one kid at track who also owns a $5000 pokemon card but won't show it to anyone). He was an idiot, but he'll die, so it wasn't too bad.

I bought a video with 14 They Might Be Giants music videos on it. It's pretty awesome. I was especially excited to see that the Tiny Toons videos of Particle Man and Istanbul (not Constantinople) were on it. The Johns are geniuses.

hmmm....what can I blather on about? Oh yeah, so I went to the doctor yesterday for my leg. He says that he hopes that it's just from a lack of electrolites (which I personally don't think really exist at all) but he says that it seems like some kind of clot is blocking the blood. They took some blood for "testing." I'm a little suspicious about the legitimacy of this reason. I thought I saw one of them wearing a red cross tee shirt. But anyway, I'll probably have to go back so they can do an ultrasound or something on my leg. I'm scared. I mean, I'm not ready to have a kid. Well, I guess now there's an excuse for a shotgun wedding. This is awesome! Finally, things are looking up for Mat6t. I wonder what I'll name it.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Mat6tland: A romance in many dimensions

Recently I've realised how simple my life has been. It's not boring or uneventful, mind you. But every day I do whatever I need or want to do, then spent endless hours laying in bed contemplating the mysteries and relativity of the universe and slowly drift into madness. You'd think I'd be sick of doing that same thing over and over, but I find it to suit me pretty well.

I have concluded that we are all beings which take up hyperspace (for lack of a better term) in 4 or more dimensions. The fourth dimension, in this example, being time. Our situation is that we can only sense an infintesimal slice (the present) of our fourth dimensional length. But really, this virtually unknown dimension is what makes us who we are. Our true being is a summation of every instantaneous moment that we exist. Alex, you know what I'm talking about.

And furthermore, can't every little detail of life be considered a separate dimension? Either way, I wish Spongebob was on.