Monday, November 18, 1996

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Well, I haven’t broken my arm.

I tried to put up an internet Christmas list but the graphics don’t work right. I’ll just do a paper one and email it to my brother.

So Star Trek 8 comes out on Friday. I’m going to see it with W____. He’s a big trekker. It should be entertaining.

I’m teaching my mom how to play pool.

There’s a girl in sociology named M____ L____. I swear she could be a model.

On Friday was the pie auction. The highest bidder gets to throw a pie at a teacher. I had a good view of K____ but she seems to be fading out of my thoughts. M____ coming in instead, as well as B____ D____ and T____.

The Weezer concert was on Friday too. I didn’t go, as I’m sure you guess. I bet it was good. Damn. Next time.

Dear Teen-aged Matt,

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Saturday, November 2, 1996

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Well, I got my Huevos Rancheros CD today. There are only 9 songs and all but one are under 3 minutes long.

I did a bit of net surfing today. Combustible Edison homepage. Printed off a few logos of their’s. 3-D specs needed though. I’ll have to get one of those sticker books, maybe one of those will have 3-D glasses in them.

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Monday, October 28, 1996

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Well, I didn’t tell K____ about the shirt today. But tomorrow for sure. I have the perfect opportunity too. Right before driver’s ed. Hopefully I’ll be able to before that, but I doubt I will if I have the chance. Oh well. I should ask her to see that new Romeo & Juliet movie with Claire Danes. It looks good. Seriously, it does. I wonder if she likes me. Everybody likes me, but I meanĀ likes me, you know? Of course you do.

I NEED A HAIRCUT DAMMIT!

Stressful day in Comm. Tech. today. Editing shot. and essay (1200 words) Shit. In art we’re doing gargoyles. I want to do a troubled businessman. And I think I will.

T____ in math said, “Hey Matt, close the door.” as soon as I walked in. I walked behind K____ for a few feet. I got a glimpse of M____ from behind and again waiting for the bus. S____ F____ said, “What you doing back here Matt?” and I said, “Checking when my thing is.”

It was a rather eventful day in delusional romances today. I wonder what kind of music they all like.

I NEED A HAIRCUT DAMMIT!

M____’s wearing a Treble Charger t-shirt in the yearbook. I think K____ likes The Cranberries. I like them too. T____’s in grade 10, but I like her anyway. I hope my Huevos Rancheros CD comes in soon, but then again, I have no money.

I hope my theremin comes back soon. There is some sort of duty screw up or something that will hopefully be cleared up quickly. I’m helping K____ F____ with a geography project video and I haven’t started on my own. Shit!

 

Dear Teen-aged Matt,

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Sunday, October 27, 1996

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Haven’t written since Thursday.

On Friday S____ and I went to the mall. I bought a Pinky and the Brain shirt and a Weezer shirt. Both slightly big. Then I bought the Blur CD “The Great Escape” for six dollars. Then we went to see “Thinner” by Stephen King where we met a couple of really strange girls who we promptly fucked. Ha! Yeah right! They made fun of us. Then we rented “Bambi meets Godzilla and other weird cartoons” and “The Last Supper”, and I had taped “The Producers” a while back so we stayed up til 6am and when we got up we went on the internet and all in all it was a fun weekend.

Mom and dad bought a bread maker and a toaster and some cheez whiz. and I saw “Things to do in Denver when you’re dead”.

All the movies except for Thinner were good. The Last Supper being the best. Great ending! And I saw a shirt that says, “You suck” on it. K____ wants a shirt that says, “You suck” on it. I will tell her about it. Yes I will. Tomorrow. Yes I will.

 

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Thursday, October 24, 1996

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No school tomorrow. S____’s coming over and we’re going to go to the Oshawa Centre and I’m hopefully going to get Huevos Rancheros’ Get Outta Dodge, and some new shirts. I figure a Pinky and the Brain or Tick shirt, and some other shirts. Hopefully a Hawaiian shirt.

I went on the internet tonight, we’re back on again, and I went to the Weezer site and printed off a publicity short of them posing like a family portrait. Matt Sharp is sitting on a stool, the guitarist has his hand on his shoulder, Rivers Cuomo is behind Matt and to his left and Pat Wilson is behind him. It has a cloud backdrop with one of those vine ladder type things. It’s a great photo and with this dynamite printer it came out beautifully. I then scanned both sides of a twenty dollar bill and put S____’s face over the Queen’s face, and my face on the loon’s body. It’s a little hard to see though. Other than the tonal difference it looks like the Queen is S____’s twin or something. It’s creepy.

 

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Sunday, October 20, 1996

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We went shopping today, my mom for bras and a dress, me for a CD or two and Dad was just along for the ride. We went away with a CCR CD for mom, a Willie Nelson CD for dad and a Weezer CD, Pinkerton, for me. I hate shopping for music with my parents. I feel so pressured in fact I didn’t even really want to buy Pinkerton today. I wanted The Refreshments, Fizzy Fuzzy Big and Buzzy, but I didn’t see it until it was too late! Dammit! Oh well, no big deal. I also wanted a Sloan CD, Twice Removed, and one of more of The Talking Heads CDs, Combustible Edison and numerous others. I’ll fax you my list. Good CD, that Pinkerton, and I should be getting my Huevos Rancheros any day now. Yipee!

I scanned my and S____’s pictures, put our heads on Beavis & Butthead’s bodies and printed it in colour. Neato.

Dear Teen-aged Matt,

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Thursday, October 17, 1996

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So, my brother says there Phoenix has all ages nights sometimes, but it’s in a bad neighbourhood. Prostitutes and drug dealers. Oh well. If the Weezer show is all ages, and it doesn’t sell out then me and S____ are going. It’ll be dynamite. I hope I can go.

I signed K____’s yearbook today. The best I could come up with was, “Um, some call me rugboy, others call me skull-head boney-hands, but my name’s Matt and I’m bored. I can’t think of anything else.”

So I want to try to sign it again. I’ll have to come up with something funny though. Maybe a cartoon of some sort. I should try to draw K____. A cartoon of K____ and have Wolfgang signing it.

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