The First Second Post in Matt Huber's Blogging History
So, before blogging away, I have to take care of some essentials.
I would like to begin by apologizing to those offended by my previous post. I must say, I don't regret scribbling all of you out with red paint, but I do regret the fact that you are upset with me. I hope you don't take it personally. But seriously; I really enjoyed hanging out with all of ya, and look forward to next time (and believe me! There IS a next time in planning!).
So that aside...
I would like to preface this blog entry with a completely irrelevant picture. I decided that I may as well make a complete fool of myself before proceeding. So here we go.
Yeah. Lets just say that one gets really bored when cooped up in a house for too long.
ANYWAY.....
So I just realized that I have no idea what I am going to do once I am out of high school, which is a relatively big problem. But I prefer, for now, to just pray about it and not let the worry consume me. Just a little bit of a news update there.
Last night I had a great conversation with someone we all know as "Kelli Thompson". She's quite an impressive human being, to say the very least. God has really been blessing me with some really genuine, down to earth, and caring friends. So anyway...she just cut 12 inches off of her hair and donated it to Locks of Love. WOW! Needless to say, I am very anxious to see how it looks. That's a lot of hair. If I cut off 12 inches of my hair, I would have like negative 5 inches of hair, which doesn't make too much sense. GOOOO KELLI THOMPSON!!! CUT THAT HAIR!
I'm an idiot.
So I woke up this morning at 7:30 and I didn't really want to get up at that very second, so I decided to turn the alarm off and "just lie down" for a "couple" of minutes. Well a couple of minutes eventually turned into an hour. As I looked at the clock, I realized that I was running very late for my lecture at OSU. I got up, got my clothes on really quickly, and headed out to my car. Well, as I turned on good ol' State Route 62, I realized that I wasn't really running late, but in fact an hour early. IIIIDDDIIOOOTTTT! So I went back home immediately and ate some Special K and decided to waste my time blogging or whatever I am doing right now.
I really need to brush my teeth. My mouth tastes like...burning plastic. Or something along those lines.
So apparently Ariel Sharon is having a bad day, which is a shame. Doctors say that he has no chance of recovering. Upon hearing that this morning, I realized that I have a pretty good life. I mean...I have amazing friends, a guitar, a pretty neat-o big brother who has recently been emotionally annihilated and has decided to become a metrosexual, I have clothes on my back, and I don't have a massive hemorrhage in my brain. So I guess things are going better for me than they are for Mr. Sharon. I think that if Ariel Sharon and I played a basketball game, he would probably beat me though. But it would be close. Very close. Because I am known for my ability to tear out some sweet massive dunks. I'm not sure if you know this, but I once jumped right over this building (with a running start):
Which means my vertical jump is pretty much incredible.
Well...this has been an eventful, but remarkably stupid post. I can settle with that though.
I would like to begin by apologizing to those offended by my previous post. I must say, I don't regret scribbling all of you out with red paint, but I do regret the fact that you are upset with me. I hope you don't take it personally. But seriously; I really enjoyed hanging out with all of ya, and look forward to next time (and believe me! There IS a next time in planning!).
So that aside...
I would like to preface this blog entry with a completely irrelevant picture. I decided that I may as well make a complete fool of myself before proceeding. So here we go.
Yeah. Lets just say that one gets really bored when cooped up in a house for too long.
ANYWAY.....
So I just realized that I have no idea what I am going to do once I am out of high school, which is a relatively big problem. But I prefer, for now, to just pray about it and not let the worry consume me. Just a little bit of a news update there.
Last night I had a great conversation with someone we all know as "Kelli Thompson". She's quite an impressive human being, to say the very least. God has really been blessing me with some really genuine, down to earth, and caring friends. So anyway...she just cut 12 inches off of her hair and donated it to Locks of Love. WOW! Needless to say, I am very anxious to see how it looks. That's a lot of hair. If I cut off 12 inches of my hair, I would have like negative 5 inches of hair, which doesn't make too much sense. GOOOO KELLI THOMPSON!!! CUT THAT HAIR!
I'm an idiot.
So I woke up this morning at 7:30 and I didn't really want to get up at that very second, so I decided to turn the alarm off and "just lie down" for a "couple" of minutes. Well a couple of minutes eventually turned into an hour. As I looked at the clock, I realized that I was running very late for my lecture at OSU. I got up, got my clothes on really quickly, and headed out to my car. Well, as I turned on good ol' State Route 62, I realized that I wasn't really running late, but in fact an hour early. IIIIDDDIIOOOTTTT! So I went back home immediately and ate some Special K and decided to waste my time blogging or whatever I am doing right now.
I really need to brush my teeth. My mouth tastes like...burning plastic. Or something along those lines.
So apparently Ariel Sharon is having a bad day, which is a shame. Doctors say that he has no chance of recovering. Upon hearing that this morning, I realized that I have a pretty good life. I mean...I have amazing friends, a guitar, a pretty neat-o big brother who has recently been emotionally annihilated and has decided to become a metrosexual, I have clothes on my back, and I don't have a massive hemorrhage in my brain. So I guess things are going better for me than they are for Mr. Sharon. I think that if Ariel Sharon and I played a basketball game, he would probably beat me though. But it would be close. Very close. Because I am known for my ability to tear out some sweet massive dunks. I'm not sure if you know this, but I once jumped right over this building (with a running start):
Which means my vertical jump is pretty much incredible.
Well...this has been an eventful, but remarkably stupid post. I can settle with that though.
posted by Matt Huber at 10:17 PM
8 Comments:
When do I get a shoutout
OH and by the way.... sweet pics.
Wow... you're insanely funny. I couldn't stop laughing while reading your blog. Oh, and I never thought I'd lower myself to the point of blogging (like you were talking about), but here I am... with a blog *sigh*. Anyway, keep posting funny stuff :-)
Wow... uh.... hmmm.... uh....... shoot.
omg...3 things about this post:
1. I laughed my head off(i'm still not sure where it went yet!)
2. Plans are DEF. in the making:)
3. Life IS really good to us!
Sweet! I got a shout out! I must say... its a first!
By the way... that picture... all I've got to say is WOW!
matt...you're retarded!!! although you hurt my feelings deeply, I will forgive you... but, the next time we get together and take pictures, you WILL post a pic of me...and ONLY me!
i agree with the part where you say "im an idiot"
and that was a horrible attempt at an appology...check out chelsea's comment..i have a blog now too!
www.marfinchy.blogspot.com
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