Matt’s Random Thoughts

A few years back Nsync came out with their second album which had the song “Digital Getdown” about doing things ditally. Looks like that’s what I’m going to do. And no, I’m not talking about cyber sex. (Though you know you’d like to see me typing about sliding my boxers off, etc. etc.)

This past weekend I spoke with Erin Murray, an old key club friend of mine. She was telling me that she was going through the University of Phoenix Online to get her MAED and teaching license. I didn’t realize Virginia allowed that. When I got back from the convention, I filled out the online interest form, and my advisor, TJ, got back to me the next day. I’m faxing in my forms tonight, and if all goes well, I’ll be starting my first class on May 17th. Fun times!

The program lasts 21 months. I’ll get my teaching license, AND a Masters degree. Sure, the cost is a little more, but it evens out in the end. I think it’s rather convenient as well. Of course I don’t really know for sure because I haven’t started, but Erin said it was nice. I’m looking forward to it. Finally I can get back to what I wanted to do in the first place, be a high school teacher.

If all goes well, perhaps I could get a job under a provisional license as well. I just have to register for the praxis 2. Nikki said she studies for that with SOL sheets. I printed off the SOL tests from the past two years. I got a 90%. That’s passing, right?

Well, that’s all for now. I have to go to work in a few hours. It’s my second night audit shift. More on that later.

Monday was a so-so day. I had off, so I spent a good portion of the day sitting at home working on stuff. (By working, I mean doing nothing.) Tara got home that afternoon after a day at Greenwood. Both of us were going to the Presidents Council Meeting that evening at 6:30. Neither of us wanted to cook, so we decided to order pizza.

I called up Chanello’s using a flyer I had gotten from work. We placed our order, and the guy said we’d have it in 30-45 minutes. That would have given us about 20 minutes to eat. While waiting, we got ready for the meeting. Thirty minutes went by. No pizza.

Forty-five minutes go by, no pizza.

We’re hungry. And I really wanted some cheese sticks.

An hour goes by… no pizza. By this point, we had to leave. The meeting was in Williamsburg, about 20 minutes away. I grabbed a slip of paper to write Chanello’s a note.

I said: “Chanello’s, if you say 30-45 minutes, it should be here by then. We had plans, so we left after an hour. Sorry you missed us.” Then I drew a big frowny face on it. I taped it to the door, and we left.

We hop into Tara’s car, and head to the meeting. As we turn the corner to get onto Jefferson, we see a Chanello’s car pulling up to the traffic light. I suppose that was our pizza. By the time they would have arrive at our apartment, it would have been an hour and fifteen minutes after we ordered it. I wonder if it would have still been warm.

Needless to say, we didn’t get pizza, and they sure as hell didn’t get any money from us. I’ve never stiffed anyone before, and at first I felt guilty, but then I realized they deserved it. If you can’t handle business, you shouldn’t provide it.

By the way, whatever happened to 30 minutes or it’s free? Does anyone do that anymore?

Yes folks, that would be me. You may recall that I’ll be heading out to Honolulu this summer for the Kiwanis International Convention. Since that’s a beach community, it’d be wise to “look good.” Thus that’s what I’ve been trying to do. Hence the INCREDIBLE SHRINKING MAN!

With the help of a little supplement called Hydroxycut, I’ve lost about 10 pounds over the past 4 weeks. This is nice, as my goal is to get back to the 170 I was before heading down to CNU. That’s when the freshman 15 hit. (And then the sophomore, junior, and senior 5…) I was about 195lbs at graduation. Now I’m currently standing at 182lbs. YAY! That’s only 12lbs away from getting back to what I was.

Thank you HYDROXYCUT!

What’s worse than having your home built upon a secret indian burial ground? Living in Featherstone Apartments which seem to have been built upon several different insect nests.

In our three years here, we have definately gone through several different insect phases. At one point there were spiders (and BIG spiders at that!). Then there were attack crickets that would jump everywhere and not shut up. At one point we had a gnat infestation. We have no idea where they came from. They just showed up, uninvited of course. What a fun few weeks that was, living in the heart of the swarm.

Our latest outbreak has involved these little black bastards: ants! In the first time in 3 years, we’re being attacked by ants. Not huge “I’m gonna bit you” ants, but little tiny ants. They first appeared in my bathroom, sipping martinis or something around my sink. The little shits would run like crazy when I came in. I sprayed RAID all over the place, but apparently they just laughed at the stupid human and went on about their business. And apparently their business has become international, as they’ve branched off into the kitchen around the sink. Once again the stupid human RAIDed the place, but to no avail. Tara tried using the clorox bleach cleansing cloths. I don’t think that’s working either. Our next step is to drop by walmart for an ant trap. If that doesn’t work, I’m calling the apartment complex.

It’s like these apartments have an STD. Just when you think it’s gone, the bugs pop back up again. Maybe we should take down the “Crabs gather here!” and “Crab Shack” signs.

At least today is my day off. Tara may be at work, and Eva may be gone, but at least I have the rats and ants.

Some of you may remember how I bought my mom a computer for Christmas 2003. She had gone on the internet and looked at a bunch of stuff. One of the first things she did was register to win some house in Georgia that Home and Garden TV was giving away. She didn’t win, unfortunately.

A few weeks ago she came across this website on finding unclaimed money. She put in her name, and tried to see if she had anything. A bunch of stuff came up. She wanted to order the kit, but didn’t have a credit card to put it on. She asked me if I could put it on mine, but I couldn’t because it was her name. Thus I looked up my name. It said I was owed $22,356.76!!! Holy Cash, Batman!

Just for poops and haha’s, I filled out the form and paid for it, since they offered a 100% gaurantee. I filled out another form, submitted it, and forgot about it. That was until today when I received a check in the mail. Good-bye debt! HELLO good credit! I think that deserves a drink.

Thank you, CashUnclaimed.com. Thank you.