I love Matt Ross. Here is why:

matt: i would love to be your substitute valentine!
me: glee!
matt: my v-day plans consist of reading 'light in august,' going to work, going to the gym, and probably renting a bunch of horror movies and staying at home with my cat
me: sounds heavenly
matt: oh, but what a difference a sweetheart would make
me: my v-day plans include planning not to suck too badly at my classes this morning, then sitting alone in my apartment, weeping silently *grins broadly* what a day this shall be!
matt: awww. no weeping.
me: okay, fine, no weeping. i AM going to listen to coldplay though
matt: the aural equivalent
me: what a great review that would be: "listening feels like weeping alone in a cruddy apartment" though really it sounds more like something to be said for elliot smith.  hey, wanna hear a great bit of imagry? "hitler invading poland almost seems like someone stepping on a shoebox"
matt: that is good. y'know, jumping back to another thought, i think i'm a couple of people's substitute valentines. i must be king of the lonelyhearts
me: if it makes you feel better, i requested the honor of calling you valentine sheerly for your panache and charm, not for the aching of empty arms
matt: ha! when i said substitute valentine, i meant just people i know scattered around who called or wrote or whatever and said they were spending v-day alone and would I be their pretend valentine, so nobody's arms are aching for me
me: awwww
matt: that's actually part of the fun of being a lonelyheart, arms don't hurt...and what's funny is, the people i know who are alone on v-day are all fabulous and should have dates knocking down their doors
me: maybe they just don't know where we live
matt: they misplaced their GPS navigation systems
me: how could they, now that GM installs them for you?
matt: these potential lovers are all fools without good technological sense. oh but we would love them anyway, if only they'd come knocking.
me: at least for a little while
matt: eh. some people have different priorities. but conventional wisdom would have it that good lays do not good boyfriends necessarily make
me: that's right. it helps if they have money
matt: so it does, I'm told. that's why i gotta lock somebody down before I get fabulously wealthy---so i know they loved me when i was nobody
me: or just get a prenup
matt: oh but that's just so untrusting, don't you think? maybe i'm waxing romantic cause it's valentine's day. i think i will listen to incredibly abraisive heavy metal stuff so i won't think about love, but none of your old boyfriend geoff rickely's variety
me: HA... y'know geoff's coming to winston salem on may 20th... wanna go?
matt: maybe. depends. i heard they suck live.
me: i love them live.
matt: yeah but you LUV him
me: HAHAHHA, no. i WUV him
matt: no, you WUVVVV him
me: heeehee... every skinny gap-toothed inch of his vegan bony butt
matt: hey, you wuv the guy so much, you're going to have to get used to his mouth from which his beautiful cries come forth! oh how you swoon at his croons and dream with his screams! how you wish he'd take you back to Jersey and play you his old vinyl records and eat Captain Crunch with him! ( and drain the blood from his valentines)
me: glad you squeezed that lyric in there. maybe he'd even give me a mix tape and an old tshirt of his.
matt: oh, the benefits of being geoff's best girl friend. 
me: oh, matt ross, you're better than the mild aftertaste that comes with scrambled eggs and ketchup.
matt: why thank you. you are better than plum pie on Sunday with the queen.
me: i love you, dear. i must dash, however...modern dance...she calls
matt: fare thee well. and dream of skinny vegan boys
me: every night, dearest matthew. every night.

Is there anything better than having quirky conversations first thing in the morning with far off rock and roll musicians?

The answer is no. Not by a mile.

what a week.

lately my voicemail, AIM, arms etc have been overflowing with distress cries from jilted lovers. just this morning i was comforting a friend of mine whose girlfriend of five years cheated on him. half the night went to a friend of mine from charlotte who was being two-timed for an ex-girlfriend. holy crap, world! stop screwing around already!

i dunno if it's because of the valentine season or what.

i was sick a lot last week (still a bit) but i'm mending. 1st law test on friday. last night my roomie celebrated her birthday and a friend of mine came to watch futurama and study journalism type things. so far so good.

my schedule today is jammed though. i'm trying to stay cool, but i got behind when i was sick, so i'm trying not to screw up this project too much. oy!

i've got to put together a VO-SOT. what's newsworthy around here?

an emu

compliments of adam

high five, sir.

Okay okay okay, my apologies for taking such an ungodly amount of time to update. I tried to a few times and got shut down by my crappy spyware ridden computer. Thanks for nothing, ITS.

I had a strange day/week. So I randomly met this kid by the name of Dustin (calls himself
"Casper" but I'll call him Dustin.) who (when I met him) was both Wiccan and gay as a fanny pack. I spent a few hours talking to him about the gospel and he agreed to come to church. He came (!) and had a good time, had lunch at Bojangles with some Zealots afterwards and spent a long time talking to Jason. Today I got a call from him and when I met him he rambled on for a while and said he wanted in on this Jesus thing. (pretty cool)

It's sort of sticky, 'cause it's obvious he's more drawn to ask me questions but I'm trying to get him to go to godly men for help. Tonight he's leaving his lover of ten years (thank God, it's such a horribly wrong thing...he says they've been together for ten years, the dude is like 27 or 28, he's 19...WRONG) and I guess we'll see what happens from there. God's gonna bust him up quite a bit in the next few weeks, but you gonna knock down the old building to build a new one, right?

OY.

I had another great conversation with John Musci yesterday. We were nailing down some of the more difficult issues of life, about parents relating to children, God's views on fatherhood, roles of men and women, miraculous goin's-on in other parts of the world, the price you have to pay for faith...the best part was when the conversation started to drift back towards small talk and he stopped the conversation and said "NO! We're staying on the deep stuff." Strong, yo. Hopefully his work schedule will comply so he can come to church or Zealots or something. The boy's got a fire inside, no doubt. You wouldn't know it from talking to him at first, but after you get past the mindless chatter and small talk, there is a hunger to be envied.

I've also started hanging out with a girl named Kandyss. I love that lady. She's straightforward, humble, open, and just so genuine. Hooray for her! I think God's gonna use this semester to really nourish her blossom into full bloom.

Abby Metty: I propose that you and I have an arts-and-crafts sort of get together. I need to make valentine type things and you can do all that good stuff you do. My living room invites you. ;)

Enough for now. I've been trying to post pictures, but so far it's not working so well. Maybe later.