Matt

Musings, Meanderings, and General Babblings
I pretty much use the word, "fuck," as a comma.
I have narrowed my collegiate future down to five majors: Anthropology, History, English, Religious Studies, and Political Science. Though, I may just say, "fuck it," and go the Liberal Studies Department of my university and throw all five of them together.
I read about religion much more than any human being ever should.
I have many ambitions and aspirations (though my motivation to accomplish them is waning): founding and operating my own successful record label; reviving the lost art of the sitcom; writing a major stage-play; writing an award-winning screen-play; ushering in the biggest revolution of the metal scene since fucking Metallica; and doing or creating something so profound that people visit my own grave five centuries after I have dirt in my bones.
I like Shakespeare. Get the fuck over it. Just because you are incapable of understanding it does not make it garbage. Read a book.
Metal is last true form of artistic music in existence.
Testament should be included in the "Big Four of Thrash Metal" alongside Slayer, Megadeth, and Metallica. Not Anthrax.
I do not hate the Church. Nor do I hate Christianity. I hate its presentation.
I'm not an Athiest. I'm more Agnostic than anything. If a higher power is proven to exist, that's super. If not, it will have no bearing on my daily life.
War - modern war - is senseless. Holy war in particular. In essence, you're fighting over which side has the better imaginary friend.
Emo and screamo are the most embarrassing off-shoots of the metal genre.
Christopher Titus is the most overlooked and under-appreciated stand-up comic to ever step-up behind a microphone.
At one time, I was suicidal. In fact, I was emo before emo was cool. I was a very disturbed and disgruntled kid. However, I am nothing resemblant of that kid any longer. Thus, if you have not spoken with me since that time, do NOT check me for fucking cuts upon our meeting. Lest I cut you.
Do NOT purchase a CD for me before consulting me. Nine times out of ten I already have it.
I have been expelled from Ramstein High School.
I am also a graduate of Ramstein High School.
Full Metal Mayhem was the single greatest thing I ever did in the four years I spent at Ramstein High School.
I have no problem with homosexuals getting married. And you shouldn't either. Does it affect YOUR marriage in any way? No. Does it affect your desire to get married some day? No. So, climb down off the cross, use the wood to build a bridge, and get the Hell over it.
Church and state are supposed to fucking be SEPARATED. Hence, no law made nor revoked should be reviewed based on Biblical or any other religious doctrine or perspective.
Reality television is NOT TELEVISION. It's not even REALITY. What the Hell is realistic about being stranded on an island with an ass-load of other people for a million dollars? Even if you WERE stranded on an island, I can guarantee you won't see a cent for being the last one off of it.
The next time I hear someone verbally condemn metal for not being a legitimate genre of music, I will hand the bastard a guitar, a microphone, a copy of Behemoths The Apostasy, the accompanying tablature, and let them see just how fucking "easy" it is to "scream into a mic."
Scientology is the most outlandish "religion" to ever be caught in cult limbo. It was founded by a SCIENCE FICTION writer. That's a red flag the size of Texas.
I enjoy classical music. Very much. Beethoven, Vivaldi, Bach, etc. I also like the scoring Hans Zimmer does for various films. And no, it doesn't make me gay.
I detest both snakes and spiders, so please refrain from frightening me with replicas of either. Yes, it's funny, but it scares the fuck out of me. And I'm nineteen. I have a lot of valuable fuck left.
I'm intrigued by a potpourri of paranormal and occult topics: ghosts, extraterrestrials, intelligent design, ancient astronauts, sacred geometry, the Illuminati, Free Masonry, and all things in between. I don't know why it gets my interest. It just does.
I do not care for beer. Wine and liquor are my preferences for weapons of mass intoxication.
Comparative religion should be an obligatory course in all U.S. schools.
If you do not participate in the national or state election process (this does not apply to underage citizens), you have no right to bitch about your representative. If you voted, then bitch 'til brain death. Otherwise, shut the fuck up. Maybe next time you'll vote.
I hate having MySpace friends with whom I rarely or never converse. If you at least make some inkling of an effort to keep, at best, a minor discourse with me, that's fantabulous. If not, you will be deleted.
I have recently diagnosed myself with what I have termed, Obsessive Listing Disorder, or, OLD, if you will. I have a disturbing compulsion to list shit. I don't know from where it stems, or why I am even plagued by this particular disorder, but the fact remains that I am. Ironically enough, however, I rarely, if ever, actually complete a damn list. Denigrate that at your discretion.
Insecurity is the securest form of self-defense in the entire, psychological, human repertoire.
My nose is horrifically protrusive. I am aware of this fact, as is the rest of planet's population. Thus, snide remarks in the vein of "ski-slope," while comical, are unwelcome if flung at me in rapid succession. Tread the line at your own risk.
As of late, it appears as though my creative well has essentially run dry. This is the most aggravating occurrence to have nipped at my heels in quite some time, as any attempt to replenish the well has bore little, if any, proverbial fruit.
I actually itch whenever I eat great amounts of chocolate. Whether or not the sensation is physical or psychological is another matter entirely.
I'm not crazy; I'm original.
People keep telling me that I need to write a book, either about my life (which boggles me, because I have no idea at what point my life became anything more than drab and dull), or my ideas, and to be honest, I'm starting to seriously consider undertaking the endeavor.
I cannot tolerate a woman who knows she's a bitch, is proud to be a bitch, and thus flaunts and touts her bitchiness, brandishing it as an award of sorts. It's not an attractive quality, by any means.
I've been collecting a plethora of information lately in the hope that it will cause some sort of paradigm shift within the lump I call a head and spark a flicker of inspiration within me.