This whole religion thing really blows my mind. When my professor was talking about some of the rules associated with various religions, I couldn’t help but wonder how brainwashed people must be to actually follow this shit.
Written September 23, 2003 by Matthew
Today, after my morning classes, I had lunch with Katlyn again. Having lunch together has become routine now. While eating, we spoke about how boring our professor is. I would think that a class like psychology would be interesting, but some how my professor still manages to make me want to kill myself.
Written September 22, 2003 by Matthew
Yesterday, Katlyn and I spent the whole day together. She said she wanted to do something different, so I decided to take her to a driving range. Not only was it a way for us to try something new, but it also let me whack a couple of balls. The driving range helped me get rid of some extra aggression and tension. The only problem was I couldn’t hit the damn things. Half the time, my swing would miss everything except the air. Katlyn was just as bad. Most of the time, we would look up at each other and simply laugh at our futile attempts to drive the balls. Now I know for the next time not to buy the jumbo bucket of balls, it is way too many.
A message from John
Recently, a family emergency came up and I was unable to type up the entries as I normally do. Everything is now back to normal, so I’ll try to post the entries I’ve missed in a reasonable time frame in order to get back on track. On that note, I’m going to type one up now and then go to sleep.
Thank you for your understanding and continued support.
–John
Written September 20, 2003 by Matthew
I am finally feeling 100% better now. I was surprised to catch a fever that severe because I am usually not the type to get sick so easily. I can’t even remember the last time I was sick. After I woke up yesterday, I cleaned up the dorm a bit and drove home. It’s great not having Friday classes. My parents have been bothering the shit out of me. They have been asking me to come and visit for some time now. I am assuming they wanted me to come because of my birthday.
Written September 18, 2003 by Matthew
I seriously have the worst luck ever. On Sunday night, I began to feel very ill. I got a whole bunch of phone calls at 12am from friends and Katlyn wishing me a Happy Birthday. Little did I know, my illness was going to become a horrible fever. On Monday, my birthday, I woke up feeling the same.. I felt like complete shit. That is exactly how things work for me, on my birthday, I get sick. I have to laugh at the irony.
Happy Birthday
Today would have been Matt’s birthday were he still alive. He would have turned 24 today.
Happy birthday Matt. We miss you.
Written September 14, 2003 by Matthew
Friday night I had the time of my life. In fact, it has been an unbelievable weekend altogether. I went on my first date with Katlyn. I know we have spent a couple of afternoons hanging out, but Friday night was the first time we actually labeled it a date. She put the whole night in my hands, so for starters, I decided to take her out to eat. This time, instead of a public school setting or my dorm, I made sure to pick a spot as romantic and personal as possible. The whole “movie idea” did come to mind, but since I don’t know her as well as I would like to, I thought it would be better to sit down and just converse. Going to the movies is fun and all, but I always felt it doesn’t give you time to chitchat. Instead, you are concentrating on the screen, not your date.
We had a great time in each others company and the food was incredible. After we ate our main meal, I told her not to have dessert. I took her to this little cafĂ© where they serve the best tiramisu I’ve ever had. I let her try a bite and she instantly fell in love with the taste. She kept asking me to give her just one more taste in a cute, soft-spoken voice. It was genuinely cute and every time she spoke, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
Written September 11, 2003 by Matthew
Today was another great day with Katlyn. During the entire psych class we passed notes to each other. It reminded me of when I was young, like the children in elementary school and the way they pass their little love letters. It was hard to concentrate in class because every time we passed a note, our hands would touch momentarily and she’d look at me and smile. I can’t help but to smile back. Her eyes are so beautiful and her smile is stunning. She really blows me away. I still have no clue what the lecture was about, but it is still my best class for the simple reason that she is there with me.
Written September 9, 2003 by Matthew
So my classes started yesterday, and at first it looked like it was going to be another shitty semester. Out of the three classes, not even one of them seemed to spark the slightest interest in me. It’s kind of funny because I am taking a class on religion, which right now seems to be one of my main interests. The professor looked like a minister or something and spent the entire class talking about what it means to be spiritual. I couldn’t tell if he was teaching or preaching. I was so tempted to just start arguing and countering his beliefs. Either way, I’m going to love arguing with him every week. He has no idea what he is in for.