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Name: Matt Country: United States State: Virginia Metro: Hampton Birthday: 12/25/1982 Gender: Male
Interests: Cooking, The Bible, Taking it easy, Lyrics, Expertise: The Appearence of productivity, Risotto, Procrastination Occupation: Military Industry: Other
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1/29/2006
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| So I been on this health kick these last few days based on recent events. I don't understand why people have a hard time quitting smoking over the first few days. I always feel great. It's after a little while when the Thrill is Gone that ir gets hard. I made a letter to yours truly regarding why I quit that I might break out in the future when tempted. I've failed at quitting (sounds sad to fail at quitting) many times, even giving in after over a year without. I've gotten to the point where even stating my intentions of stopping cames with great hesitence. Positive encouragement is like kryptonite to me and I have been blessed to never have been in short supply. I can only hide the fact that I am not smoking for so long, a closet non-smoker. It seems like each word of encouragement received is another brick in this wall of fear of dissapointing people (next to heights...yeesh) and I cope with the stress by failing and getting the whole thing over with before expectations get too high.
My strategy is to let my anger towards giving crooked executives my hard earned (well...earned) scratch for the right of making me wake up feeling like crap. There has to be more of a strategy in drug and alcohol prevention as to improving the quality of our lives today. Our instantly gratified society, myself included, doesn't care about dying a decade down the road (although I did give this some thought. Tragic every time) We need to spread the message quit being a baby there are about a million things harder than stopping smoking. Quit before you become a burden to society and your family based on misguided self indulgence. Smelling like stale tobbaco for your whole life for the right to die of heart disease is a lot more inconvenient than overcoming a craving now and again. Maybe this has all been withdrawal rage talking.
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| I've seen three movies in the last two days I would have never, I mean ever, seen had I anything to do except hike down to the ole ciniplex. Scary Movie 4; better than expected, but that's like getting punched in the stomach when you are expecting a kick in the groin. The Sentinal; Why I thought any movie about the Secret Service with Michael Douglas and Kiefer Sutherland would be any good is beyond me, the first forty five minutes were slow and I slept through most of the movie, waking up to the occasional machine gun fire, my buddy said it didn't get any better. ATL; I really liked this movie. I expected the typical Boyz N Tha Hood (did I misspell it right?) clone but this movie was uplifting and entertaining, check it out if you haven't seen it. Just rudely inteuupted in mid blog on account of my dear old friend Drew on life support. Say prayers please. | | |
| Yes I'm actually posting noneed to pinch yourself unless you feel so inclined. Too sore today to anything but sit at a computer and catch up one the ole E-mail etc. Ram my physical readiness test yesterday and surprisingly I passed with flying colors. Based on my five months or so of relative inactivivity I was convinceed going into the thing I would crash and burn. By the hand of God I got my fastest mile and a half time since I've been in the military, even in boot camp when I ran every day. Words can't describe my relief because failing these things can cost you your job. Next time I get an extra thirty seconds on my run based on my upcoming old man status. Work is going great because everyone I don't like is on vacation. It could not be a better situation. I'm going to go do some laundry now. Let the good time roll... | | |
| So I got a hotel room last night for the sake of getting off the ship. While laying on a bed strewn with junkfood, having ordered my fourth movie of the night the thought occured to me that I am best not left to my own devices. Maybe that's where my passion for religion comes from. If this is what I do with my time when I am pretty sure someone is watching then what would I do otherwise? I decided to have a productive day today. It's five o'clock and all I did today was get a tattoo. I should have done more (curse that eleven check out time) but what is more productive than something I will have for the rest of my life. You could argue that getting a tattoo is more destructive that productive but I would say that they give me joy so go rain on someone else's parade, captain bringdown. I will be going home soon so unless we are friends in the solely digital sense of the word I will probably see you soon. I won't be posting for a week or so on account of anpther fun filled week at sea.
The Garden State soundtrack has some good ones on it. Especially a cover of such great heights (originally by one of my faves The Postal Service) recently featured on a pschedellic M&M commercial that I have mixed feeling about. | | |
| Guess who's back? No, not Ace of Base, sorry to dissapoint just yours truly. Back from sea. Was unale to post for a minute and a half due to concerns regarding info or something like that. Indescribably glad to be back on dry land. Too tired to post more. Stay tuned... | | |
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