the never ending job.

i am sorry, i am really tired.
i mean, i just got up from a good night's sleep, but still i feel tired with my life.
you know what i mean right? i know you do.
one time T was saying how she didn't want to work anymore and that her goal was to not have to work anymore. get rich or something and then not have to work.
but everything is work. that was my response.
i mean i don't want to be a bummer here, but everyday you wake up you have to make yourself do the things that you do and to me that constitutes work. you might not even think about it that much, but there is a part of you that is making you climb out of your bed and get started on your day. brushing your teeth, washing your face, dressing yourself, this is all work. you are used to it, it is more accurately habit, but still you are making yourself do these things and it is work.
the thing is that you can't ever stop working because if you do, you sort of die. right?
so for now until you can't do these things, you will always be working.
T got sort of mad and sad about this, and i am not saying i am right, but i just view life as a long, long job. it isn't all that bad though because most of the time i like my job a lot. i really like waking up and brushing my teeth. i look forward to it. cold water on my face, the first breath of fresh air in the morning when you step outside. i like the way that my ears prick up when i hear the hard crack or someone's skateboard wheels hitting the cement. i like the music that i listen to, my soundtrack. QUICK! what is your most pumping song? the song that can get you in the mood to do anything? did you answer "Wanted Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi? if you did then there is a good chance that we are some sort of soul mate.
i don't know, i don't want to get so wishy washy on you guys. i just love my job. be good.
lovematthew

mush

today was another long day guys, so i am sorry for not having a lot to say. i was thinking of secretly recording my thoughts while we are in the truck, but i think it would look suspicious if i were constantly talking and giggling into my armpit. i would hide my microphone in my armpit. i know that hiding it on my inner thigh might be a better place but it's always so sweaty in there, i wouldn't want to ruin my "recording" equipment.
man my pipes are sore! SORE! and getting done late is not only giving me less time with my buddy, but also it gives me less time to pose and admire myself in the mirror.
anyways, i think that i may have found more permanent living conditions. 1 2 3 HOORAY!!!
that would be nice, to have a place to feel homey in.
a place to draw and stuff.
well, i think tomorrow i am off, but sunday night i work.
cool!
be good for now guys.
lovematthew

two long days in a truck.

dudes! MY DUDES!!!
What is going on? I wanted to be here, telling you stuff for the past two days about my adventures in the truck, but I couldn't because I was in the truck! In my dreams I am in the truck, bouncing and spilling coffee all over T-dubs.
DUDES!!! the Misfits just came on the stereo! How sweet is that!? SUPER SWEET!
I am sorry to be yelling so much, I am just so stoked to be out of the truck and here in my comfy little "blogosphere" which I thought was a word but apparently it is not a word since the computer is saying I spelled it wrong.
Well, I am too wired right now to tell you anything that great, but I just wanted to let you know that I picked a bad time to shave my head, and I am really looking forward to a day in the near future that won't require heavy lifting, or gallery types.
be good, lovematthew.
P.S. Do you know Mike? He is my friend from Milwaukee, he has a video on youtube!
here you go!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CaCSPhXZwU

A sketch.

I found some old sketch books. These are from them. lovematthew

this one is about the dangers of drinking from a sip top while you are bouncing around in the cab of a panel truck.

This one is funny because I just shaved my hair off and was surprised at the lack of bones but disgusted by the amount of dead skin. GROSS!

This is every single morning. Only now my feet hurt also.

Sleeping in the closet.

When we first moved to the city we stayed in a very small space that we affectionately called "the closet" or "the shoe box".
We stayed there for a while, longer than I would have liked, but just long enough to gain appreciation for every square inch that I was given. So now we don't have a much larger space or anything, but we do have our own bathroom and kitchen and stuff like that, and I am grateful. But sometimes when we are both trying to get dressed, or move around, it feels a bit cramped and stuff.
I make jokes, I say "I'll just be in the observatory if you need me" or "Could you please go into the office and grab my book?" stuff like that. HA!
Well, I just thought you should know.
be good.
loematthew

A sad friend.

The other night my buddy started to cry.
I felt helpless.
I have this feeling that I can fix things. Like problems and stuff.
Got some problems? Give 'em to me! Because I can fix them! Or at least, I think I can.
I know that I have my own problems and stuff, but isn't it sometimes easier to deal with other people's shit? I mean you can be objective and swift, you can see things clearly because you lay it out and make a list, you organize it all and lay then you can fix it right? Like a messy room, you organize it and most times you can get it done within the day.
And when you are done you can celebrate!
Hooray! Check it off the list because it is DONE!
I want to help my buddy.
But I have to try and stay out of it.
It is hard though because there is not a lot of space to be sad in.
I don't mean to dump on your day, sorry.
Where do you even start?
lovematthew

shave and a haircut.

I know.
I should be working out or something.
But the winter is hard on us in different ways right?
Well, I have nothing else to say right now.
lovemattehw