Below are the 9 most recent journal entries recorded in Matt Pierson's LiveJournal:

Monday, March 5th, 2001
12:34 pm	Life Ehh. and you can quote me on that. Nothing exceptional has happened in my life recently (no surprise), but it'd been a while since my last post, so I figured I'd give it a go. So this week is kinda sucky. I did large amounts of homework last night, which I really don't enjoy, and have a test Wednesday. And a fortran prog due on Thursday. So the first step there, clearly, is figuring out how to write fortran. Can't be too hard,I knew how to do it once. Let's see... nope, nothing has happened. I helped build a giant A, which was fun while it lasted, but is now built. Maybe I should build something else. There's always the street lunge waiting for some contestants. Pedanticly short sentances are fun. I still need a video card, but as the GeForce 3 has been announced, I'm trying to hold off until it's released, and see what form of economic throwdown it brings to the video card market. So it's almost spring break. Yay. I won't complain about the break, but the plan this year is, impressively enough, nothing. We're going to sit around Raleigh and be bored for a while. There may be an interlude of canoeing in there somewhere if the weather is nice, which it should be. It's nice now, though we're supposed to get some weather soon, be it snow or merely chilly precipitation. Speaking of precipitation, I'm bored. Anyway, I think I'll go be bored and asleep for a while. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 12th, 2001
5:46 pm	Shoot me, I'm bored Well, I think this is, at least for the nonce, it. I am now more bored, on average, than I have ever been before. It's an impressive feat given my rigorous training. I have all of about 2 friends this semester, and while I see them frequently, there's still not a whole lot to do. I suppose this means it's time to bite the bullet and meet some people, but I haven't the faintest idea how to go about it. Sure, I'm smart, handsome, and amazingly charismatic (ok, according to my mom) but that still doesn't make people swoon when I walk by. Now, if I could find out where people "do things" and somehow infiltrate their heirarchy, it's conceivable that I could eventually get to know someone. Or I could spend another day sitting alone and doing nothing. Yes, I'm up for doing things, but most of the advice I get is along the lines of "do something!". If you can't see how useless this is to me, you've probably said it. It's not the doing I need help with. It's the step before that. Admittedly, the usual response at this stage is "go out and find someone". Again with the uselessness. If this advice gets anymore generic, people will just be looking at me and saying "happy" when I ask what I should try. And no, that's not a deep answer full of the zen of creation, it's a trite ignoring of the subject through overcheerfulness. Despite what anyone reading this would likely think, I'm not in a bad mood today, just my usual bored state. This may sound good, but think about it. If, in my normal state of mind, not one I account as annoyed, I'm capable of ranting about such things in this manner... I don't know how exactly to finish that sentance, but I just don't see how that can be good. Unfortunantly, other than boredom, I have little to talk about, which is a side effect of the inital condition. I've taken several tests recently. As I didn't really worry about them beforehand and still aced them, resulting in an excitement factor of .001, I don't see how anyone reading would be remotely interested in specifics. I have another tomorrow which promises to be equally enlightening. Let's see... one thing that bugs me is my eternal lack of income. While I'd be fine leeching off my parents for the rest of my life, I know that's not going to happen. As such, the fact that I have no job and just enough money to make it through a semester at a time (comfortably, that is), bothers me to no end. I'll never go hungry, but still... Some bright boys and girls out there will no doubt at this point be saying "there's an easy solution to this, get a job!" You clearly don't understandthis situation. This feeling is pretty bad. Bad feelings I can deal with- I deal with boredom on a second by second basis. Actual work, however, is even worse, from what I can tell. I, aka unskilled labor, get to do work that is both more boring than sitting here with the internet, and more physically taxing. About the internet, I had a thought the other day. It strikes me sometimes, that I never really have any questions I ponder. For almost every question I can think of, I either already know the answer, know I can find the answer easily, or don't care. And very few points fall into section 2. This lack of curiosity no doubt enhances my boredom, and similarly doubtlessly, would be dispelled by activity. It's just odd. Up until this time, people have spent their entire lives not knowing basic things about the world, math, etc. I know, due to a firly normal education, more than they ever did, and it jades me to knowledge. Dammit, now I have that crappy song in my head. Excuse me whilst I hold a toaster in the shower (I can't even drop it in a tub as is proper. d'oh) Anyway, I suppose I'll write more once I get bugged by my friends again. Further conversation can be activated on a case by case basis. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, January 29th, 2001
4:27 pm	More of the same Ok, so here we have a go at writing with nothing to say- this is your only warning. I was thinking today about how lj is nice, and some people seem to really use it, but there are things that go unsaid. This doesn't bother me horribly, though were I a certified journal writing person, this might bother me. I'll write about what I do or think, but not much about what I feel, because it stays here on record, waiting to be read by anyone who knows my name. And so I'll leave a trail of trivialities until something bursts and words pour from me as a poor substitue to true expression in person. Not that anything is happening in my life right now, but I was just thinking about it........ Let's see. I enjoy archery, it's a nice break in my days of engineering classes, though GC211 is also nice. So far as I can tell I'm rather good at archery, as today I put 5 of 6 shafts into a 8" x 11" piece of paper from 15 yards. Ok, so that's not amazing, but it was better than any but one or two others in the class. Oddly, I only shot that well after removing the aiming pin some people have begun using. I apparently shoot better instinctivly than with a guide. Things will get interesting as we move farther and farther away, however. From 30 yards, a 6" diamter circle is tiny. I mean, really tiny. I've been talking with my cousin recently, and we've both realized how much we enjoy each other's company, and are going to try to get together some time. The difficulty involved is location, seeing how she attends college in Washington, and I don't mean the new home of George "Those darn staffers took all the W's so I can't use it in my name anymore" Bush. Funny stuff- who'd of thought departing White House staff would steal hundreds of w's from keyboards throughout the house? I want to talk to someone, though I know we won't think of anything to do, but I'm denied even this small solace due to aim's quirks. "Your buddly list is not available, but is not lost. Please try again later." Ok, I think, I know the names of those I have to speak to and can manually add them to my lis.........."Your buddy list is not available, but is not lost. Please....." Hmmmm....... Ok, I just open a box, type in the name, and try to send something. "You have blocked this user. You can change this in Preferences, Privacy." No, I damn well didn't block the user, so you must have, aim. Nonetheless, I go there, and lo and behold, none of the 8 radio buttons describing privacy settings are marked. I check "Anyone can contact me", and ht apply. "Your buddy list is ont avail..." Right. I don't see how it applies, but what do I know anyway. Regadless, if Rithops2 im's you, I think you bright folks can put it together. Well, fun as this has been (paragraph markings are for the weak), I think I'll move on to my daily routine of sitting, with perhaps a bit of reading thrown in for variety. (Comment on this)
Monday, January 22nd, 2001
12:09 am	Nothing I'm thinking that while I may update my journal more often in the future, the entry length will be rather small. So my only current issue, apart from my detachment from the semester which will no doubt end in rather low grades, and the endless boredom that stalks my days and gives relief only during the blessed slices of death that decend upon me every night, is my singleness, which is second only to my ennui in persistance. Not that my virtue goes unchallenged, as I am apparently making a girl cry as I write this by telling her we lack a romantic future. However, I erred once recently, and would prefer not to repeat the experience, what with the weeks of minor deception and hiding. I'm simply hoping a nice girl will drop out of the sky into my lap. The plan's not working too hot right now, but if i can make it until summer, I have a feeling things may improve. However, I would prefer to meet someone sooner, obviously. The mass expenditure of my time at my friends' apartment doesn't help, I am certain. Well, the hour grows late, and I must rise for a class I'm not especially enthused about in but a few short hours, and thus I draw this tale of suffering to a close. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 17th, 2001
1:23 pm	And I'm Back Yes, this is a post on lj, by me. Having crumbled to peer pressure, I'll begin again with the recording my heinous boredom in its dreadful day by day, minute by minute pervasiveness. I've got some friends who will be the only people to read this, so I'll wind up talking about them, as they occasionally do things, thos in Ferris's case, I think it's mostly by accident. "Wait, me in UAB? AND Americana? When did this happen?" Anyway, as normal, there's nothing happening, and I only managed to stretch this to moderate length by making it an introduction. Maybe I should do that more often...... (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 14th, 2000
12:26 am	Rhymes with "cord" Hey, so I'm bored again. Yes, that's right, surprising as it may be. I realize I've killed any possible readers from boredom long ago, so no worries. I don't really have a theme tonight, but just felt like putting down some thoughts. Like, how being single for a while is kind of a catch 22. The longer I go, the more desperate I get, the more desperate I get, the more likely I am to go out with someone I shouldn't. Go out with someone I shouldn't, and I'll be unhappy and feel bad about it, plus be single quickly. I like big blocks of text too, paragraphs are for wusses. Books'd be great if they were 800 pages with no text breaks. Other thoughs. Like the way I think- if I have something that is non-renewable, I'm not likely to use it, even if it's better than the other options. Self sufficiency and reliability for some reason top my list as desirable traits. I noticed this first with (yeah, I know, it's sad) video games, but recently saw it in other aspects of life. Also, colors. I express sounds and smells that I experience, to some extent, as colors. It's odd, but I'll think of a sound or smell as greenish, or brown. No, I'm not drunk, just pondering my existance and the means by which I interpret it. I do wish I had some way to fill the empty hours, but I exclude myself from most activities for one reason or another. I wonder if I made the right choice about someone. And about that trip someone else wants to go on- should I or not? Ehh. It'll all work out. All except the boredom, that is. That's eternal. (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 2nd, 2000
5:34 pm	And I Though I Knew Boredom Before.......... Well, it's been quite some time since I was last here, mainly because, while I've been bored, it's not reached the level needed for me to write. However, over this labor day weekend, I returned to my hometown. There are several reasons for this- 1, my roommate's girlfriend is visiting for the weekend (from Indiana) and I would leave them their privacy; 2, a friend of mine who I've become rather close to in the last few weeks just turned 17 (yeah, so I'm 3 months short of being 3 years older, I know). There were smaller things- dad wants to play a game of golf with me and my brother (my first, dan's second), mom is returning from visiting family in NJ tomorrow and wants to see me (despite the fact I was home just 2 weeks ago- this is the 4th year- you'd think she'd be used to me going away to school now). While seeing people last night was fun (left at 2am), it's raining today and my brother's gone, while the friend who I saw last night is at the beach. I always knew Greenville was boring, but this is too much. From the time I awoke (ok, 11am) until now (5:30 pm), I've done absolutely nothing. There are some things I'd like to discuss with some people, but as none of them are in town or online, here I am. Ok, I know the above was just a description of a setup for boredom, and not of any real interest to anyone, including me (were it of interest, I wouldn't be bored, ehh?), but hey, it's what I was thinking. I also have a head cold if that helps. See? now you're as bored as I, just from readong about my life. Anyway, the only interesting thing I have on the horizon right now is my up and coming job. Yes, that's right, my roommate and I are getting a job- valet parkers for a club. It was the most interesting help wanted ad we saw, and hey, if they're willing to pay me $8 an hour for driving other people's cars, who am I to say no? I suppose one of these days I'd better get around to my current dilemma, so here it is. Women. Ok, I know for a guy it's not all that original, but what can I say. So between the fact that I'm 19 and have been single for a year (gets real old, much as I enjoy my own company) and have recently gotten to know someone who I rather like, I've been filling my empty hours with baseless and useless thoughts. Yes, that's right, she has a boyfriend. I even like the guy, which makes it harder. And while she's indicated that she's not planning to stay with him past the end of the school year, that's still a good 8 months away. Anyway, this may be exacerbated by my singularity, as I feel the need after this time for someone to talk to, spend time with, and just be with, even without the physical contact that can make things so fun. I've been having more dreams that I remember recently, one of which rather surprised me (content will remain nameless). Anyway, I suppose I'll give it a rest now, and find something to eat. In hopes of entertainment slapping me in the face. Later. (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 3rd, 2000
9:07 pm	Ennui So it's yet another Friday night, and I sit here, doing absolutely nothing. This sounds like the start of many peoples' complaints, yet here I break with conformity. I really don't mind sitting here doing nothing. This is perhaps due to my long, extensive experience of doing just this (nothing), or perhaps because I finished my job today, and have nothing I have to do for the next two weeks. It would be nice to have companionship, especially of a female nature, but being single is another thing at which I am an expert. I'm sure I'll meet someone sometime, hopefully soon, but if I don't, no worries. If I had anything interesting to impart, I would do so. If I had any philosophies or debates, moral statements or feelings to express, I would. However, I simply don't. I am, and that is currently enough. It will not be, and wasn't, but just as I am not the same person as I was yesterday, nor the same as I will be tomrrow, what I want and need changes. To tell the truth, however, I rarely need all that much. And here I claim I have nothing to say. Well, I'll draw this vast litany of nothing to a close now, and see what tomrrow brings. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 2nd, 2000
10:54 am	And thus it begins Bowing to popular demand, here I am to enscribe the sordid tales of my mundane daily existance. In truth, there's nothing all that sordid, but mundanity I have in excess. So I'm at work, and supposed to be part of a week long workshop program, my part of which is cleaning every machine in sight. Now, I don't know that you haven't wiped down a broach hydraulics tank with a bottle of Windex and a bag of paper towels, but if not, it's not amazingly fun the first time. The prospect of a forth time was enough to drive me to the cubicle I once resided in, to seek comfort in the gentle arms of internet oblivion. I apologize for my exiberance of ponderous words, but in this I side with a learned comrade who suggests that when one is forced to limit one's vocabulary for hours every day, it builds up to overflow in a torrent of superflous expression. As for said job, it is by no means the worst in this regard that I have held, for here two syllable words are commonly understood, and some daring employees venture into the uncharted lands of three. In a previous scheme, where my only contribution to the company was providing a walking stand for a spinning string with which to cut grass, anything beyond a monosylabic grunt was interpreted poorly, if understood to be language at all. I do not intend to express anger or dislike at my former economic associates, for I learned much on the simpler points of life, but simply attempt to impart the intellectual asphixiation prevelent. Nor do I attempt to paint myself as a genius, and hope that I am not interpreted as a breeding ground for either of the traits of human nature that are anathema to myself, arrognace and presumption. This flow of thoughts has helped to quench the desert in my soul, and I shall no doubt be soon missed, though not sorely, on the production floor. With this, I take my leave. (1 Comment |Comment on this)