i spent my lunch today talking with english martin learning the ins and outs of cricket. after hearing all about the sport, i came to the conclusion that i would be an instant superstar in this sport if only i cared enough to play it.

saturday i went to the choppin' block to see my man joe dooling play a show. it was the first time i had been able to see him play and i was impressed. my evening turned out exponentially better than it could of. i passed on a trip to providence with the chrises (kinlin, hamel, grange) laprell, eric, suge, and danielle. evidently it turned out to be 5 hours of driving in one debacle after another. ending at 3 am back in boston. suckers.

on a side note, everyone should just turn 21 so we can drink more easily. on two separate occasions this weekend plans were ruined due to underagers. i think its worse waiting for everyone else to turn 21 then it was waiting for myself.

steve is no fool. he lives evenly, and so should you.

"at some point in my life, i need to have sex with an equine"

- kinlin

am i the only one who doesnt like american idol? i was thinking that last night while it was assaulting my ears. i even came up with a valid reason why i dont like it. its not just because of the amazing overload of reality tv shows, the silly predictability of simons cutting remarks, or even that stupid asshole ryan seacrest. its the music. i just dont like the kind of music that these "idols" seem to all specialize in. every song, and potential idol, has the same soulful, long winded melisma kind of sound to it, often packed with an obscene amount of vibrato (perhaps my biggest pet peeve). if these idiots (ruben, kelly, clay and the rest included) truly are american idols, then god help us all. especially me.

this morning started off great terribly, the second i got to work (15 minutes late) i had to go to a meeting. for the meeting, it was suggested that i go get donuts and coffee, jokingly at first, then much more forcefully. so i took my bosses car got donuts, coffee, and returned for the dreadful 3 hour meeting. happily, my 1:30 team meeting hasnt been cancelled either and i get to endure/fend off sleep for another 2 hour meeting this afternoon. i did get to check off 'get coffee and donuts for coworkers' from my To-Do on co-op list. earlier this year i took care of 'make 3 hours worth of photocopies'. still yet to complete are, 'have an interoffice romance that ends with someone losing their job', 'steal an item valued at over $500', and 'knowingly sabatoge a major project, presentation, or report'.

i think a good way to please your boss is, take atleast a two hour lunch (two and a half is better), then when you get back tell him you dont want to work cause the sub i just ate is making me a little sick. plus tell him that you didnt do anything this morning either.

Raccoon Suit (rakoon soot) n.
1. Used to describe the misuse of authority; often this authority is newly acquired, or undeserved.

ex.
"Shirley is acting like a bitch lately, she has definitely been wearing her raccoon suit".

i accidentally bashed myself in the face with a hammer today. it was the unfriendly claw side too. damn.

anyone following march madness? my bracket is absolute rubbish now. many wrong picks. not as many as kinlins though.

you will all pay.

sometime early today i think, my site broke 10,000 hits ... good for mattio's lounge eh? and good for all of you who endured it over 10 thousand times.

my left shoe squeaks. i hate it.

its snowing again. stupid snow. mother nature needs to cool it with the snow and throw us some more not horrible weather. if it werent for my hour commute on the highway, i wouldnt really care about the snow. but since any kind of precipitation creates mass hysteria on the pike it is very inconvenient.

finally there is a mattjohnston.com

for those wondering who this "kinlin" kid i speak of is, just read and let the enlightenment begin

Additions to the Previous List:
Whoopi Goldberg
Cousin Larry from perfect strangers
Piper (evil caf. lady)
Estelle Getty
Stanislaw Ulam
Andrei Chikatilo
Steven Seagal
Pedro Lopez
Lorena Bobbit
Jamie Foxx
Dr. Harold Shipman
James Earl Ray (or whoever shot MLK)
Tallat Pasha
Vince McMahon