2-8-04

I should write stuff about myself. That's about all I was told. No junk on whatever the hell I did during the day (slept through class, played videogames, a couple more slightly illegal activities). It's only supposed to be my feelings.

Now, I'm not a really touchy-feely guy. I never have been, and I probably won't ever be. I don't get sentimental over anything. More often than not, if I somehow feel anything about anything I turn it into a joke or a sarcastic remark. People haven't figured that out yet. Or maybe they have? How the hell should I know? I try to spend as little time outside my room as possible.

The only reason I spend so much time in my room is because I've got one to myself. My other roommate moved out a little while ago, as he was a couple years older than me and got offered to work on some project in some foreign country I don't care to think hard enough to remember the name of. I don't really care. He's gone. I'm alone. That's the important part, the part that I like the most.

If I did have a roommate, I wouldn't spend as much time in my room. I'd probably spend more time bugging Mello, or I'd find somewhere else that isn't my room, the dining room, or the library to hide out. It'd probably end up being the AV Club's storage room. There's power in there, a television, and a billion and a half places to hide certain things including said illegal activities and videogames. And there's a window in there. I'm also not a part of that club, though I'd for sure improve any project they did thousand-fold. They aren't as good as they think they are at their "jobs."

Oh, right, feelings…

Ummmmmmmm. I'm Matt, if the name on the front of this notebook wasn't clear enough. Also if it wasn't clear enough, I'm a videogame nerd. Or any kind of computer nerd. Yes, I identify as a nerd. I full accept that fact. I participate in a few aforementioned illegal activities that I won't write down until I'm sure no one will read this. If Ed wants to read this, what the fuck ever. There are plenty of illegal activities, and none you could immediately point out that have to do with me, other than possibly hacking. And you said we could curse in these, since they're our journals, so I'm taking fucking advantage of that.

Right. Feelings. Damn it, it's harder to stay on topic than I thought it was. ADD'll do that to you.

At this very moment in time, I'm bored. What else is new? I mean, really? I'm always bored. Nothing's challenging here, even though Wammy's is supposed to be the highest level school for "gifted children" in the world. Yeah, I'm only third in the rankings, but that's only because I don't fucking care. I could take over in a day if I wanted to. But I don't. I'm perfectly happy being the carefree, genius slacker.

Speaking of which, how long does this things have to be? A page a day? Two? Three? Hmm. I think I'll just pretend I can't write as fast as I can and say it's been fifteen minutes. Yeah, that'll work. And I'll pray to whatever mystical being you believe in that Edman doesn't wanna read this.

~Matt

A/N: And here it is! The first of hopefully fifteen chapters full of Matt ranting. I hope you're prepared! ;D

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I really hope you enjoy!

Oh, and if you're interested in Mello's Psych Journal as well I have already completed his side of this assignment. Thank you so much for reading! :)