a young boy who plays with cats called me the f word.

not said TO me but called me that. i could take if it was some jerk. but he plays with a cat & says that he's fluffy. also, a girl from one of my classes pantsed another girl from another one of my classes. both girls are bullied & bullies. it's like competitions at this point. and my older sister left me a "friendly warning" paper on my bed. ridiculous how sibling rivalry has become a written threat. so, i bought 300$ worth of clothes and media to compensate.

too much?

ancient photography.

so. today a spent a period watching hercules followed by teaching my first class at the age of 17. i was also told i have the most amazing bedroom eyes (not as exciting as it sounds). i also went by walmart to pick up some disposable camera pictures. turns out... they have been sitting there for about two years. i will share with you some of the highlights (in my opinion).

let the journey on memory lane begin.

if you look to your right you will see my friend jillian in a dollar store. i love the way this looks.

my view in my hotel room pub. it pains me how much i miss it.

i buried a coca cola box, bracelet, red box, and corse statue with a friend. pretty memorable.

the cover-up.

my father waring my hair net from work.

nothing is complete without a gorgeous polaroid wall. found it at a dentist's office by my house.

that's it for now.

my lips are chapped & sticky hands are getting to me.

exhaustedly yours,

mtb.

p.s: "hello this is will chamberlin. do you have some bones that need collecting?"

STALKER CAM.

so i came back from drunk bowling a while ago.

we determined we would move in together as a trio eventually as well as decided we would have a joined event of a famine toga party (be jealous) as well as planned other summer events, other events for upcoming weeks, dished secrets, ditched the bowling alley with bowling shoes (which will be the foot apparel to the famine toga, of course). {photography of the demenage a trois (oh tish, that's french!)}

social life really is terrific.

solos for my ladies:

roomie brandae.

& bride's maid jillian.

So i uploaded the pictures when i got home after having fumbled to the dep for some coffee, starbucks doubleshots, raspberry candies, carrott muffin, and a free newspaper. this is after of course i attempted to drive for the first time but couldn't get the car out of drive. good thing. that's all i have to say. ANYWAY. i looked through my pictures to realize that i took very many pictures of strangers at the bus terminal to show to my other friends because it was some of those "you wouldn't believe it" moments. so, let's make them believable.

NUMBER 1: RUBIX MAN.

i was coming back from an indian wedding waiting for the 43 when i just see this guy wearing abercrombie & fitch chillin' with a rubix cube. what makes it better is that all 3 of the other people that were in this booth with me were STARING at him until about four minutes in, he realized and sat on the other side of the glass box with his little friend.

NUMBER 2: STREETSTYLE VIA RTL.

[CAN I JUST POINT OUT HOW MUCH OF A BITCH IT WAS TO POST THIS ONE PICTURE?]

anyway. this is a girl i saw coming on the 45. she had an amazing jacket. you cannot really see all its glory right now... but hell. a picture is a picture.

NUMBER 3: LOVEBIRDS WATCHING THE HABS BEING SLAUGHTERED.

(blog continues to spazz)

So i was at supper with Mat & Raposo where we see this couple sitting opposite of us. we start analyzing their arms and who is going in for the hand holding and whatever else. also, the habs were losing. just wanted to point that out as a dedicated not-hockey-fan fan.

NUMBER 4: GENERAL MTV.

So as I was waiting for Jill to show up at the bus terminal, i see a gentleman of my age group walking around with cool shades, an army hat, and a ghetto-not-so-fabulous television. i thought this amazing. so i took not one but two shots (and txted two friends about it).

That is all for now. this may or may not be a recurring feature. my wake up time for work in about... 4 and a half hours? niiice, meaghan.

sorry, world. i'm watching you.

lurkingly yours,

mtb.

ROAST TO MY DEAN MARTINS.

i am up at 4:00 a.m after having watched program after program. i finally decided to head to my room after the end of a horrible KISS tribute movie where one of the actors was in American History X (googled him. Edward Furlong is the winner.) when i went to my room and Kanye was still turned on from when I was there last. I decided to take a last look at facebook. everyone's mistake, obviously. but all i saw were albums and albums called famine or famine with 8 e's or 30 hour famine.

{placing link to the website to save myself from having to explain the cause here}

http://www.30hourfamine.org/

this had me begin to remember my famine last year. it was absolutely fantastic. i spent all of my time with tremendous people, playing kid games that had us in stiches, and chit-chatted between pillows and sleeping bags with 3 of my best friends (two of which became so when we first met at this exact famine). so, obviously, not only was i envious of the fact they have one... but i miss it.

it seems since we graduated, it's become money, sex, and school. and drugs. and booze. nothing in between. no good ol' chill time in a friend's basement watching youtube videos or playing jamunji because you saw the movie as a child and thought it would be great to pretend bats were coming through the ceiling. (google that shit if you don't know it. i was the child who didn't get the chance to watch it because my mom was afraid i would have nightmares. i saw it recently. a.m.a.z.i.n.g. definitely worth wetting the bed over.)

POINT BEING. i want that with my friends.

so, i decided. i'm going to have my own famine with my bifflez to reconnect. but then i thought to myself : "naaah. mtb? you can't STARVE yourself and yo' friends. not cool." so after the pep talk, wheels started turning for the title of the event.

and then it came to me.

after there were no antonyms viewable on google definitions, it will be called ROAST.

stuffing your face as opposed to starving it. fit the criteria.

also, i had the flash image of the dean martin roasts which is a show i found on youtube that i WISH i would have been alive to watch or had one of my folks save the VHS tapes of.

so: ROAST GOAL is to have fun. just reconnect the roots of my social circle and have a ball. it will take place at my new house (when i finally get move in on june 26th) & we will do activities that we did at famine. painting a sign with water paint which was epic, random sports (shauna & i were cheaters,winners, and double agents when ti came to dodgeball), picture taking, giggling, pillow fights, strippin' down & all that girly stuff. just a good time, aiiight?

now i should really go to bed. i have drunken bowling tomorrow to attend. NOTE TO SELF: remember to bring jillian 20$ that i owe her for the amazing pens, her sweater, brandae her t-shirt, & lend her my boots.

first day of whatever i'll make of this.

hello there.

one thing that you will find out about me is that i LOATH first days. (ex: work & school; you know no one, you become the prey and all anyone can ask you is if you are enjoying yourself when all you want to tell them is to stop asking. also, the awkwardness is palpable.)

however, i am also the type of person that enjoys blank notebooks, new school supplies, and apparantly blank blogs. i find it's an opportunity to start something fresh and a chance to reinvent yourself. toss out the person you were five minutes ago, slip on a new name tag, and roll. so, in the words of one or more celebrities, authors, and strangers "let's do this shit."

huh. so this is what day one looks like.

brief profile on my day:

- slept in.

- ate this fantastic cold pizza from an unknown hole in the wall (not literally ratville. promise.)

- watched the entire sweeney todd musical on youtube which happen to include Neil Patrick Harris himself (i'm an enormous How I Met Your Mother fan).

- drank some oh jay, simpson (not really).

- blowed my nose repeatedly (that's what she said. yes. office fan, too.)

- presently listening to Peter, Bjorn & John's new album Living Thing to prepare myself for their concert at Le National on April 27th.

{insert album cover here and link to video here}

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yxtA8HoPlY

and that's more or less it. i plan on being more active in the coming days. the only reason i have become a hermit and confided myself to my matress and laptop Kanye (you guessed it.) is that i have a cold and i have to try and shake it off as soon as possible. bed rest and depressing musicals are my perscription.

i also started a blog because i feel like i will find myself at a crossroad really soon (or so i hope so) as well as i have countdowns starting up. time for a change/upgrade/mistake as they say. so i started this. this secret will be just between you and me, alright? let's keep mom & dad & everyone else in the dark for now.

i just keep on getting this visual about the entire world sleeping as i write this. i feel like nothing will really change from creating this other than i can have personal documentation of my train of thought which is hard enough to follow anyway. but, i'll carry on.

goodnight sleeping world population & and not-so-empty blog.

hello, new habit.

yours most truly & sincerely,

mtb.