Im confused. I just got back form subway and I cant get over they way their bread smells. I was drawn in, and as soon as I opened the door I felt like i was suffocating on subway's homemade bread. How can something smell good on the outside, horrible on the inside, and still produce a good sandwich? ..i made the early morning trip because I was already down a meal...last night me and the guys decided to go out. It was great. So great that when I went to taco bell to get a late night meal, I passed out before I could eat it. Lol I guess that is how you know the night was a success. too bad I didnt touch my meal. I looked at the receipt this morning and it said "$17.68," I think it also said "fuck you matt," but I was too tired to tell.

Thanksgiving break is coming up soon, which means lots of alone time for me..every one else is going home for break, but the basketball team stays here. My Jeep is ready for an oil change, so I think I'll kill some time and try to do that on my own. thats all for me today though, a nap sounds really good right now..

Back in Blog

Another rainy day in warrensbyrg means its time for a brand new blog..I can only wacth sportscenter so many times before my mind starts to wander.

On my way home today I heard "tubthumping" by Chumbawumba (I get knocked down!) on the radio. The same song banned from elementary gym class for the "pissing the night away" version . Which really shouldn't have been that big of a deal; my gym teacher, Mr. Smith always smelled like beer. He was the best gym teacher ever, all we did was play dodgeball..Its been a while since my last blog, which means there've been a ton of thoughts Ive tried to save for my next blog...lets see if I can remember all of them......

the other day (it was actually a week ago) I opened the fridge to get some of my frozen peanut butter cups, and to my surprise, there was only one left! My roommates had cleared out all the rest. Fuckers. I guess you find out who youre friends are when you bring a bag of reese's peanut butter cups home.

Ive had a growing list of things that I hate to hear people say: here are a few of them

mee maw (usually only in country songs-speaking of which, I heard zac brown band on a pop station the other day. good for them)

"that blew me"- maybe my mind is in the gutter, but when I hear that phrase the first think i think of isn't " that blew my mind"

any phrase with the word hella- come on, this isnt norcal.

and bryce brunz's accent of the word bags. Bryce, if youre reading this, Im sorry. I had to do it. When he says bags (or fags...maybe lags too. I havent heard him say that yet) it sounds like a cross between begs and jibborish. Its like nails on a chalkboard, but instead of hurting your ears, it crushes your soul.

finally i want to say that I know my title is corny, but I like it, So if you think its dumb, fuck you.

untitled

I dont really have anything to say tonight.. just watch this video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOVq_UL48o0&feature=featured

Too Fast For Love

So a lot has happened in the past twenty four hours, this ought to be a longer post..

First of all I went on a mini road trip with my teammate Sanijay to Kansas City. It was a long drive, and I really wasnt up for it except for the fact that I got a free meal.. and I think his girlfriend said I was family, which was nice.

Today I saw a handicapped person driving down the street in his motorized wheelchair. I wanted to ask him if it was street legal, but I was afraid I would go straight go hell. So I kept it to myself.

The most memorable moment though had to have been the round of speed dating I just got through. Me and Dusty and Sanijay all went with the idea of making things as uncomfortable as possible, and I think we succeeded. The event was very well put together. We walked in to a room filled with some cheesy R&B song and a table filled with brownies, cake, and other treats. I was immediately yelled at by the caterer, because I scooped up some punch before she added the ice cream. I have two problems with this. First. The punch was awful, I dont even think ice cream couldve saved it. Second, who puts ice cream in punch?

Before too long we moved into the ballroom for the "dates". Everyone sat down, and like some cruel, secret game of musical chairs I was left as the only person without a seat. That all changed when a Chinese exchange student named Corina (thats not her real name, I learned they change their names to American ones to fit in. Bastards) raised her hand, and just like that I had found a date. She didnt really speak English, and Im pretty sure she thought our date-rating sheet was a math test, but honestly she was the best date I had all night. Too bad Im not fluent in mandarin.

The second date that I had was really uncomfortable. We stumbled through small talk - she told me she likes boondock saints- and had what was a seemingly average speed date... until fate happened. She asked me why I was here..I said "Oh, me and a few friends are, just having fun, making a joke of it." She replied.."Oh. Ok. Well Im actually here to meet somebody...I kno, I know that sounds stupid and desperate and sad..."I felt really bad, but i tried to manage a smile anyway. Too bad we had two more long minutes before we switched dates. Check please??

Other highlights include an innocent looking girl named Megan who actually is a dominatrix...which was weird, because she looked like she had just finished teaching religious ed...and some of the questions made by Dusty. He wrote down a few questions on a sheet of paper before we started. My favorites were "Would you mind if I wear your underwear around?" and "Do you blog" which I guess was meant by silence.

It was a great night, topped off by another great trip to Burger King for an Angry Chicken Tendercrisp Sandwhich. What a night

You da man now dog

Ah it has been a lonng week. I have to admit I am almost tooo tired to blog, but I guess when youre so lazy you cant even write up a paragraph on a poorly maintained website youre going the wrong way in life- so I'll suck it up. This past weekend we traveled to play Tennessee Martin in Saint Louis. Despite the fact that there wasnt a single white guy on their team, we outscored them by 10. Who says white men cant jump? The four hour drive to Saint Louis though wasnt as fun..my legs still dont feel quite back to normal. Also, teammate Ryan Harris referenced Of Mice and Men today, which is great because he normally only references Gucci Mane..anyway i am getting very tired, and I have an accounting test Im supposed to pass tomorrow, so I better get my rest.

Cold as Ice

Another day goes by and that means another day that I am teased by the wonderful smell of Perry Fosters BBQ. I pass this wonderful restaurant everytime I drive home, and somehow I've shown the restraint and self control to not stop by... Im not sure how much longer I can last though. One day Perry Fosters, we will meet....

My previous run of practices played in (which is all of them, if you dont count the time I split my head open) has come to an end. Today I found out I had turf toe, and had to watch on the sidelines as my team suffer through another loonnnngg practice. To make matters worse, I was reminded by how bad cold water feels after I unwillingly plunged my foot into a freezing cold bucket of ice. Somehow nearly freezing your foot off is good for you - the whole time I was sitting on the sideline I was waiting for someone to say "Hey, how ya doing matt?" to which I would reply, "Oh, you know, just chillin' ." It never happened...its the thought that counts.

Anyway it sounds like our volleyball team is playing for a conference title right now, and fellow blogger Dusty Allen (we just call him dust ball) tells me its worth watching... time to go

living vicariously through myself

So I was walking to class the oher day and I had an interesting brainstormin session on what it would be like if I lived in California and auditoined for movies. First of all, the weather would always be good and I would have a nice car, because everyone in California has nice cars..atleast the ones I see on TV. I then decided the three movie scenes that would have to happen if I ever made it big.....

1. I would play the hero in a movie, and at one point I would get so mad that I would stomp on the ground, creating a miniature earth quake. Not a serious one that people died in, just one to let you know that I mean business.

2. Atleast two or three of my movies would have a cameo of Vince Vaughn, and all of them would have a cameo of Will Ferrell.. what can I say, Im a big fan.

3. I would be the latest star in the twilight series, and I would upstage both Edward Cullen and the wolf guy as the character to be. I would have every vampire drinking my coolaid - literally. I would make my own brand of vampire coolaid which would end the need for movies like the vampire's assistant (which I admit I havent seen, but really? John C. Reily as a vampire?)

Anyway, that is all for now. If you ever wondered what I was thinking about as I walked past you without saying hi...now you know

my first post

this is my first official blog post..yay! I feel like I should start by introducing myself: My name is Matt Killen (Matthew C. Killen if you are being technical), i was born and raised in the entertainment hub of the world, known as Kansas. I have two siblings, John , 19, and Georgia, 11. My favorite food is pizza and I want to be an astornaut some day when I grow up...If there is one person I could meet, dead or alive, I would have to go with James Bond, and ten years form now I would want to work in my own management position at a local Wendy's...they have great chicken sandwhiches.

I think that is about it for me, more blogs coming soon......