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Matt is sleep deprived. Matt is very fond of his sleep.

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I have not slept in two days, there is no real pretty way to say that. Insomnia is a seasonal thing for me but this is rarely this bad. Feeling this tired is odd to say the least, it's like an odd sense of euphoria that I can't explain for the life of me. I am sitting in my office plugging away sending promotional packages and I realized that I spent the better part of the morning basing my emails to the sender list from yesterday. This is very bad for two reasons; one being government program organizers hate companies who spam promotions and two it makes me look like a dolt to my boss. Thank god he is crazy understanding and told me to call the recipients and apologize for the mix-up. Ahhh jeez, enough of the complaining it is making me more tired. In lighter news I have finally have the time to play video games again and sink my teeth into Mass Effect 3 and god it is SUCH A GOOD FLIPPIN' GAME *cries*.

So yeah, I think my brain has run out of things to type. Which is most likely a good thing.

A bientot mon ami.

In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.



I finally got a chance to go back to my roots this weekend and take a drive up to see my Grandpop for the first time since I got back from banff, my god I didn't realize how much I missed him. I really wish I lived much closer to the farm and could see him more often but that just isn't in the cards. This man amazes me every time I see him, ever since my Grandma died 5 years ago he just hasn't been the same guy as I remembered when I was a kid. The thing that gets me most is how he can still be the person everyone needs him to be even in light of his loneliness. I mean, he lost the love of his life, 55 years they never spent a day apart from another and just like that, she's gone. Just thinking about it overwhelms me and I haven't event even really been in actual love with anyone yet, that sort of pain is unimaginable to me and still he pushes on. Every morning he will go feed and water the cattle, do any maintenance around the farm that needs doing, takes his border collie Chase for a walk, auctions every saturday (that was his and her favorite thing to do) and church every sunday. It seems that every time we meet he has some profound piece of advice for me and I only get it when we have said our goodbyes and I'm headed back to Ottawa. For a simple, honest, farmer who has not seen much more then his little corner of the world he has a grasp on life's meaning like few people I have met to date and it floors me. Words cannot express how proud I am to be this man's Grandson.

On a different note Southern Ontario has been getting the most unseasonable weather for the past week and I couldn't be happier. Being able to be in the backyard barefoot in the middle of march is amazing smile I MADE IT THROUGH ANOTHER WINTER!

This song emulates my life so friggin' good right now smile

I climbed the tree to see the world.

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Upon my usual mid-day procrastination I decided to browse Martin Lawrence's landscape portfolio ( http://www.martinlawrencephotography.com/ credit to the amazing mirror effect above) I came to the realisation of two things:

1) I am becoming stifled as a person living this punch in, punch out life that everyone seems to have come accustomed to and deems necessary to be among the "valued members of society". Who was the person at the front of the line when they said, "Hey! Who would like to do the exact same task everyday until you either, break down from denying all your dreams and hopes or reach the accepted age of retirement and start living your life from there?" The thing that worries me most is the fact that I am becoming accustomed to to it. I dont want that one bit.

2) I need to travel more. My curiosity drove me to look up the square milage of this earth, out of 148,326,000 km2 of land I have only managed to see a measly 9,984,670 km2 (give or take, I have not delved much into the Arctic parts of Canada). Now I will not let this sadden me but in order to stay true to myself I need to run amuck on this amazing planet we have. So I made a promise to myself, yes I will save for my studies but I will also start a fund for my travels. A wise person once told me that a happy life is a balanced life.

Now with the epiphanies out of the way, lets talk about what is making me a happy person right now. Spring has finally arrived bigsmile The birds are flocking back with a vengeance (getting great shots of them by the way), rivers are thawing and running beautifully making for some very nice noise to drift asleep to and most of all, WARM WEATHER! This weekend is supposed to be +15c so that calls for flip flops, cargo shorts and tee shirts. Just in time for all the St. Patty's day debaucheries me and my buddies have in store (against my better judgement, my lineage is begging for some shenanigans and given the week that has passed, I am willing to indulge).

So here is a happy/thoughtful song to kick off the weekend:



It's nothing but dinners on the patio and Bocce parties in the backyard from here!

*tap tap* Is this thing on?

Well I think it is obligatory for a bloggers first post to introduce them self and paint a small canvas as to the person you are, so here I go! My name is Matt (the Spanish call me Mateo, my friends call me Matty), I am 20 years young, an amateur beard enthusiast, I'm from the capitol of Canada, currently saving my pennies to take psychology someday, I like to take pictures, doodle, drink coffee, travel whenever possible, talk to strangers so they are not such anymore, listen to others but express my opinions when I feel necessary, have music playing at all times and a sit down with a good book every night if possible.
I hope to meet some likeminded people on here and talk about the world and whatnot. If you are just stopping by, feel free to leave a comment and strike up a conversation if you wish, I assure you I dont bite.

'Till next time friends,
Keep your stick on the ice.