Ever have one of those days when you crave McDonalds French Fries or just McDonalds food in general? Despite McDonalds being unhealthy, not all that tasty, and one third of the Coke/Disney/McDonalds Evil Empire, every so often I crave some ghetto fabulous McDonalds. MMMM...HMMM!!!

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I have a love-hate relationship with classes where I don't have to work very hard to do well. I love not having to put in the effort to learn new things, but sometimes I wish the class was a little more engaging. No worries though. All these requisite classes that are easy are just a warm up until I get to my Creative Writing Classes where I'll have to start thinking again.

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It's another nice day outside today! Being around all this nice weather has kind of got me thinking that maybe after college, I'll spend a few years working in a state or national park somewhere. Who knows? It probably wouldn't be as nice as I'm thinking, but it would be a chance for me to make a little money while enjoying the nice outside weather. It'd be better than a desk job anyways! Maybe I'll get a little log cabin in Montana. I'll cover myself in Peanut Butter and send bombs to prominent CEO's and CFO's, while scribbling manifestos on soiled Kentucky Fried Chicken napkins. But I'll make sure and have an accomplice so that I won't be seen as a Unabomber copycat. They'll call us the Duobomber and we'll wreak havoc on the CEO's of Starbucks and Ben and Jerry's for making delicious coffee and ice cream products. Is that the FBI at my door? Damn you John Ashcroft and your counter-terrorism blogg police.

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I read an article earlier about an older man who was recently diagnosed with a brain tumor, that decided to jump out of a bi-plane on his 88th birthday. Instead of suffering through the remaining few years of his life, he thought he'd go out in a blaze of glory.

Can't say I blame the guy, but his landing sounded pretty horrific to those who saw it.

taken from CNN.com:

The man landed on an apartment patio, horrifying those who witnessed it.

"I saw him hit the power lines, heard trees breaking. I really thought it wasn't real," Cynthia Lankford said.

I don't know about you, but if I made the decision to jump out of an airplane to end my life, I'd do it as far away from residential areas as possible. And you had better believe that I'd try to aim my body as far away from power lines, trees, and apartment patios as human possible. It's one thing to just hit the ground, because you're guaranteed a quick death. But if you hit enough debris, your fall might be broken just enough that you wouldn't die and would end up right back in the hospital. Which is where he didn't want to end up in the first place.

I feel somewhat guilty for mildly poking fun at someone who ended his life by jumping out of an airplane, but I guess it all has to be taken in context. He was a terminally ill older man, who lived a long and enjoyable life, and took his life doing something that he loved. It's EXTREMELY rare for me to think this, I sometimes respect people who take their fate into their own hands. If you've lived a long and happy life, and you're going to spend the last few years of your life in some hospital bed somewhere...why not? But don't you worry, if 95 year old Matt finds himself with some lump in my brain, I won't be jumping out of any airplanes. (Yes, I just used the first and third person in reference to myself in the exact same sentence) If I was terminally ill, and had lived a long, long life, I'd probably just go to some state park and start walking. And hopefully when I'm found, I'd have a huge smile on my rotting, and half-eaten by wolves, corpse.

Sorry...didn't mean to get all Jack London on you all of a sudden. ;-)

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