I'm Back

Hello anybody reading this. I'm back Ya. That's about it. No, not really. See, I've been quite busy lately. See, I'm trying to film stuff. Stuff specifically referring to a series I call The Jackson Match Mysteries, which follows a detective who, on episode two, found out that a fridge he arrested was actually a portal to the other dimensions. And he also gets teleportation and time powers, which are semi-controllable and reliable, from his lungs being exposed to radiation in the first dimension he enters (other than his home dimension). It is hard to film, due to horrible editing software, a bad camera man, and the fact that with my editing software, making a short film out of videos is very hard, even when it shouldn't be. But by the end of the summer, I should be great at it. Who knows, maybe I will start breaking the fourth wall.

A Horribly Un-Funny Laughing Matter

I'm going to start by explaining why my problem is a problem, by telling you about a time earlier in my still ongoing childhood. Back when I was training in marshal arts. I was at the young age where you tend to get tickled, and that meant nothing good for me. See, in my family, laughter is rare, and the only laugh we can laugh when we laugh is spontaneous and painful. The spontaneous laughter has a similar effect to grabbing a cat by the scruff of the neck. But in that scenario, the cat has a lot more control, and isn't in pain. So it is more like a taser. When I laugh, I can't stop, and I slump over, trying to keep breathing, unable to get up or move around much, my lungs, ribs, heart, and stomach being painfully battered. Same goes with my mom. Now, luckily for us, we don't laugh at much very often. But tickling, as you can imagine, is the bane of my family, because it forces us to laugh. And back at that training facility, my instructor, nor my mother, knew that I hated being tickled. Why? It is very hard to speak or retaliate in any way while your lungs are destroying themselves. Thankfully, I finally managed to solve that specific problem. But the problem, if not specifically tickling, is back. Because of a funny video I made of my cat. I originally recorded the video to reward my class for doing their work, but before I went to school the next day, I showed the video to my mom, to ask what she thought. Unexpectedly, she started laughing. And in my family, when one person starts laughing, so does everybody else. And that is what happened. Instantly, we were again exposed to our bane. And since then, my mother has played the video a few more times, each time putting the entire family out of order for a good amount of time. And one thing that makes this particularly bad is the fact that my mom has had stomach surgery relatively recently, and this is doing nothing good for her.

Killinton and Dragon's Edge In Use

KillinTon & Dragon's Edge, Duel Wielding Overkill

After spending a few hours at the duct tape forge, I concocted two new weapons. A two-shot shotgun, called Loch-Down, and an overkill hammer, called KillinTon. KillinTon, like Dragon's Edge, is overly large and unreasonably unwieldy. Which puts under that categorization of "OP and Overkill/Insta Kill Video Game Weapons". Here is a gif of me using both in a combat-like scenario. Wait, nevermind, it's being stupid again and not letting me post the gif.

Interesting Observations

I just got back from P.E. In PE we are currently doing track and field. But more specifically, today we did javelin throwing. Not surprisingly, a decent amount of students were messing around, displaying quite the inappropriate and imbecilic behavior. I do not see what about it is so funny to them. But other than that, there was one student who noticed my review of the school, on the school website. Interesting. I do not see why that student was looking at school reviews in the first place. Also, he knew it was me. And my profile picture was taken before I transitioned to my shorter hair and summer hat. And today is hat day. So that might mean that the student must have, out of curiosity, been trying to find out more about me. By listening in on my conversations with teachers and seeing where I go, as well as, perhaps, searching online. Students tend to do that, in this context, instead of simply asking some teachers. For some odd reason they see that as better than the simple and best option. Based on that, I am guessing that they have been listening to different rumors, and actually believes them to some extent. The distance that students put between themselves and obvious answers sometimes is kind of amusing to me. And it would be more amusing if it wasn't one of the things I am trying to eradicate.

Everything Is Connected

Everything in the universe is connected. One man has seen about 500 people in his life, and each of those people have met 500 more, and so on and so forth. Each person uses and has used many different tools and devices, which have been used and made by different people in the past. And those people know other people and use other objects that were made and used by other people. And all these people breathe air. Including astronauts who were in a rocket ship that went to the moon. And they were connected to a rocket ship which connected with the space around earth, and the moon. And the moon is connected to the space around it. And all space is connected, and space connects to everything in the entire universe. I am going to try to teach this to 6th graders, so wish me luck.

Nobody Expects Me In A Hoodie!

Yesterday, I got a haircut, which is a lot better, and very different, from my last haircut. And when talking about my last haircut, I am using the term "haircut" loosely. Very loosely. Anyways, I had an idea. I thought to myself 'tomorrow, I am going to dress entirely differently, take my glasses and gloves off, and see how long I can go before my teachers know it is me!'. And so far, it has worked decently. This morning, I put on a hoodie, because nobody expects to see me in a hoodie. Then I walked down the hallway, blending in remarkably well. Then I got to The Room and sat down. Luckily, nobody was there except for one of my students. I set up my laptop at my desk, took my hood off, and set down at one of the student desks. After waiting for a while, I heard one of The Room's teachers outside. I rested my face on my arms, which were on the table, and he walked in. I think he gave me a sideways glance, but he didn't say anything. Then, about five minutes later, he asked who I was. So I stood up straight, quickly putting my glasses and gloves on, and said "Undercover agent Matthew. C, reporting for duty! I was wondering how long it would take you." and he told me he thought I was a new student, and that I was asleep, and he didn't want to wake me yet. Anyways, a few seconds later, a substitute teacher walked in. The last time she had seen me, I was wearing a trench coat, fedora, and my previous hair"cut". And the funny thing is, she instantly knew it was me. Perhaps it was because I had my gloves and glasses on. But still. It was quite unexpected.

Darnit!! Off Campus?!

So right after PE, I checked in with my team, and I was told that the principle would see me at around 1:00. So I was told to go to class and wait until one of them came in and let me know that the principle was ready. So I sat in class, preparing my meeting, until 1:30. Nobody had come, and if I didn't go then, I would probably only have about 20 minutes to speak with her, since 2:00 is when I teach the 6th grade Civethics class. So I walk down the hallway and run into the teacher who was going to let me know when the principle was ready. Apparently, the principle was expecting me, but he couldn't tell me because he was needed at a math class. So I went to the office to speak to the principle. And apparently, she was off campus. So I waited 24 minutes, and then came back to my office, and then I started to write this. And that is the very disappointing and quite frustrating story of a missed meeting. Now in five minutes I have to teach my class, and because I had planned on the principle observing how a Civethics class went, I am probably going to just take them outside, let them vote on a game, and then let them play that game. I will let them enjoy their Friday. Welp, it's 2:00 now. I guess I am just going to wait for the rest of my class to show up.

A Cake And A Plan

I am going to need a cake and a plan by tomorrow. See, tomorrow is Friday, and I promised to bring cake for the teachers on Friday. Friday is also the day when I have my meeting with the vice principle about Project Civethics. So tonight, I am going to enter the Contemplanetarium, turn on the blue light, and think, plan, and contemplate what exactly I will talk about. The Contemplanetarium is the name I came up with for the room I am working on. Speaking of which, it's paint job is not coming along very well. I need to stop at the bakery and the paint store later today.

Half Work And Half Play Makes For An Efficient Day

Each day of my life is usually divided into two halves. The first half of the day is almost entirely business/schoolwork, with a little bit of free time. The second half of my day is almost entirely free time, with a little bit of work. It is very efficient. And it is proof that, at the end of the day, I am still just a kid. Specifically at the end of the day. On weekends, it is often reversed, or more mixed.

Great Song, Poetry, And Business

Faidherbe Square is the name of a song by ProleteR that I really love. It is perfect background music to anything and everything including games and other activities, and just thinking. It is the kind of song that can't get boring, and that you can't seem to remember the rhythm to. I will have it on for hours on end, everyday, and neither get bored of it nor remember it. I love songs like this. You should definitely go check it out. Also, here is a bit of poetry I did. "In sleep, you view the world through closed eyes, and see more than you did before. You lend your mind your memories and let is show you things you missed, if nonexistent, and let you see other sides and possibilities. When you view the world through closed eyes, you learn more not just about the world, but yourself, as you look deep within yourself and see parts of you that even you didn't know were there.", by Matthew. C. Like it? Anyways, I am sorry I haven't been blogging much recently. I have been quite busy. I need to keep working on Project Civethics (which will soon have a website), add more and more to my Tigerian Lore & Chronicles, and spend lots of time reading, writing, and thinking about life. And there you have it. Oh, and my posts may get even less frequent soon. See, I need to create a curriculum for it. And I need to talk to the principle about it. And while it is a bit sad that I won't get to blog as much, just know that it is because I am working hard to make a difference. And remember to check my blog occasionally for new posts.