If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, does it make a sound?

Yeah, we have all heard that one. I vote for yes, because whenever I have been around to see it, the tree always makes a sound. In fact, it makes a lot of sound. Enough sound, as it turns out, that I will run like a gazelle whilst screaming that the end of the world is coming.
Which, by the way, it isn't.
My personal theory on the Mayan calendar is that they didn't actually think that the world was going to end, they just got bored of making calenders, so they ended it just to freak us all out.
Hey, all you idiots that believe it, the joke is on you: courtesy of the Mayans. Good old practical jokes.

On the good side of things, or at least the normal side, it's almost Christmas! And to celebrate, right here, I am going to proceed to write a small poem. Note - it is genuinely my spontaneous poem, so don't expect anything too stunning or brilliant, and forgive my rhythmic or contextual errors.

 The skies light up in glorious wonder,
The star leads wise men to the place,
Where God came down to earth as man,
that for us he'd face the grave.
In a stable Christ was born
in a manger was he laid,
clothed in swaddling rags and garments,
near the people he had made.
As a man, yet fully God,
Christ was born in humble state,
 Shepards bow unto this baby,
on that wondrous, sacred day.
Now with greetings tell the world,
goodwill, salvation we proclaim,
I wish you all a Merry Christmas,
And a happy holiday!

From your friend,

Matt Wolfe

Or, we could talk about the weather...

In fact, why not? I haven't posted anything here in like forever and a half. Weather is a subject of concern, because it affects many things. Including tennis. Yesterday I played tennis in the rain and wind with our gym class. It frankly sucked. Today, however, had much better results, the sun peeking through the clouds a few times.
Weather would be cooler if they switched it up once in a while. Wouldn't it be interesting if it started raining something other than rain? What if one random day, it started raining dog food? Or money? Or Koolaid? Can you imagine?
Me and my ridiculous imagination.
It would still be totally awesome.
Well, I doubt that will ever happen.

Weather drives me crazy sometimes. Like when it snows at night in the first few weeks of winter, but all the snow has melted by mid-afternoon? That's depressing. Or when it rains all break time at school, but as soon as the bell rings, it's the cue for the sun to come out! Annoying.
So, now that you have my personal speculation on weather patterns, I have some news. I'm writing a book. I just finished the first chapter. It's a story in the future, told from a guy who tells about his mission for a cure for a disease that is wiping out humanity.
However, I don't really have a storyline, so I'm just making it up as I go. I'm debating on making a seperate blog in which I will post each chapter on when I finish them. We will see how it goes. Let me know what you think!

Until the next post!

All's well that ends well.

Ok, so it's the worst day ever. You got up in the morning thinking it was Saturday, when it was actually monday. You missed the bus, which got your mom totally ticked off because she was late for some ladies meeting or something because she had to drive you in to school. Your teachers are exasperated with you, because you have so many assignments that you have little time to do your homework.

Shucks.

Sometimes it seems as if life really stinks. Here's a little hint: it does. Get over it. But it is also what you make of it. As long as it turns out ok, really, it is worth the bad moments. Because at the end of that worse day, there's always something that makes it awesome. It's usually something tiny that somebody does. They have no idea, but they make your day, and you should appreciate it. So concentrate on the little things that make your day, not on the big ones that break them!

Behold, my throne!

First off, right here, I will openly admit the fact that I take forever and a half in the shower. The steamy environment is perfect for thought and pondering about questions that don't need to be answered. Our shower is one of those mini showers with a seat in it for old people, which I have recently dubbed as my throne. The shower, previously thought to be only a place of getting clean, is obviously more than that. It is a place of serenity and ultimate wetness. The hot liquid that graciously rains down upon you as you blissfully ignore the pounding on the door of the bathroom is a type of therapy. The only problem is if you have curly hair, which makes shampooing simply a pain in the neck. Trust me, I know. The one thing lacking in most showers is a stereo, to play very relaxing and soothing music as you unwind after a long day. Of course, then your family would relentlessly pound on the door telling you to shut it off, in which case you would check to make sure the door is locked, then crank it so loud that it clears the steam out of the room. Oh, another fun thing about the shower: making faces in the mirror afterwards. Hint - never do this unless you are sure nobody is watching you.

Till the next post!

You can never reach perfect, but you can get close!

You know what's good? Oreos. Dipped in milk. Preferably double-stuffed Oreos. However, although this may seem like the utmost and perfect combination, nothing can be perfect. The Oreo always drops approximately six and a half crumbs into the milk, depending on if you bit it first or not. Hence,(man, I like that word) nothing can be perfect. Oreos and milk is as close to perfect as you can get.
So what's my point? Well, aside from the fact that I am abnormally pointless,I would like to acknowledge and ponder on the fact previously stated on this post's title. Here are a few statements that prove my point.

- No matter how perfectly you sharpen your pencil, it never fails in the event that your tip will break or wear down, forcing you to re-sharpen it.

- Did I hear someone say "use a pen"?
Nay, nay, my friend, although a pen may seem like the perfect alternative, it is not. It will in time, run out of ink.

- No matter how much makeup she puts on, she will never be able to hide that one obstinate zit under her left eye.

- No matter how organized our mail system is, Canada Post never fails to continuously deliver your house's previous occupants mail to your address, although they moved out three years ago.

- No matter how much athletes practice, they still miss the net at least three times a game.

- Slamming that van door shut used to be the perfect way to reduce stress-then they went and invented the electric doors.

- Coffee at the beginning is the perfect morning beverage. Until you get to the last sip, which has all that scum in the bottom of the cup.

- No matter how delicate and perfect the frosting design on a cake is, it still provokes small children to stick their fingers into it and lick them repetitively.

- No matter how long you spend writing an English essay to the utmost perfection, your teacher will always find the one spelling mistake that cost you a 99%.

These are just some of the many thing that have the potential to be perfect, but are not, due to human incapability.

Some things I find ridiculous

If you have ever seen something so bizarre that it made no sense whatsoever, you know what I mean. Ideas, rules, objects, and even people who shouldn't exist. Well, the people should exist, but tell me, for example, what is the point of the ancient greeter lady at Wal-mart or Costco? Why don't they hire an attractive, younger girl or guy that people don't have to avoid when pushing their cart to the van?
The old lady with the blue hair handing out last weeks flyer to your dog isn't helping anybody.
Another thing I find exceptionally ridiculous is advertisements. Particularly the ones on the radio featuring a mattress sale for temperpedic mattresses. From sleep country. Why buy a mattress anywhere else? Because your ad not only frankly stinks, but it is played constantly over and over again, gumming up my song time. The second worst ads are those monotone-voice-no-background-music-lady-with-the-clogged-nose-ads. Usually for a dentist office grand opening or something equally boring.

Last pet peeve.

This is the big one.

Parents. Oh, yeah.

They are my parents, and I still love them and am grudgingly obliged to respect them and do what they want.
However, they are ridiculous. I don't mean totally illogical and inconsiderate, but sometimes they make no sense at all. If I sing songs around the house, my mom freaks out. If I skateboard, she complains it's too noisy. If I do anything, she will come up with a completely invalid excuse why I'm doing it wrong. Even if it's helping her.

Oh, and then there's dad. Get this straight - I'm not knocking him. He's an ok guy, he's by no means my enemy(mostly), and we agree on a lot of subjects.
Ties is not one of them. I hate ties. They feel like a totally useless item of clothing that does not need to be strangling you in church. But NOOO. I have to wear it and tuck my shirt in. The other thing is golf. He golfs. Terribly. I'm not saying I'm any better, because I'm a million times worse, but he has brainwashed himself into thinking he's a pro. In my opinion, which apparently stinks, golf is not a legitimate sport. It is a game. Like bowling. Or curling. Or scrabble. Hockey, soccer, baseball, and volleyball are sports. Golf, however, is a game.
That's my dad. He's a bit quirky, likes control, and has a bigger mouth than I do, but all in all he's alright.
My parents are, as parents go, pretty ridiculous.

Oh well, ya can't beat em' all!
When they finally decide to read my blog, they aren't gonna be happy. My mom will probably freak out. Hit the bomb shelter, we are under attack! My dad will snort and pretend he cares.

Till my next blog, cause this is way too long!

School!

Oh man, it just kicked in. My brain has finally acknowledged that school indeed does exist, and in fact, starts on Tuesday!

Shucks.

No more work, no more hot, lazy days, and no more vacation. Instead, now I am about to embark upon a new school year. Grade 11, driving, and a LOT of homework have now worked themselves into my top priorities list.

Shucks.

Hopefully I don't make as much of a fool of myself as I did last year, although that was fun. I doubt I am going to be able to help it, anyway.
For the record, our class has an addition this year. Heather Vanmanan(if that's how you spell it) is joining! Please welcome her. Oh, another new thing- its grade 11. Now, if ever, is when your grades count the most, so I'm gonna try as hard as possible. Especially in math. I hate(extremely dislike, if you're a purist) math. It is one thing that drives me insane. Writing out three pages of mistakes just to figure out that the answer is "2", and THEN getting it totally wrong is the most useless thing to spend your time on. And then they go and tell you that video games are a waste of time. Sure, but at least they are FUN!

Shucks.

And then there is shop class. You write a report, do extensive research, create a design, figure out what is your weakest and strongest points... The list goes on. Oh, did I mention you were doing this to see who could make the Popsicle stick bridge the strongest? Yep. Useless again. I'm taking a lot of biology this year. I hope that will be fun. Learning that we get to dissect a pig is what made me choose the course. That, and physics looks a lot like math. Lots of English and writing is my kind of thing. Hence the blog. Of course, included with that is shakespeare.

Oh boy.

Anyways, this post is too long already,
So I'm going to call it a time out.
Good night!

Till my next post,

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Dad and me wakeboarding.

I'm the hot guy with the weird expressions in the blue. Dad is the fat guy with the weird expressions in the green... :)

Drivers Education

Well, that makes it sound official, anyways. Yeah, that's right. I'm now a "student" driver. It makes me feel so naive sitting in these stupid classes learning what a stop sign is. Oh well, at least I won't have to learn how to do a mortgage in order to pay for insurance.
Oh, and anybody who goes to a driving school, take Mikes. He's totally intimidating at first, but hilarious. The guy has a tattoo on his forehead, how bad could it be, right? Heh. Wrong. He's just as boring as anybody else. But he has a sense of humor, which I greatly respect and take a huge advantage of. From the laughing at crashes in instructional videos to crossing his eyes when somebody says something so stupid it's exasperating, he's actually not bad.
Still boring, but not bad.

Heh.

Sure makes the MTO people look like retards- never a bad thing.

Till next post!

Me.

An Extra Long Post

Remember when you were a little kid, and you played hockey or soccer with your friends? There was always one or two kids arguing like crazy over some rule that nobody else knew about. These guys were always the leaders in your little gang, usually bigger than the other kids, smarter, more popular. Sometimes it was your friend's older sibling, or a little brat who was cousins with most of the guys, giving him the most say. Whoever it was, they were the boss. Everyone did what they said, and nobody questioned them.
These kind of people drive me crazy. People who shoot when there's no goalie in the net. Or cheat at a game of monopoly. Then they grow up to be millionaires, with no post secondary education, they just get lucky and win the lottery or something ridiculous like that. That isn't fair. The worst part about it is that they also tend to brag about how good they are. Really, they are total losers who got lucky because of who they are or something that made them important by chance, not by earning it.
Its kind of like a dictatorship system.

Okay. That was a useless rant.

Now I Have to back it with something awesome!

Ah, of course. I forgot to tell you all about my vacation! Quite simply, it was enough fun to last me a whole month. Where did I go? Temagemi. Where in the world is that, and how come you have never heard of it? Because it's a miniscule town in northern Ontario. Basically it consists of a bunch of cottages on a glassy-surfaced lake in the middle of nowhere. It rained whem we were up there, but that was ok. We went with the Weilinga and Benjamin families. We caught a huge lack of fish, and the lake water was colder than a slush puppy, but other than that, it was a great vacation.

Oh, and I love orange font.
Hence all that.

Till I blog again!

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Decisions, Decisions.

Life has some tough choices to make, that's for sure. Some people hate making decisions, while others would love to make everyone else's for them.
There are hard things to choose between, and there are things that don't really matter. I think girls take way too much time to decide on things, but love coming to a resolution. For example, us guys will never hear the end of how exhilarating shopping is. The blunt reality becomes evident when we finally agree to go on an expedition through the mall. Girls will take up more time deciding on a green or red T-shirt than I've spent shopping in my life.
Now, if you were looking at buying a vehicle, that would be different. Spending that time on something you are going to wear three times before donating it to a thrift store is simply unnecessary.
I hate those decisions you don't have time or resources to make. Like waiting to decide whether or not the volleyball is going out or not, letting it hit the floor, and concluding too late that you should have hit it. Or deciding between two cookie recipes, then when you are halfway through one, you realize that you should have chose the other one, because you lack a vital required ingredient.

Been there, done that.

Then there are decisions you don't want to make, like when your mom says to you as you are still in bed: "The coffee is getting cold, you lazy bum!" on a weekend morning. Should you get out of bed and enjoy the hot coffee? Or should you get thirty-four more precious minutes of sleep?

Shucks.

Decisions, decisions.

Every Man For Himself.

Do you ever think, that a lot of the time, you care to much about yourself? Or cheer yourself on, completely disregarding others? Maybe it's time to think about the other guy beside you who is looking a bit glum, and give him a high five. You can't expect compassion if you don't give any away. Instead of taking the shot, pass to your teammate and let them score. Instead of telling your friends about your own skills and abilities, try mentioning some other kid who isn't popular or accepted. If you are looking for respect in yourself, you won't find it. Only others will ever be able to give you a satisfaction, based on your attitudes towards them. I'm no expert on this stuff, but I do know that if somebody treats me nice, I want to be nice back! If somebody is continuously mean and rejects me, I don't have a lot of patience for them. It is a simple circle, but it's how we were created. What about God? We think about ourselves, but how do you think he feels? He clothes and feeds us, and chances are if you can read this, he has put you into one of the more wealthy families on the planet! How do you treat him back? I know I sure don't give him very much respect. I have no one to blame but myself and my sinful nature for that. So next time you think you are being treated unfairly, think about the fact that every man is for himself, and try to change that rule by thinking about others first.

I didn't mean to preach a sermon, and I'm the last person you want to listen to. I'm just making a statement, because I know I think to much about me. I hope I provoked some intense thinking though. I don't know, maybe I think too much, anyways.

Till we meet again! (or my next post)

Yours truly, Matt Wolfe.

P.S.-;)wink;) for added effect.

Great Pix...

Sorry these made me laugh ... Out loud.

I've been thinking...

What have you thought about? What would you say if someone asked you that? What do you ponder the most? Do you concentrate on issues that need resolving? Or do you walk through old memories? Are you a logical thinker who has practical debates with yourself? Or are you a random daydreamer who doesn't care enough to be realistic? We all think, some more or less than others. I wonder if animals think about things. Maybe animals like dogs or any relatively intelligent animal. Thinking is good, the more you think when solving a problem, the less possibility of something going wrong. Of course, over thinking is a waste of time.

As the famous author that we all know, Dr. Seuss, once said: "Oh, the thinks you can think, if only you try!"

Heh, he's great.

I'll bet he does a LOT of thinking. In fact, Dr. Seuss is a good thinker. Einstein would never have matched his random subtle rhymes and creativity.

Wow, this post has been very random and pointless, but I THINK it was still fun. If you THINK it's dumb, that's ok! I THINK that what you THINK doesn't count! See how much THINKing I put into it? :)

Till next time- cheerio!

Beyond Awesome

If you know me, you know I say "awesome" a LOT. But what is awesome? Is awesomeness measurable? Is it a feeling? Is it what you think of someone, or what they think of you? To me, awesomeness is a thing beyond human comprehension. Its something that is undefinable.
However- here are some things that truly mean awesome to me.

Awesomeness is:

- The feeling you get when you have a fish on your line after hours of waiting.

- The puff of snow flying over your windshield as you snowmobile through deep drifts.

- The lights of a city, just begging you to skateboard through it.

- The stars in the sky on the clearest night of the summer.

- The THUMP of that giant subwoofer in the back of your crazy uncle's vehicle.

- The epic splat of a water balloon.

- The shower, after a long day of working.

- That feeling you get when you first get on the ice for a game of hockey.

- The wink smiley - ;)

- Beating the computer at a game of chess.

- When a song comes on the radio that you and your friends all know, so you sing along.

- Hitting that stupid fly with the flyswatter on your first try.

- Convertible red sports cars - windy ones.

- Snowboarding. Skateboarding. Wakeboarding. Anything boarding.

- The happy-go-lucky attitude of Kung fu panda.

- The colors flowing from the song "Paradise" by Coldplay.

- The humor bumper sticker rack in Canadian Tire.


That's just a few. Are you getting what I mean? Awesomeness. Pure awesomeness.

Employment Awesomeness.

Hey there, critically interested blog reader. Bored of all my lame posts and random thoughts? Too bad, there's more where that came from. So, what is the point of this post? Other than a waste of google's precious hard drive, it is slightly important. I got a new job! No more greenhouse crap this summer! How did this miraculous event take place? Well, my neighbor owns a welding shop, and a few days ago offered me a job working there. I bet you can guess my obvious answer. So for the week I've been grinding, cleaning, and lifting metal chunks here, there, and everywhere. It's lunchtime, so I'm frantically typing this out on my iPod so I can finish it before break is over. I'm such an idiot. Anyways, gotta roll!
If anyone actually reads this could you please +1 or like it? I need a bigger audience. :) I feel like I'm writing to nobody.

A Jonkman That I Know Of

This one's for Chantel. If you know Chantel, you know she is one of the sweetest, kindest, and generally awesomest people on the planet. However, there is a slight problem. She is sick. She was in the hospital for a while, and is now at home. I'm hoping you get better soon, and hope to see you soon! Hang in there, Chantel! You are in everyone's thoughts and prayers.

Feeling like a farmer.

So for the past couple days I have been "haying" with the Naves at the Vis farm. Not being a farmer, I'm skinny and not really talented at working on the farm. However, Amanda has trained me on how to do the hay bales, throwing them on the elevator and stuff like that. So now I feel pretty hardcore. At first I thought it was going to be super hard work- turns out its not as bad as I thought it would be. It's been pretty hot out though. For all the farm boys out there, I give you credit. You work like dogs. However I'm no country boy. I'm a skater.

For the record, Amanda is probably the toughest girl I know. The way she works that farm is pretty neat. Makes me look like a child. Kevin's pretty fast too, bounding with enough energy to power Toronto for six and a half years.

New Blacktop

Look at that gorgeous pavement! We just got our driveway done. It's gonna be epic for hockey, basketball, and SKATEBOARDING!!

Happy Canada Day!!!

This was last night at the Hannafords. Our Yps went there after church. Mr. H. set off a few firecrackers and whatnot. There were only a couple pictures that I actually GOT the fireworks in- oh well. Blame it on the iPod camera. Rode with Wessel and Jannet Koonstra on the way there. I don't know how THEY fit into that car- I'm lucky I'm short. Anyways, it was an epic night. Hoping you had a great Canada day!

"Can't be tamed"

This was on the gps unit in the truck. It's the rebellious street. "can't be named"

New and improving. Ish.

OOOOk. Now that it is summer, I think it might be time to do some more blogging, seeing as this has been toootally useless sofar. I'm getting better at skateboarding. I landed a "switch varial" at school a little while ago. Dont know what that is? Probably dont care, either? Well, look it up. Austin was proud of me.
Gotta go. ;)