houston, we're having problems with matt

I have been a very busy boy as of lately. Posting has become extinct this past week. I just didn't want to share my experiences. Others might get jealous.

This past week I found out that I'll be working in Mission Control. I have never ever been more shocked in my life. "Houston, Matt is screwing something up."

I talked to The Girl for almost an hour. She probably misses me so much.

I'm going to be a model! Maybe. Doubtful. At the mall the other day some girl (very pretty girl) stopped me and my roommate and asked if we would try out for some model agency. I swiftly said no. He on the other hand is a sucker for any pretty girl. "You'll never see her again." So as a result of him being a push over I ended up taking a model shot picture. I'm number 82, don't vote for me. It was another government id photo shoot. No smile.

For Burd's birthday I bought him some space ice cream from the gift shop. He giggled like a little school boy.

Sunday I was a painter instead of a sunday schooler. Hope mom doesn't read this. The desk, dvd shelf, and small table all were painted black. The random colors had to go.

Travel plans are set in stone. I fly out on 9-11. If anyone blinks on my flight I will kick their butt.

Still no news from suspenders. I think he heard of the blog and is staying away from me.

Michael Scott: Oh God a minivan. What is Merideth's problem!?
Jim: Well I think she has a kid.
Michael Scott: Yeah, she has one kid, no husband...she's not going to find one driving this thing around.
-The Office

In 1900 what was the average age at death in the US?

Last entry's answer was Switzerland.