Smokey the Bear...I mean truck

So you know those sitcom dramas where something happens to the main character so surreal that your like "whoa" he needs to calm down, "it isnt like that stuff hapens in real life anyway"...ha. well it sure happend to me

*wavy lines wavy lines wavy lines*

On a dark dreary night in western Virginia (not to be confused with West Virginia) on a dim lit road...not really haha but something did happend that was quite shocking...my truck caught on fire...yeah I know. Big turn around from what you were expecting right?...yeah I wasnt expecting it either.

So just to clarify these are the series of events leading up to my truck up in flames.....
Average day of music classes for me, so it seemed (bum bum buuum)...yeah il stop that now.
I got to my truck and turned it on, heard a pop, smoke started coming out so logically I called my dad and tried to open the hood to see what the problem was (my dad is a mechanic) but for some reason could not get the hood open.

My dad said he would be on his way, so I took out my phone to take a few quick pics of the smoke to show my dad in case it subsided (it didnt, obviously)
Some lady on the side started yelling at me (i was in the school parking lot) to get away from the green truck that was on fire...i was like "what truck...oh shit MY TRUCK IS GREEN" needless to say my truck was on fire and i cussed out the poor 911 lady, not at her per say, but at my flaming truck (no it wasnt gay)

About an hour and a half later when the police and fire department started leaving after collecting their statement from me and me feeling like a bad episode of law and order after telling a 5 min story to like 10 people....the damage was done...and my truck gone forever. (so it seemed)....actually no it is gone forever

I talked with the fire department captain to find out the source of the fire and he said that there is absolutly no way of telling, could be anything from the carborator to the spark plugs to wires touching each other inappropriatly (do i even have to comment here?) and that i was lucky that i didnt open the hood, cuz if i did then you wouldnt be able to read this blog, and i might be six feet under with no eyebrows...not that its a fashion competition or anything anyway.

Morale of the story...when your vehicle overheats dont cool your engine with lighterfluid because thats the only liquid substance you have in the truck (that didnt really happen btw...yeah im not that dumb)
btw pics will be posted shortly...that is all

Nice Guy

Lets define this term, "Nice Guy" for a moment. 

This is a guy who is self-less, reliable, kind, and (most importantly) the one who always gets the short end of the stick.

I have been this "Nice Guy" for way to long. "oh Matthew my boyfriend is being mean to me come be my friend", "oh Matthew I need some help with my homework", "hey Matthew I need a ride" (this is even funnier cuz recently my truck caught on fire), "hey Matthew, Matthew Matthew"....Screw off.

I am sick and tired of being the side guy who is there for you because you have a shitty boyfriend but when the time comes to choose between him and me....yeah you choose him. Or when I now suddenly need a ride cuz my truck is gone I get no help. Who the hell is helping me with my homework. Screw You.

Here is some advice for you guys out there who think that being nice to a girl will get her on your side, or think that being nice pays off in the end....it doesn't work.

You have to do whatever is best for you in every situation.

For example if you need to finish a project but your "friend" that you have been seriously crushing on calls and asks for someone to talk to for hours about her shitty boyfriend or if she asks for a ride just say "sorry, gotta finish my project"

Bam. There you go. Do whats best for you because in the end, when its all said and done. The only one that will still be around is you. Gotta live with yourself before you can even pretend that moving in with her is a good idea. Be smart. DO WHATS BEST FOR YOU. and tell the jerks in your life to take a cucumber wrapped in sandpaper and shove it where the sun don't shine.

My first ever blog

I'm just going to cut the crap with my imaginary pair of shit shears and say "hey, this is my first blog". I'm not really sure which direction to go with this because I don't even read blogs or any of that. So long average, incompetent, awkward Matthew. Hello not so average, less incompetent, and still awkward Matthew.

Progress is progress, but I digress.

Advice is appreciated.