Post by matty olson on Jun 10, 2011 6:07:12 GMT -5
matthew "matty" bryson olson , twenty one , student .
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name: matthew bryson olson. it's a mouthful, i know. most just call me matty and disregard my middle name entirely.
age:
occupation[/color] student majoring in art and music composition at the new york institute of art.
marital status: [/color] single.
children: [/color] absolutely not. way too fucking young for that. [/left]
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what are your five most notable events in time ?
[/color][/right]birth: so i'm inureto, and i'm ready to get out. unfortunately i had to share the womb with my twin sister, maggie, and it was really just too cramped. we came early, which isn't unusual for twins and this was mostly my fault, because i wasn't the most healthy kid. i was born at 5:44AM by cesarean section at 32 weeks and 3.4lbs. this is super disgusting, but basically i was born with one of my kidney's growing outside my body, and this somehow escaped the doctors view because my sister was basically always blocking my view. essentially, it was damaged during my birth and later removed, apparently i'm a miracle of modern medicine!
age ten: i started playing guitar. and seriously, thank god i did because if i didn't, i'd probably not have any friends what so ever. i spent a lot of time being sick as a kid, so i was never able to do sports or rough around or basically do anything fun. early childhood sucked, late childhood was even worse, but it gave me a hobby and some time to discover whatever a ten year old needs to about their selves.
age fourteen: this is where shit gets kind of heavy. one day i just woke up feeling really shitty and having to go to the bathroom. so spend a good fifteen minutes trying to take a piss, and when it actually happens it's all blood and disgusting and i basically pass out. i wake up in the hospital two days later with stage two kidney failure. i tough it out for over three years of feeling like shit and going through dialysis, which was honestly just fucking ridiculous. it was virtually impossible to find a donor compatible with my genetics other than my sister, and i just didn't want to go down that path. it was neither her responsibility nor purpose to give me one of her vital organs, but she was persistent and eventually talked me into it. just after our eighteenth birthday, she gave me one of her kidneys, and i still feel guilt about it. i would have never forgave myself if anything would have gone wrong.
age nineteen : i finally graduate high school and attend college. i was homeschooled through most of high school but most of the time i was too tired/sick to do any of the work, but i really found my niche at school. everyone knew me, but no one knew me as an artist and it was sort of interesting to give people a fresh perspective. i also made a lot of friends, good friends- which was something i didn't really have before, just a lot of passive acquaintances. this was also when i had my first serious girlfriend, heather. she was very sweet and the perfect little thing, until she cheated me and i broke up with her in a song that i presented to our entire class, and got an A. bitch.
age twenty-one: i've arrived, life is my fucking pie and i'm ready to eat the bitch up. just kidding, shit's still just as normal as ever. i still don't get along with my dad, i still don't like any music thats been produced in the last ten years, and i still can't stand reality television. nothing's changed.
[/i][/blockquote][/blockquote]what are three words you'd use to describe yourself?
sociable: i hate being alone, which makes a lot of sense considering i haven't had a second of peace since i arrived on this freaking planet. not even in the womb did i get the luxury of privacy, and it's probably all for the better. i've spent my life in the spotlight, and i basically only had two choices. learn to love it, or despise it, and no one wants to be miserable all the time except for maybe my sister. irreguardless, i love going out and being around people. i'm never home at night, whether i'm at a suffocating charity gala or a downtown music festival. if there's something big going on, i'm going to be there and everyone is going to know my name when i walk in.
forgiving: i absolutely can not hold a grudge. for as many people that have done me dirt in my life, i've probably only eliminated two or three people because of it. i really just think people make mistakes, and i can see a lot of reasons why they make the mistakes that they do. everyone has a story, no one's perfect and all that cliche bullshit everyone says but ignores. i basically just choose to kill them with kindness and rise above all the drama.
creative: i've always been a little freak, but i do have some amount of creative genius in me despite the fact that everyone around me seems to ignore it. my mom had me in piano lessons from the time i was old enough to walk, and i taught myself to play guitar when i was ten. around the same time i started messing around with drawing. a few shitty sketches, nothing special but eventually i became pretty good. i thought my father was going to punch me when i told him i wanted to go to the new york institute instead of columbia business, but i'm pretty sure he's coped by disregarding it entirely. it's cool though, i'm not looking for any sort of recognotion or fame. art makes me happy, if nothing comes from it, then it just is what it is.
[/i][/blockquote][/blockquote]what are three things we'd never guess about you?
one: i have synesthesia. this sounds totally ridiculous and trippy, but it basically means i experience senses differently than the average person. it's mostly with music. i can hear it, but i can see it too. it's really hard to describe, but i can see it in my head in colors and i can taste sight, it's all really ridiculous but also incredibly cool. probably the reason why i have such a thing for music and art.
two: i was a virgin until i was twenty years old. now, this might not see that surprising but for those that know me, it's pretty fucking incredible. i really have no excuse for why it didn't happen sooner, other than the fact being i didn't have the opportunity or even the physical ability because i was always so drugged up, but yeah. sex is pretty much the best thing ever and i'm definitely making up for lost time.
three: when i was like, nine my uncle sort of molested me. granted i don't have boobs or anything like that but he put his hand up the back of my shirt and gave me a stroke while i was sitting on his lap, and i've never looked at him the same way again. i wonder if it created some weird emotional complex, because that shit's fucked up.
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