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Name: Matt
Location: Huntsville, Texas
Birthday: 12/18/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: I can be interested in about anything or anyone as long as they are worth looking at/talking to. Playing with my dog Princess (rat terrier), and talking to people is something I do a lot of. Come by Hastings you'll see me BSing with the customers and/or employees and I'll be happy to BS with you too! :-)
Expertise: Music, Movies, Gaming, Computers, Star Wars
Occupation: Student
Industry: Retail
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Yahoo:  jmw_1981
Yahoo:  stdjmw34
ICQ:  14567901
AIM:  bigdaddyhville
Yahoo:  chewbacca_16_81
Member Since:
3/9/2005
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| OK. If y'all are students and you haven't signed the petition (yes it does matter, Southwest Texas State didn't take it serious enough) then go to the SGA (Student Gov't Association) office in LSC 3rd floor and sign the petition damn it!
Sam Houston actually means something (dude who helped make Texas what it is today). Southwest Texas is just a damn location, like if we were called MidEast Texas State University, that'd be different. But SHSU not TSU-SH or TSU-Huntsville or whatever. | | |
| Ok. If anyone gets offended by what I'm about to say, kiss my ass.
Immigrants
may not belong here, but they work for less than a stuck-up white
person! And you know what the f'n problem is with that? The one's
pissed off about it are the ones who have been paying their paychecks
for decades! WTF! What would you do? I say we give them New Mexico.
Hell, give them a flag and they can just stay there...kinda like the
india....i mean Native Americans. Mexicans can't organize. Did you see
their "parade" or protest or whatever??? It was a f'n party. No real
protest. No press conference or speakers. Where's MLK when you need
him??? Oh yeah, the white folks killed him too. I really should paint
myself orange so I ain't white anymore because some of you dumb white
assholes don't know just how much you don't mean to this country. Start
thinking of someone other than yourself and maybe something REAL will
be accomplished in this country. I hate those IPOD college students. I
hate those sports-car blondes that wait in the parking lot running
their engine for 10 minutes for a parking spot when my fat ass parks
where the open spots are and actually walks, passing this bitch as she
still waits speaking to her mom on her cell phone for gas money or
whatever. What happened to the people who used to f'n THINK.
I
tell you what, look at everyone who I enfluenced and think about what
happened to them after I no longer talked to them for whatever reason.
Fanchen (first girlfriend)? Dated an abusive guy, got pregnant by him
at 17 and married him (while still cheating). Now divorced and tried to
hook back up with me a couple years ago. My next girlfriend (you know
who you are) got used by my then best friend and we lost contact until
recently. Brandie and I dated in 2000-01 but she went to ETBU in
Marshall, TX, and we broke it off. Then she dates a guy named Todd
(worse name ever) who cheated on her and lied all over her (which
ruined my easy opportunity to get back with her). She came home due to
finances but really couldn't live without me (haha). Seriously, my best
friend through all of school got into drugs and stupidity and we lost
contact. The list goes on. Think of it. Every one of you have affected
me somehow, and I remember that. Whether it's Brandie or Jennifer or
Misty or whoever, all levels, I would drop everything if you needed
someone's assistance. Just call 936-661-5520 and Matt is there.
You
find a man better than me and I'll tell you that you just don't know me
that well then. I am the best man out there...friend or otherwise. | | |
| | You Are a Cadbury Creme Egg |  You're the type that stole little brother's easter basket so that you could have MORE CANDY! |
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| From here on out, I no longer give a shit. My life will be what it will be, and if I piss people off along the way, too bad. I am going to do things the way I want to. I'm tired of this Mr. Nice-Guy bullshit that gets me nowhere in life. I haven't seen a damn thing except a few great friends come out of this. And not that they don't mean alot to me, but I am in a rut. I've been at Hastings over a year now, I still get $5.60/hour, and the only "bonus" will be a goddamned mug. Oh, and a lil' 1 year pin. One of the few times I've missed Blockbuster. I'm going through a mental change. An outlook change. I don't know where I'm headed, I don't know how I'll get there, and for once in my life I don't give a damn. | | |
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