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Name: Matt
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Metro: Kennesaw
Birthday: 1/29/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Football.....football.....and more football....I enjoy, video games, computer games, and other stuff i can use to take up most of my valuable time. Did i mention that i love football.
Expertise: Tennessee Volunteer Football and other sports of that storied institution of higher learning, master of the Ninja Arts, and basically being the one and only MATT!!!
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  TennesseeTuba68
Yahoo:  GatorHater68
MSN: Tennesseetuba68
Member Since:
7/18/2004
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Well...i'm calling it.....Time of death 1:05 AM...someone might wanna contact the next of kin and tell them that Xanga is dead....crying shame too...in the prime of it's life...
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| Guys, i just wanted to say thanks. All of us have gone on to different
things in the past few years. Beau is going to law school, charlie is
doing the youth pastor thing, will you've got the band and eventually
school going on, and ken you've managed to pull yourself up and i'd say
your one of the main cats at Sonic. We've had our rough patches. I've
treated yall like dirt sometimes and for that i'm truly sorry, but it's
nice that we all are still friends. I just got done watching the
SouthSync video tonight and lemme tell you boys, we've come a long way.
I just want to say for everyone to know, regardless of where our lives
take us in the next 5 to 10 years, I will love yall forever. You guys
are the greatest friends a guy could ask for. Thank you for making my
life that much richer. If i hadn't had all of yall...well..i dunno what
i would have done. We've all grown up, some more than others but we've
grown up. I'll be 23 next month and that makes you start to think. What
am i doing. I shouldnt be this old allready. I just got started....
Ken-Your the reason i started going to Southside in the first place. I
kept going because you were always someone i could talk to. I remember
those fun times we had at the old church and running around the bottom
floor of the old church with the lights off...those days are over but
know this man, if you ever need me...lemme know. i'll be there...jeez.
sounds like a bad theme song. You've always been a loyal friend and
have always been outgoing and willing to help others. Love ya man.
Beau-Odds are you wont see this for another 3 or 4 months but i have to
write it. Dude, your awesome. I know you and i haven't talked much but
i just want to let you know that i miss you. The winds of fate have
blown us in different ways but man, it's great to see you doing the
whole 'dad' thing. Be sure to let us know when the second one is on the
way. Also, for the record everytime i hear the song '#1' by Nelly i
think of you. Heard it this evening and went 'that's beaus song'.
Katie Fiegel:do me a favor and let beau see this sometime before too long...he probably wont for a while but i'd appreciate it.
Will-Me and you have gotten distant in the last few years but man i'll
never be rid of that little crazy puerto rican. I'll never forget the
late night Starcadia i conned my mom into to let us watch. Remember
Sting beating Hogan. We thought that was so cool. I'll always remember
after the Domincan trip you came back with those blue and white beads
in your hair..my mom and dad saw pics and went what was he
thinking?!?!?! It's been a great run man And i truly do appreciate you.
Charlie-Where to begin. Your my best friend...straight fact....you are.
I've always been able to talk to you and completly relate to you.
Although we come from two different households, you'll always be my
brother. I'm getting a bit teary eyed just thinking about it. WHo can
forget the hot band practices and the hot girls that we never could
talk to. To quote bad boys 'We ride together, we die together. Bad boys
for life'. You've always been there when i needed you man. I wish i
could say the same but i know there's been times when i dropped the
ball. I just want to say i love you man. I'll always be here when you
need me. I hope that God blesses you cause if anyone deserves
it....it's Charles Scott Campbell..
This is reading like a really bad yearbook signing. Now i know that
many of you weren't mentioned in this blurb but thank you to you too.
Without all my friends i defnitly would have gone crazy...
Thanks for everything guys...
-Matt Fortson | | |
| So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you’re cool
Opening Credits: Simple Design-Breaking Benjamin
First Day At School: Sleeping Awake-P.O.D.
Falling In Love: Fall to Pieces-Avril Lavigne
Fight Song: Burn Burn-Lost Prophets
Breaking Up: Look Away-Chicago....jeez that fits....
Prom: Can't Get Enough of Your Love-Barry White
Life's OK: St. Patrick's Day-John Mayer
Mental Breakdown: My Name Is-Eminem...LOL
Driving: James Bond Theme....thats just too funny
Flashback: Remember Me-Hoobastank
Getting Back Together: Not Gonna Get Us-Tatu...dont ask why thats on my computer....
Wedding: U+Me=Us (Calculus)- 2gether
Birth of Child: Ode to Summer-Lost Prophets
Final Battle: Cochise-Audioslave....THAT FITS MOST DEFINITLY!!!
Death Scene: Think Twice-Eve 6
Funeral Song: Island in the Sun-Weezer
End Credits: Still Beats Your Name-Killswitch Engage
Well that was interesting...
-matt
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| I used to think that my life was gonna see the love i gave returned to me...
Now, i just dont think so anymore.
Thank you for curing me of this stupid infatuation with love and relationships...
It's not your fault..i completely understand...
It's mine..that was to be expected...Oh well...
and yes folks, i am a bit bummed so keep your wise words of encouragement to yourselves...i can do without them..
-matt
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| Found this on facebook...thought it was cool...
I am Tennessee . . . . .
>I am Tennessee . I am the 30 year
old couple coming back to campus for the first time with both little
ones in tow. One wears her orange and white cheerleader outfit; the
other wears #16 even though he's too young to understand why.
I
am the 50 year old man who hoped no one saw tears in his eyes when the
T was formed by the band. I was too choked even to sing "Rocky Top".
For a moment I felt foolish and then I didn't care. God, I love this
place.
>I am the 60 year old woman meeting her freshman
grand-daughter who is now the 3rd generation of UT students in our
family. Despite my age, I'd strap it on Saturday and hit someone if it
weren't for my gender and this blasted arthritis.
>I am
Tennessee and I have always believed I was different. You can see it
when you look up into the stands. My orange is not the same as
Florida's or Auburn's . But the differences go much deeper than my
colors.
>Read my creed. What other school has one? I
genuinely believe in these things. To be a real Tennessee man or woman
speaks of character, not of geography.
>All are welcome to walk though my gates, not just the wealthy or the elite.
>Georgia
and Alabama may have their nations, but we have always been family.
Make no mistake, we loathe defeat, but even in defeat, we would rather
be a Tennessee Vol than anything else.
>We are family and you
are the sons of Heisman, the sons of Majors and Neyland. You come from
a long line of brothers who names include White, Gault, Wilson,
Manning, Shuler, Nash and Mahelona. It is a great heritage.
So
this Saturday, when the warm ups are over and the prayers and amen
spoken, when you hear my thunder growing in the stands above you, when
you stand in the tunnel and the smoke begins to form, listen for my
voice when you run onto my field. Behind the frenzy of the shakers and
deafening roar, I will tell you something in a whisper you may miss. I
will be telling you that you are my sons and I am proud of you for the
way you wear the orange and white. I am telling you that you are my
sons and I love you.
>Tennessee is so much more than a state
or a school or a team or a degree. It is something that, once you have
experienced it, will live inside of you forever and become a part of
what makes up who you are.
>It is driving into town on a game
day. You may have come from hundreds of miles away and as you get
closer and closer to the city limits, you feel it rising inside of you.
Other cars on the highway proudly display their Orange and White flags
or magnets or car tags, and you honk and wave at them, because, for
that one day, you are all on the same team.
>It is the smell
in the air and the ritualistic act of tailgating...catching up with old
friends, making new ones, and invitations from perfect strangers to try
their ribs or watch their satellite TV showing all of the day's
important match-ups...of course, all being secondary to the one that
will occur in the great cathedral of Neyland Stadium later that day.
>It
is the Vol Walk...where you might just see 300 pound men overcome with
emotion and weeping with pride, because you have come there to cheer
them on. As they walk by, you might exchange a glance with one or two
of them, and you can see it in their eyes...it is going to be their day.
>It
is the students...dressed in their best, because going to a Tennessee
game is like going to church for Tennessee people....you show the same
respect as you would if you were in God's house. Those students remind
you of the days when you were walking in their shoes and Tennessee was
your home...but then you realize, in many ways, it is still and always
will be HOME.
>It is that lump that rises in your throat when the band plays Rocky Top as the "T" is formed.
>It
is walking around on a "foreign" and sometimes hostile campus. You are
easily identified (Tennessee people always are) and the enemy jeers and
shouts things at you to mask their feelings of intimidation. But just
then you happen upon a friend you have never met before. You know they
are your friend by the colors they wear or the shaker in their hand.
You exchange a "Go Vols" and a confident grin, because he/she knows
what you know.
>It is when your heart leaps with every
touchdown, field goal, sack, and interception...because those are our
boys. And win or lose, they will always have our un-dying support.
After all, it is those boys that you are really there for and not a
coach or a logo or a trustee or a president.
>It is the
complete and utter exhilaration of walking away victorious over a
worthy opponent...that feeling of pride and accomplishment as if it
were your own feet that had crossed the goal line scoring the last
points yourself...that feeling of wanting to scream "Go Big Orange" at
the top of your lungs and hug complete strangers...and then there is
the ultimate high of defeating your most hated foes from across the
state.
>No words can describe what this feels like, but you know because you have experienced it.
>It
is the sheer agony of defeat as the last minutes tick off of the clock
and you realize that all hope of a victory is gone. You feel like
crying and maybe you do...then you hear the faint sounds of a cheer
that grows louder and louder...."Its Great To Be A Tennessee Vol."
>It
is knowing that year after year, no matter how things change in our
hectic lives, you can always come back to "the Loveliest Place on the
River"...the place where you came from...your home. It will probably
look a little different and there will be new names on the backs of the
jerseys, but deep down, no matter what, it is still the same. You still
love it as much as you always have, because Tennessee is as much a part
of you as your arms and your legs and the orange blood that runs
through your veins.
>And, finally, it is the feeling you have
right now as you read these lines....the anticipation inside of you,
because you know its almost time....Its about to start all over
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