I got back tonight from Model United Nations at St. Thomas University in New Brunswick. It was surprisingly fun. Craig St. Jean and I were two of the coolest kids there. From acting elitist about "the scene" to refering to things as "deck" to doing the hockey boy snap and picking fights we would back out of or be killed, we ruled the UN ( Read more... )

dear lj friends,

are you really my friends? or am i just here to make your list of friends on your user page look big and popular?

dear lovers,

is it a waste? wait i already know the answer to that - yes.

yours,
Matt

{break it. break it. THE BREAK UP CREW. motherfuckers}

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE
YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ITS ABOUT!
- xbreak it upx +

dear lj friends list,

i miss you.

1000 thousand bleeding hearts crying your name,
Matt

EVERYTHING WILL BE OK

Earlier I arrived home last night. I spent the weekend in Saint John NB and got to hangout with Faith and Dank (The Tank) inbetween rugby games at rugbyfest. It's Monday morning, and I'm taking the day off . I'm exhausted. So far there have been four visitors (Aliant Phone Service, Screen Door Guy, etc etc) that have ( Read more... )

im leaving for saint john, nb for rugby tomorrow morning.
it will be a blast. dan + faith + matt = Kiss + Break Up + Sex Me Up Crew
Watch [the fuck] Out
in the mean time.
i hope you die this weekend,so i will have something to be thankful for when i get back.
you know that isnt directed at you, hun.
candace gregory we are hanging like motherfuckers ( Read more... )

SEX SQUAD REPRESENT!

1. studded belt - 2 points: 2 ( Read more... )

It's not life. This IS NOT life. There's a difference between (just) surviving and (actually) "living", (and) this isn't (the defintion of) living. I'll show you how to live.
93,800 HOURSbyTHE ASSISTANT ( ! ) ( ! ) ( ! )

Dear Friends List,

Tell me. If we were to look into each others eyes, and forget all that we were. and passionatly kiss, lips locked until the screams of bistanders seperated us, tell me. what would that do to our relationship. {honestly}

x to the o
matt

COMMENT THAT SHIT (or be forever forgotten)

i found this sweet old record player in my garage. it belongs to my mom, but it is now mine. i dusted it off and everything and got all the bugs out and turned it on and the motor still works. the needle for the arm is just missing and some other shit is messed up, so im going to take it to some electronics place downtown later this week. im sure ( Read more... )