after an excruciatingly long band rehearsal, i kind of want to cry. bindel wrote the most ridiculous charts for "go daddy-o", proven by the fact that the section leaders got sixteen or so charts, while everyone else got like twelve. and for what purpose...oh, right, there is none. and now i get to look forward to four periods of orchestra with the wonderful eighth graders. nothing hurts my soul more than middle-school string players...hopefully they'll be better than last year. and hopefully our tuxedos will be in tomorrow, because if they aren't, we'll look pretty stupid on stage tomorrow night. oh man, and i have psac tomorrow fifth period. no school until photography...way sweet. so my entire day tomorrow consists of chamber, orchestra, vive, photography, and chemistry. that's pretty nifty. oh well, here's the spam fact of the day...the spma packaging plant in austin minnesota packages four hundred and thirty-five cans of spam/minute. that's twenty-six thousand, one hundred cans of spam per hour. that must be a sight to see. oh boy

what am i doing, sitting here all alone?
thinking,
wishing,
hoping,
dreaming,
that you could be here beside me.
in our world together, never apart.
time,
distance,
life...
the shackles that hold us back
from making the never ending dream
a reality.

yeah, well it's been a while, i feel pretty selfish reading other people's diaries and not updating my own...not that i have much to update on. in fact i really have nothing to update on. at all. so, yeah...that's it

so, i've been going over some things about my life...just kind of going through an overhaul in my mind, and i realized something that kind of freaks me out. most people know that i'm the kind of guy that always needs to help people. i'm always like, "yo...talk to me, i can help"...i listen, i give advice, whatever. however i've realized that i hate doing that myself. like i don't like spilling out my problems and woes to people. it bothers me, and i feel like i'm compromising my ability to listen to other peoples problems. and now we come to the odd thing. and this happened on my way home from band. like... i'll imagine that i'm sitting with someone, and then i like just let everything out to the person that i'm talking to in my head...and then the person gives me like the reassurring statements and such to be supportive...and that works for me. like, no one ever has to know all of the mental turmoil that i'm going through, and i still get the benefit of having someone to talk to. does that freak anyone out...let me know because i'm not sure if it's real healthy or not. i might just be making my self crazy or something. geeze, the realizations that come from walking home from band at nine in the evening. crazy. and now... i'm going to do something other than rant about my craziness. sweet dreams folks.

who's got chemistry homework? yes i do!, who didn't do it? that's me too! however i did put together an amazing work of bull in regards to "analyzing the common theme of "death of a salesman" and "the catcher in the rye". my oh my, slacking off already. however i did finish my photo project and that's exciting. an excellent day at the baycrafters renaissance fantasy fayre with natalie. our inability to make any decisions about what to do is completely pathetic. we stood in the same spot for like a half hour before we decided to walk over to the beach. oh man it's sad. so sad that i want cry. ok...maybe not that sad but still sad nonetheless. so i need to figure out how to reenact "the importance of being earnest" in sock puppet form by third period on wednsday. yeah...that should be interesting. and not only that, but i have band tomorrow night...bleah. so karrie...any suggestions? i know you have experience with sock puppets. geeze. school has hit like a tidal wave of work and unneeded stress. but such is school...always. after looking over this post i've realized how much i use the puncuation "...". in fact, i've used it five tmes already, and i use it in other posts a lot as well. i guess that's how it goes. such is life. and baby, like a bridge over troubled water, i don't have anywhere to go with that...goodnight my sweethearts, good night.

three days of school, and so far i've survived. my morning is not too bad...late arrival, ap euro, ap english, wind ensemble and symphonic mixed. my afternoon starts off good, and ends not too bad...so far: vive, photography (so amazingly boring that my brain will probably explode before we get actual lab time), and then ap chemistry. even if i struggle in that class...which is pretty much a given, i'm sure i'll still love it. mr. edwards is amazingly cool and i think that i can make it through that class just by the fact that i feel comfortable talking to the teacher...which is probably why i came as close to failing fst as you can get. and such is life. st. eds game tomorrow...woo hoo! hot diggety dog i'm excited. so excited that i'm going to put my carry my couch down to the basement...right now. so i'm leaving. farewell my friends. farewell

the past few days have been quite enjoyable. saturday consisted of my sitting around the house for a good part of the day, and then doing some work in the basement, and then sitting around my house some more. sunday, i worked in my basement for a bit...listening to my dad scream at the plumbing that we installed. "the damn pipe just won't get fucking hot enough" (we were soldering pipes together...and there was water in the pipe) then a lovely evening at borders bookstore with natalie. the wonderful world of lying to your parents in order to see the girlfriend that they would never be ok with. yeah, that's how the story goes. it occurs to me that most of my avid readers won't know this story...and thus i should tell it. since i am yet to tell anyone about this relationship, here it goes. i am dating natalie scott of carrollton, ohio/baldwin wallace college. and my parents don't know about it. that's pretty much all there is to that story, so it's not really interesting at all...i suppose; to any of you. but it's news and thus warrants a place in this online diary. so, school starts tomorrow and with it comes the boring hum-drum routine that is my life. here we go...only two years left. huzzah.

what's your battle cry? |
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so today was the spirit leader auditions. and we lost. even though we had the most cheering, and the best presentation (i wish could play the guitar), we lost. to pat and bindel. it's not a huge deal to me...i still have another chance at it. however...liz does not. and i have a feeling that she took it a lot worse than i did. such is life, and life as not a senior. last night = driving with nick, good carmel cooler, and way awesome conversation with jana. that was probably the greatest conversation that i've had in quite a long time. thank you so much jana.when you sit around your house all day, that makes it a bit difficult to report on my life, because i don't have a life. and that is that.

learn english: bruhaha- hubbub, uproar

*that whole english thing threw you for a loop didn't it?*

i've decided to play the quiz game... in case you haven't noticed...

Take the What Should Your New Year's Resolution Be? Quiz



i'm ok with this







yay!

Life is fairly pointless to for me. It's a constant cycle of getting captured by Bowser, getting rescued by men who lust after me either due to my looks or wealth, and baking cakes. Any involvement I have in a game is fairly limited. I reinforce the bad stereotype that women are helpless beings. I am made of sugar and spice and everything nice, yet incapable of inteligent thought. Such is the life of Peach.

What Super Mario Bros character are you?


this worries me...immensely.

Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz

hey kids, you're favorite resident of 1501 clarence avenue, has returned. after a week of teaching sailing, canoeing, paddleboating, pontoon boating, and boat building (do you sense a theme here?), i have returned from the abyss. it was a good week full of getting wet, getting no sleep, and getting annoyed at my favorite name camper (secret code for the kid that you have to constantly say their name to get them to shut up). i was finally at home in bed, when my dad woke me up and told me that we were driving to pittsburgh for the falcione family reunion. that's right, after a week of no sleep, i drove for two and a half hours to the township of moon, for the most fun under the sun: italian food, raffles, dice games, dominoes, and egg tosses. oh yes, and i also had the extreme pleasure of answering the same questions about thirty times. "how old are you now?", "what grade are you going into?", "what are you looking at doing after you graduate?", "are you driving yet?", "my, you're getting tall!" ok, so the last one wasn't a question, but nonetheless, it was still asked by everyone of my family members on my dad's side. boy am i glad to be home.

fine, i suppose that you all had better things to do with your time then to write me an email at camp, that would have taken too much out of your busy schedules. but i guess i can learn to live again. camp was pretty good, except for the fact that i had the group from hell. nine seventh, eighth, and ninth grade boys in the same cabin for six full days is enough to drive a person to multiple homicide. i'm serious kids, i almost beat them all with my giant flashlight. if i was ever that annoying during those years, i would like to apologive profusely. the amount of testosterone running through those boys was astounding. i've never known anyone that needed everything to be a competition. and i mean everything. they would stat calling who would get which showers...three hours before hand. ugh. then imagine taking this group, and bringing them out in the middle of a lake, in canoes; then teaching them how to jump out of the canoes, and how to get back in them. story of my week. all in all they were pretty well behaved, except for friday, because everyone (including the staff) was ready to go home. i go back on the fourth of august, in case you want to plan ahead in writing me emails there.

by the way, i'm around until friday , at that point i go away again, so if anyone has a burning desie to hang out, let me know.

learn yiddish: pishechtz-urine

well kids, i'm off to camp tomorrow, and thus you won't be able to see me for an entire week. i know that it will be hard, but i'm sure you'll be able to survive somehow. however, you can write to me, or even email me, courtesy of modern technology. how amazing is that? here's the info*

greg falcione/cit
3276 dyewood road
carrollton, ohio 44615

or
aldersgatecamper@raex.com
subject line:greg falcione/cit
it would be lovely to hear from all of you!

learn afrikaans: kangaroe- kangaroo

that's all kids

well, having realized that i haven't posted since may, i've decided to do so. unfortunatly when i tried to do as such, it didn't work due to the fact that the "server went boom" according to the little place that normally says publish. I have spent to the better part of the day sitting on my couch reading a book that my dad said was excellent. However, it is probably dumb of me to take the reccomendation of a man that finds any movie starring arnold schwarzenegger to be entertaining and a classic work of cinemetography. the book titled "afterburn" by colin harrison is a piece of crap. and thus i shall never read anything by him again, because i wanted to vomit. i've been seeing that people are adding "learn a language" pieces to the bottom of their blogs..and now i will follow suit.


learn korean: kahmsamnida- thank you
learn afrikaans: seekoei-hippopotamus
learn yiddish: toomel- a noisy chaos

these languages will be randomly selected for you to learn. that's all for today kiddies!

gredge

having not written since my birthday, i feel that a month is more than sufficient time to slack off in regards to the blog. hopefully, i'll be able to update this thing in the twenty minutes that i have left online. some specific details of my life will be left out, having occured too recently for me to be able to wite about with a clear mind. the school year is coming to a close, and with it, the end of my high school career draws closer. i only have two more years of high school left. this year has gone by so incredibly fast, that i can't comprehend it. i know that i'm nowhere near where the seniors are at this point, but it's stil a scary thought. as much as i want to graduate and get out, i also don't know if i can trust myself in two years. i'm one of the most disorganized slackes that i know, and i think that i need to spend the fext 4 weeks or so getting my act together. i know that it's a bit late for this year, but i need to learn to handle and juggle things a lot better. however, my mom is yelling at me once more, which i'm sure the intensity of which will increase in the next few days (when my progress report comes on in) oh boy, i can't wait. and thus, i have updated the blog for tonight.
gredge

well, it's back to the old blog for me, haven't been here for a while. it's been an eventful week. i shadowed the one and only tim friedman(an amazingly type 'a' personality), to learn about the wonderful world of marketing video and audio voice-over production. ironically...my shadowing area was 'radio communications'. but, such is life, and i love kiwanians. anyway...today is the day that i turn sixteen years old. it's kind of funny, i don't feel any different, and today was really quite uneventful. and that's all i have time for tonight.
gredge

so, i haven't updated this thing in a long long time; now allow me to update you on all of the goings-ons of my life. the orchestra trip to toronto was absoloutly amazing. the glass floor on the cn tower was the coolest thing on the face of the planer. right next to sitting in the skypod looking at the city at night. i feel so close to the people that i was sitting up there with, it was just a great experience. medieval times is quite possibly the coolest show that i have ever seen. ahh, the bills, we raised our tankards and yelled at the people a lot. ahhh, good days. i had a revelation at the symphony...classical music is so freaking cool. I want a double trigger trombone with cones and lots of sweetness and oh my god it was freaking amazing. the bus ride back was quite enjoyable and moulin rouge is a spectacular motion picture. i really don't have time to write about the key club convention, but that will come in our next edition of gredge's life!
gredge

ahh the wonder of the snow day. i believe that i'm the only one on the face of the planet that didn't get the memo. i braved the icy sidewalks of lakewood, only to be told by the school custodian that there was no school today. even the lady sitting at the waiting room by my parents knew (they called me to let me know). my brother's surgery went well...only five hours rather than the projected seven. for those of you that don't know, my brother had a spinal fusion done today for his scoliosis. they took two steel rods and placed them on either side of the spinal cord for the vertebre to grow around, and to straighten his tremendously curved spine. he's going to gain two to three inches in the torso. he came out of the operating room at two thirty this afternoon. he didn't get a bed until about seven. ahh, the wonders of hospital limbo. he didn't have to go to picu though, which is a good sign. i'm a little worried, because the last time he was taken off of a ventilator the same day as the operation, his right lung collapsed. i'm hoping that doesn't happen this time. the only problem with this snow day is that i didn't have the daily activities of school to keep my mind off of my brother. five hours is a really long time. especially when it's the amount of time that your little brother is under a general anesthetic with a team of five to six doctors placing surgical steel rods into his vertebre. my brother, with the two steel plates, six cobalt-steel screws (in his hips) and these two supporting rods, could go through a metal detector buck naked, and would still set off the alarm. that's the only amusing thing about it. well, i'm off to see if he's awake yet. ta-ta for now.
gredge

my oh my it's been a while since i updated this thing. today i went to get my hair recolored, and hopefully it will stay this time. it's not black, it's blue-black, the darkest dye known to man, or so says my hairdresser jodi. tonight is school house rock with whoever goes and whoever i end up sitting with. i'm fairly excited for this performance, i've always enjoyed lcc's productions, and i've heard that that things have been going well. so, we'll see how it goes.
why is it that some of the coolest music is on commercials?
that good fun dance "mardi gras" is tonight, regardless of the fact that mardi gras was well over a month ago. that kind of makes me smile. i am not going, it was decided last week. it's not worth the effort to get all funkalicious, and i probably wouldn't have much fun, though more than i did last year. you know...it's kind of funny, when i was dating theresa, she came up with like five different ideas of what we could go as, and i remember thinking to myself..."will we still be going out in march?". how weird is that? and it wasn't even when things were going badly, it was like at the peak of our relationship. that's strange.
how does crayola come up with the names for it's crayons? robin's egg blue, macaroni and cheese?
so, who else is ready to smack the entire cast of "anything goes" across the face? diva syndrome abounds in this cast, even more than in "king and i". or maybe it's the same level of being pissed off, but for "king and i" we had the kids to go play with to let some steam off. i think that playing cards, and drawing and coloring with those kids kept most of us sane for this show, and were able to deal with the tremendous egos of the cast members. bob conner and bonnie farren should be illegal, and there should be a hair length regulation for males in all barnstormers shows. that's all i have to say. and now, i'm off to eat my easy mac.
gredge

so i cleaned my room this evening, for lack of anything else to do. yes, my wonderful friends have once again decided that it would be more fun not to call me on a friday night. argh. so, back to the story. i was looking through my journal that i started when i was in russia, and i've realized that i haven't talked to the people i went with since labor day. we became such a tight-knit group of people, and we promised eachother that we would never lose touch, but we have. i emailed them all tonight, because it's really hard for me to believe that i shared such an eye-opening experience with five amazing people, and that we haven't talked since september. wow, i can't even comprehend it. russia is such an incredible country, especially moscow. people who live there spend every day, walking past red square, st. basil's and the kremlin, as if it were nothing, that astonishes me. the cathedral of our lord, has five solid gold domes on the towers. solid freaking gold. during stalin's reign, they knocked down the original cathedral to build a giant public swimming pool. there's the communists for you. when stalin died, the cathedral was rebuilt, and people from all over the country sent what little money they had to pay for the solid gold domes. it is so beautiful, i only wish that i had been allowed to take pictures inside. they don't allow that type of thing in the cathedrals. and it's a shame. well, enough of the history lesson, i'm off to do something more important than teach you the history of moscow's historical sights.
gredge

ahh, what a wonderful day it has been. other than band contest (we got a ll) but, band contest wasn't that bad, because my raging hormones have resided and i no longer have the infatuated hots for a one rachel kaplan. yes, i did have the hots for her, and it has now resided, which allows me to move on with my life. it was fairly amusing today, when i realized that it had passed, becasue i was standing in the homeroom at contest with david kulma, tom blank and rachel, and i realized that i didn't really want to stand around waiting for rachel, and so i said "i'm going to the cafeteria, i'll see you there". it took me about 5 minutes to realize that i previously would not have done that. hee, it's fun to have your brain switch like that. i am now free to not worry about that anymore. i'm also seriously considering just randomly making out with people. it could be fun and probably a very healthy (though not really) way to deal with things. i'm so dumb, there's no way that any of this will happen, but it's fun to pretend. hmmm, we'll see what happens. so for those of you that were worried, my smitten state has left. bye!

gredge

i'm back, and this time i'm better than ever. i've been going to karate more often and i've realized how much i will miss it after i quit. unfortunatly, that is really my only option, because if i plan on doing three shows a year for two years, i can't also make two classes a week. such is life, and the rapid decline of my workout schedule. i was really hoping to go riding at some point this week, but this stupid weather has made that option a nonissue. stupid stupid stupid climate. today was a fairly good day, even though csilla and i didn't get married. if anyone wants to be in the wedding, you can't be the flower girl, best man, preacher, or matron of honor. those are already taken. sorry.just let csilla or i know, and we'll arange it. ok, i'm done with this diary entry for tonight.
gredge

welcome back to my blog, i've had a pretty boring day, but i made forty bucks babysitting and that is wonderful. tomorrow i think i'm going to wear my mock turtleneck, just so that everyone can say, ooo, greg's wearing a turtleneck, and i can say...no! it's a mock turtleneck. well there was my idiotic statement for the day.
gredge

so today was the first day of my becoming what i want to be. i've come to the realization that i have a bad attitude about myself and that i need to do a complete overhaul on my life. i've spent my entire life being someone that i'm not. the way i act around people, i do because until today, i wasn't sure who i really am. and i'm still not sure. but i can honestly say that i'm not this dorky kid who seems to have taken over my mind for the last sixteen years of my life. so today begins the overhaul. i went and got my hair cut, and dyed black. step one...change the physical appearance. i'm also going to start wearing clothes that i enjoy, rather than the clothes that i think other people will think are cool. my entire life has based on me wanting people to like me, because when i was kid, i spent all of my time trying to adapt to my new environment. the smart dorky kid who just moved into town has trouble making friends in todays society. i used to change my voice constantly, because i was afraid that my new "friends" wouldn't like the way my voice sounded, and for almost a year, i couldn't remember what my true voice sounded like. isn't that sad? there are probably a total of 3 people who knew this stuff previously, and i really don't want to share this, but every once in a while i have to let all of the emotional strain out, because otherwise it just explodes randomly, and this writing thing is a good emotional release. so anyway, what step were we on? ah yes, on to step two. the next step is my relationships. now, i'm not very good at dealing with my emotions, and i kind of bottle them up and overanalyze everything before i make a move. this includes my friendships. my next overhaul is to tell all of my friends exactly where i stand with them, if there's something going on. a lot of my friendships are going straight to hell because i haven't taken the iniative to be perfectly frank with the people i care most about. i've lost a lot of friends over the years because of this, and i want it to stop. i want all of my friends to know that i love you, and that i am here for you no matter how you treat me, because that's what i'm here for. i hope that i can expect the same from every one of you. well, i'm not sure if this is getting boring or more exciting, but i promised you angst when i started this diary and here it is. there is one final step o my complete ovehaul, though i'm not sure what it is yet. it's probably the most important one too, i feel like after i cover this stuff, that i'll have to do something more, but i'm not sure what. we'll just have to see. but that's it, not more pretending, no more lying, no more posing. from now on you get the real me, uncut, unpolished, and occassionally i leave a minty taste in you mouth. though i'm not sure why.
gredge

ahh, the trials and tribulations of a saturday. who would have known that two hours of hard exercise could clear someone's mind the way it does. when i'm at karate i can just go and not think about anything except what i'm doing right there. after a week of not training, nothing feels better than straining all of the muscles in your legs. but enough about my invigorating workout. if anyone read csillas post in morse code...and had no idea what she said... here it is "I am ignoring my homework as usual...hou typical". by the way csilla, you only made one mistake, you typed "..-" instead of ".--". but otherwise a very good rendition of morse code. see, when i was in elementary school, i had no friends, and along with all of my reading, i learned morse code to a t. it's been a while, and it's harder when it's written out, but otherwise a quite enjoyable code. but, now that i've let everyone know that i'm one of the biggest losers in town...i'm leaving/
gredge

as tiring, and painful as dance rehearsal is, i am truly beginning to enjoy the wonders of dancing in musical theater. it's becoming more and more fun. i'm really learning a lot, and i'm considering learning tap as soon as i get time. it would be so much easier to understand if stupid jason fuller and tony would understand that they're not going to get into amanda's pants and just let the rest of us enjoy the dancing. besides, jason already has a girlfriend, what's that about? but such is every experience involving jason fuller, who thinks that his clapping will bring people to order as opposed to getting a firm smack upside the head, which i am seriously considering doing one of these days. it would make up for the day that i was supposed to "fight" with him after king and i rehearsal for hitting on kim, and then badmouthing nick about it. such a dumb little boy.... so technically i'm supposed to be studying for my math test and writing my dbq for history, but i'm here instead, and now realizing that, i'm going to go pull an essay about the conservative nature of herbert hoover and the liberal nature of fdr out of my ass, and it's going to happen in a fourty minute tme span. oh yeah...i'll update you to let you know how it went. farewell for now.
gredge

well, it's almost been a week since i last updated, and i guess it's about time. this week has been one of many strange occurances. i'm about ready for everything that's been going on to be over. life is just too stressful to deal with raging hormones and emotions. for those of you who know what i'm talking about, here it is...i'm tired of beating around the bush on all of my emotions. i've said befor that i'm just going to go with the flow, and now i think i mean it. whatever happens is going to happen, and now that i know they're not schtupping, i've got nothing to worry about. we had vocal rehearsal today, and i must say that i'm going to enjoy all of the music in this show. starting rehearsals reminds me of how much i miss when i'm not involved with a show, and i really think that this is something i want to do with my life. these days i sit around and wonder what i'm going to do with my life. what is there for me? where do i go after i leave the relative stability of being at home. where do we all go from here? i have not idea, but i'm getting a bit deep for this hour of the night.
gredge

and, back to the blog. i've been wondering why i get myself into situations that i can't get out of. it's kind of like bono. i let the emotions that i think i have under control, get out of control. the thing is, i know when this happens, and how to stop it, but i just don't. seriously, i think that the chance of something happening gets stuck in my head, on the repeat cycle. i'm so afraid of confrontation, that my head comes up with every possible situation and then trys to deal with it. usually it skips over the bad outcomes. which doesn't prepare me for reality in the least. valentine's day is fairly depressing, especially when the person you kind of wouldn't mind being with may soon be schtupping someone else. but such is life, and it's not healthy for me to make the first move on that one, because that would make things all the less enjoyable. that's all for this quarter of eight pm.
gredge

so, i think some of my friends have no respect for me as a person. i want everyone of you to know that, no matter how close (or not close) we are, i am always here for you. i'm always willing to talk to you about anything that you're having troubles with. a lot of you, when i've offered help, say that i wouldn't understand what you're going through. trust me i will. i may seem like a pretty sheltered kid, but i've had just about everything that can happen to me, happen. whatever you need, whenever, i will give you any advice, any wisdom, or just the listening ear that you need. never think that you can't trust me because i'm a guy and you're a girl or whatever. my best frineds all of my life have been girls and i'm not some asshole that's going to go and tell the world about your problems if that's what you want. i may not be an expert in life, and i sure as hell can't solve my own problems, but i'm trained to help other's deal with theirs. remember that i'm here for you if you need anything, and that you can trust me. yeah, that's what i needed to day.
gredge

so i just realize that my settings had me on pacific time, and that was why the publishing times were all three hours off. man, sucks for me.
gredge

so, as usual i've decided to write on my blog instead of writing my english paper on why shylock is a villian. why is shylock a villian? maybe we'll never know. i hate english, and i have a science fair project to do. sucks for me, but i'll probably write the paper at about nine tonight, such is life. i don't know why i get on to write stuff, there's really not anything else to write about.

gredge

so i haven't written in a while and i thought that it's time to update. so today will go down in history as the the first time i've punched a brick wall. and let me tell you...it hurts. but perhaps i should explain. i lost the election for key club president. i'm glad that dan lynch is now the president, and he had a much better speech than i..but i don't deal well with disappointment right away. it only takes the release of my energy to get over it and understand that there's nothing i can do about it and that came in the middle of first period.i went to the bathroom and punched a wall. it's mighty therapeutic, but i'm telling you that it hurts like the dickens and the knuckles bleed very easily. but, such is the healthy release of unhealthy energy. so, tomorrow is another day, and thus i'll treat it as such. if i want to lead a normal helathy life, i need to live with healthy habits.
gredge

so it's saturday night and once again i'm sitting on my computer, writing in my diary. i'm glad people told me about this whole diary thing, because otherwise i would be sitting around on a saturday night. i wish i had some friends that took the iniative to do something, becuase every once in a while, i don't feel like doing it. oh, such is life. so....sitting here on saturday night. i started talking to this girl online from california because she saw my name on imood or something and it turns out she lives in the same town that i used to. yes i did live in california for those of you wondering, what the sam hill is he talking about. that would be the reason that no one in lakewood has any recollection of me from before third grade. i lived in new hampshire, pennsylvania, california and westlake before coming to csilla's grandparent's house. the wonderful world of travel. blah. i have church tomorrow and it's really starting to not do anything for me. i mean i like the people in youth group and sunday school, but going to service just doesn't cut it anymore. i don't know why, but being a methodist just isn't helping me spiritually. and no liz, i'm not going to join your "sweet" church. well off to bed at ten thirty on saturday...g'night.
gredge

so that whole hating theater thing, is a lie. i spent the entire day freaking out, for a whole lot of nothing. i freaked out even more right before the audition, and then made a fool of myself, as i'm prone to do. "hi! i'm greg falcione!" bleah. i think i did fairly well. god i hope josh murphy gets the bishop... it would have been easier to play off of him. oh well. i feel good, or as my imood says... "energized". i had no idea that there were so many different emotions that a person could go through. however "argh" is not listed. i decided to suggest it was the "breakdown of the human spirit" which i feel fits. today is kulma's birthday, and i'd like to congragulate him on turning seventeen. so my friends, until monday, and dance, farewell.
gredge

well, i've determined that i hate theater. auditions are the single worst idea in the world and a human being should not be required to deal with this much stress. maybe i want this part so bad that i'm freaking out too much. i could have so much fun as moonface martin and it would be awesome if i could actually improve on my skills with an actual role in a play, as opposed to some random priest that has to shave his head. argh. should it be a brroklyn accent...boston...southern... i don't know, but it somehow always ends up british and it shouldn't be that. oh well, more sulking later.
gredge

more your mom
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i've discovered that you need to post something before updating the template...so here it is... your mom
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there are days when i sit back and think about everything that's going on in my life, and i wonder what the hell it's all about. i've realized that most of my friendships, especially the ones that i consider to be with my closest friends are not what i need in my life. i feel like their friendship is only there when no one else is around. the only thing out of these people's mouths in regard to me are insults, or they talk about me behind my back. the thing is, is that i would trust these people with my life, and do anything for them. their friendship is that important to me. i also feel like they feel the same way, but don't know how to keep everything real. the thing that i need in a friendship is for my friends to be completely honest in their friendship with me. don't bs it around other people, and then hang out with me on the weekend. or, quite the contrary, don't pretend to be my friend, and then completely ignore me outside of school. i want everything to be real between us. if you're reading this, and you feel that anything applies to you, it very well may. don't think that i'm mad at you. i just want to be completely honest with everyone right now. i ask you if you feel that you need to, be honest with me too. tell me where i stand with you, because i really don't know right now. thank you for dealing with my burning angst. email me (skaterdude1501@aol.com) or call me, or just freaking talk to me.
gredge

i have determined that driver's education is the most pointless endeavor in human history. mr. cross, my instructor looks like mr. rogers with a facelift. a girl in my class has committed several counts of insurance fraud, and i'm the smartest kid in the class. explain the logic, i sleep in that class and i'm still the only one that answers anything...ever. shoot me...please!
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well kids, back to the wonderful world of gredge's blog. it's been a while i know, and i realize that many of you have been lost without my dazzling array of intellect and wit. unfortunatly, i've been forced to come the lakewood public library to type this. i hope no one is reading this as i write. that would feel kind of weird. well, i must admit that today was a bit odd. some interesting events occurred, as some of you witnessed, and some of you heard about. if you don't apply to either of those, ask me about it, and i may or may not tell you. these days you can't be too sure. anyway, after this burning desire to write in my online diary, i suddenly realize that i don't have much to say. so, i hope you all enjoyed the minty fresh flavor of my newly updated blog. now go away.
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