GREG ROBBINS...

2003-07-03T08:05:00.000-07:00

Party at Ashley Frank's. Wow, craziest night so far of the summer. The cops pulled us over on the way home. Scary as hell, but I must everyone in the job did a stellar job of getting away without any hitches. Seriously, we rocked those cops. Not only was everyone in the car an actor, but three of us were in an improv troupe together and we had no trouble giving believeable BS answers to the cops' questions. Matt's mom is a lawyer and she said that we said everything right, and that we evaded all the little mind tricks and stuff that they use to get the right answeres. The pizza in the car also completely hid the alcohol on everyone's breath. We got sobriety tested regardless. You know, walking the line and shit. It felt so good driving away. We were still shaken up though.

Apparently I was trashed at the party, which has never happened before. It felt freakin awesome and I felt like I could just do whatever I wanted, which I made a pretty good effort to do. I hope I didnt hurt anyone.

Im writing this from my job, which I love.

2003-06-28T16:17:00.000-07:00

I think I'm getting taller, that would explain why I've been sleeping so much during the day. Or I'm becoming a vampire.

Speaking of vampires, apparently this kid who goes to my school SLEEPS IN A COFFIN. He also is very creepy-looking.

Ok, so lets see whats new...my job (odd jobs around the school) starts on monday which I am very excited about. Here is a brief recap on what my job last summer was like:

I would usually stagger into the school at about 8:30 and promptly fall asleep on the couch in the library. About thirty minutes later, Baskin would usually amble into the building and crash on the couch next to me, usually followed by Dave. At about 9:00 my bosses Joe and Spencer would show up. Now usually when the word "boss" is just casually thrown about, it inspires an image of a middle aged, greyed, slightly stocky man in a dark grey suit. Destroy this image. If, in this age of sequels, a sequel was made to the three stooges but there was only enough budget for two stooges, my bosses would be casted. Joe and Spencer are 24 years old and both grew up in Bayonne, New Jersey. They work with us and how they got their jobs I will never know.

Usually our work day consists of about thirty minutes to an hour of actual working, and the rest of the day is spent playing cards, going to buffets, having adventures in the retard-mobile, and running from the people who can get us fired. The most rewarding part of the job is during the school year, when the teachers complain about the weird holes in their blackboards and dry erase boards (darts) and how everything is missing from their desks and how there are paperclips everywhere (we play a game where we shoot paper clips at eachother with rubber bands. It is very very dangerous. I cant believe I still have my eyes).

When they yell about how bad a job those summer custodians do I just sit back and chuckle.....the FOOLS!

2003-06-24T09:15:00.000-07:00

The good news: A family in our town is giving us a piano. The bad news: I have to somehow transport it 1.5 miles without a car. Let me tell you, im looking forward to it. Im sure my mom will take many many pictures.

2003-06-23T08:30:00.000-07:00

I saw Finding Nemo, it was awesome, one of the best new movies Ive see in like two years. When I saw it it was also the same night that all the Harry Potter SuperFans were camping out to get their new book. It was a madhouse, wizards everywhere.

2003-06-22T09:49:00.000-07:00

The sole fact that I am a (decently looking?)senior has brought scores of freshman girls to my doorstep. Literally. Now this is all flattering and everything, but its kind of a depressing thing too. When I was a freshman boy I always hated how my fellow girl-mates would try and go after the senior boys. Now the situation is reversed. Like, if girls are always just going to go after status then why should I try to be all those other things that I think make me an alright person and that I think other people might find as good traits.

Come on freshman girls, cant you see that i'm looking for something more meaningful than your promises of "ass?"

Then again, its nice that me and my brothers have been chosen (with almost total agreement among the freshman girls) as "The Hottest Family In Town."

2003-06-19T10:11:00.000-07:00

School is over. I am a senior. A 12th grader. Nuts.

In other news, the summer is here, and with it comes infinite fun.

I have heard a rumor that the dominance of my frisbee team has been challenged by a certain, um, Miles Klee and Michael Patierno? If so I eagarly anticipate some kind of showdown. From the school that invented the game, I do expect some awesome competition.

Good job auditioners for Chess, I hope everyone is happy.

2003-06-16T16:57:00.000-07:00

Damn, they lost.

2003-06-15T17:14:00.000-07:00

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PLEASE WIN!

2003-06-14T12:44:00.000-07:00

Ok, so you might have read earlier in this blog that when I had my audition for the Manhattan School of Music I felt like I was right in the middle of Fame, which was based on the Performing Arts High School of NY (which by the way didnt let me go there cause I had to enroll freshman year). Well something fairly magical happened. First of all, on the way back home, "Fame," the big number in the musical came on to the radio. But the next day when I had my lesson I really got a shock. When my teacher asked me about the audition I mentioned how the only shaky part of the audition was my orchestra audition where I had this old bastard guy who was really snappy the whole time. Then, completely out of the blue and without me saying anything, my teacher says how that very man who auditioned me for the orchestra played the conductor-guy in movie version of Fame. He was a friend of hers and is exactly the way he is in the movie in real life. The movie producers type casted him for the nastry stuck up musician guy. Incredible?

2003-06-11T14:43:00.000-07:00

I found ten bucks on the street today. Woohoo!

2003-06-10T17:29:00.000-07:00

ONE MORE DAY OF SCHOOL BEFORE FINALS. INCREDIBLE? YES.

The summer is actually here again...I really thought it would never come back. BUTT.... that means that its the grand 'ol time of year when we all take a good look at ourselves. At first everybody is excited about summer, they cant wait to hit the beaches and soda-pop shops and strip clubs...but then they look down at their pasty, flabby, winded, bloodshot selves and start crying. Hopefully this dosent happen to you or me. But the fact that some people are wallowing in distress dosent mean that the rest of us cant enjoy an AWESOME SUMMER which will hopefully have equally awesome weather.

Glen Ridge has a special tradition that most schools do not have (besides hazing freshmen, those little bastards!) and that tradition is having the annual Move-Up Mission, which is when the senior class (because its small enough) gets together for a day or two of bonding to celebrate our upcoming year as seniors(Scary, no?). Usually it is at a house, and is busted by the cops in 15-20 minutes. However this year the votes were counted and it was decided that Move-Up Mission would be a Camping Trip. I can only imagine the craziest of crazy nights, involving crazy indian-style dance parties to the beat of hand-drums next to a blazing bonfire, a-la Lord of the Flies, and me riding an giant forest-moose through the wilderness, bellowing through a large horn carved from one of the spikes of a triceratops. Oh, and I almost forgot the swinging from vines. Hmm, maybe I'll bring my brother's acoustic guitar.

Hopefully I'm not building this up in my head into something it wont be, because I'm definately letting excitement go to my head. Like none of my friends are going so its just gonna be me and all the super-cool kids. Good thing our grade dosent really have cliques and everyone gets along.

Anyway, getting back to my audition, I forgot to mention that I felt exactly like I was in Fame that day, the feeling was awesome...everyone like walked in at once into the building an was talking about the big day, singers, musicians, dancers....there was like this mood over everything which I've never felt before. God, I hope I got in.

2003-06-08T13:13:00.000-07:00

On Saturday I had my audition for the Manhattan School of Music Prepatory, a pretty prestigious place to go. My brother was also auditioning for the program. I was auditioning on the Upright Bass, and Geoff was auditioning on the classical guitar. I knew the day was off to a tense start when my first conversation with a fellow auditioner (she was auditioning for voice) went as follows:

Me: "Excuse me, do you have the time?"
Girl: "Yes."
(a minute of silence)
Me: "Can I have it?"
Girl: "Yes."

I then divined that she spoke no english whatsoever except for the word "Yes." I had forgotten that when I step into any musical area Whitey becomes the minority and chineese becomes the native language. My brother had the first audition, and had the extreme luck to be auditioned by his private teacher. While his audition involved his teacher (Ana Maria Rosado, the nicest nicest nicest nicest lady in the universe) rushing towards him and giving him a kiss on both cheeks when she saw him and then simply letting him into the school without even listening to the whole audition, my experience was a different story.

I do not want to give the impression that I had a bad/stressful time at the school, because it was actually a great experience and I loved being there surrounded by like a thousand other musicians. I am simply pointing out the glaring unfairness between my brother's painless 5 minute experience and my 4 and one half hour one.

My first audition was my jazz audition. It was simply fun. It was sooooooooo much fun. It was fun to the fifth power. They had a piano player and a drummer play with me, which I did not expect, and both of them knew by heart each thing that I was playing. Everyone there was so nice. We rocked. It was sooooo much fun.

Later that day I got together with Jed and Jeremey and we practiced our Barbershop-Quartet music. We sound so good. We actually do all the harmonies really well, surprisingly. Whoever heard us practicing outside at 2:00 AM probably had no idea what was going on. At that time we were practicing modulating up and down half steps, it sounded cool when we did it right, but when we didnt, it just sounded simply creepy. Creepy.

Jed: "I found this music for a barbetshop quartet."
Jeremey/me: "Is it for three or four people."
Jed: "I'm not sure."

We were too tired to realize how dumb that conversation was.

2003-06-06T16:01:00.000-07:00

Jazz band concert was pretty rockin.' Got screwed out of Cabaret night due to an engagement party for my cousin, thrown together last second of course, without much asking of me.

For some reason, today, unexpectedly and out of the clear blue sky I started to feel like school was starting to drag. I dont know why I felt like this, maybe it was because I handed in a math test completely blank out of disgust for my school.

2003-06-05T16:51:00.000-07:00

Stevie Wonder is officially the funkiest man in the universe.

2003-06-02T20:43:00.000-07:00

Jazz band concert on Wednesday @ 6:30 in the Freeman Gardens in Glen Ridge. Gonna be cool. Thing is, now I have this blister on the finger I use to play jazz, and Im not exactly sure how its going to work out =) but people should go anyway because out of the entire show, the jazz show will probably be the best. Ill be at the Cabaret Show at Columbia, if I ever choke the time out of someone.

2003-06-01T13:00:00.000-07:00

Happy June 1st everyone, I know this day means alot to all of us. To me in particular, it means that the school year is officially over. It means that I am officialy burnt out to the point that finals no longer matter to me and that I am thoroughly convinced that the next few days of school cannot have any profound effect on my average. Or so I am convincing myself.

Yesterday was an adventure. I was in a car with Jeremey and Baskin when we had the idea to visit the ACME PLASTICS FACTORY. For years this building has baffled us, and we have had no idea what it actually does. We have let our minds run wild with it, imagining a massive factory, with Wile E. Coyote pacaging fine plastics into boarded boxes. We drove into the visitor parking lot, which was of course deserted, and made for the door. The door sported a massive warning sign saying: "Hidden Cameras are in use. In addition, not all cameras are visible." After we got past this obstacle we found that the inner doors were locked since we had barely missed visiting hours. Disappointed, and vowing to return, we returned home, and for no apparent reason, started filming a movie. It is called, "THE ICEMAN KILLETH" and stars myself as Bobby the Jock, Jeremey as Timmoty the Nerd, and Brian Baskin as the Iceman. I predict that it will take the moviewatching world by storm.

Oh yeah, and the chick from Infested as also The Pink Power Ranger!

2003-05-31T14:44:00.000-07:00

Thankfully the huge amount of rain that happened on memorial day cancelled the memorial day march which I had been forced into doing.

On Friday, my school had it's annual Spring Day festival, which is basically a day at the field, filled with booths filled with different foods and games. But the most famed part of the day are the different competitions that there are, such as the dodgeball, ultimate frisbee, and kickball tounaments. Early in the year my friends and I began thinking of the preliminary lists of people who would possibly make the cut for The Flying Dutchmen, our ever-changing elite Frisbee Team. A mere month before the tounament, the team was finally complete, with the mission of beating the senior team which was already talkin' smack.

The field was angry that day, and the competition was tough, but when the day was done, we stood victorious with a 6-5 victory, clinched in the final moments of the game. Ahh, what a feelin.

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2003-05-29T18:44:00.000-07:00

Some things almost never happen to me, such as winning those under-the-cap games on things like snapple and yoohoo, and getting cast as Simon Zealotes. But yesterday nothing other than my wallet arrived in the mail. Six flags sent it to me, no charge. Wow, talk about awesome things happening. I definately did not expect to see it again, and I was dreading having to go back to the DMV for another liscence.

Anyways......

I think I must have skipped a problem and screwed up my whole scantron on the math SAT II, because either that happened, or I am not nearly as smart as I think I am. Because I scored in the 5th percentile for math. I....I...did not expect that(by the way, the 99th percentile is what we should all be shooting for). Im just going to hope I made some silly error like that.

TODAY FELT LIKE SUMMER

I'm almost afraid to wish that It finally stays like this. Because yesterday, it hailed harder, and with bigger hailstones than I have ever seen before and I wondered if it was winter's final stab at my heart. To remind you guys, that meant that there was solid precipitation on May 28th. Lets hope that the weather that started in November of last year is finally gone.

2003-05-27T18:38:00.000-07:00

Important numbers:

# of days I have had to do this paper: 90
# of days I have left: 3
# of pages I have done: 0.

# regular school days left: circa 11
# of asses my frisbee team will kick on spring day: 7

# of frozen white-castle burgers I have eaten today: 6
# of frozen white-castle burgers I probably should have avoided: 5 1/2
# sunny days these past two weeks: 1

# of things I have to look forward to in the upcoming weeks: 2
# of dollars Infested is overdue: 6

Hey Jude, refrain.

2003-05-25T18:56:00.000-07:00

If your question is "Greg, are you marching in a marching band tomorrow for memorial day? And are you also wearing the silly hat?" then the answer is yes, because it turns out that as part of my Concert Band (not marching band, because I am not in the marching band) grade, I must march tomorrow or so be it. Im going to play crash cymbal. Thing is, the instrument that I play is the double bass, and believe me, I did rally to convince the band director that I should be allowed to play my instrument in a cart, pulled by either a car or the color guard, or a four legged animal of some sort, but unfortunately my requests were denied. I can only imagine that it will not be fun, especially if it rains. It has also been pointed out to me that the cymbals that were given to me to use are the heaviest in the tri state area and that I should probably practice with 25 lb free-weights instead of cymbals until the day of the march. Should be fun.

2003-05-23T13:43:00.000-07:00

Brian Baskin is the first person to officially bitchslap Miss Martinelli, a math teacher who is generally considered to be public enemy #2 (A close second to Ho Chi Min).

Brian: Miss Martinelli, May I go to the bathroom?
M.M.: Jesus Brian, you are sooo high maintenance!
(*Brian thinks of good one liner)
Brian: I know, thats why I never have a girlfriend.
(*cockslap!)
M.M.: Uhh...err....go ahead.

Wow, I bet she felt great. Congrats, Baskin.

I am seeing phish this summer! Jed Lubin managed to win tickets, I have no idea how, and since I have a liscence and a car, I can have one of his tickets so that we can go. This sounds like the perfect event, but I must remind myself and all of you of the psyche of the infamous Faceless Ugly Concert Krammers/Stoners, who exist simply to make a rock concert much less enjoyable.

These Faceless Ugly Concert Krammers/Stoners, or FUCKs for short, have no intention of enjoying the show. All that they wish to do is to is be louder than the artist playing, drink more beer than the average Victorian lower-class yeoman, and creepily and loudly (I cant stress this "loud" part enough) hit upon FUCKs of the opposite sex, if they have such a thing. It is easy to spot one of these guys, as evidenced by their:

Wide, beady eyes. REM is sometimes evident.

Immense weird looking muscles (the reason noone ever messes with them).

Black wife-beaters.

Tendancies to never be level.

Not even facing the stage.

Absorbing 50 times the amount of sound as the average Joe.

Oh well, I guess that everything has a downside, and forgive me if I seem biased on this subject, Its just that I have a lot of experience with FUCKs, and they really are some of my least favorite people, but I guess I will leave this subject except for this little tidbit: We are staying at Jed's sister's apartment. What a hottie!

This was also like the worst week ever, except for six flags. The weather made it so.

2003-05-20T16:22:00.000-07:00

I went to Great Adventure today. It was simply the best day of the entire school year. This is the one time all year that there has been nice weather on the right day, and in fact, this Great Adventure trip was postponed due to two whole weeks of stormy weather which happened just as the date was coming up. As we drove up to the parking lot, my fellow students and I observed the most beautiful sight we had ever seen, which was a completely empty parking lot. It was deserted. I managed to go on Medusa 5 times in a row in the front seat with no hassles. The feeling was incredible. Nitro still had a bit of a wait, but a very small one, and it remains the greatest experience that I have ever had. The difference between rollercoasters like Medusa and Nitro is that Nitro gets you where it really counts: it profoundly affects your heart. Medusa is like playing a great videogame. Its great while it lasts, but its kind of superficial and vain after a while. But Nitro is like reading a good book. It just really gets ya.
Unfortunately during Medusa my wallet fell out of my pocket, something that I was sure would not happen and I believe that it has gone off to that big back-pocket in the sky. There was no money in it, but I dread getting another drivers liscence. And my picture kind of came out alright on that one too! School is undoubtably a joke after Great Adventure, seeing how there is no way that anyone can make me concentrate after going to that. My body simply overloaded on pleasure and that is all there is to it. School is too much of a Pathos. My friend Liz H and I saw something interesting at the park that we had never seen before. We saw some catholic school girls and asked them if they were catholic school girls. However they were Orthadox Jewish School Girls, woose apparent only difference were long skirts instead of short ones, and an abundance of uni-brows. We might have known. At some point in the great adventure trip a man approached me and offered me the ride of a lifetime at his "Virtual Extraveganza," or something. I politely declined, and as he was walking away....
Liz H goes: "Greg, was he trying to sell you drugs?"
I go: "Yes, virtual drugs!"

We chuckle at this terrible joke for a few seconds, and then behind us we hear the voice of the guy who offered me the virtual experience...

Faceless Six Flags Employee: "I know, my job sucks! But you don't have to rub it in!!" He then fled the scene.

Ookey dokey. We quickly fled the scene as well. As a little non secrotor (I have no idea how that is spelled), my friend Mike is sooo hardcore. Like you wouldnt believe. He is this nerdy looking kid who is gonna be the valedictorian but who is actually really cool. As we are leaving, we are talking about how the daredevil's drop looks really scary and how the slingshot looks really scary and it turns out that he did those two things first. Whaddaguy.

2003-05-19T19:10:00.000-07:00

It was a sad day for the virtues of productivity and discipline when this particular "online blog" came into existance. But I can assure you that today is a much sadder day, because it marks the return of that very same virtual waste of space. With a few differences. It is totally refurbished, and more importantly, it is Super-Charged. My taking leave of the blog scene left a gaping hole in the maelstrom of pulsing cyber-active transient activity which is the WWW which could not be ignored for long. The bleeding Net called out to me one night and begged me to return. I then obliged it. Actually none of the above is true. It is merely a mock epic describing me one day deciding to stop blogging and then another day deciding to blog again, possibly because there is more time. In any case. I am, in every sense, back in town. Let me recap.

As of

1:00 May 13th, my life started again. As you probably dont know, I am enrolled in a Chemistry AP class with a teacher who is the coolest man alive who I would gladly spend free time with. Unfortunately God ran out of room in him for teaching ability. Which meant that in the few weeks before the AP exam, I had to teach myself the subject of chemistry. Which meant that the proportion of sleep to my grades in Chem had become an inverse one. Meaning that as my amount of sleep approaches zero, my grades approach infinity. Unfortunately amount of sleep approached zero, but my grades were still a little shy of infinity. However the AP experience turned out to be not that bad, and the gist of this is that essentially I have time for the trivial things in my life such as sleep, my mental health, and of course, this blog.
In recent news, I attended the GRHS Prom at the Highlawn Pavillion, a beautiful place up on Eagle Rock with a great view of the city, the cloudy weather nonwidthstanding. It was real nice seeing all the kids in the grade playing Adult, and even though the dance floor was fairly small for the amount of people attending, I felt that I was grooving sufficiently, considering my restricting tuxedo. Among the noted guests were Miss Becky Ng, Miss Allison Tashima, Miss Elizabeth Niewood, Mr. Brian Baskin, Miss Alea Somethingorother, and Mr. Miles Klee. After the Prom it was off to the movie store, thankfully, because at that hour any other kind of plan would have just been stretching it. I feel that Miles and I successfully took things into our own hands and after a search with a fine toothed comb, we came up with "Infested," which must have been overlooked when the folks at the academy were doling out their "awards." Let me tell you, this movie could not have gotten any better if it had tried. In a nutshell it is about five friends in a summer house who bicker over some vague subject while Mutant Government Conspiracy Flies randomly take over their brains via their mouths and lungs (I can recall at least one grotesque sequence of the flies invading this one man's lungs) and destroysthem! Dont even trust the preacher!
I will end on one final note. That is: Today my mother did something completely unorthadox. After seventeen years of swearing that she would never buy any kind of video game system, she went out and bought PS2 and Dance Dance Revolution so that she could play it. She loves it. And she is awesome at it. There are many things with explanations in this universe, such as black holes and chaos theory, but this behavior is not one of them. Sheesh.

Ahh, so much to catch up on. Tomorrow = Physics day @ Great Adventure. Yes! Gbye!

2003-05-19T18:58:00.000-07:00

As of

1:00 May 13th, my life started again. As you probably dont know, I am enrolled in a Chemistry AP class with a teacher who is the coolest man alive who I would gladly spend free time with. Unfortunately God ran out of room in him for teaching ability. Which meant that in the few weeks before the AP exam, I had to teach myself the subject of chemistry. Which meant that the proportion of sleep to my grades in Chem had become an inverse one. Meaning that as my amount of sleep approaches zero, my grades approach infinity. Unfortunately amount of sleep approached zero, but my grades were still a little shy of infinity. However the AP experience turned out to be not that bad, and the gist of this is that essentially I have time for the trivial things in my life such as sleep, my mental health, and of course, this blog.
In recent news, I attended the GRHS Prom at the Highlawn Pavillion, a beautiful place up on Eagle Rock with a great view of the city, the cloudy weather nonwidthstanding. It was real nice seeing all the kids in the grade playing Adult, and even though the dance floor was fairly small for the amount of people attending, I felt that I was grooving sufficiently, considering my restricting tuxedo. Among the noted guests were Miss Allison Tashima, Miss Elizabeth Niewood, Mr. Brian Baskin, Miss Alea Somethingorother, and Mr. Miles Klee. After the Prom it was off to the movie store, thankfully, because at that hour any other kind of plan would have just been stretching it. I feel that Miles and I successfully took things into our own hands and after a search with a fine toothed comb, we came up with "Infested," which must have been overlooked when the folks at the academy were doling out their "awards." Let me tell you, this movie could not have gotten any better if it had tried. In a nutshell it is about five friends in a summer house who bicker over some vague subject while Mutant Government Conspiracy Flies randomly take over their brains via their mouths and lungs (I can recall at least one grotesque sequence of the flies invading this one man's lungs) and destroysthem! Dont even trust the preacher!
I will end on one final note. That is: Today my mother did something completely unorthadox. After seventeen years of swearing that she would never buy any kind of video game system, she went out and bought PS2 and Dance Dance Revolution so that she could play it. She loves it. And she is awesome at it. There are many things with explanations in this universe, such as black holes and chaos theory, but this behavior is not one of them. Sheesh.

Ahh, so much to catch up on. Tomorrow = Physics day @ Great Adventure. Yes! Gbye!

2003-02-11T20:05:00.000-08:00

Ugh, more play rehersal. Soooo much work and soo much standing doing nothing. At least I get to chill with my homie Shevaun and poke fun at the whole world.

I think me and Jed are doing this prepatory program at the Manhattan School of Music when the next semester starts. It sounds awesome but I hope we get in. Apparently auditions are tough.

I heard this weird story today. I was talking with this girl, lets call her X, and what X told me was that she had an interview for her application to Harvard. Aparently the interviewers usually ask you questions about like your siblings and how you grew up and shit but this guy immediately asked poor Allison Tashima (yep, you guessed it. She's X) what she thought about U.S. Foreign Policy and her thoughts about human rights and laws against homocide and stuff. Wow, talk about getting backed up against a wall. I cant even think of what I would say if someone asked me about U.S. foreign policy. I would probably start rambling about how the migrating habits of penguins has been affected by oil spills...or something that I know equally as much about.

So I want to do this trip to New York City to see this awesome jazz artist play in this club. Anyone who wants to come can. Ill give more word later about organizing it.

2003-02-10T20:41:00.000-08:00

Some of you may have thought that I was abducted and sent off to a third world country to be a man-servant, but I am indeed alive and in the continental united states. I havent updated this blog in a while, so that means a lot of catching up must be done. The following earth shifting changes have occurred in my life:

-My car has finally gone to that golden parking lot in the sky, and I have starting sharing the other car in my driveway with my parents. At least this one has sound. I'm not sure what its name will be.
-Let me take a moment to reinforce in your minds how ugly the creature known as the Possum is. Imagine taking Linda Tripp and cross breeding her with a naked mole rat. Out comes the Possum. Naturally one would see that it is a great joy to encounter one of these beasts in its natural habitat: which is in the center of the road at 2 am. This saturday one ran right in front of the car and glared right at me with its white beady eyes. Eeeeeew. They give me shivers.

Thats pretty much that has happened. Obviously I'm not as interesting as yall think. Now get lost. Actually dont.
I have been taking Jazz lessons on my upright bass, and this guy, Andy Eulau is teaching me. He is so good at that instrument. He plays in all these jazz groups every day of the week, and during the day he just chills and plays his bass all day. Which means that he dosent mind going over our hour limit and teaching me just random questions that I have. I like him a lot. The Jazz band performance should be fun, ill let everyone know when it comes up. I THINK that we will be playing Night Train....if you dont know what that is, its the jazz song that gets played at the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance that is in Back to the Future. I love it.

But I have this feeling that Columbia's Jazz thing will be better, since I hear that they actually have talent in that school.
I cant wait to hear R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

2003-01-25T14:16:00.000-08:00

Went to a cool Chineese Buffet place, which also served sushi...cool. Weirdly enough, on the way to the resturant, we saw two black cats cross our path, one five minutes after the other. Then we saw a third one. Except this black cat was terrible, terrible roadkill. Three, wow. Coincidentily, my car broke down in South Orange on the day of the cats. Thankfully It started again later, but on the way back I saw another dead black cat. No fucking joke. I think my car's days are numbered.

I took the SATs today. They amounted naturally amounted to zero fun, as I had expected. We are still doing our mid term exams, our last two days are on monday and tuesday.

2003-01-22T12:25:00.000-08:00

Ashley's sweet sixteen...

Wow, got to meet some people I havent seen in a while, namely Matt. For the most part that was a great party, although I did not have fun getting lost in Newark when I was trying to find the stupid place. Mid term exams are this week, damn.

The more I think about it, the more I want to see Forum at Columbia High School, it sounds like a great production thats coming.

We had a Merrily We Roll Along readthrough. There is nothing fun or funny about it, the music is terrible, and the "powerful" message the show sends out to the audience is "No matter how well prepared you are for the future, your still fucked." I'm quitting. But not because im a quitter. Its because It turns out I cant fit it in my schedule. Jazz band and Orchestra wont let me be in it. Too bad, I would have made a great Male Dancer (thats seriously a part).

Sorry I havent been updating, its just that I'm all Blogged out. Sooner or later ill get inspiration and take it up regularly again.

2003-01-18T14:33:00.000-08:00

look at all my wonderful archives...

I hate my haircut. >_<

2003-01-15T16:53:00.000-08:00

Merrily We Roll Along was casted...

I auditioned and was called back and apparently my part is someone called Bunker(?). Im also a singing soloist. Who wudv figured. its gonna be fun.
Saturday is Amy's Super Dance Extraveganza at Columbia high school. If you wanna come talk to me and ill give you a ride. 7:00.

My car is still in the shop. It was supposed to be out of the shop two days ago but they messed up switching the front tires with the back tires. I would like to express my confidence that the intelligent people at the Bp. Garage will be able to quickly and intuitively deal with my car's afflictions and return the car to me post haste.

www.fark.com is a quality site, check it out.

Ashley Frank's sweet sixteen Bash is coming up on Sunday on MLK eve, the 19th.

I finnaly get to meet Christine, my brother's wife to be and carrier of my neice/nephew. Its exciting. Ill have another sister and soon another brother in the family (the brother is from my sister's husband to be). Lets see...that would make 9 siblings in all. ME, Geoff, Jacob, Luke, Jesse, Rory, Becky, Christine, Jimmy. Wow, we're just like the fellowship of the ring, except we live in human land and we arent striving to destroy an all powerful/all consuming ring which was forged in Mount Doom with the essence of the evil lord Sauron. Oh yeah, and we're all tall.

2003-01-12T17:10:00.000-08:00

Well, this weekend certainly was packed with some incredible news. My brother's girlfriend is pregnant. They are getting married. Holy shit. Aparently he was away in vegas (where apparently he made 1000 dollars on his last bet) and his girlfriend Christine had been sick for a while, and she had gone to the doctor while he was away. The doc said that she was healthy as a clam, and that she was a month pregnant. Her sister fainted. So did my mother, but she wasnt angry or anything...she was happy...she was just shocked at being a grandmother. Wow, that means ill be an uncle. Uncle Greg. Looks like ill be the one handing out a twenty dollar bill at christmas each year to my new neice/nephew. They are both very happy, and I am happy for them. Its kind of a funny situation though. My brother lives with two roommates in the city, and they each have a girlfriend. Two are from Ecuador and one is from Israel. They are all illegal immigrants. Luckily, the one my brother is marrying is getting citizenship as soon as the marriage occurs, and her sister (his other roommate's girlfriend) will get naturalized with her. Unfortunately, the other girlfriend is getting deported to Israel, since Israel is recalling all their student visas.

Yesterday I went to the mall for a change, and bought the coolest thing ever. Its this thing that just looks like a stupid toy till it HITS YOU IN THE FACE WITH A BLAST OF AIR which seriously feels like a basketball has just hit you. Its accurate up to twenty feet and it really was so much fun. We went around in the mall hitting people with it and they had no idea what it was. Then we hit people from the car. That was even better. When you hit the fountain in the mall with it, it made cool patterns in the water. Ugh, that fountain brings back memories...Then it was off to the arcade, which ive only been to once. I played Dance Dance revolution. Im getting pretty good.

Wow, my brother is going to have a kid.

On friday I managed to almost complete painting my room. Now it looks even better. Amy did this incredible job with making these blue and purple leaves on part of the wall, and it looks great. The giving tree mural is almost done, and once the door and that gets done, the room will be finished. I wish I could have gone to the party at her house saturday where her brothers' band was playing, but i had just found out that my brother's girlfriend was pregnant, and I had to go into the city to spend some time with him.

My car is in the shop still, which is killing me, but i did order a cd player with this cd adapter thingey so i can play cds on it. I bought the cd player using my 309820394 gift certificates to Sam Goody.

I recomend seeing:

Some Like it Hot

2003-01-07T18:26:00.000-08:00

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2003-01-06T13:08:00.000-08:00

Come One Come all! Announcing Greg Robbins' very own personal Online Store!

Thats right folks, now not only can you simply look at my blog, but you can wear it! You can get anything from shirts and hooded sweatshirts, to wall clocks and thongs! All in the spirit of me, my life, and the blog community. Come on, you can even get a mousepad with a collage of the blogs! Check it out!

By the way, in the next few days, expect more products to be added as the store gets bigger.

Online Blore!

2003-01-03T14:21:00.000-08:00

Delayed opening today since the roads were so icy...only problem is that I'm not allowed to drive because of it. Why? I dont know. My mind is boggled. I have to learn some time to drive on ice, this is a good opportunity.

I'm kind of sad and depressed. I cant make a good update under these conditions. Check back some time when i'm feeling happier.

2003-01-02T11:41:00.000-08:00

Wow, what a vacation. Lets take a looksee:

Up until Christmas you my vacation is pretty much documented, as you can see below. I got Amy this green crystal ball type thingey with this silky liquid that lights up green when you want it to. You have to see it. Since my birthday and Christmas are almost on the same day, people ended up giving me a lot of combined gifts. Not that I mind, of course (cough cough). I spent the following few days watching my Back to the Future DVDs. Those movies are just so good. Each day after Christmas I had a strict schedule: Sleep until 3. Watch Back to the Future with amy and whoever wanted to, like my brother luke. Next It was off to Nevada Diner for some Waffle fries with motzarella cheese and gravy. Mmmmm. Seriously, that place makes em real good. Unfortunately, Nevada Diner comes with the usual bad service, which has the potential to hurl you into this situation:

Scene: Nevada Diner, 1:00 AM. Enter Greg Robbins, Amy Patierno, Waitresses

Waitress: Sorry I'm late to get to you guys, I didnt see you. Dont be so sneaky next gime.
Greg: Err, no problem.
Waitress: So what can I getchyall?
Greg: This is drinks, right?
Waitress: Yeah, whatever.
Greg: Err, apple juice.
Amy: cranberry juice.
Waitress: Ok.
Exit Waitress. 20 minutes later: Enter waitress
Waitress: So, are you guys ready to order yet?
Greg: Err, can we have menu's please?
Waitress: Oh, sorry...i guess I didnt bring them since I didnt spot you guys for a while.
Greg: Oh, no problem.
Waitress: Be right back.
Exit Waitress. 20 minutes later: Enter waitress
Waitress: So what can I getchall?

Greg/Amy: Belgian waffle with whipped cream and strawberries, a plate of waffle fries with gravy and motzarella, and a deluxe cheeseburger.
Waitress: Ok.
Exit Waitress. 30 minutes later: Enter waitress carrying a cheeseburger with a side of motzarella waffle fries on the same plate. Very few. Belgian waffle looks okay. No plate of waffle fries to be seen.
Flourish. Exunt all.

Then we all drove home and repeated the process the next day. Speaking of driving, I think I drove when I was allowed to about 1 percent of the time since I have gotten my liscence. Most of the driving has been between the hours of 1 and 3 AM. I still have to work on turning my lights on before I start driving. On new year's a car flashed his brights at me, telling me to turn my lights on. Unfortunately it was a cop car. Good thing he had the holiday spirit and did not stop me or talk to me. On New Year's Eve (one of the few holiday's where the actual holiday is on the eve and not on the actual day) We finally found a party...at Dave Johnson's house. Lots of cool food. We watched the end of Jurassic Park, but sadly we had to leave before the twister got taken out of the closet. We had obligations to go to dave frankel's party, which was jam packed with good food and good times.

OH YEAH HOLY FUCKING SHIT I FORGOT TO TELL EVERYONE THIS:

Some of you may know this, but about two months ago, Hope, Amy, and myself had nothing to do and we decided to buy something online. So naturally we went to a porn site. At first we joked about getting a dildo or something but then a bigger and better idea flashed onto the screen: The Elephant Strap. Let me pause for a minute and explain the wonder that is the elephant strap to all of you. This thing is a big, red, googly eyed head of an elephant, on the front of a male thong. You place your dick into the trunk of the elephant. What you do from there is your business. We ordered this grand thing and as a prank, sent it to none other than Brian Baskin's house. We coudn't wait until it arrived. I was seriously very close to asking Brian if he had gotten it when I received word that It had arrived. Apparently he opened it at his dining room table with his whole family around. Wow. So satisfying...Sorry, you were the first subject that we had in mind. Nothing personal, really. That boggles my mind. My mind is boggled.

Wow. I live in constant fear of Tony Pro and Smitty the Jew. Ill explain later.

"No thanks, i'm not hungry. My stomach is filled."

2002-12-31T13:05:00.000-08:00

Its almost four oclock New Year's Eve, and I still dont know what I am doing tonight...Hmm, I hope something comes up.
Hmm, where are my archives?

2002-12-26T07:42:00.000-08:00

Presents:

Clothing:

One pair of plaid pants for lounging
Two pairs of red and blue comfy socks
Two snow hats

CD's:

Charles Mingus(jazz composer): Ah Um
Charles Minugs: Mingus Dynasty
Charlie Parker(jazz sax player): The Yardbird Suits, cd's 1 and 2

Books:

50 Essential BeBop hits, a fakebook
Charles Mingus: More than a fakebook (thats the real name of it)
...thats weird, there are usually more actual books...oh well...

Random Stuff:

A back scratcher
A gold tooth (?)
Gift certificate to Borders
Gift certificate to Sam Goody
A dockers bathroom bag-thing, for like nail clippers. (I dont understand either)

Stuff for the whole family:
The special edition 3 disc set of the Back to the Future movies (yes!)
A cell phone for me and my brother
A stack of recordable cd's

And thats it. Cool.

Christmas is the day that my parents, after a hard night of wrapping, like to make everybody wait agonizingly upstairs until like 9 oclock while they slowly get up, get dressed, walk down stairs, make some last second preparations, eat breakfast, wait around for no reason at all, and read the newspaper and drink coffee until we are all about to charge downstairs and take control of the christmas situation (of course, we've been up since like 6 am).

Finally we all come downstairs, and gaze at the beautiful tree with it's lights and ornaments with it's wrapped presents, right before we all dive headfirst at the bottom of the tree for our gifts, then of course the parents make everyone stop and get together for a picture, which usually takes 10 or 11 tries before nobody is making a face and ruining it. Then after we are all ready to dash the wrapping paper to shreds with laser beams of anticipation from our eyes, my mother states that starting with this year, we will have a controlled, civilized christmas, where one by one, presents are handed to us by our parents while we sit. Overall it was a very good christmas, my dad actually got my mother a violin, which she had been meaning to start taking up again from when she used to play violin in her borough's orchestra in NY. The next present was from my brother Jesse and it was to my mom, and it was a pair of tickets to see Don Giovani at Lincoln Center in the absolute front seats of the grand tier. She almost had a heart attack. She had the best christmas. Unfortunately my brother luke ate all of the chocolates from all of the stockings, and I only got one. Damn.

Phew, while to go before next year's christmas.

That reminds me, the New Year is coming up! Wow! 2003, thats just gonna be craZ. (get it? it rhymes!)
Lates.

"Dont tell the elf!"

2002-12-25T15:36:00.000-08:00

Christmas! Yay!

This is the first white christmas since about 5 years ago, no joke(i'm sure you know that its no joke but these days you have to specify. Cause hey...some people are just crazy.)Not only is it simply a white christmas, but I am sitting here typing while about four inches of snow and ice pile up in my yard. Wow, thats a lot.

As far as presents are concerned, the best present that I got was from my younger brother luke: this big back scratcher. Wow, it feels so good. Other than that I got some cloths/cd's/books ... good times. I cant think of what to say. I feel like I'm letting everyone down. Sorry gang.

"To the bridge at Cassadoom!"

2002-12-24T15:52:00.000-08:00

Will someone explain this to me? ^ Why dosent mine make any sense?

Yesterday I saw lord of the rings. I missed the first thirty minutes of the movie when I had to give a last second ride to a certain someone. Not that I mind, of course. Good movie, in my opinion, but in desperate need of some more editing. During the entire span of that movie, I saw a caterpillar on the seat in front of me make its coccoon by the battle at Helm's deep, and emerge as a beautiful butterfly by the closing credits. Long fucking movie.

Yesterday I also attempted to get some gifts that I had intended on getting at my trip to the mall, (let me remind you that I had never seen lines out the window and down the fire-escape before that mall trip) and I was semi-successful.

That brings us to today, the penultimate

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Uh Oh! Nobody expects Gregory's Educational Vocabulary Corner! Looks like we have come to today's word!

pe·nul·ti·mate ( P ) Pronunciation Key (p-nlt-mt)
adj.
Next to last.
Linguistics. Of or relating to the penult of a word: penultimate stress.

n.
The next to the last.
[From Latin paenultimus]

Whew! That was fun! Now back to the story in progress...

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day of the Christmas season, the only holiday so important that people just cant wait to get in the spirit of the holiday so they gave it it's own eve. We finally decided to get a tree, and once we brought it home we realized that we had to cut it down to size since it was so big. Then we stood it up in its little holder and it promptly fell over. So now it has some rope holding it up. Very pretty.

By the way, on the trip home from the shopping I saw a santa claus on a motorcycle, spreading holiday cheer loudly wherever he went. I'm still not sure what to think of it.

Lates.
Oh, and MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!

2002-12-22T20:21:00.000-08:00

Yesterday It was off to Mount Fuji, the Japaneese Steakhouse. Wow, what a thrilling experience. So much Japaneese culture packed into an hour and a half. My I'm glad my head didnt explode. I'm not sure if you the reader is knowledgeable about this resturant, but it is one of the most fun (and interactive) resturants there ever was. They cook the food in front of you and do tricks the whole time (Its the Japaneese way) Just so you know, I was celebrating my birthday at the resturant, which meant that I was in store for a birthday surprise from the resturant's waiters. Unfortunately, the glamour of the birthday surprise was slightly worn down by the other five birthday customers which circled our table, who had their surprise before me. You see, what happens is, the lights go out, and a Japaneese man and a Japaneese woman come out, one of them is holding a cake with a candle, and the other one is wearing these cool light up glasses. He puts a pair of the lightup glasses on you, takes your arms with his, lifts them up, dances with them, and sings happy birthday, followed by the words: "BONZAI!!! BONZAI!!! BONZAI!!!" What a thrill.

In other news, driving is awesome.

Today I went Christmas shopping at the Willowbrook Mall. Yes, thats right...3 days before christmas. I guess it was fun if you only count the three seconds where I got to enjoy a piece of chocoloate....mmmmm...but the other 3 hours were a horrible stain on my life's achievements. The "Hour to gifts bought" ratio was something like this:

17 : 1

As you can see, it was not a very successful trip. Thats because most of the hours were spent looking for different members of my family, who never stayed in the same place and went wandering off. Kind of like caterpillars...in a way...Among those things that are simply incredibly expensive except you never really thought they were: Sweaters. Especially from the GAP. Very expensive, like 70 bucks. I went shopping at J. Crew, but I kind of slinked out of the store as secretly as I could when I realized that I couldnt afford a pair of socks at that place. Did you know J. Crew made paint? I didnt know either. Did you also know that Cleveland spelled backwards is "DNA Level C?" Thats also crazy.

Its true that 99 percent of gifts for girls are gotten at bath and body shops. I walked all over the mall, but the only times that I bought something were when I passed "Body Works." Its not like you can get anything at "Imaginarium" or something like that. Sadly, Imaginarium is going out of business, but thats another story. The mall breaks down all laws of the space time continueum (I cant imagine how to spell that). When you are in there after five minutes you feel like you have just run a marathon. Then you walk outside after you have done and realize its the next day. That place gets in your head like a scarab from the mummy. Lates.

"Oh, my brights are on."
"BONZAI!!"

2002-12-19T14:28:00.000-08:00

I passed. Ill update later today.

2002-12-17T18:46:00.000-08:00

I practiced parallel parking today with my father today. Thats because TOMORROW IS MY TEST.
Luckily my father left me a few good things to think about tomorrow: Him cursing wildly at his helplessness as he got his head pressed against his knees when it was caught by the automatic seatbelt for the third time, and him cursing at my bad parallel parking. Not to imply that I have a bad father, since he is the best father, but all of a sudden tomorrow dosent seem so easy. Thankfully everyone I know has given me some good luck and that has made the anticipation easier. Well, except for Amy who has given me what I need the most: pressure and lots of it.

Baskin: your blog's color scheme confounds me every time I go to it. I think like the third or fourth time I was there I noticed what it was that was subtly throwing off my sense of balance completely. Kudos on the cool effect, though.

Hope, I have no idea what you mean by: Gregory Robbins(adjective). Its been keeping me up all night. If you care, answer me in my guestbook.

Amy P: you have some weird dreams, you know that?

Today I felt much better. I didnt have any coughing fits last night which is a first, and I did wake up at a regular time. Yay white blood cells. And powerful perscription drugs. I saw some pictures from the Glen Ridge Candycane Ball. I almost hit the roof when I saw Mike, I totally forgot he was there. Whoa. Jesse Cohen I must say was dressed the best with his red vest and bowler hat. It pains me that I was not there to see Billy dance/eat/speak/exist. He's simply a character.

2002-12-16T17:40:00.000-08:00

Some may argue that the conductor of a symphony's little white stick thingey has solid, legitimate basis in history. These people are wrong. This is probably how it happened: one day a conductor was doing a hard Schumann sonata and the orchestra was struggling. The conductor, lets call him Count B to the izzo for the record, grew very frustrated that not only could the symphony get the piece right, but it was not being very obedient. The count felt that he could do a better job if he had a little magic wand to help him out. Besides, he was an avid Harry Potter fan and the magic wand would make him feel like he always wanted to feel: like a wizard of Hogwarts. So he went down to the local woodworking shop.
"Can you sell me a magic wand? Err, i mean a stick to help me keep better time with the symphony?"
"Carpenter Jack: Sure, whatever you say..."
Thus the wand was born. Dont ask me what prompted this. It simply crossed my mind what a useless asset the conductor's wand is to him. He could keep great time with his hands, even since the wand isnt supposed to simply keep rigid time. Besides, hands are more expressive. But I guess a few vain people need to feel reassured by a powerful wand which is the only thing between keeping the symphony in order and ending up with a few dozen violin bows thrown through their abdomen.

When I went to the doctor he held a stethascope to my back and asked me to breathe deeply (while, of course, making sure that his genitals touched my knees as much as possible and at any time where the opportunity arose) and when I breathed he said he detected some strange sounds in my lungs, which was the source of my pnumonia. By sounds I obviously inferred that there were squirrels running in and out of my alvioli, but I was reassured that it was only the end stages of Pnumonia, the disease that turns your lungs into swimming pools! Except the swimming pools are filled with mucus. I also dont recommend swimming in them at all. It was a bad analogy.

Now I remember where I got the idea for the bit a few paragraphs up about the conductor's wand. It was because today I skipped rehersal to ketchup on the mountain of work I need to makeup. Besides, it was going to be some kind of party for half the rehersal anyway. Let me tell you, these are some great people to party hard with.

Miles, what can I tell you, I cant imagine a campus full of hundreds and even thousands of people more worthy than you to be there. I dont know what your current emotional reaction is to this defferance, but dont let it get you down, because you are going to get into a good school if you are the kind of student that I am pretty sure you are. Hang in there.

Gregory

2002-12-16T12:20:00.000-08:00

While many other schools are hastily preparing for their musicals this winter, Glen ridge has strangely not been creating a hurlyburly of prepation. Weird. I think we started by this time for West Side Story last year....

Two days until my drivers test. Ive been waiting for this my whole life.

Thats all for this second. Ill be back later today.

2002-12-15T08:12:00.000-08:00

Saddam Hussain's biological assault on the United States of America has begun. With me. He has succeeded (by unknown means) to infect me with Pnumonia (nim-own-yah). Ive even got the bits of bloody coughed up mucus to prove it (sorry about that. but if it makes you feel any better, there is no more bloody mucus. I swear).

Unfortunately, because of this ailment, I was forced to miss Glen Ridge's production of Our Town, which apparently was phenominal, electrifying, and terrifying at the same time. The only thing that I got to do was realize the agonizingly slow pace that time was moving. This may have been due to the fact that the pounding of my head was fairly close to the passing of seconds on the clock on the wall. This time going slowly I imagine will continue up until the day I get my liscence. Which is in 3 days. Three. About seven years ago this day I was saying to myself: "Just seven years and three days...thats all." The only difference between then and now, besides being seven years later, is that its not so much of an awe inspiring thing any more. Its just something that is neccesary to me. Damn, I wish it still had some glory left in it.

Ive got a little bit of pressure on me, since If i fail a number of people will not hesitate to break my legs. I cant wait until I pass it though, driving is going to be so much fun. It will be a whole lot more fun once my little old lady's car can support FM radio in addition to its cutting-edge AM system.

I have made once decision which will make my car approximately 17 thousand times hotter, and that is: vanity plates: AMMMMMM. Can't wait.

2002-12-12T15:24:00.000-08:00

This is the third day I have stayed home in a row so far due to my illness. I havent missed three days of school since the sixth grade. Thankfully the thermometer read 98.6 degrees at last check, and if it stays that way maybe I can begin catching up on the cumulative mountain of work that I have missed. Since I spend the whole day resting, everytime that I go to sleep when its actually that time to get some sleep, i cant stay asleep past the witching hour (circa 2:00 AM). Thus, I am forced to entertain myself for four hours until the sun comes up. Ive devised some super-cool ways of passing that kind of time, and here are some of them:

-Counting sheep up to numbers like 5 and 7 hundred.
-Really Really getting into the sheep counting, by imagining ridiculous sheep colors, and weird genetic variations of sheep.
-Inventing real world applications for the random numbers my father is shouting out in his sleep.
-Preteneding that the absolute silence that sometimes occurs for an hour or so is synonymous with the answer "yes." So, I start asking the walls questions, like "Am I the best in the world?"

By the way, this is a good time to note that there are several pros and cons to living in a big old house. The good things are: an old house is beautiful and full of character. The bad things are: heat loss and the FUCKING TERRIFYING NOISES THAT CAN COME FROM EVERY CORNER OF THE ROOM EXCLUSIVELY AT 3 AM. My house has lots and lots of these great noises which are a surefire way to let you sleep easy. Here are some of them:

-Random bangs from the walls. Not just little creaks, its like there is a car backfiring in the vestibule of my room.
-Things that go bump in the night. These "bumps" in the night are things that fall off tables for no reason and roll around as though someone is rustling around in the room.
-Tick. Tock. Like 7 years ago I lost a clock and at about 2:36 when everything is dead silent I can hear a very quiet"...tick...tock." I have no idea where its coming from.
-Labored breathing. I havent a fucking clue what causes it.

Well hopefully this sickness will leave me. Although I hate to admit it, this fever is directly due to me being cold for a large amount of time. I had an orchestra concert on sunday, and the heat was broken, which meant the auditorium was around 4 degrees centigrade for the five hours I was inside it. Wish me better health. Ciao.

Oh, by the way, Amy P's got a blog. Visit it! Cacadoodledoo.blogspot.com

"Ive got lotsa knives"
-Fame

2002-12-10T15:45:00.000-08:00

I was sick today, with a pounding headache, but that didnt stop me from realizing that I had just seen the most confusing, ridiculous movie of all time. I only saw the last ten minutes of it, but during every second of those ten minutes my jaw never left the ground. I was flipping through the channels and I see these two women wrestling in the mud. It is a fairly violent fight. The women have strangely male-like voices and they use a variety of kung fu'ish kicks. A man with a flamethrower is watching them.

Enter Anonymous mud woman #1 and 2

Anonymous mud-woman #1: Ready to see your wife take a mud-dive?

Anonymous mud woman #2: Ahh! Help!

Man with flamethrower: Not today! And I'm getting very angry!

He shows his anger by shooting the flamethrower in the air. Anonymous mud woman #2 gives Anonymous mud woman #1 a kick to the midriff. Enter soviet helicopter and communist
Communist: (with a loudspeaker) Everybody face down in the mud!

Everyone lies face down in the mud except Anonymous mud woman #1 who grabs a silver briefcase from the mud and runs to the helicopter, kisses the communist and gets in. Exit helicopter

Man with flamethrower: Oh well, guess they got away.

Meanwhile, in the soviet helicopter...

Anonymous mud woman #1: I thought you had forgotten about me!

Communist: HahHah...not in a million years.

A man in a suit comes out of nowhere and handcuffs her.

Communist: Hah! We tricked you!
Anonymous mud woman #1: Nooo!!!

cut to a resturant scene. A couple is holding a baby. The man has a strange small pink thing on his head

Enter Man, Woman, and Baby

Man who formerly was holding a flamethrower: Well, have fun?

Man with weird pink thing: Heh, you would be surprised. Like you, we also like to have some fun now and then. Looks like the two of you have been having some fun yourselves!
(general laughter)

Man who formerly was holding a flamethrower: Well, looks like we've got to go!

Random man: Hey, going to be invading cuba anytime soon?

Man who formerly was holding a flamethrower: (wink) Not this week!

general histeria. Cut to a scene of the Man who formerly was holding a flamethrower and his wife, Anonymous Mud Woman #2 preparing their sailboat/motorboat. A spanish man approaches with a knife. Spanish forbodeing music starts playing. Cut to a scene out on the wide open ocean. Man who formerly was holding a flamethrower is steering with his feet. his wife comes and sits next to him

Man who formerly was holding a flamethrower: Ahh, a beautiful day!

Enter evil spaniard

Man who formerly was holding a flamethrower: Chester! What are you doing here!

Spaniard/Mercenary: This time, i'm here to kill you!

Man who formerly was holding a flamethrower turns the wheel and the sail hits the spaniard off the ship

Spaniard/Mercenary: Help! I cant swim!

(Man who formerly was holding a flamethrower throws him a float)

Man who formerly was holding a flamethrower: Ah, now which way to cuba?

Wife points in a random directioni>

Spaniard/Mercenary: No, thats the wrong direction!

Exunt all

I think the name of the movie was Undercover Blues or something like that. In any case it was a very weird experience, one which could only be cured with approximately ten hours of info-mercials, which I hastened to watch. Seriously folks, you should consider the Wonder Rag and Super Cauker. They will make your lives easier.

"Big Boys! Get to stay up past 10! Big Boys! Get to drive cars...."

2002-12-09T12:33:00.000-08:00
Look at Amy..

Isnt she pretty?

2002-12-08T17:54:00.000-08:00
One day left.
One day before the world explodes.
Its gonna be one hell of a show.

Well, actually just replace "one" in the first sentance above with "ten" and the phrase "the world explodes" with "I take my driver's test" and you have the truth of the matter. Im not really nervous about the test, im just excited that the day is coming up. That means that in a week in three days I may or not be legaly on the road.

In other news, I had my first concert for the New Jersey Youth Orchestra. It was a very good show, as far as I can tell. Very few slip ups and pretty much everyone knew what he or she was doing. It was at West Orange high school. The next show will be in Our Lady of Sorrows Church in Maplewood, South Orange. Yes thats right, Our Lady of Sorrows.

On Friday I saw a production of "Fame," starring Amy Patierno as the lead role as Joy. Hey, let me tell you. She was a joy to watch! Hahahaha! Well it may not be obvious that Joy is the lead, since she dosent have as many lines as some other characters, but you can tell that from the way she dances she is obviously the lead. More to come in a few mins, gotta go real quick.

2002-11-26T17:58:00.000-08:00
I feel for my history teacher.

A man named Timmothy Liddy is the most irritable, lazy, indifferent man I know. He also teaches me about the world every day at 9:00. The mind of Mr. Liddy is a complicated thing. A once ambitious, insightful man has been harmfully warped by the worst kids in Glen Ridge High school. Every now and then I can feel the great teacher in him come out from behind a slew of remarks at the class. For instance, Today for a few minutes he had a carefully planned curriculum for the day before he gave up and we started coloring pictures of George Washington. Thats usually the format of the day. A few minutes of labored discussion, a slew of curses and oaths made at the majority of the class, and coloring for the rest of the day. But the Genius is there.One day it will be realized when he gets promoted to a better class.

Half day tomorrow! Woohoo!! I wish they didnt feel twice as long. Sorry bout the short update. Probably more later.

2002-11-25T20:27:00.000-08:00
The Weekend.

Friday: I am casually walking in school and I am approached by a stunning and outrageous proposition: "Greg, Can I get a ride with you to see The Dining Room at Columbia High School?" at this point I have no idea what this person, who shall remain nameless(liz niewood!) was trying to say. But then she explained: somehow word had gotten out that I was going to see "the dining room" which is a play at columbia highschool. Naturally the decision for me to go was made without consulting me. All of this nonwidthstanding, I have set out to review The Dining room as interpreted by CHS drama inc.

Cast of The Dining room:

Miles Klee.

Oh, there were some other people, but they werent important. Except for Alea and Megan.
Somehow this was the second time that I had seen a production of this fairly obscure play. The first time was at passaic valley high school. the PV boys and girls did a fair job at the play, but in blunt terms the final verdict was that Columbia did a vastly superior job. (Hey, truth cuts like a knife! Sorry!) I thoroughly enjoyed the production, which I thought was very smooth and more than a bit creative. All the actors were serious and involved in their scenes, and I assume quite a bit of character analysis was brought into play. Miles, congradulatios on an ammmmazing performance. You were the heart and soul of the show.

I Guess I should shout out to Alea and Megan, because in truth both of you did a wonderful job up there on stage. Megan, i thought your best scene was the scene where the nephew was doing the research on the wasps of northeastern USA. Alea, you did a great job in the birthday party scene. Very convincing. YeeHaw! (though I should say that.)

Afterwards we went to a diner and got some great food. I was so 'ungry that night that the meal was the most satisfying one in a while (though not the best one!).

Saturday:
Whole lot of nothing till the improv performance which went over real well. Later that night got much better though, since although at first Amy wasnt going to be able to come over, she came over anyway and we had a great time. One of the best saturday nights I can remember.

Sunday: Yard work. Raking leaves. Yard work. Krispy Kreme. End of story.

Well cant wait till thanksgiving! Im so glad this is a short week! Hopefully I can see harry potter on wednesday, and I have heard mixed reviews, but most of them indicate that it will be a good movie. Im also fasting for thanksgiving, which means nothing short of the ultimate self indulgement involving pounds of turkey flesh, gallons of cran grape juice, and heaps of pumpkin pie, apple pie, and cheesecake. MMMMMmmmMMMmmmmMMMMmmmmmm....... Mm. Only problem is the large family that will be situated in my house. Oh well. Small price.

23 days left.
Penis.

2002-11-23T18:10:00.000-08:00
25 days till liscence. Phew. cant wait.

More to come later.

2002-11-20T12:26:00.000-08:00
Driver's Liscence countdown:

Its November 20th, I get it December 18th.

Total number of days away: 28

2002-11-19T19:41:00.000-08:00
Wednesday November 20th, the defining moment of the century is going to happen.
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For years researchers have predicted a concert to end all other concerts, of such amazing quality that it puts other to shame
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Thats right, ladies and gentlemen, cancel your broadway plans and get ready for:
The Glen Ridge High School Chorus LaLaPalooza!!

This concert will be filled with all sorts of rip roaring chorus action including:

Let The River Run
Only Time (yes, the enya song)
Elenor Rigby (yes, the beatles song)
True Colors
Bohemian Rhapsody (yes, the queen song)
Random Doo Wop songs (lollipop,lollipop , etc)

Break (Holla!)

Why do fools fall in love
I say a little prayr for you
Buttercup
My girl
Little shop of horrors
Skid Row (DownTown)

As you can see we dont actually have a chorus that can do hard, italian and opera songs. So instead we do songs right from pop culture. I will be accompanying the chorus with the bass while trusty old jed will be bangin along on drumset. We have the liberty of playing elevator music when everyone is getting seated. We are also doing our own little show. Just watch us. We will be the best part of the concert. There will be a girl on the violin and the celley (cello) but they suck anyway. Just look at me and jed.

So like apparently there was a metior shower this morning. If you dont know what that is, its one of those times where all sorts of angels fall out of heaven and burn up in the atnosphere. If you have seen apollo 13 then you know what im talking about. Unfortunately someone decided to have it on a cloudy monday morning. So of course when i woke up the metiors were invisible.
PENIS

School sucks in general. i have three tests tomorrow and a whole lot of homework tonight. the only thing that gets me through the day is that at the end of the week i get to see my friends and special lady. Sometimes i wonder if i have seen the new friends that i have met over the summer before. Like i wonder if i saw Amy Patierno at some movie theatre or on my family trip to canada. I could have definately seen someone like Jeff Budd before. Its just one of those things that happens. Thats just a little philosophical stuff to chew on....every wonder where your life would be if you had done a single thing differently? Like if i had not done the summer show i would be a different man. I wish I could see where i could have been if i had done just a few things different than I did now. Wow. Its scary to think about.

Love. Peace. Chicken grease.

2002-11-19T15:07:00.000-08:00
Driver's Liscence countdown:

Its November 19th, I get it December 18th.

Total number of days away: 29

2002-11-18T19:53:00.000-08:00
Announcing:

The one month to my Driver's Liscence countdown.
its November 18th.

I get it December 18th.

Today's number of days away: 30

2002-11-17T21:26:00.000-08:00
Weekend:

Friday: Saw the production of Big in Glen Ridge. Here is my review. The show started off great, providing succinct background and character analysis of the different sections of people in the play. The prologue was filled with very well choreographed actions, which made for a great start. The two gangs had great attitude and chemistry, and everyone seemed to slip into the puerto rican state of mind fairly well. Oh, wait a second...im reviewing West Side Story instead of Big. Shit.

Oh well, ill start over again. It sucked. Holy shit. Its not just that the actors were bad (which they were! except for regina and) its that the musical itself was jam packed with terrible terrible songs. Songs not even relating to the play! Songs about shoes, cars, jobs, "fun", the dangers of finding candy on the streets, songs about pencils and new apartments and holy shit there were like a thousand songs. Me and amy sat behind this reviewer lady who really seemed to enjoy the show for some reason. You could tell because every time something impressed her, she would bang her forehead with her palm and write something on a little piece of paper and frown. Thats how you know she loved it.

Saturday: Dont remember.
Sunday: Dont remember.

oh shit, i do actually remember saturday. Scott took me to see a play that Ashley Frank was in. Dan picked me up in his very very fine car and we went to West Essex high school to see it. We saw the play in a really cool studio playhouse theatre type thing. The theatre was great in every aspect except that it was 3 degrees centigrade. Oh yeah, Team Lisp was also situated right in front of us. Didnt stop talking in their lispy voices the whole time. "oh my gawd, the phoneth winging again! thop making dat noith!" that phrase and many others were heard. Thankfully Michelle Bosco was there to kick their seats every now and then. After the show we went out to a diner (Ruby Tuesday's) and had a lot of fun. I entertained everyone with my famous magic tricks and jokes. I also did a cool little percussion thing with some glasses and some knives. The plays themselves went over fairly well. Except for the Shakespeare one and the beginning of hard candy.

Wow, was it freezing raining or what?

Well the upshot of the story is that somehow a box of lucky charms appeared on stage after the show and i hurried to swoop it up. Now its safe in my closet, to be used only by me. Muhahahahahaha!

(dances around a lamp post) ...Wooohoooo!
(taming of the shrew)

2002-11-13T18:12:00.000-08:00
My least favorite sensations:

1. Being cold
2. Being wet
3. Being wet and cold

Unfortunately all three occurred recently, since I had to walk home through the driving rain, stepping in puddles of water which went directly through my shoes and into my soul. There is this additional problem with my shoes however. Not to bash my prized California Pumas, of course, but there is one and only one minor problem. The ink that makes them "black" is not actually black ink. It is dark dark dark blue ink. It is also not very well adhered to the actual shoe. Thus, water + ink + foot = purple foot. Yes. Purple foot. Only two things in the universe cause this rare condition: Ebola Zaire and black California Pumas. My foot is gonna be purple for a very long time. Bummer.

Which leads me to the lesson of the day: Why the flickering light behind me is slowly driving me insane. It is, but that is not actually my thought of the day (got you, didnt i?). My real thought of the day is: the reason that I decided to turn gay...Hah! Got you there didnt I? Ok, seriously....this is it: My dream is to become Yukon Cornelius. Alright, I'm done playin. There actually is no real thought of the day.

My review of the Jesus Christ SUperstar Movie:

The first scenes with the whole cast which include heaven on their mind, and whats the buzz sound fairly awful. This is mostly due to the tape which made the band sound like it wasnt there and it made the cast seem like they were singing through a thousand screaming rats. At least the actual picture quality was decent, much better than the west side story one, which made the actors look like abstract paintings. The scenes with only a few actors were by far and away the best (King Herod). Since the stage was just about big enough to hold the rock that is stuck in my shoe right now, it was not the cast's fault that everything looked jumbled.

Not that It was all bad. The vocals in The Temple came out sounding pretty good The light effects in the same scene came across very effectively. Pilate's dream was well done. The statue of liberty couldnt have done it better herself.

ACT II: The best scene in the play happened in act two. It happened in The Last Supper. Oh, Did I say the best scene in the play? Damn, I guess I did. Well I guess it would have been the best scene, had everything else simply been me doing gymnastics tricks for 2 hours. Actually, it still would have sucked in comparison. After the last supper was finally done, Gethsemene got it on. For the first time we could hear the band. Be sure to note my sleeping position during Gethsemene. I worked on that for a while. Herod's song rocked. Easily the best number in the play. The crucifixion in my opinion was one of the best parts of the play. However in the video all you can see or hear is a white amoeba with random yelping of lemurs in the background. Unfortunate. Oh well, what can you do. saturday was better =)

In other news: I CANT WAIT TILL IT ARRIVES!!!!!

2002-11-11T12:27:00.000-08:00
My Weekend:

Wednesday (yes, wednesday) Rush concert. I leave without a few things: my hearing, my voice, and my respect for my own musical talent. These guys are so good at their instruments. Really. I saw my technology teacher there, that was kinda weird. This is also the day I find out that my older brother's job is designing porno websites. Chew on that.

Thursday: I cant remember the morning or afternoon...and im trying really really hard....thats kinda sad. Anyway later i went to hope's house w/ amy and met up with some kinds already there (shevaun) and then nina, mike, little dan, tricia, and some random girls and we partied hard. Watched the new Jesus Christ SUperstar tape. It kinda blew except for king herod. And except for my cartwheel. It was fun though! I ended up spending the night...and ordering a special something for a special someone (you know who I mean!) That was a good day in general.

Friday: The great painting festival begins at 292 ridgewood avenue. I spent that whole day doing nothing but painting. My poor shoes. At least my porches look like someone spilled green and white all over them. In general it was a job well done. Actually that last part was a complete lie. It was neither a good job nor was it done. That would come later. Later I hooked up with amy and hope again and chilled at the patiernos. Had some bonding time with Dan. Watched PSU. Funny.

Saturday. The great painting festival continues at 292 ridgewood avenue. I spent that whole day doing nothing but painting. That is until we had an improv show at the "teen center/cafe/waste of money" we had not rehersed in like 9 months (that was when liz got pregnant. everything just kinda stopped until the baby was born.) anyway the show went surprisingly well and we were invited back to do another show in the future. Phew.

Sunday: I got my bass. I am so happy with it...i cant even put it into words. Only thing is that you have to like take care of it or something. WHatever. If it wants to survive it will. Peace.

elephant!

2002-11-06T13:32:00.000-08:00
Rush concert in 3 hours! Yippe-kai-yay!

This band is ammmazing.

I dont have much time to talk...but I will make a big update in the future.
Sweet dreams, yall..

(musically)And when you get the chance...you are the dancing queen...
young and sweet only seventeen...feel the beat from the tambourine!

2002-11-06T04:33:00.000-08:00
rush concert today! WOhoo!!!!!!!!!!

More to come later.
Amy, you rock my world. Thought you should know that.

2002-11-02T09:47:00.000-08:00
The movie the ring was so amazingly scary ( and awesome ) that it has made me feel that a deep self reflection is long overdue, and that I should assess my present life and the things that I have accomplished and the things I still need to do. Here is the result of my self survey at sixteen (pushing seventeen)

1. I am still alive.
2. I have discovered a reason for keeping the five freckles on my left cheek. (they form the big dipper).
3. I am not a social outcast (I think)
4. I am happy with my weight
5. I have never seriously contemplated suicide or cutting myself
6. The thought of making myself vomit still sickens me.
7. Twizzlers still taste bad to me.
8. So does tomato sauce.
9. You are in my life
10. I know that music is my true ambition
11. I have not died

I also found that the following things are what is bad about me

1. Alot of the time doing nothing is better than doing something
2. I have no self control. Except for a few minor things.
3. I hold grudges against inanimate objects.
4. Instead of throwing socks down the laundry chute, I throw them out when I dont feel like walking downstairs.
5. I cant remember the last time I intentionally poured juice in a cup instead of drinking it from the bottle.
6. I dont enjoy the snacks that my mom buys from the grocery store since I have to eat them up quickly before my brothers do.
7. Chick Flicks still make me cry.
8. I find some kind of sensuousness in chocolate frosting.
9. I am afraid that one day a man will approach me and offer me some raisinetts in return for killing my best friend. Im not sure if I will make the right moral decision.
10. I still stub my toe all the time.

Well thats pretty much the survey. Hopefully I can improve upon some things and keep some things up! In the mean time, the ring is one fucked up awesome movie. See it.

2002-10-29T19:29:00.000-08:00
Happy Daylight Savings time everybody!
Its that magical time of year where everyone sets their clocks back just for the hell of it and everyone stays in happy happy dreamland for that extra glorius hour. When all the little children wake up they run to the tree where presents of red and gold and glitter await for them. The frost encrusted windows show a snow sprinkled suburban town for only one day a year, even if you live in the city, and stockings are filled with candy, games, and whoppie cusions.

Except for me, of course since I was stuck in a cold, rat infested subway for 2 and a half hours in New York city on the sunday of daylight savings time. Thats right kids, instead of knowing my minor holidays, I woke up extra early for my lesson in the city, hopped on an early bus, and got into the city one hour and a half earlier than I expected. Not only this, but there was subway construction so I got stuck with my bass bow in a crowded train car with the company of: a wild eyed child molestor, a man claiming to be my grandfather, the sniper, and osama bin laden.

When I got to the apartment of my lesson, the doorman wouldnt let me in cause i was too early. I was forced to sit and read vanity fair on the sidewalk and eat a cold potato knish. Ah, la tragedia de la bella porte... Thats italian for "Lets all conspire and make greg's life a living hell and steal all of his krispy kreme doughnuts."

Well thats all folks. Happy daylight savings time!

"Ive got a little umbrella, as pretty as can be..."

2002-10-27T16:59:00.000-08:00
HALLOWEEN PARTY 2K2!!

Brotha, it rocked the proverbial hizouse. Naturally, when I attempted to arrive fashionably late, I ended up being there 1 and a half hours early. New Record. People started arriving at about 7:10 and the total names of people were:

Myself (Jeff Budd)
the Patiernos (rocco and denise)
hope
liz n
liz h
miles k
mari x
dan s
michelle b
scott p
julia s
shevaun
amy k
(the aforemention's boyfriend)
I might be forgetting someone. If you are that someone remember that I am very fragile. Dont hit me too hard.

The party featured the Bugel playing of Greg Robbins and his accompaniaments (miles, amy k, amy k's boyfriend, amy p, liz h, dan, and many many more) but naturally the star was me. But getting past the bugel playing, there were other cool things. Such as dan's satan costume and liz h and julia's orgasm wands. There was also the bugel/guitar/drum/mandolin jamboree extraveganza and the wrestling between hope and miles and scott. Scott usually wins, since he has such good training with julia.

I was in New York City today for a bass lesson that i had to wake up at 7 for. (i know.) I was rudely reminded of my least favorite city sensation: Having an unknown drop of liquid drop onto your skin from an unknown place. Whenever this happens i look around frantically trying to locate the source of the drop (always in vain) and always feel extremely contaminated for the rest of the day. I have it when that happens! But i also got to eat some krispy kreme doughnuts. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.......Mnnnnnnnnnnnnn.....MMMMnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...MMMMnnnnnnnn!! To cap off this article (as they say in france) I met a friend of mine on the bus ride back. Zach Abramson. WHat are the chances of that?

Have a safe trip back to your homepage everyone and I leave you with this:

"Guess where I'm calling you from? My room! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

2002-10-23T15:53:00.000-07:00
I was pleasantly surprised yesterday when somehow Hope and Amy called me at the exact same time(using hope's "three way calling service") and I was invited to Amy's for tea and crimpets. Actually there was neither tea nor crimpets to be found . However we had fun nevertheless. We went to this cool cafe/resturant place (mike went too) and made foil paper cranes. Mine was the best. After the resturant we all went back to the house and took turns dancing to beatles (oo ba di)/some african zulu, and i think a les mis song. It was good times. However It was all fun and games until Hope tripped and gashed her cheekbone open on the side of the piano. We had to rush her to the hospital as she was bleeding, but she was fine except for her cut, but the blood made us all nervous. Phew, thank god she was alright. She really hit that piano hard. Well thats basically it, other than i have a new joke, which will be revealed shortly. Happy Mole Day!

P.S. Hope never got hurt. That was made up.

Oo la di, oo la da, life goes on...

2002-10-23T13:54:00.000-07:00
Tuesday I got to see Amy Mike and Hope. Yay for surprises. I received a dual phone call from hope. Meaning that both AMy and Hope were on the phone with her quote on quote "three way calling system." We all said Ammmmazing at the same time. Anyway we hopped the quickest flight to South Orange and when we collected (me and hope) the patiernos, we made our way to a little cafe/resturant where we made paper cranes and ate extremely hot chocolate. Then we went back to their house and chilled for a while, and took turns doing african/ballet/beatles dances. I made up a good joke, but you are just gonna have to wait till next issue to hear it!

2002-10-21T12:47:00.000-07:00
The work I have ahead of me for tomorrow is beyond words. Yet I choose to play bass and fool around instead of getting it done. Why, i tell you...why?

2002-10-20T06:44:00.000-07:00
The fates work in mysterious ways.

I have been sick twice this year. The first was food poisoning, which I got directly after eating some Thai food. Never again. I spent that night wracked by feverish shivering and sporadic vomiting. Good times.

The second time was food poisoning, which I got directly after eating some Chineese food. Never again. I spent that night wracked by feverish shivering and sporadic vomiting. But with one little extra tidbit. The next morning was PSATs, which I have been prepping for countless hours for, which of course i was too sick to go to. I cant ever take it again. That was my chance. Fuck. Other than that, Hope's birthday party, which i was dying to go to, was beyond my leprous grip, and I found out that in a turn of events Amy was going to be allowed to go, and since i was doomed not to see her or anyone else for the weekend, it made everything worse. Good times.

However i did set a record for hours of tv watched by me in a single day and a record for number of movies watched by me in a single day. I must have watched reruns of Moulin Rouge like 3898729874838923 times. However I awoke this morning not remembering anything about that movie. Seriously. I watched jesus christ superstar. That was cool (ah, memories...). And I watched some woody allen flicks (sleeper, love and death...) and I watched the fugitive and a bunch of other movies which made no impression on my poisoned body. Thats pretty much my weekend, except that friday was very good.

By the way, if something says "sampler" dosent it mean that its free?

2002-10-15T16:09:00.000-07:00
Man, is it raining hard or what?

Today there was a meeting of the Darren Gage Club. I mean the drama club. Guess what? (Chicken butt) they are changing the spring musical! It is no longer Guys and Dolls! Apparently poor Darren felt that the choice of Guys and Dolls was forced upon him and that it was not appropriate to do this year, immediately following West Side Story. The play that we are doing is called "Merrily we roll along." or something like that. Its a cool concept. But its impossible to see a movie of it. Hopefully it will all work out.

Sorry I havent updated in a while...blogger has been like broken or somethin. Whateva

I have started to love my gym class. Instead of the usual terrible games that we play (step aerobics, handball,various other "pinnie" games) we are playing speedball. This game is so good. Two teams face eachother with a goal and the object is to put a ball in the goals BUT you can hold it with your hands but you cant move and you can throw to pass and shit and you can dribble it places. Its fun. Believe me. In other news i scored a home run in kickball today (Holla!) and managed to get a 23 on my AP Chem test. Yeah. THe class average was a 42 (yes, this is out of 100 points).

I think there is going to be a fund raiser for the drama club so it looks like the Rockin' Robbins might have another gig. At the glen ridge train station. ill keep yall posted.

"Let my camron go!"

2002-10-10T18:16:00.000-07:00
I just finished studying for a 5 chapter AP chemistry test. Let me put it this way:

The proverbial shit has hit the fan.

No, the proverbial shit is not in the process of hitting the fan (i.e. following a trajectory which will eventually lead to connection with the fan), nor is it in the state of not being everywhere. It has hit the fan. You may be thinking "Greg, what happened when the shit hit the fan?" and I can answer that question simply. Shit at rest tends to stay at rest unless acted upon by another force. (Avogadro's 1st law of the motion of shit along a horizontal axis) However the shit in question was hefted by my Chemistry Test, and followed a crash course with the fan (ceiling fan). Upon connection with the fan you may be figuring that it would simply drop to the floor. But no. The shit, evenly spreading itself on the concave sections of the fan, proceeded to fly all around the room, covering everything. That is what has happened.

Nothing depresses me more than a website about people who are depressed by every single facet of the world. I mean seriously, come on. Can you really be mad at everything? I have come to a conclusion. It is impossible to be genuinely upset about everything all the time. So it must not really be about depression or anger at the "conformist world."

Studies show that 83.7% of children who molested in their youth grow up to become engineers in the field of developing new polymers for gummy bears. But in a survey more related to the topic that we were talking about in the first place, approximately 71.6% of kids who are spat upon by the drivers of ice cream trucks become the owners of websites decked out in black which are devoted to updating every 30 minutes about the state of the world in their eyes (namely, a planet full of shits. And giggles. But mostly shit). These updates are well thought out and very diverse. Let me give you an example:

[10.3.2002]

Hey, you wanna know what? I'm fucking sick of everything. I hate my life right now, NOTHING is going good. I dont see any colors in the world. Everybody is a bastard and is out to get me. Even my chameleon turned against me. Not even town house crackers make me feel better any more. Im gonna go mindlessly eat and gain weight and then be depressed.

As you can see this person is in dire need. There is hope and color in the world! But it is also possible that you are actually color blind. But more importantly, you are on a crash course for permanant depression and you must visit a combination of six flags and Candy Castle immediately. Candy castle does not actually exist but I think its a damn good idea.

I had detention today. Which is really ironic since i had to get this stupid paper box thing that we had to make for homework from my locker between the periods of gym and math and when i finally got back at my math class with the stupid paper box the bell had rang. I promptly was sent to detention for getting something i was assigned to make. And its not like i can carry it around all day! I needed to go to my locker! Shevaun was there. She helped make things more bearable. (Holla!) ............ (Holla back!)

Word.

2002-10-09T13:38:00.000-07:00
We had a colledge fair today. It was another biting reminder that at some point I need to do some serius thinking about my future. But colledge is a subject for another day(years from now)! Lets move on! Me and my brothers got tickets to a rush concert and we got some GOOD tickets. They were 75 buckerooz but they were worth it. We are very very close. Its one of our little "Brother Bonding Trips." This one should be better than that camping trip a few years back. That ended in tragedy. Actually, it ended in all of us clutching eachother in fright and terror at the noises coming from directly outside our tent, which hinted that just outside the flap there could be a deer, or a squirrel, or a dragon. We then concluded that it was a dragon. Or at least some kind of scaled fire breathing creature. Seriously, these weird noises happened all night. Just picture myself, two younger brothers, and my older brother huddled together freezing...watching...waiting...for the inevitable death. Luckily we survived. But this rush concert should be a better get together.

We are playing a new sport in Gym class, since I know you are all dying to know. We are playing speedball, a game that at which I am a fantastic goalie. We have a new gym teacher, since you are all dying to know, and we dont know his name. He looks like he deserted the german army and showed up at our school. In any case we call him G.I. Gym. (hehe, "jim" and"gym are the same when you say them! TeeHee! <3 )

I would like to take this time to declare that I am indeed a heterosexual and the above comment was for quote "shits and giggles."

Ah...its hump day. In case you dont know, hump day means wednesday. Jeez get your mind out of the gutter. Ah...nothing like hump day to brighten your smile. Then again, everyday could be hump day if you really want it to.

Ahem...
Holla!

Did I get it right that time?

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2002-10-07T12:51:00.000-07:00
Monday! School! Wohoooo!!

This weekend was a thriller. Nonstop action. Except for sunday.

On friday I was convinced to see how I would like playing bass for my marching band. It was fun and it looks like I would have had an ok time (except for of course, not having a life outside the marching band) except that I cant fit it in my schedule. Later that day as I stood lonely playing my upright bass, Amy stuck her head through my doorway, nearly sending me through my ceiling with fright(Not that she scared me because she is ugly. She scared me because she startled me ) ... ANyway I was kidnapped and whisked off to hope's house where we listened to the Australian Cast's recording of Jesus Christ Superstar. Let me assure you that the aussie version was amazing, and you have to listen to it if you want to know how bootylicious it is. Seriously...this cd lays you over its knee and spanks you. In a ... kinky kind of way... Shevaun was also there (Halah!) and we ate chocolates and made fun of a middle school yearbook (Shevaun hits the nail on the head when she noted that middle school is a terrible trick God plays on all of us when we are that age: When teeth were crooked and hair was messy and tummys were fat and when it is impossible to tell if some kids are girls or boys (Here's lookin at you, Adrian).

The next morning I did not do much except practice bass for a while, but at the end of the day I got a call that perhaps I could sleep over at the Patierno's. I got picked up by Stefani and we drove to South Orange/Maplehood/Columbia high school to pick up hob-knob with amy and michael from their band competition. We arrived at the school and let me tell you...that school is big. and I mean BIG. Its like castle big...or skyscraper big...or cathedral big...or fortress big! Yeah...ill stick with fortress. But a BIG fortress. Seriously. It was big.

We then went to the bat cave (the patierno house) and watched two movies: Stigmata , and the Nightmare before Christmas. Both were real good. Stigmata was real weird. Lots of christ realated stuff. Not to say that Nightmare before Christmas wasnt weird. Cause think about that movie....there isnt a second where it isnt really fucked up when you think about it. I ended up sleeping over. I was not to keen to waking up that next morning in time to leave at 10:00. Damn. Well thats my weekend. Lets hear about yours. Sign my guestbook!

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2002-10-03T17:31:00.000-07:00
Math project.....why?

The brutal uselessness!!!!

Why??

Tell me Tell me....why must it be so unfair?

Maybe if you were around, the time wouldnt be so painful.

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2002-10-02T17:19:00.000-07:00
I had this conversation with Jeff Budd on the summer play:

uprightmanshark:hello
Jeffact2: ?
uprightmanshark: this is greg robbins, from jesus christ superstar
Jeffact2: Hea greg, whats up?
uprightmanshark: nothing much, I just remembered your screen name so i figured i'd catch up on things
Jeffact2: cool
uprightmanshark: so, anything new on the next summer play?
Jeffact2: Not really , we are still trying to figure out what to do
uprightmanshark: i gotcha
uprightmanshark: have meetings been going on?
Jeffact2: mostly on the phone, we should get it decided by December hopefully
uprightmanshark: nice.
uprightmanshark: mind telling me the candidates?
Jeffact2: no can do
Jeffact2: hahahaa
uprightmanshark: arg
uprightmanshark: hmm...maybe just one tiny candidate?
Jeffact2: ahhh
Jeffact2: no
uprightmanshark: oh well, thanks anyway
Jeffact2: sorry man, youre just gonna have to wait like everyone else!!! 8-)
uprightmanshark: ok then =)
uprightmanshark: I have a question
Jeffact2: sure, go ahead.
uprightmanshark: have you ever shot heroin?
Jeffact2: yeah, i used to, back in the day.
uprightmanshark: nice. I just started
Jeffact2: So you're new to smack, eh?
uprightmanshark:Sure am. The only problem is, is that i cant really get a good vein to shoot up in.
Jeffact2: Well you need to apply a turniquit.
uprightmanshark: A what?
Jeffact2: Well its simple. Just take your belt and wrap it around your bicept and tighten it. That will make your veins pop out. THen shoot away.
uprightmanshark: awesome, thanks for the tip.
Jeffact2: Thats what im here for.

2002-10-02T16:58:00.000-07:00
My dad brought home my grandmother's car today. Its actually quite new looking, surprisingly. Its a cool shade of green, it has a great sound and cd system, it handles nicely, and all in all is a great car. Perfect for me.

Actually it was created in approximately 31 BC, features a stunning array of radio stations (AM) ... wait, scratch that. No radio. Yet. It is turquoise. Well actually it is a lie to say it is turquoise. It was once turqioise. It has lost about two thirds of its paint. However it truely is a perfect car for me. I like it a whole lot. It has character. And we all know that that is what really matters.

Hmmmm
Hmmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

...cant wait till saturday

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2002-10-01T15:30:00.000-07:00
I hate math. Particularly my class, which is math analysis. I feel like they took everything I hate about math, absolutly everything, making sure nothing was left behind, and made a class called Math Analysis. I dont even know what Math Analysis means. What I do know is that it is supposed to be the idiot math class for students who dont want to work. Our teacher does not understand that and assigns a consistant hour of homework every single night. That fuckin. I dont mean to complain, but I simply dont want to do any work. Which Is why I took the class in the first place. Ah, the beauty of life.

By the way, We managed to get Liz Heinzen nominated for Homecoming Dutchess. THat means she gets to ride on a car during homecoming and stuff. I hope she wins. THat is amazing.

And in other news, in the most upsetting result in history, Shevaun was not nominated for Homecoming Queen. We here at the cultural mecca that is Glen Ridge High School feel that this is a grave injustice to humanity. Ah, the irony!!

This week is moving slower than a slug with down syndrome. When will it end?

I miss you.. 10 more days. (or 4, counting saturday)

Guess what, everybody? I now have a guestbook, so be sure to check in and write about your thoughts or about your general comments. Anything is appreciated.

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2002-09-30T20:03:00.000-07:00
Just got home from rehersal. If you dont know, I play double bass with the New Jersey youth orchestra. Good times. ANyway, we had sectionals today, which is where the different sections of the orchestra play with a special teacher to help us get out shit straight. Me and the other bassist had a special teacher today, who happens to be a friend of my older brother's and a student who takes lessons from my teacher. he was this awesome jamacian guy who referred to people playing the bass being like jedi turning to the dark side. It was awesome.

Losing friends can be tough

But losing sentimental hemp necklaces can sometimes be tougher.

2002-09-29T16:56:00.000-07:00
Wow this seemed like a long weekend...I wonder why.

Yesterday was a cool day. I hung out with hope and amy and we went to a few places, one of which was a local band type thing in montclair. We got sushi first, which was awesome, except for Amy who hates the sea. And Japaneese people. But she wont admit to that one. This girl Amy Klein was playing the electric violin. I have never seen one of those before and it was really cool, except that for some reason the girl playing the violin thought she sucked. Oh well.

We went out in a long and humorous car ride featuring the antics of Mike Berger, our resident drunk goofy comedian. The car was also made much cooler by the old man pipe, which I cannot believe worked. Afterwards we chilled at hope's house and ate all her food. I cannot believe how much food she had. I never ever ever ever ever have that much food in my house for more than about ten minutes. Mmmmm....sun chips.....

And now, time for greg's poetry corner

Mindy skips through the flowers
With her companion, hope bowers.
She picks them all, the reds and blues
and decorates her hair and shoes
she skipped back home, to eat some candy
but didnt see her big dog Randy.
He was very hungry, oh yes he was
and you ask why? well ill tell you cuz.

Cause he wanted to kill Mindy, so he did. Then he ate her.

2002-09-28T14:29:00.000-07:00
My room is lookin pretty good. For those of you who dont know, my room has been transformed into a wild seizure inducing palace of color, featuring murals from such books as WHere the Wild Things Are, Why mosquitoes buzz in people's ears, and more. Ill post some pictures of the room as soon as it is finished.

I saw Event Horizon again yesterday. That movie is freaky beyond belief. THe writers of the script are without a doubt clinically ill. I cannot stress enough the fact that there is a room and a hallway that are COMPLETELY COVERED IN SPIKES. Not only are there rooms filled with spikes for no reason, but the spikes themselves have spikes attatched to them. See the movie. Its crazy. Somehow amy wasnt scared. She's just weird. I know its scary.

2002-09-26T14:50:00.000-07:00
Halloween is coming! Mmm...I cant wait for those little pumpkins that are made out of the same stuff as candy corn. Im not sure what I am going to be for Halloween. Apparently there will be some kind of party. Ive never been to a haloween party before. Unfortunately this year, I cant be what I had been in many previous years: Suicide Bomber. Yeah. And it was such a good costume. Oh well. An ammmmmmmmazing coincidence happened. It turns out, this girl that I knew named Amanda Kingston, who moved in the eith grade or something like that now goes to Columbia high school and sits next to no other person than Amy Patierno. WhoOoOah...Chew on that.

We voted for our homecoming king and queen and the royal court. As it turns out numerous amounts of people voted for me for the court. If I won I think I would have officially conquored the world. I voted none other than
Shevaun Gray
for homecoming queen. I forced 5 other people to do so as well. Hopefully she will win.

Just in case any of you were wondering, I gradually got myself used to regular amounts of light after a long and painful period of gradual exposure.

Im very happy, do you know why?
I'm the greatest little dancer, and thats no lie.
(Thought i might treat yall to this little piece of poetry)

2002-09-25T18:14:00.000-07:00
Right now I'm trapped. In a prison thats made from neither bars nor spikes nor streaming lines of green code. This is a prison made from eyeglass frames. Essencially, a pair of large Ozzy Ozbourne sunglasses. You might be thinking "Hmm, I wonder what happens when antimatter galaxies and regular galaxies collide". But hopefully your thinking "how is greg trapped inside a pair of sunglasses? The answer is simple. About six hours ago I discovered the said pair of Ozzy glasses and I put them on and forgot about them. Then I started to redesign my blog. I hope you like it. THe problem lies in the fact that if i take these off for a second, i will instantly be attacked by poisonous artificial light, to which I have no defences any more. They became vestigial and rotted away. Just like Miles' appendix. My plan is to go to sleep with the glasses on and wear them for the rest of my life, or gradually let them go through gradual reassimilation with the nation of sunglass-less people. I'm out

peace.
PS - I hope you like the new format.
Do you come here often?

2002-09-25T15:40:00.000-07:00
Today some men came to my house and took away all my trees! My precious trees! They watched me and my family when we grew up and always gave us shade and comfort! They were all giving trees!

So we repaid them by annihilating them with large pieces of industrial machinary. My poor cat is sulking and probably wont talk to anyone for at least three days. He does that when he is sad about something. IN this case, his favorite climbing tree is gone. Oh well.

Hmmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

I cant think of amything more to say at the moment. The pain is just that bad. One good thing did happen though, our neighbor gave us like 100000 toys from when her now college son was a little tyke. I wish I was young enough to play with em again. Oh well.

2002-09-24T20:58:00.000-07:00
Just a little conversation with one of Amy's friends

uprightmanshark: Hey! =)
EvolutionSkiptMe: hey whos this
uprightmanshark: its scott, from camp!
EvolutionSkiptMe: ummm
EvolutionSkiptMe: camp?
uprightmanshark: yeah, remember? I helped you learn to fish..
EvolutionSkiptMe: wat camp is this...?
uprightmanshark: camp granger
EvolutionSkiptMe: ohhhhhhh!!!!!!!
EvolutionSkiptMe: wow!
uprightmanshark: =)
EvolutionSkiptMe: i hav no idea where that is
uprightmanshark: hmm
uprightmanshark: you are russian right?
EvolutionSkiptMe: i speak russian
EvolutionSkiptMe: so u could say that
uprightmanshark: thats cool
EvolutionSkiptMe: yea
uprightmanshark: yeah...then i guess you are who im talking about
EvolutionSkiptMe: umm
EvolutionSkiptMe: no
uprightmanshark: thats so weird. what are those chances that both of you speak russian?
EvolutionSkiptMe: wat r u talkin about
EvolutionSkiptMe: wait
EvolutionSkiptMe: is this camp in pa?
uprightmanshark: yep
EvolutionSkiptMe: omg!
EvolutionSkiptMe: i just met a russian chik in my school the other day who told me she went to camp granger!
EvolutionSkiptMe: thats so weird
EvolutionSkiptMe: wait so howd u get my sn?
uprightmanshark: kaitlyn gave it to me
EvolutionSkiptMe: kaitlyn who?
uprightmanshark: shelffo
EvolutionSkiptMe: omg shes like my best friend!!
uprightmanshark: really??
EvolutionSkiptMe: wait wats ur last name..y did she give u my sn?
EvolutionSkiptMe: yea man
uprightmanshark: well, my cousin once played field hocky with her. do you play field hockey?
EvolutionSkiptMe: yes....
EvolutionSkiptMe: whos ur cousin?
uprightmanshark: her name is andrea
EvolutionSkiptMe: hmm
uprightmanshark: dosent ring a bell?
EvolutionSkiptMe: garrison?
uprightmanshark: nope
EvolutionSkiptMe: WHO R U?
EvolutionSkiptMe: wats ur last name....do u go to chs...y would kait give u my sn?
uprightmanshark: well I went to our lady of sorrows
EvolutionSkiptMe: wat grade r u in?
uprightmanshark: right now im a senior
EvolutionSkiptMe: where do u go?
uprightmanshark: glen ridge high school
EvolutionSkiptMe: y would kait give u my sn?
uprightmanshark: well you got me there. sadly i have a confession to make since my name isnt scott
EvolutionSkiptMe: kaitlyn
EvolutionSkiptMe: ?
EvolutionSkiptMe: amanda!
uprightmanshark: nope =) im a friend of amy patierno
EvolutionSkiptMe: amy!!!!!!
EvolutionSkiptMe: so who r u?
uprightmanshark: sorry, this thing was just our little joke
EvolutionSkiptMe: thats cool
EvolutionSkiptMe: who is this tho

yeah. i kinda lost it at then end there
Now everythings figured out now that the joke's over.

2002-09-24T20:23:00.000-07:00
Hollywood High.....simply put it is the best game ever. Ok, so maybe it isnt exactly a game, but it is the best computer program ever. It allows you to choose from a variety of character shapes, and scenes, and sound effects, and best of all, YOU write the script. Make it as deep, as funny, or as thoughtful as you want it to be. Regardless, it all comes out funny. What a game! Today, on my first try with it, I was able to make a shakespeare/red coat/teen plight/child rape epic which I can safely say is one of the defining pieces of literature of the 21st century. Maybe it dosent compare to "Sing sing," but i think it is still decent. I got to play the game at the Patierno's house, right before eating a whole lot of chineese food.

Mmmm...chineese food....chhhhhhhh

2002-09-24T12:31:00.000-07:00
I'm taking a photography class. Its pretty much the coolest class I take. My teacher is this cool, down to earth guy named Vinny T. I recently found out that he was once the national bowling champion. Go figure. Today I'm kinda sad. Just thought I'd throw that one out there. Have you ever tasted some brand new food which you simply fell in love with and then only had the chance to eat it once in a while? Well thats my plight exactly. Simply replace the crab-sushi with a beautiful girl named Amy. Three more days. Damn.

I can't wait till I get a car.

oo ba do

2002-09-23T18:57:00.000-07:00
The callous on my right pointer finger has increased its girth exponentially. Predictably, at this rate, in a few months it could compromise the gravitational force of the earth, which would in turn start revolving around my callous. Thats what Bass playing will do to you.

Miles, i hope you feel better after your appendix surgery. I know how much that sucks*

*well, actually i dont know how much that sucks. However, due to string theory (theoretically) there exists somewhere an alternite universe, among others, in which this situation (among others) proves to be true. In other words, in an alternate dimension I too had appendicitus and had mine removed henceforth i can therefore indirectly feel your pain. Feel better.

2002-09-23T12:55:00.000-07:00
Mmmm.....butterscotch pudding...mmmmm.

Getting back to reality, I might be getting a car soon. It is spacious, almost new, and very cozy feeling with a great radio. As for the rest of the car, all you need know is that I like my cars like I like my women: white, clean, fast, and with an efficient gas mileage. Not to mention two lifesaving airbags. The car has all of these things. Except that I dont like white women. Err, I mean white cars. This one is white but i can deal with it. I have a meeting of state orchestra today. Yall should come and see a performance when the show comes to town. As it turns out, we are playing at Our Lady of Sorrows church in South Orange. And ALlice Tully hall in Lincoln Center. THats all for this hour, check back in about forty five minutes when i have something new. I'm out.

2002-09-22T19:57:00.000-07:00
I went to a moe. concert. It was suckey but my friends seemed to think it was awesome. I feel bad hating it so, because I was treated to the tickets for this kid Jed's birthday. I left the concert for a minute to get some fresh air and some fresh sound. However the bouncer man, Pepe, would not let me back in. Luckily enough, there was a dramatic foil to me, in the form of a stupid think white drunken man, who would approach Pepe and call him things like "Stupid cocksucker" and "useless bastard." Pepe does not have much patience. Pepe proceeded to warn foolish drunken skinny sweaty white man, who shall remain nameless, but he kept being a bastard and needless to say, Pepe removed him with force. I later befriended pepe, by removing a thorn from his paw. Actually, later when was on break, we started conversing and i told him my jokes, which he enjoyed thoroughly. We talked, lightly on such subjects ranging from tropicana orange juice to social tolerince in the middle east. Eventually, he let me back in. Way to go, Pepe.
I'll talke this time to let you all know that right now i am talking to Amy on the phone right now. This is not just any conversation, as conversations go, but a sonic voyage of love, with our phones being the ship which will eventually arrive at the Land of Happiness. The sound of her voice is like sledding down a hill of powdered sugar: sweeter than the birds, the bees, and the silence of the trees. By thinking about a moment with her, is like being instantly gratified on all my levels...achieving a level of completeness that i would otherwise have to be reborn a thousand times to find again. In other words, a state of nirvana. Nirvana...that word rearranged spells ana...which is not Amy's name but is palindromatic, and mirrorlike, just like the way my most inner desires are feeling like when they stare at Amy through my delighted eyes.

embarassed yet, amy?

But actually spending time with her, touching her angelic skin, as white and flawless as ever a block of white marble can be, can not be described in words, but must instead be described in Awesome-o-meters. A moment with her is about 30,000 Awesome-o-meters. When I am with her i am blinded to the unbelieveable ugliness of a planet which is not her...which is made worse by her very existance...existing only to make her even more glorius.

By the way, Pepe's real name is not pepe. Amy made his name up.

love
peace
...and chicken grease.

2002-09-19T12:36:00.000-07:00
Weird day. I lost my lab sheet. Looks like i'm gonna have to pull an all nighter. The only good news is that I set a new high score on my Bop-it Extreme. 216. I found out that I am going to play bass for my chorus to assist in their rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody. That sounds like a whole heap of fun. The Phish concert tickets go on sale tomorrow, and if I get tickets the show is gonna be a crazy one. For those of you who dont know, the band has been on hiatus for about 2 and a half years and this is their first concert in all that time. Oh yeah, and this concert happens to be on New Years Day. One of the following could happen:
-The Apocolypse.
-We could avoid the crowd and escape with our lives.
-We could mistakedly catch the crowds and drown in a sea of frothing bodies.
By the way, I am halfway done painting my room. Thank god for the creative geniuses that are and always will be Amy, Hope, and Liz. So far I have this african dude playing a hand drum on this big wall, this cool, insane looking pattern progression that is slowly taking over like some kind of creative crabgrass. As for my participation, I am trying to use this thing called 'The Tracer' to get this scene from Where the Wild Things Are. In addition to the paintings all over, I hung two huge tyedye sheets on this one wall which makes everything that much more colorful. This hippy hobby is courtesy of Amy, and they would have been better if when we hung them out to dry, it didnt start raining. Thats right. Raining. Just so you know, I made up two awesome jokes. Many of you have heard em, but wow...just in case you havent:
Question: What do you call evaporated milk?
Answer: Dairy air

*nudge*nudge* get it?

Question2: What is the most dangeroud trail to follow?
Answer: Ant tracks.
With that note I leave you for now.

gregory

2002-09-18T17:12:00.000-07:00
Well it looks like ive got a nice little internet apartment setup here...on this so called blog-spot. I guess ill skip the introductory stuff, and get to the vast catalogue of my daily events and emotions.

This monday was great for me. Instead of having school (thank god for jews) I was invited by Amy P. (for those of you who dont know her, she is some girl I know. She is also very ticklish. Thought you might need that bit of info) to go with her family into the big apple for this gala/feast/carnival/deathtrap thingey. It was the festival of san somethingorother. But getting past those superficial details, the event was fun for the whole family and fun for the taste buds. There was a palooza (I apologise for that adjective) of Italian food and of course, Zeppolis. When sitting down in a nice Italian bakery, a traveling seronader jauntered up to our table and before we could say anything, he launched into an elaborate introduction which pretty much got rid of your chances of escaping a hearty sonic slap on the back. The man sang Old Man Rivers, which Amy selected, and it was very good.

Ahh, this week is slow already, even though it is going to be a short week. there has been all of this shit on my shoulders. I got into a prestigious orchestra which reherses frequently and the only excuse that you have for missing a rehersal is if you contract the ebola virus. In the case that you skip a rehersal, you are subsequently sent on an all expenses paid trip to communist Haiti as punishment. Along with this orchestra, I've got a bunch of....

Hold up! Public service announcement! Amy just got a call back for this play she auditioned for called Fame. Holler. (Holler back!)

Speaking of whic, lets spend a good hour on that subject. She's got a football game on saturday. Well she isnt playing football, jeez. Get your mind out of the gutter, sexface. She's in the marching band's drumline. Well she isnt inside the actual drums, jeez. Get your mind out of the gutter, boobass. Seriously, with all playing aside, El Maximo Estupido, it looks like the Columbia HS football team is in for a beating, but hey, the enemy's band dosent have hats nearly as good as the Columbia Band. Its been about three days and no Amy. The last time was in the city, and i'm looking forward to an interesting saturday watching her march. Well hopefully afterwards there will be something more interesting than the football game in everybody's favorite center of the universe: Maplewood, south orange. Damn, i really am to tired to write anything really good. Sorry Amy, I cant immortalize everything about you in this update, but I promise the next update will be a more coherent one. Ill make it up. Maybe a massage =)

gregory