Weird coincidence revealed today. From now on, every time someone mentions someone that has the same name as someone I know, I'm inquiring further.
Other than that, nothing much interesting happened today.
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So, apparently, some site is running a competition for a few of these new amazing Halo headsets that cost $50, but people say they're a ton better.
I don't really care, but my brother really wants one.
To win, you have to impress the people at this Halo fan site.
You have to understand how much my brother obsesses over the Xbox video game Halo. I'm talking day and night obsessing about this thing.
So he's sitting, staring at his computer, Halo music playing in the background, and he's pondering.
And he turns to me, and he says:
"What can I do to impress the people at this site?"
I respond:
"Get a girlfriend?"
posted by gregory @ 9:01 PM
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So yeah, had a good night tonight.
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The first day of Astronomy, I go in, and sit someplace, and then these kinda emoish indie guys come and sit on the row next to me. They don't acknowledge my existence, or talk to me, or anything, the first four days of class (two weeks).
Next time I go in, that row is used up, and (yay) the space next to the hot indie chick is open. I sit there. Next time, I get there before her, sit sort of next to where she might sit, bingo, she picks a seat next to me.
I'm feeling pretty good about myself at this point.
Then, I go to class today, and am getting in line to get into the classroom, and one of the emo guys (in a Pixies shirt he got from a recent concert, no less) sees me, gets my attention, and is like, "Hey, man, you don't like sitting with us any more?"
I respond with puzzlement, "I didn't even know you guys noticed I was there."
"Oh, sure!"
So, today, I sat with them, instead of hot indie girl. Oh well.
On the upside, the guy says he'll let me borrow his copy of Dogville some time.
Evie tomorrow night.
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Had Martin Dawson and Jeff and Erica Roach over for lunch today.
Had a nice little conversation with Sarah.
Called Evie, kept it under 9 minutes.
Two good sermons today.
That's about all interesting that happened.
posted by gregory @ 11:21 PM
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I got 2nd place in the Front Line Performance at Teeter for the last week. I got a ribbon. And a certificate. And a CSM told me he was proud of me. It felt good.
Called Evie from work, giggled more than the rest of the time I was at work.
Late in the day, I invited a cute girl in a green shirt over to my register. She then spoke in some sort of soft British accent. I almost asked her then and there if I could have her babies. And I'm not willing to do that for just anyone.
posted by gregory @ 9:56 PM
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Had a pretty good time last night. Never got any good cards in poker.
Started a rather heated debate about Iraq, but had to leave just as it was getting good.
I started using Picasa to organize my photos, and it's turned out quite nicely.
Working tonight.
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Absolutely nothing of interest has happened so far today, except that I put the Gir patch onto my messenger bag, and hearing how a certain someone misinterpreted one of my blog posts. That was rather humorous.
I'm heading to Cal's house in a bit, though, so maybe the day will heat up.
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I think I'm going through another one of my Sparklehorse phases. Dunno, maybe I'm just feeling more contemplative recently than normal.
Watched 'Signs' for the third time tonight. That is, I'd seen it twice before I watched it tonight. Both those times were in theaters, but I do think the film works as well on DVD as it did on the silver screen. I wish I could get that pure terror I had upon first viewing (ask Sarah for proof of my terror) again, but it looks like the terror was a one-time deal. The good news is, however, that the film holds up under intense scrutiny. I have yet to see 'The Village,' but I think 'Signs' is the best of Shyamalan's first three pictures.
Oh, and don't let anybody tell you any of Shyamalan's films bombed. Signs cost $110 million to make, including marketing, and it pulled in $410 million worldwide. Unbreakable, Shyamalan's so-called 'dud,' cost $100 million, and then pulled in $250 million in theaters. I'm sure I don't need to tell you about 'Sixth Sense,' ($75 mil/$675 mil), and then Village, which is turning out to be Night's most bombish, made only a $100 million profit. None of this, of course, is counting DVD rental and sales figures, which I have yet to find a good reliable site for, but I imagine the numbers are high. There's a reason studios keep giving this guy money.
In my life, there's not much interesting going on. I'm working on trying to act smarter next time I see Evie, and, um, I'm going to Calvin's house Friday night. Excitement.
posted by gregory @ 10:47 PM
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Daily update:
Nothing much to talk about. Hung out with Xtina a bit, then came home from school, went out, had fun. Still feel a bit uncomfortable around her, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's that rampant sexual tension in the air.
posted by gregory @ 9:33 PM
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She makes me giggle. This is what she's reduced me to: a giggler.
No, Fig, I'm not talking about Tara.
I worked tonight after ten days of not working. It wasn't too bad. I worked a lot on muscle memory. I kinda miss the people I work with.
The Star Wars Old Trilogy was released on DVD today, but I don't have the money to buy it, so I didn't.
I guess that's about all there is new with me.
posted by gregory @ 9:34 PM
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Okay.
In light of the weekend's activities (see recent blog posts), which actually included a conference about media ecology, and how the media is changing our lives, mostly for the worse, I've come up with a few resolutions that I am going to do, come Hell or High Water.
I probably have more up in my mind somewhere, but I think 7 is a good number to stick with at the moment. Those of you who pray, please pray for me. Those of you who don't, start going to church, learn to pray, then pray.
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Talked to Evie today. She's doing fine, yeah. We talked about a lot of stuff. This is one of those instances where I don't want to say too much for fear she'll find this blog someday and learn lots of things that I think of her.
A big no-no when trying to have a relationship is to let the other person know what you think of them.
Talked to Charlie today, she's doing good.
Talked to Christina today, she's doing good.
I'm doing rather well myself. I'm thinking of starting up a group of youth people to discuss the week's sermon and/or a book we're reading as a group. I want to get Calvin in on running it, though, so I need to wait for him to recover a little bit before bringing it up.
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I think the greatest thing to come out of all this is a wonderful sense of community in the teenagers that were involved in the accident. There seems to be a deepness to our relationships that wasn't quite there before all this.
On top of that, we all have seen God's mercy in all. We know that God was in control at all times, and that this could not have happened any other way, and that is a great comfort to us.
Calvin and Jennifer were both in church this evening. A little bruised, a little sore, and rather drugged up, but they were there. Resilient little chaps, the both of them. Jennifer and her father very much showed their appreciation that I, and the others, were all the to stay around. I cannot take too much credit, though, for I know they would have done the same for me.
I do know now they would do the same for me.
The pastor, as he was leaving the hospital yesterday, said that that day was a good day. And he was right.
If something tragic as this were to happen to me, this is the group of people I want around me. And that is a great encouragement.
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It's three thirty PM or so this afternoon, and I'm sitting outside a volleyball court at the campground where my church's retreat was held waiting to leave. My brother pulls up, I say my goodbyes to the couple of my friends still there, get in the car, and go.
"Let's listen to Modest Mouse," my brother says. I grab my messanger bag, get the CD and CD player out, plug it into the stereo, and hit play. It loads for a second, and then my brother gets a call. I stop the loading so the music doesn't blast while he's on the phone. I don't pay very close attention to his conversation, but he gets off, and I say, "Who was that?"
He doesn't say anything for a moment, and then we come up on an intersection.
"I think that's Calvin."
I'm confused, and about to question him further, when I see two cars mashed together up ahead. Neither of them are my friend Calvin, though, so I still--and then I see him truck, up off over the curb onto the corner.
I see a leg pushing his door open, and then I see Calvin stumble out of the truck cab. He doesn't look hurt, just a little frazzled. Then he turns, and helps his girlfriend, my friend Jennifer, out of the cab as well, and I see her face, and it's covered in blood, and she's rather limp, and at this point I can't see them anymore because we got through the intersection.
"Pull over. Pull over somewhere."
"I don't see a spot, I don't think I see a spot."
"Just turn around, get the car turned around!"
He pulls into a driveway, gets the car turned around, and then is stuck in a long queue back to the intersection. I grab my door handle while we're still moving a little, glance at him, he nods, I shove open the door, slam it behind me, and just start running.
I now see the other side of the truck, and the engine block is mashed in, and it's on fire. I run, and run, and run, for what seems like forever. I see my friend Joe, who apparetly was on the scene before us, and he's doing something with the truck, I run over to where they've taken Jennifer. Her face doesn't look any better up close, but then they rest her down onto a blanket, and I hear her say, 'I'm okay, I can see, I'm just a little dizzy." Calvin is walking around, but he's so dazed I don't talk to him.
I ask Joe, what happened. He says no one knows. Firefighters have shown up now, and they're yelling at Joe get away, they need to get out the fire.
The whole thing's a mess. Calvin's car's front end is smashed in. You can tell it was with such force that if it'd hit the door, whoever was behind it wouldn't have survived, at least not without severe injury. There's another truck that looks like it hit Calvin, and it's hit another car.
Now our other friends have arrived, and I realise that my friend Sarah is going to think the worst, and I try to get to her, but she's on the other side of the road, and she sees Jennifer's face, and Jennifer just lying there, and she just starts screaming, and wailing.
...
I could relate everything that happened, but after finishing that much of it I realise I'm not up to it.
They calmed Sarah down eventually. Calvin and Jennifer were taken to the hospital, and we all followed behind. They're okay. Jennifer's head shattered her window with her head. She has a chipped tooth.
"Do you feel like you have a chipped tooth?"
"I'm spitting up tooth particles!"
She was in good spirits once she got to the hospital.
Calvin ran the stop sign while trying to get his wallet out of the seat behind him. The other truck hit him full on (there's no stop sign there), and then carreened into another car stopped at the intersection. The driver of the other truck has a huge gash on his head, but he seemed to be okay, and was discharged before Calvin and Jennifer. The woman in the truck seemed okay, although they put her in a wheelchair at some point I saw. The driver and passanger of the other car are okay. Turns out it was Joe on the phone. Though I'm still not sure how it all happened, I think that Cal and Jennifer were sitting in the car for at least ten minutes before Joe reached them.
Calvin is not in such good spirits.
Our pastor came, and gave a good sermonette to us kids after talking to Calvin and Jennifer.
...
The worst part of the night were the moments I didn't know what was going on. When Jennifer looked like someone caught in the World Trade Center bombings of 1993. When Sarah was screaming and wouldn't be calmed. When Joe was more affected then the rest of us, and I didn't know why.
And now, the worst part is in thinking of what could have happened. If the other truck had been just half a second later, if Jennifer had been hit.
...
But for now, everything seems okay.
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Okay, folks. I'm going to my church retreat. I'll be back sometime Saturday afternoon.
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I wrote this for my English class, I thought some of you might read it, and enjoy it.
It is a re-vision of the Grimm fairy tale 'Hansel and Gretal,' a good translation of which you can find here:
www.ucs.mun.ca/~wbarker/fairies/grimm/015.html
I reccomend that you read it first before reading what I've written, you'll understand it better.
The Witch in the Woods
by Gregory Harbin
He watched as she ran from the house, her tattered clothes swaying in the wind, her emaciated body tossed around by the breeze. He wanted to stop her, but every time his body made a motion towards her frame, something in his head jerked him back. Perhaps it was a feeling of remorse over the children he had agreed to kill. Yes, kill. He had killed them, although it was her fault. And since it was her fault, he let her go, and backed slowly into the dwindling comfort of the house, and took what food stores he had left. He sat in a corner every day, and he watched the doorway, waiting.
The wind drew her towards the trees, and through the trees, and deep into the forest. She could not feel herself; she could only feel the wind in her hair, and the sharp things of the forest ground entering her bare feet. She did not know how long she stumbled through the woods, she did not take notice when she stumbled into a clearing, and she did not take notice when a kindly old lady drew her into her cottage. Her mind was full of nothing, and all her mind knew was that the old lady was feeding her, and oh what food was she feeding her. Meat, for sure—the most wonderful meat she had ever tasted. What spices, and what tenderness!
Slowly she was nursed back into health, but now she realized that she was aged, aged older than she could possibly be. Her hands were frail, and covered in dark spots that she was too horrified to even look upon. The woman led her to a mirror, and upon seeing her face, she screamed, and would not be made silent. Horribly she banged her head against the sides of the cottage, screaming in fury at the old lady to make her well again, to make her young again. She knew by now that she was becoming what she had long feared, and she screamed at the witch to turn her back again, to let her home.
One day the witch was gone, and the woman sat in the kitchen, her eyes upon one last meal sitting upon the table. She had found it that morning, already in the oven, and cooked to a delicious brown. She willed herself to not eat of it, she told herself not to walk towards it, and not to sit, and not to take a bite. Something in her head told her that she was already dead, and this morsel of delight could not hurt her further.
The children happened upon a house after days of wandering. The boy told the girl, there must be food inside, for look, there is smoke rising from the chimney, and there is a nice glow inside. The girl could not respond, but only coughed dust from her lungs, and fell upon her sibling for support. Together they approached the door.
Before the boy reached the knocker, they were greeted with a song, plaintive, and sweet, sung by a voice that they each thought silently must be familiar. Their apprehensive hopes and fears were scattered, however, when the door slunk open, and inside was a woman, an aged woman, older than any they had known before. Ugly was her visage, and cold her breath. The woman led them to bread on the hearth, and they ate until they were full. The ugly women led them to beds, and they slept the night away, their dreams more peaceful than had ever been before.
Morning entered the windows of their bedroom the next morning. Like a knife it pierced the girl’s sleeping eyes, and she awoke with a start. Standing over her was the old woman, a red fire burning in her eyes. She grabbed her hand, and pulled her ferociously into the kitchen. The witch’s breathing was shallow, and she pointed with a single finger towards the open furnace. The girl shook her head violently. She grabbed a knife from atop the table, and with it she cut the witch’s finger. The witch screamed in agony, and the girl pushed her into the oven, and watched as the flames consumed her.
The door to his house finally opened, and the father saw his children come in. Where has mother gone, they asked. Let us not worry about her, said the father, for now you are home. Before the children left home, the house had known nothing but sadness. After their return, the house knew nothing but prosperity.
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Dear Jason,
Christina is going to break up with you to go out with a Hershey's chocolate bar. Just thought I'd warn you.
Sincerely,
Gregory
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Jason's girlfriend bit me today.
Went to the mall, not sure if I had fun.
Got a package from my new friend.
Did my astonomy homework. That class is a joke.
Worked on some music. I wish I had drums, and was able to play guitar. I've been improvising, though, with stuff around the house, and my limited ability. I might have a working demo by end of next week.
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Here's the track listing for the mix CD I made for Dee today:
1. Straight Street – The Fiery Furnaces – Blueberry Boat
2. Knives Out – Radiohead – Amnesiac
3. Satin in a Coffin – Modest Mouse – Good News For People Who Like Bad News
4. Where Is My Mind – Pixies – Surfer Rosa
5. Cut Your Hair – Pavement – Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain
6. Take It or Leave It – The Strokes – Is This It
7. Hammering the Cramps – Sparklehorse – Good Morning Spider
8. Theologians – Wilco – A Ghost Is Born
9. This Boy Is Exhausted – The Wrens – The Meadowlands
10. What's the Frequency, Kenneth? – R.E.M. – Monster
11. All Apologies – Nirvana – In Utero
12. The Dark Is Rising – Mercury Rev – All Is Dream
13. Waitin' for a Superman – The Flaming Lips – The Soft Bulletin
14. Woo Hoo – 5.6.7.8.’s – Bomb the Twist
15. Youth Against Fascism – Sonic Youth - Dirty
16. Anarchy in the U.K – The Sex Pistols – Never Mind The Bullocks...
17. These Boots Are Made for Walkin' – KMFDM – Boots EP
18. Darts of Pleasure – Franz Ferdinand – Franz Ferdinand
19. Why Bother? – Weezer - Pinkerton
20. Do You Realize?? – The Flaming Lips – Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
So I've got that, hopefully a mix CD from her, and then the mall in the evening. Woo hoo.
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Filled up a little sack
with nuts and some stones to balance things.
Tossed it over a bridge
and it hit a girl and the paper said that she died.
Ran out of the house
to a friend where I sat and wept for a couple hours.
Filled up a thick book.
Filled it to its buldging edges.
Shouted at a thousand authors
about how much they could not really understand me.
A multinational corporation
printed my book but with my check I was able to buy it back.
Know that everyone says
that it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
Ran out of the house.
Shouted at the house I'd not return.
Felt like a large man
and kicked someone worthless in the shins.
Ran out into the street
knocking a few cars out of my way and being bruised a little.
Tired out my legs
until they screamed at me with loud foreign voices to stop.
Finally understood the concept of a marathon.
They say the really sad thing is that you can't choose the end.
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I made plans to go to the mall in a couple days.
Parents are still out of town, will be until Friday.
My new friend is turning out to be rather interesting.
Hopefully I can get some sleeping in the Cone Center tomorrow morning before my Econ test. Maybe Tina'll even drop by and we can sleep together.
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Three facts:
1. I don't think I'd ever seen Tina and Jason together.
2. Jason has a beard now.
3. I have a new friend.
posted by gregory @ 12:19 AM
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If I’d been updating my blog more, I would have mentioned a girl in my English class who noted my Converses in a positive manner one of the first classes.
Her name is ‘D.’ Or ‘Dee.’ Or, ridiculously, ‘Dea.’
We talked a little bit before class, and she asked me what bands I listen to. I started from the most obvious, working my way to more obscure, made my way all the way to Sparklehorse, and she’d still heard of them. I was quite impressed.
She said all bands I knew as well, except for Death Cab For Cutie, which I’ve heard of, but not actually heard.
She was the first person to actually offer to make me a mix CD of her music. I, jumping at the opportunity, reciprocated the offer. We will be exchanging them on Tuesday. Hopefully it’ll be good.
I'm listening constantly to the Clash's London Calling.
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"Wanna know something really weird? I have a crush on Alexander Hamilton. He's the hottest dead guy ever."
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“Oh my God! I thought you were a real customer!”
“Oh, thanks, I’ll just be going now…”
“She made me—I was SO afraid I was ignoring a real customer!”
“Yeah, I’m, I’m fake.”
“You have a big ‘HT’ on your chest.”
“I’m your very own Hester Prynne.”
“No kidding. What can I do for you?”
“Um, a coffee?”
“What size?”
“Small?”
“We have a Tall.”
“Do you have, do you have shot glasses?”
“We actually have a Short, with is smaller than the Tall, and, it’s one twenty-five, one…thirty…eight, with tax.”
“I’ll take the Tall.”
“Okay. It’s gonna be—oh, I’m not charging you for this.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s our Anniversary Blend, I think you’ll like it.”
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“Did you go to Matthews Alive, and see the Battle of the Bands? For the Verdict?”
“Yeah.”
“Who won?”
“Some, some bluegrass band.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, Verdict was the crowd favorite, though, tons of people were out there for them.”
“I wanted to go, but they scheduled me to work, and I couldn’t get off.”
“They were definitely the best band there. Actually, she’s, um, in the Verdict.”
“Yeah, you’re um, you’re Emily.”
As I say this, feeling very good at remembering her face and name, I notice that her jacket quite clearly says ‘Emily’ in plain view, which she smiles, and points to.
“No, but I would have known. We met, we met briefly, at Tremont. I’m a friend of Perky.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Yeah, so. I’ll be at the next show, for sure, though."
“I’m not sure when that’ll be.”
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"I'm not sure if it was deep, or just really depressing, and pretending to be deep? I'm gonna have to think about it."
"You think about it, then."
She looks over at me, I attempt to smile.
"I just, I'm not sure."
"Well, think about it. It's really good."
"The music was good."
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"Why are we watching this movie?"
"I'm the leader of this squadron, and don't you forget it."
"Is tennis, is tennis not on?"
"Yeah, I know. And I don't like it."
"Mum. Is tennis not on?"
"I don't know, I'm not watching the TV."
"Dad? Why aren't we watching tennis?"
"We're watching this."
"Now go back to base!"
"I would like to watch tennis. Is it not on?"
"Dear, it's a dumb movie. Let's watch tennis."
"Thank you."
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"Why is ----- in the hospital?"
"Her psyciatrist thinks she is a danger to herself."
"Got it."
"I just found out a half an hour ago, I'm a mess."
"Well, I called her, to see how she's doing, and your mom called me back, left a vague message, said she's in the hospital, so yeah."
"Yeah..."
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"My friend leaves really long away messages, sometimes, he puts it into a blog, but we don't do blogs any more."
"I have a blog."
"We think they're dumb."
'Well, yeah...I always forget to post in mine."
"We'd have like a group of people, and if we didn't update, they'd jump on us and yell at us until we'd update."
"I have, like one person, and I just tell her to go away. And if I do update, I just leave random stuff, or just conversations I had that day."
"So he left this message..."
"Yes."
"...said, "You D&D people, with your plus five maces, and your plus four elven armor, let's see you get stuck in the actual midevil world. Let's see you up against ten actual trolls, and let's see how you do then. Now go do some push-ups."
"Speaking of 'now go do some,' why don't you go do some carts?"
"Sure thing."
"How'd you like that segue?"
"Really good."
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"He was supposed to call me Monday, but he called today, so, you know, that's pretty good."
"Yeah. I was supposed to call Eva like three weeks ago, I still haven't."
"You never call me."
"I'd say it's because I don't have your number, but then, you might give it to me."
"I hate you."
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"You remember, I said 'speaking of 'now do some,'' do you remember why I said that?"
"Um."
"We were talking about D&D, and plus fives maces, and--oh, right, 'now go do some push-ups."
"Right. Thank you."
"That was really weird, you know."
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"What's the latest with -----?"
"Dunno."
"Well, when you find out, will you let me know?"
"Sure."
"Thanks."
"Mom says she's doing OK."
"Well, good."
"Yeah..."
posted by gregory @ 8:27 PM
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"I like your pin."
"Thanks."
"What is it?"
"Say Anthing, John Cusack, 1989, I reccomend it to everyone."
"What?"
"A movie, called Say Anything, it stars John Cusack, it's really good."
"What's he doing?"
"He's holding a boom box over his head."
"Why?"
"You'd have to see the movie..."
"Can't you explain?"
"He's...he's playing this girl, like, a song she likes."
"Aww! That's so sweet!"
"Yeah, sweet, exactly."
"It's like in Anywhere But Here. Have you seen Anywhere But Here?"
"Yeah, I have."
"Only it's with a saxaphone..."
"Yeah, mm hmm."
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"I'm sorry, but, um, were you at a show at Tremont like a month or so ago, with The Verdict?"
"Yeah!"
"Yeah, I was, uh, there, too. I knew I reconised you somewhere."
"Yeah, I was looking at your face, I thought it looked familier, but I couldn't place it."
"Heh, yeah, Tremont."
"Are you coming tomorrow?"
"To--oh, no, I have to, I have to work."
"Oh."
"Yeah, I hope they win, though."
"Well, they should, they're the best."
"Well, of course."
"I'm Erin."
"Gregory."
"Well, um, I'm sure I'll see you, around."
"Yeah, nice to, uh, nice to meet you."
posted by gregory @ 9:58 PM
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what the--oh, hi!
And welcome to this, my blog. It's been a while, I know. Well, I mean, other than that last blog post of mine, it's been a while. Why? You might ask? You might also ask, what have I been up to? Another valid question would be, why are you so nosy?
The answers to that are threefold. Yes, no, and because your head is dumb. You are a dumb head.
We interrupt this blog post for an extra special announcement from out sponsor!
Hi! Christina Cook is really awesome! Like, incredibly! Very much so! Awesome! Yeah!
Aaand, welcome back to the show. Man, aren't those commercials annoying? Well, we gotta pay the bills somehow, eh?
OK, so first off, what have I been up to? Basically, just going to school, and working. Nothing exciting there.
Um.
Nothing exciting.
So, er, today, I hung out with my new bestest friend, and we talked and talked for like hours, and it was so much fun and--OK, we went to the Cone Center and slept for like an hour and a half before I went to class. But there was also those brilliant moments in between where we had the most riviting conversations, like, ever. Man, those cushions at the Cone Center are soft.
So that's my blog message for the day. Er, week. Maybe month. Hopefully, sometime, in the future, I will update this blog.
posted by gregory @ 3:29 PM
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Had lunch with Christina today, had a midly interesting conversation.
Not with her, though.
posted by gregory @ 11:26 PM
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a blog for the sad and simple-minded.
I have nothing constructive to say about myself.
