Excuse me, is Greg here?

We just got garbage plates from Leon's and watched Ace Ventura. Andy is an incredible eater. He doesn't eat, he inhales. I couldn't even finish half of mine before he was done. Right now, it feels like I'm pregnant. Instead of a baby, it's fucking grease and ketchup and I don't even want to think about it anymore.

Today I made a spontaneous decision to drive to Syracuse to visit Marisa Bardach. I have much work to do, but I knew I wasn't going to do any of it. I felt like driving anyway, so I drove there. It was nice to hang out, we walked and drove around Syracuse, I've never been there before. It's a nice place. I was there for about 4 hours. Marisa wants to work at Haagen Dazs this summer. I told Derik to hire her, so she's probably going to work there. I'm working full time, like 40 hours a week. Bleccch.

4 more entries until my 1,000th entry. Who knows what's in store for that entry. It could be big, it could be small. You'll never know until it happens.

Here's to anticip

I don't smoke...it's a disgusting habit.

I woke up at 3:30. So far, it's been a hard day of skipping classes and sitting at the computer. I'm going to eat soon, I don't know if I can handle it.

Today I kept hitting snooze on my alarm. The reason I was doing this was because I was having these awesome dreams everytime I went back to sleep. I forgot most of them, but they were so entertaining that I didn't want to wake up. Especially not for class. Dreams retold are a burden.

I want to shoot myself in the head. There are two marks, one on my left palm, one above my navel, from shooting myself with a pellet gun a few nights ago. Joel brought this realistic looking pellet gun from Walmart. It's all fun and games until someone shoots an eye out. Dis here is pee pee, dis here is jumbala.