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Name: Greg Birthday: 10/23/1988 Gender: Male
Interests: Singing, Writing, Meditation, Spirituality, Psychology, Sociology Expertise: Pokemon, Parasites, Unrepenting white noise Occupation: Government Industry: Textiles
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4/14/2004
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| Goodbye XangaYou never notice what changed until you accidentally catch your reflection. With so many things going through my head, it's difficult to put it down all at once but I came back to write in here once again. But for one last time.
I don't know how often past this point that I will even write in here because it actually hurts to look back on my life and to see how everyone has changed. It's like rereading love letters to that one special someone from your youth who no matter how hard you tried forgetting just couldn't? This includes the secret summer romances and promises made on the rainy nights in August which turned out to mean nothing. It conjures memories of lies and I lived it.
I'm not a fan of the nostalgia and after this entry I will start myself a new xanga that I can freshly write in.
Hopefully the next four years will come brighter than the last four because somehow I feel alone with the things that I wrote in here.Checking back here and looking at the dust collecting on what my friends once were, what I was just doesn't match up to the person now. I want to let go of the weights and like the loves I've never written about in here, it is time for me to flee and start all over.
Lately I've been talking to Nicole a lot more and my boyfriend who fills in the little holes. I've kept RJ and Rachel and Sam. Even others. Hopefully I can make up for the dirt that I've stained us with. I lost Shawn and I lost Mikey, Alex, Richie, Megan and even Brittany.
Maybe I'm letting everyone in for once. Maybe I'm just growing up but whatever the case, I think it's time that they do too and grow up. I deserve better than this and I am going to make room for the memories that I deserve. I lost my dignity in the past and compromised myself in unhealthy relationships. These acts were the bold illustration of immaturity. I trusted where I knew my morals were defending me, gave away my armor and eventually lost my virginity. There just is no comfort in waiting for anything anymore.
I will comment those who write to me with my new Xanga and let you know what it is if you're interested.
This is Goodbye.
~ Greg
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| haircut  and hello world, i am going to the beach with Jacki to swim with the sharks. Hopefully I wont catch crabs.  
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| played a show at the piney palace aka albert music hall tonight. didnt know what i was getting myself into. will never do it again. Banjo central. | | |
| Graduating + sunburn + Mt laurel cramped with entire senior class in small building= FUN!!!!!!!Class of 2007, we've survived Highschool hell!
I learned so much this past few years about sex, bare essentials of life, myself and other people. I learned especially that most people who think that they know what they want usually are taken back and change their mind once they get there. I learned that the very people you care about that coax you to trust, touch and love them may not be there for you and may be gone in the blink of an eye. In short, I realized that we idealize and that my school experience taught me that nothing is as we dream.
I'm sure that this is probably one blog entry that no one in particular really needs to read or care about for the matter that a majority of the seniors that graduated last night will probably be writing entries just like this one.
About a half hour ago I walked in from the graduation celebration in Mt Laurel and was greeted by my mom who i walked past like a zombie. At first I pretended not to hear her (and tried to block out the memory of the singing "Circle of life" graduation card she gave me the night before which brutally butchered the song) before responding "it's too early for this." and so I came to my room to sit and write about my last day of highschool which in short went out with a bang.
Last night at Mt. Laurel was quite possibly the best night of my highschool life. I never realized how much I truly enjoyed highschool until this passing year and it took me until my junior year to really start enjoying it so I will really miss it all when I say goodbye. Not to the friends that I made here since each one of them (aqaintances alike!) have had an incredibly impact on me but rather to the memories and experiences that I made in the halls of Southern. I think I celebrated everything for what it was worth last night.
Taking into consideration how many of these people that I will probably never talk to, here from or even see again, I realized that from this day on that each of moment that passes us is just a test and that the way that we live our life now will just count more for what defines us later on. Highschool for most kids I guess is used to help build them up but when it's over and everyone goes off to different schools, they're back at square one. And they realize that they aren't "awesome" or "OMG SO AMAZING" anymore. Or so Sam says. Yes. So kiddies, live it and enjoy it. It's so much better when you give yourself a chance to experience it and I have no regrets! Take care! | | |
| Waking up is the hardest part. It's just one more day that I will spend trying to forget your face. Money may not buy you the love and affection you want or that perfect person tailored to your needs in a perfectly wrapped package but for for what I do have, maybe money will prove to you my love. Gucci is expensive and does not make caskets but I would definitely die trying to buy you over to my side just for one more kiss.
It seems as if running those miles to your house in the middle of the night last saturday had little to no effect at all on you but believe me that I would run the extra mile.
Tomorrow is the last day of Highschool for me and all I can think of is you. Wasn't this what you wanted?
I guess the good thing about this is that I no longer have to worry about pretending to impress people that I don't really want to be friends with. But on another note, i couldnt do without you. | | |
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