tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033771463699993922011-09-09T06:17:56.092-06:00Genrenoreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-54179718641430830372010-12-12T23:02:00.004-07:002010-12-12T23:12:31.725-07:00

I don't know what's worse. The lies you told me, or that I found out first hand via pretending to be someone else. I can't believe you called me your boyfriend and that you said you "weren't looking for anyone else" because you were happy with me. When did all of that change? Why did all of that change? I'm no different than I was a month ago. I am the very same person. How could you say those

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-80527095519575627802010-06-30T01:13:00.004-06:002010-06-30T01:15:56.299-06:00

This is my new photoblog. I don't know if I want to be writing anymore. I haven't sat down and blogged in a very long time.http://twis-t.blogspot.com

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-72304916418962166822010-02-19T02:08:00.002-07:002010-02-19T02:13:05.359-07:00

It's 2:09am. I can't sleep. I am exhausted from working a 12 hour shift. Fuck my life.I can't get him off my mind.I miss having a life, something more to talk about than work. What happened to me?I miss being in a meaningful relationship. I miss laying on a couch on top of someone that I trust and am comfortable with. I miss my friends. I miss being able to spend money on anything and everything

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-13722577026095133082010-01-28T00:07:00.001-07:002010-01-28T00:08:53.509-07:00

I am going to stop pursuing Brent now. I don't think he has any actual interest in me. If something happens, it happens, but I'm not keeping my hopes up. I haven't heard Tokio Hotel in just over a year. I relived all of high-school in my mind within the entire song. I've changed a lot.I'm not sure I like all the changes.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-22507162120308674032010-01-25T22:58:00.002-07:002010-01-25T22:59:16.488-07:00

I don't know what you meant by "That's a tough question". You either like me or you don't.I guess I'll continue on the way I have been, and if something happens, it happens. I'm hopeful but not confident. I'm bad at this sort of thing.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-41604323667973652332010-01-25T00:11:00.002-07:002010-01-25T00:14:12.854-07:00

I can't get you out of my head.I want to get to know you more.I want to have a chance with you.I need to be more patient.I need to be less jealous.I'm making a list in my head of all the reasons I'd be good for you and then I got to thinking, why do I need you to be validated?Maybe it's more of an admiration.But I'd still like to try.You haven't talked to me in weeks. I hope you're doing okay and

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-28381529410121128172009-11-15T23:41:00.001-07:002009-11-15T23:42:27.047-07:00

I'm going nowhere in my life.I take pictures--that's not a career.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-47840728038176460502009-11-15T19:56:00.002-07:002009-11-15T20:08:15.971-07:00

This weekend practically solidified the promotion I'm expecting after Christmas. I have been in the camera room all weekend, shooting back to back sessions in ten minutes each. For every single session I've gotten 10 poses. That's a pose a minute, and while that doesn't seem like a lot, it's getting mom, dad, sibling1 and sibling2 lined up, looking at the camera and smiling all at the same time.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-13544963209716501922009-10-07T01:23:00.001-06:002009-10-07T01:23:53.003-06:00

I did it. I found myself.I found me.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-14996988107797345282009-10-06T23:30:00.001-06:002009-10-06T23:30:40.557-06:00

My day has been completely fucked (if nothing in the message makes sense, I apologize, my meds are hitting me hard tonight for some reason).Basically I woke up to a phone call at 10 saying "Greg come into work early please, manager's orders". I jumped out of bed thinking "Oh shit what did I do, what did I fuck up". I race my ass to work (after trying to eat some tomato soup I had made) to find

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-74709179913902815262009-10-03T01:04:00.002-06:002009-10-03T01:04:53.295-06:00

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-78919265479420551042009-09-21T00:51:00.002-06:002009-09-21T01:08:56.410-06:00

This is an open letter, verbal diarrhea, a total nonsensical spewing of thoughts and emotions that I have to dump now because I'm a fool and should've done this months ago, weeks ago, days ago. There's no better time than the present.Fuck you. Fuck you for destroying me, for lying to me, for lying to yourself. Fuck you for making me feel so insecure, so unworthy, so absolutely useless. You abused

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-14558949093823208102009-09-16T01:43:00.001-06:002009-09-16T01:43:53.400-06:00

After watching one and a half episodes of “Obsessed”, here is a list of things I am compulsive about:Being on time. When I am anticipating being some place, or expecting someone, I am completely obsessed with being on time. I can’t stand being early because I can’t occupy myself. The feeling of standing around waiting makes me nervous, makes me feel awkward and uncomfortable, makes me feel like I

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-86738390502260755972009-08-15T17:47:00.002-06:002009-08-15T17:50:12.700-06:00

I've had this up for a while, but I haven't posted about it here yet. I have set up an online portfolio for my photos. Here's the link. I've been considering getting a new deviantArt account, I hate the username and domain that I have now. I've had that account for years. We'll see what happens with that.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-55704551518378525222009-08-03T01:29:00.003-06:002009-08-03T01:35:12.043-06:00

I just finished watching a few episodes of Dead Like Me. Each times I watch that show, the wheels in my head start grinding away.I push people away fro- no. I don't push people away from me. I don't get myself involved with people. I sit on the sidelines and watch. Somehow I got this idea into my head that life is a spectator sport. I don't know why I do it. I don't really know how to stop. I'm

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-70267909199906633332009-08-01T01:41:00.001-06:002009-08-01T01:42:06.342-06:00

I want to go camping in a tent and let my phone die. I want to be completely disconnected again.Mostly,I just want to see the stars.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-75148443670368641862009-07-28T18:36:00.002-06:002009-07-28T18:36:47.067-06:00

I enjoy how when I am angry with my family, they know not to speak to me.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-84355114809716488282009-07-28T00:11:00.002-06:002009-07-28T00:30:41.336-06:00

Let's get rid of the worst:Stage:I just leave the bathroom after a cold shower before bed. My mother is standing at the end of the hall leaning against the wall.Dialogue:Mom: Finally.Me: What?Mom: Some of us would like to use the bathroom so we can go to bed.Me: Oh, so sorry to delay you for the 10 minutes I was in there while you were outside smoking for 5.Mom: You know, since you've gotten that

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-55732363559654113782009-06-25T00:09:00.002-06:002009-06-25T00:36:35.295-06:00

It's my birthday today! I am now 19 and I don't feel any older really. Everyone says that I guess; the only thing I can say is wow, I've matured since my last birthday!I have tried posting a blog for three days now and for some reason I keep getting a 404 error when I try to post. Tonight had better be different, it's my birthday for god's sake!Father's Day was a good day. I went to Moxie's with

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-90474706087988945662009-06-08T22:51:00.000-06:002009-06-08T22:52:11.480-06:00

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-38817666033273627802009-05-27T00:56:00.003-06:002009-05-27T00:59:45.536-06:00

Please forgive me for my distance,The pain is evident in my existence.Please forgive me for my distance,Shame is manifest in my resistanceTo your love.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-6792578022069234362009-04-27T21:41:00.002-06:002009-04-27T21:58:53.202-06:00

I had such a horrible weekend, I don't even know where to start. I guess friday would be good. Friday I woke up and made my walk down the hallway as usual, when I tipped over and fell on my face. I lifted my head to the worst dizzy spell I've experienced thus far in my life. I honestly could not walk. I hugged the wall and made it back to my bed, where I began making phonecalls to work. I

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-8766645477881392612009-04-16T00:44:00.003-06:002009-04-16T01:02:02.522-06:00

Well, I failed at blogging once a week, awesome. Nicole and I are on a break right now. I haven't talked to her in a while so I don't know what's up, but I'm going to give her her space. She'll come around when she's ready, even if neither of us know when that is. I still haven't gone on a date with that boy, but we talk almost daily. He's adorable, I have a bit of a crush, I'm not going to lie.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-66926101514967162212009-04-02T11:52:00.003-06:002009-04-02T12:00:16.976-06:00

I'm going to try and blog once a week now. I went to the gay bar for the first time, and I love it. I've been once since. It's nice to go to a bar and not have to worry about looking at someone the wrong way, saying the wrong thing, worrying about getting killed. The atmosphere is relaxing and exciting at the same time, you just feel comfortable. You don't have creepy guys looking at the girls (

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-79332002846232465832009-03-23T22:28:00.003-06:002009-03-24T13:02:28.659-06:00

I feel like I'm biting off way more than I can chew lately. I have to get a business license soon so I can claim income tax from my clients. I don't think I'm ready for that, I'm not even 19 yet. I have the next few years of my life planned out, and that scares the shit out of me. I am going to work, work, and work some more. I'm going to become an absolute work-a-holic. I am going to do amazing

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-37651909622705670992009-03-17T12:57:00.002-06:002009-03-17T13:06:59.612-06:00

Make a list of all the things you take for granted.My warm bedInternetClean waterMy parentsPianoMy friendsCell phoneShopping centersGrocery storesBeing able to go to any store and buy anything in the world that I wantThere are so many things that came to mind that I couldn't possibly make a list of everything.I hate our greedy society.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-31955692160203453242009-03-01T21:33:00.003-07:002009-03-01T22:16:03.078-07:00

Bones don't feel so strip me down to my skeleton and throw my skin to the dogs. Use the sinew from my muscles to mend the tear in my still-beating heart, and the air from my lungs to blow the tears from my still-watering eyes. This is the cycle of regeneration and I'm slowly filling in. I'm filling in the cracks of my foundations and constructing the new me within and around them. I'll be fresh

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-65764880329331639002009-02-28T19:59:00.002-07:002009-02-28T20:07:49.921-07:00

Yesterday was very much needed and I loved every second of it.I spent the entire day with Nicole, we went shopping. I ended up spending around $300 but it was all well worth every cent. Nothing is more satisfying than purchasing material goods to make you feel better about yourself. This new underwear is also the most comfortable garment I have ever worn! I love seeing Nicole when she comes home.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-18151527403313306862009-02-20T21:52:00.000-07:002009-02-20T21:53:48.616-07:00

This song inspires me, tears at my heartstrings, and soothes me. An incredible arrangement I'm currently learning. It will take me months to perfect, but damn it's too good not to try.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-32861902543999601782009-02-18T11:57:00.002-07:002009-02-18T12:24:31.252-07:00

Family day was hell for me. I went in to work, took in my first session, fully expecting my coworker to show up on time to take the next session. Well, She didn't show up, at all. I was alone all day, with appointments booked every half hour, which is perfectly manageable for two people. Each session takes about 45 mins, so we would simply alternate. I wish things were that simple that day. I

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-45283886087835436072009-02-12T02:34:00.002-07:002009-02-12T02:38:29.583-07:00

When I was younger and swam much more often than I wish I do now, I used to swim under the water and see how far I could go before I needed to come up for air. I remember almost passing out one time, I used to push myself so hard. I remember completing an entire length in a single breath, and smiling for the remainder of the day.I'm holding my breath once more, gasping every few moments. It gets

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-7753731517178806262009-02-10T00:18:00.000-07:002009-02-10T00:19:11.240-07:00

In the beginning you said I was different, in the end it turns out you were the same.The more I think about it, the more I wonder what went wrong.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-78207177304215813542009-02-09T23:04:00.003-07:002009-02-09T23:56:21.377-07:00

Okay, so Nicole has challenged me to make a list of things I love that start with the letter "N". Here it goes:1. Nicole.She is the most important person ever to come into my life. I am so glad we met, so glad we fight, so glad that we are so completely different. I would never trade her for another human on this Earth. I love her so much. Her and I need way more pictures together, holy fuck.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-55389403064072193192009-02-09T22:19:00.004-07:002009-02-09T22:55:34.112-07:00

Today I noticed how empathic I am. I feed off the energy others send out. I can't see people cry, or I start to cry. It doesn't matter if it's staged in a movie, or real at a funeral. I can't do it. If people are laughing, I'm laughing. It's not typical for me to be the odd one in a bad mood when surrounded by people having a good time.Hearing Nicole's voice was such a snap back to reality. I

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-33828793332323355252009-02-06T16:25:00.000-07:002009-02-06T16:26:15.415-07:00

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-3007867888458508142009-02-06T12:45:00.002-07:002009-02-06T12:47:27.258-07:00

"Cancer: You've been saying you'd do something for ages, but today you'll take a step toward doing it. . "That is today's horoscope for me. I read it after I booked a doctor's appointment. I've been saying I was going to book one for two months now.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-38607111964114833982009-02-04T23:38:00.002-07:002009-02-04T23:59:04.199-07:00

Today was a good day, I have to admit, but I have just one question: Why do I feel like shit?I can't blog lately. I don't have anything to say. I wake up in the morning to go to work, I come home and I go to bed. I am doing nothing with my life, absolutely nothing. Am I really so driven by making money instead of loosening up and having a good time? Am I afraid of being hurt again? I haven't

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-6418612485503197422009-01-29T15:16:00.000-07:002009-01-29T15:17:39.631-07:00

I was supposed to meet a friend today and spend the day with her. I woke up in a bad mood, and it hasn't gone away. I know I'm going to be a jerk today, and I'm not going to be any fun. I cancelled our plans, and I'm going to spend the day making different designs for my business cards. I want them to look perfect. This is a lot harder than I thought it would be. I'll be glad when I'm finished.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-16601820588613067132009-01-29T02:42:00.002-07:002009-01-29T03:04:06.116-07:00

I haven't blogged in a few days. Not a lot has happened though, really.Monday I had off work, so I stopped in at work to pick up my pay cheque, which hadn't arrived yet. Fucking great. I figured it would arrive the next day and went to the bank to pull some cash anyway. I hate the service fees my bank charges, they really should get some ATMs. I went to see Leonard at Jaisel and I tried on

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-14197069407226739162009-01-25T02:29:00.002-07:002009-01-25T02:30:37.052-07:00

Six Word Memoirs:Summarize your life up to this point in a 6 word phrase. Here's mine:I am scared I will fail

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-27508022011949819692009-01-21T23:37:00.002-07:002009-01-21T23:51:46.141-07:00

I stopped in to work today to grab my schedule for next week and to get a phone number. My assistant manager was talking to me as I did so, and I told her about a job offer I received from a former coworker. It was the moment after when I realized how much I appreciate everyone I work with. She said, "Greg, can I give you one piece of advice? Don't let her use you. How much do you think your

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-9122774373972697792009-01-20T22:22:00.002-07:002009-01-21T00:29:11.303-07:00

I absolutely love this song, and this performance is epic as hell.

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-31903665393108536952009-01-19T20:29:00.003-07:002009-01-19T20:40:35.939-07:00

That's right, I'm listening to Sky. Remember them? I did yesterday.I was late for work today, you're not going to believe me when I tell you why. Long story short, my bus got a flat tire. What? Yeah. Personally, I find this absolutely hysterical. We hadn't even made it further than a block from my house, so I walked home to wait for the next bus to come. This ordeal made me half and hour late for

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-57499204379587457672009-01-16T01:35:00.003-07:002009-01-16T01:46:32.309-07:00

I think it'd be a good idea for me to title my blog entries with whatever song I'm listening to at the time I begin writing and the artist. Maybe it'll help set the tone, maybe I'll forget about the song completely and find it again!I've noticed that I've always got music going. I never take the time to stop and appreciate how important music is in my life, and how thankful I am for what talent I

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-85423824502687046662009-01-16T00:37:00.002-07:002009-01-16T00:45:40.593-07:00

This is my new blog.I am not going to use this blog to pour my heart out into. I am not going to use this blog to sort my thoughts out. That is what my brain is for.This blog is going to be a catalogue of my days.I'm going to change my outlook on life and the way I do things for (what hopefully is) the better. This is the start of that process.So why the new blog? I needed to start fresh. I

Genrenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403377146369999392.post-23578473945614879502009-01-14T15:19:00.000-07:002009-01-14T15:20:27.017-07:00

I have never said "I love you" and meant it more than when I say it to you.

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