<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:37:15.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>greg's blog.</title><subtitle type='html'>it's my blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107421024480879375</id><published>2004-01-15T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T18:46:36.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Fond Farewell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Possibly temporary.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eLJay is so much better.  The Communities, easy friend-pages, private posts, just-friend posts, easy mood &amp; music, better commenting system...  I might come crawling back to blogger sooner or later.  Probably later, the features aren't too compelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/greggo"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The [Temporary] End.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107421024480879375?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107421024480879375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107421024480879375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107421024480879375' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107327135501975427</id><published>2004-01-04T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T21:57:50.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Lack of updates...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...caused by lack of things to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have an ear infection.  I can't hear with my left ear, and it feels like it's full of water.  It's fucking annoying, I tell you.  After New Year's, I had the worst sore throat, then for the next 2 days I had a cold.  Now I've got this ear thing... Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is tomorrow and I'm actually happy about it.  There's only so much lazing around my house that I can do!  I'm going to take my camera and everything and it will be fun.  Errr the work part I dread, but seeing my friends will be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodnight Saigon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107327135501975427?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107327135501975427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107327135501975427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107327135501975427' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107289747543940944</id><published>2003-12-31T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T14:06:52.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy New Years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Part 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are gone until 6pm tomorrow night.  How great is that?  My brother has to be my personal taxi and he's stuck with me if I get drunk!  Which I clearly will not, but just in case.  Thanks bra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight there are so many things I wish I could do.  I want to go to Yin-Xia's party and Brent's party and Trish's party.  I'm going to Trish's party but I wish there were three of me so I could go to the others... Oh well, there's always next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my cousins were over and we played spoons.  Everytime you lose you have to drink a glass of water, and the first one to pee loses.  I'm always the last standing because I never have to drink.  Last night we also snuck out of the house, which I am a master at.  I've done it 6 times now, and it's so much fun.  At 2am we went around the block but my littlest cousin got scared so we came home.  It's fun, go try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, I really have to pee now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107289747543940944?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107289747543940944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107289747543940944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107289747543940944' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107288886213931919</id><published>2003-12-31T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T11:42:33.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy New Years Everyone!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...Hearts and Stars...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooooooo emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107288886213931919?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107288886213931919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107288886213931919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107288886213931919' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107258368213409467</id><published>2003-12-27T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T22:56:08.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This is the police speaking!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This club is closed... Foreva!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tire of blogger.  Livejournal is simpler, and you can view all of your friends' ljs on one page!  The only plus about blogger is the fact that you can customize your template... But I'm learning how to customize my lj template!  So what's the point of blogger?  I DON'T KNOW.  I'll still keep this thing alive but as of late my posts have been rare, and will continue to be rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I saw Peter Pan tonight.  WORST.MOVIE.EVER.  It looks good from the preview, but holy fuck it is so bad.  I wanted to tear my eyeballs out at some points...  Not only are the effects as annoying as hell, but the acting is shit too.  I guess some of the actors were okay, but the whole movie was just mediochre at best.  DON'T WASTE YOUR MONEY, I'M LUCKY I HAD A FREE PASS.  Gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to Rocky Horror tonight at Bloor Cinemas, but my plans fell through as usual.  Ergh, we've been trying to go for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS WAS INCREDIBLE!  Canon EOS Rebel 2000, mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was joking around with my mom telling her I would get drunk on New Years Eve while they were away, and now they're thinking of cancelling their trip.  Fuck.  Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm... I got a record player and tons of records and now all I need is a receiver and stuff so I am happy.  Also, I got a Beatles poster and a Buffy poster.  My walls are filled with posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current Music: Ani- 32 Flavours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107258368213409467?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107258368213409467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107258368213409467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107258368213409467' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107224629622134521</id><published>2003-12-24T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T01:12:58.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"You know, I always thought that dogs, uh, laid eggs...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...and I, um, learned something today."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw 'Something's Gotta Give' with Andrea and Lauren tonight and it was really good.  It was funny and smart and sweet and it was the FEEL GOOD MOVIE OF THE YEAR.  Um, seeing Diane Keaton naked wasn't eye-candy but it was pretty funny.  You saw her bush and everything (really short flashes)... Ugh, she's so wrinkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T STARTED CHRISTMAS SHOPPING YET!!! HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Festivus everyone!  I didn't tell anyone what I thought of them, nor did I have a big pole, nor did I wrestle anyone...  Oh Seinfeld, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's Christmas Eve Eve"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107224629622134521?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107224629622134521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107224629622134521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107224629622134521' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107206841910940095</id><published>2003-12-21T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T23:48:18.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Was he asian?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No, he was blond."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had a blast with Dana and Erica.  We cracked eachother up.  I saw LotR: RotK and it was SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday I went to my grandparents' house in Listowel for Christmas stuff.  It was fun and I played Monopoly with Chris.  Actually, I played Monopoly while Chris sat there helplessly as I kicked his ass.  On the way home from Listowel, I was cold so I used my mom's fur coat as a blanket.  I'm ashamed that I even touched it, because it was real beaver fur.  My mom's defence is that 'this is what our country was built on'.  Anyway that's not the funny part... My mom got mad at me because I was drinking near it, so she told me to put it away.  Chris then said: "Yeah Greg, get your hands away from mom's beaver!"  Hilarity ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to Andrea's house with Lauren and we watched 'A Clockwork Orange', the Stanley Kubrick classic.  It was really good, I liked it a lot.  It seemed to have pointless shock factor in the beginning, but it came together as the plotline progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren's tattoo looks really good!  It's a faery's black silhouette with purple and pink wings.  It's really pretty and it's on her hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have toooooooonnnnnsss of Christmas shopping to do, holy fuck.  This will be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hey Lauren, show Andrea your tat!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107206841910940095?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107206841910940095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107206841910940095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107206841910940095' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107180844189997396</id><published>2003-12-18T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T00:22:49.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;All I want for Christmas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;is a Canon EOS Rebel K2 SLR Camera&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When somebody is nice to everyone, and they're nice to you too, it doesn't feel special.  You'd never know whether or not they're being fake...  I hate it.  I also hate when people complain about others being shallow, and then go for the hot ones themselves.  Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last day of school.  I'm going to the assembly (for Amnesty) and then leaving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my holiday season schedule thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday/Sunday: Grandparent's house&lt;br /&gt;Mon Dec 22:  Big Fish with Taylor Birt, Matt Cadorin and AJ&lt;br /&gt;Sat Dec 27:  Rocky Horror at Bloor Cinemas with Evelyn and Shane&lt;br /&gt;Wed Dec 31: Andrea, Trish, Lauren New Years Eve Party&lt;br /&gt;Thurs Jan 1: Getting smashed in my basement with Brent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Update** Good luck with your tattoo Lauren!  I hope all goes well.  It'll look amazing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All other days I'm free for relaxation, or fun.  I want to hang out with you, so let's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tis the season&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107180844189997396?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107180844189997396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107180844189997396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107180844189997396' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107154577329390236</id><published>2003-12-15T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T22:37:24.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Beans and Cornbread&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Mediocrity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was horrible.  I stayed up until 2:30am because I am terrible with procrastination and had to finish an 8-page essay.  I did finish it though, so it all ended up being okay.  I was so exhausted today that I skipped last period.  Brent skipped too, so we came to my house and played chess... That's right, I'm so badass that when I skip school I play chess!  I'm such a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that... Well everything is a blur.  I watched tv and had PB&amp;J for dinner, then watched more tv.  I just finished watching 'The Net' with good ole Sandy Bullock.  Good movie, it's really suspenseful and interesting.  Bah, why am I still awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodnight, cruel world!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107154577329390236?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107154577329390236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107154577329390236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107154577329390236' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107143323449357449</id><published>2003-12-14T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T15:23:14.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Now my shizzle's gone fa-zizzle!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you Fran Drescher.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played out in the snow with my cousins.  I am so cold right now, I would kill for a hot chocolate.  My hands and feet are numb, fo' rizzle.  I read an article today on how Snoop Dog's "Izzle Latin" is no longer the shizzle... Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture from October 31st 2001 of Olivia, Lauren, Andrea, and I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/halloween2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where has all the time gone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107143323449357449?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107143323449357449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107143323449357449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107143323449357449' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107136478989874173</id><published>2003-12-13T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T20:20:58.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You took your coat off, and stood in the rain...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're always crazy like that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much work to do because of my slacking off.  I have a LEAD book report to do, an 8-page media essay, a Biology test on monday, a math test on thursday AND I have to clean my room.  Holyshitthiswilltakeforever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went out with friends and we sat at McDicks for about 1 hour just telling random funny stories from our pasts.  I nearly peed myself laughing, it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched a biography on the Jacksons and it reminded me how much I love Michael.  It would be so amazing to go to his ranch and share his bed with him!  I really like his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Update on the bet:  It's still on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107136478989874173?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107136478989874173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107136478989874173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107136478989874173' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107111363575311287</id><published>2003-12-10T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T22:35:00.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"You don't have a gag reflex..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You're really good with your hands..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I haven't updated in a while:  I'm not so motivated.  LJ is a lot easier, I think I might prefer it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my friend is flying in from BC!  He's staying over tomorrow night, then moving on to other friends' houses for the rest of the week.  I get to skip school on friday because of him, thanks Jeff!  Haha, but it will be really good to see him, we have a lot to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have a Seinfeld bet going on with my best friend, Brent.  The loser pays for the winner's dinner and movie.  The loser also has to barge into the other's house, Kramer style, and shout "I'M OUT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This will be interesting...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107111363575311287?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107111363575311287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107111363575311287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107111363575311287' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107083856274184947</id><published>2003-12-07T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T18:10:23.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Coffee is an aphrodisiac&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have a lump in my throat...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was cool, but went by too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Went to Jakes with Andrea, bought PotC on DVD, played DDR at Andrea's, watched newly acquired DVD at Andrea's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  Watched PotC with Brent.  Went on a random adventure with Arts Camp friends to Newmarket.  I made a duct tape bag.  It was tons 'o' fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  Went downtown with Celine, met up with Chien.  Went to Black Market, CD Stores, Goodwill.  I bought a Tony the Tiger poseable figure from Silver Snail.  I also bought 2 pairs of pants, a Tears For Fears record and gloves from the Goodwill.  The Goodwill rocks.  My pants were $5 each, the record was $1, and the gloves were $1... What a bargain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris I'm sorry I didn't come to see you... You're coming home soon though, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I might go watch PotC again...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107083856274184947?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107083856274184947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107083856274184947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107083856274184947' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107059962938150248</id><published>2003-12-04T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T23:48:06.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Gregism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;is the only way to go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a McDonalds ice cream cone and it tasted like poo sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned how to play the Bb scale on the euphonium.  Winsor stole my pin, and then Jess was really scary.  I had fun tonight, at the second concert.  Boy did we play well, once again.  Tomorrow night I'm going to the U-ville festival.  Saturday I'm chillaxing with arts camp friends and Sunday I'm going downtown with Celine and Lisa and we're visiting Chien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;TONS TO DO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107059962938150248?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107059962938150248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107059962938150248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107059962938150248' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107051345938079894</id><published>2003-12-03T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T23:51:54.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The the the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;eht eht ehT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Andrea and Lauren enjoyed Broken Social Scene without me.  Andrea did you get me what I asked for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rocked my alto saxophone so hard tonight, and I drove like a madman.  Wind Symphony this year isn't that great, but we are still better than UHS, the supposed 'art school'.  TAKE THAT MANDREA AND WHOREN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you am cool.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107051345938079894?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107051345938079894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107051345938079894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107051345938079894' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107040560160646641</id><published>2003-12-02T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T17:54:15.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My cactus is dying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish I had a bonzai.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very tired lately, even when I go to bed extremely early.  Also, I have no motivation to do ANYTHING.  I don't even draw that much anymore.  It's pretty depressing and I don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could beat the Movie-Geek hands down on 'Beat the Geeks'.  Is it sad that I watch that show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orange Campinos taste like creamsicles.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107040560160646641?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107040560160646641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107040560160646641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107040560160646641' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107032273246261688</id><published>2003-12-01T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T19:36:36.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;GUHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am overly excited...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Carribean comes out on DVD tomorrow!  Clearly I have to buy it because I am obsessed.  Fresh obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a religion and it is called Gregism, and of course I am God.  I have a High Priest (Dylan), a Jesus (Merrin), a Bible (Dylan's encrypted harddrive), a Virgin Mary (Monica) and a Holy Grail (Cappy).  If you don't join, you will be forced to live an eternity in Hell (The Caz's House).  Hows that for an ultimatum?  Duhn Duhn Duuuuuhhhhnnnnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in media class I saw footage of JFK's assassination.  First we were shown in real speed.  Then we were shown a closeup in slow motion.  Then we were shown a closeup in real speed.  GUESS WHAT?  It was gross, he was sitting there with Jackie in their convertible and all of a sudden you see this lightning type thing and a chunk of his head falls off, and then he falls over, and Jackie tries to claw her way out of the back of the car (or grab a chunk of JFK's head, whatever theory you want to believe) but a security guy gets her to climb back in...  It was really sad and I can't imagine what Jackie must have felt.  It was like a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If we were strangers, and I punched a monkey, would JFK still be alive?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107032273246261688?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107032273246261688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107032273246261688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107032273246261688' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107016669715944526</id><published>2003-11-29T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T23:42:20.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Black Market and Swiss Chalet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I pity the foo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown Toronto is the best ever.  The Brent0z0rd and myself dropped by at the &lt;a href="http://bandages.blogspot.com"&gt;Chieninat0r&lt;/a&gt;'s and picked up our &lt;a href="http://www.anti-greg.com"&gt;Anti-Greg&lt;/a&gt; shirts, pins and stickers.  And since I am such a scenester, I took B-Rent to the Black Market.  He bought a Hendrix tee, and I bought a Mr. T tee and a Rocky Horror Tee.  Oh wait, I also purchased a quality airport maintenance shirt.  Don't forget that I surely didn't tip the pot-addicted Swiss Chalet server because he gave me the creeps ex. he asked me if I wanted something from the bar (I LOOK LIKE I'M FOUR) then when I gave him a funny look he said "...Or are you not old enough?"  He also had a really weird voice and he stared a lot.  Maybe I had a dead cat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the eff, the new Vice is boring.  I picked up a copy for you&lt;a href="http://yaargh.blogspot.com"&gt; MANdrea.&lt;/a&gt;  You might have to do some deeds to receive it (FLASHBACK TO WHEN WE WERE 14).  Allllll Riiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, 2 old ladies (LIKE 60 SOMETHING GIVE &lt;strike&gt;OR TAKE&lt;/strike&gt; 20 YEARS) hit on me while in line to get a table at Swiss Chalet.  No, they didn't really but I'd like to think I could pick up some old bats.  One of them did the signature chest swipe on me!  She took her finger and swiped it down my chest and I turned away and was all like "fucking idiot" like Sarah Michelle Gellar does in Cruel Intentions...  I rock so hard like whoa, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone was in love with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;An audiopost would be fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107016669715944526?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107016669715944526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107016669715944526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107016669715944526' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-107007600458090692</id><published>2003-11-28T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T22:20:53.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What I Did Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For lack of a better title...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Elf with Brent tonight.  In the beginning it was so childish and it seemed as if even Will Ferrell couldn't save it, but then came his wacky screams and antics which made it pretty funny.  There was a lot of slapstick comedy and one my favourite parts involved Buddy (Ferrell) running into a locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsflash:  PotC comes out Dec 2nd on DVD.  LotR comes out Dec 17th in theatres.  Dec 25th is Christmas.  I LOVE YOU DECEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;27 days 'til Christmas Eve!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-107007600458090692?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107007600458090692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/107007600458090692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107007600458090692' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106997688914685435</id><published>2003-11-27T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T18:48:56.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Tears for Fears for making an amazing song.&lt;br /&gt;I love Gary Jules for remaking an amazing song.&lt;br /&gt;I love Donnie Darko for showing me an amazing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mad World&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106997688914685435?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106997688914685435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106997688914685435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106997688914685435' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106988121251908303</id><published>2003-11-26T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T16:15:53.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Kentucky Fried Kitten&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went on a double date for lunch (Me&amp;Merrin, Winsor&amp;Robin) ... Okay so it wasn't actually a double date but we all pretended.  Winsor drove us to the mall and we went to Doogan's Pet Store and looked at all the animals.  There was this dog named Gomez and he was my favourite because he was a long-haired chihuahua.  I wanted to bust him out because he looked so sad.  Other than that, it was lots of fun, and we were about 15 minutes late for last period but that's okay because none of us cared!  I ate so much and I am stiiiiill full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Amnesty I wrote 2 letters to Dubya.  One was serious and one was a joke (2nd mock letter in a series of 10), because I am really funny.  Quit frontin' u kno itz true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just going to relax tonight and pretend that I don't have an english test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y R U SO MEEN 2 PRIZONERZ???&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106988121251908303?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106988121251908303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106988121251908303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106988121251908303' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106981740296325605</id><published>2003-11-25T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T22:35:58.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BANG! BANG!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm Jack Bauer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST EXCITING EPISODE OF 24 EVER SINCE THE ONE WHERE KIM FELL INTO THE CLOSET WITH THE MADMAN AND SHE HAD TO SHOOT HIM AND THEN SHE WAS SOBBING AND I WANTED TO COMFORT HER BUT THIS EPISODE WAS WHEN JACK HAD TO GET SALIZAR OUT OF PRISON AND HE WAS GOING AGAINST EVERYTHING SO THEY ALMOST GOT KILLED AND KIM WAS CRYING AGAIN SO I WANTED TO COMFORT HER AGAIN... ELISHACUTHBERTWILLYOUMARRYME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Band makes me want to vomit all over myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106981740296325605?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106981740296325605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106981740296325605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106981740296325605' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106980141273057246</id><published>2003-11-25T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T18:04:17.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;No power&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;means no school&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't have school thanks to a power outage.  Instead I rented X-2, an amazing movie, and ordered pizza for lunch.  So with the PD Day on friday, it's a 3 day week!  Too bad I still have to go to band practice tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of band, I am very angry that the concerts are on December 3rd and 4th this year.  This means that I can't go to the Broken Social Scene concert with Andrea and Lauren, even though I already bought a ticket!  Argh!  The same thing happened last year, only I was supposed to go to a Matt Good concert when another school music event came up (Cabaret).  Next concert I want to go to I'll have to plan years in advance...  Sorry Andrea and Lauren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the 'Leon: The Professional' special edition DVD a really long time ago, but I just watched the additional 24 minutes of footage.  I don't think they should have taken those parts out for the American version, especially when Mathilda gets drunk as it was very funny.  Some other parts which were key to the plotline were taken out as well, and watching them now made so much more sense of some things that happened.  I love Natalie Portman, and seeing her when she was 12 years old is priceless!  She is a very good actress except in Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS I love Luc Besson's as a director.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106980141273057246?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106980141273057246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106980141273057246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106980141273057246' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106964200758499912</id><published>2003-11-23T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T21:47:28.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Down With Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Up With Sex&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea and Lauren came over and we watched 'Down With Love' A La Pay Per View.  I don't think they liked it very much, but I enjoyed it.  I liked the whole Doris Day/Rock Hudson vintage theme.  It was neat, although terribly cheezy.  And hello sexual innuendoes, there was an abundance of those!  The ending had several twists, and un-twists, and re-twists... It was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, you should go see it if you like Ewan and Renee and old cheezy movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;... and Sex A La Carte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106964200758499912?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106964200758499912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106964200758499912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106964200758499912' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106956486083451180</id><published>2003-11-23T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T00:21:40.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Water fights and cake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and a bunch of doodling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merrin's NY party was so much fun.  I was so happy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need sleep...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106956486083451180?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106956486083451180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106956486083451180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106956486083451180' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106947938982055486</id><published>2003-11-22T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T00:48:56.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"I like my drinks how I like my men...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...Cold and Fast."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Andrea's house and she was putting on chapstick.  I then grabbed the chapstick and smeared it on my lips and all around them.  Her mom got home and I said hello, with a shiny mouth.  Both Andrea and I had shiny chapstick lips and mine were messy.  You do the math, it was completely unintentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lauren, Andrea, Olivia, Andrew and I went to 'Cat in the Hat'.  It was alright, I liked the sets and visuals... Some jokes were very funny, and I loved Ms. Kwan, but a lot of it was boring and lame.  Although what else can you expect from a children's movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went back to Andrea's.  Oh boy, Lauren cracks me up.  She was too lazy to zip up her knee-high boots so she left the flaps hanging like 'Pirate boots'.  Then she walked out of Andrea's house and the boots got caught in the door and she nearly fell.  She was acting so crazay tonight, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/nov21.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like my men the way I like cookies.  Warm, soft and chocolatey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106947938982055486?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106947938982055486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106947938982055486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106947938982055486' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106938037417612125</id><published>2003-11-20T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:06:51.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;If you read this and I don't know...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leave a message please?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merrin took a video of New York and saturday is the premiere.  I'm excited, because it's a pot luck and all the cool people will be there.  I am taking soft pretzels; an essential taste of New York.  In the Big Apple they have Pretzel stands like we have hotdog stands... It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bunch of angsty things to say, but I left those for my livejournal.  You can only see them if you're on my friends list and you're on my friends list only if you have an account, so if not don't even bother going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BAHA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106938037417612125?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106938037417612125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106938037417612125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106938037417612125' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106928657408546872</id><published>2003-11-19T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T19:04:06.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mediochre Marks,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and a personified pasta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report card day was today.  Buh! I didn't do as well as I expected namely because I'm getting a 42% in LEAD, but that will soon be changed (I hope).  A math test was skillfully averted until tomorrow because I haven't studied in a week.  I'm glad my teacher understands, because obviously I have several good reasons (NY, sickness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr... No exciting news really since yesterday.  I was happier today because Seinfeld cheered me up.  The one with 'The Move' is one of my favourite episodes, with Fuscilli Jerry and all... I think I will make a Fuscilli Jerry someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What kind of fool doesn't think about it?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106928657408546872?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106928657408546872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106928657408546872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106928657408546872' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106919277957437393</id><published>2003-11-18T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T17:00:14.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fondly Remembered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unionville Alliance Church&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was beautiful.  There were hundreds of people there and nearly everyone was crying.  My eyes had tears in them the whole way through, but as soon as they played the song 'The Sound of Silence" by Simon &amp; Garfunkel, I couldn't hold it together. I cried until I couldn't anymore, the pain on everyone's faces was unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the reception later on, I hugged Christian and Diane but I didn't see Balty.  I got to see tons of people from Markham Aquatic Club that I haven't seen for ages.  I also saw people from Franklin, and people from Markville and people from MDHS.  It's amazing how I knew almost everyone there through one place or another, and we all came together to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone should stop and smell the roses...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106919277957437393?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106919277957437393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106919277957437393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106919277957437393' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106912873940316461</id><published>2003-11-17T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T23:12:53.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I can't comprehend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so I can't believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very depressed today.  Tons of crying, not just about the recent death but about other things.  I tried to relieve it by playing Grand Theft Auto 3 and Vice City with Brent...  It worked for a while.  Then we watched Seinfeld.  Then I watched Pleasantville which is an incredible movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's so much beauty in the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106912873940316461?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106912873940316461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106912873940316461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106912873940316461' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106908991550139905</id><published>2003-11-17T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T14:50:35.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;RIP NICHOLAS VAN DER POL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll always remember you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going to his house with my brother.  Chris would hang out with Christian and I would hang out with Nicholas.  We were friends, but not very close...  I remember playing in the snow, and pestering our older brothers.  I remember seeing him later on in life at MAC.  My brother and his brother were in the same swimming club, Markham Aquatic Club.  I haven't seen him in about 4 years and I will never see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are speculations of suicide, but my parents say that those might just be rumours.  Either way, he skipped his last period class and got hit by a train on wednesday.  I feel so badly for everyone in his family and I can't even imagine what they must be feeling right now.  I saw Diane, his mother, at commencement a month or two ago.  I remember saying hello to her, but I sort of blew her off.  I didn't even ask about Nicholas and how he was, because it didn't even cross my mind as I was too focused on getting home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas' death is a huge revelation for me.  There are too many people at my school who are ignored or made fun of.  It's too bad that not everyone realizes how terrible bullying is.  Find some other form of amusement, don't use someone else as your release.  It's absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing is worth suicide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106908991550139905?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106908991550139905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106908991550139905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106908991550139905' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106903972591230756</id><published>2003-11-16T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T22:29:38.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;RIP NICHOLAS VANDERPOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll always remember you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from New York.  I had so much fun, and pictures will be posted later.  I am so tired and I have a massive headache right now, so this is all you get which generally sums up my whole trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/nyc.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh guys! It's the table!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106903972591230756?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106903972591230756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106903972591230756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106903972591230756' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106868247632653631</id><published>2003-11-12T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T19:15:03.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;New York, New York&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinatra's favourite.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take off for the Big Apple in 2 hours.  I am so excited that I could vomit all over myself, then make you lick it up.  I have numerous amounts of film, so get ready for picture-mania when I get back!  I am taking 3 different types of cameras...  Normal, Old School and Digital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have fun while I'm gone, at boring boring (haha Chris) school.  I'll have plenty to say when I get home!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Farewell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106868247632653631?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106868247632653631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106868247632653631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106868247632653631' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106849892772150808</id><published>2003-11-10T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:54:46.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fight the power&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damn the Man!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not quitting LEAD.  "Go to your guidance councellor and find out when the course drop dates are."  He told me to quit, but I won't.  In fact, at tomorrow's book seminar I am going to go up to him and say: "The course drop dates are __________ [I'll find out tomorrow morning], here are all my assignments, I'm staying in LEAD okthxbye."  He will be shocked and I will laugh (in my head).  BAM!!!  The only reasons I'm sticking it out are as follows: 1) I want to do the Cancer campaign  2) I want the full credit, I already have 1/2.  3) I want so badly to go to the retreat.  I already challenged Toria to the licking game, and boy will I win!  I will lick anything.  OMG TAHT SOUNDZ SO &lt;br /&gt;DURRTY!!!!111!1!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited because in 2 days and 6 hours I will be leaving for New York, NY.  We're going to stand around John Lennon's memorial and be all hippy-like.  We're going to Ground Zero, Broadway, Empire State Building, Guggenheim, etc.  I will take tons of pictures and it will be incredible.  This will give me a break from school just when I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the anti-Bush posters, a fairly negative message, I am going to make a pro-Peace poster.  It will have a dove and it will say "Give peace a chance."  Although it may not be as effective, it's much less aggressive, which is technically the message I want to put out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heading for the Big Apple&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106849892772150808?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106849892772150808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106849892772150808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106849892772150808' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106841157016032302</id><published>2003-11-09T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T15:59:52.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I have a Coke can&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the bubbles don't stop bursting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/MAGNETS.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's already been extinguished.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106841157016032302?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106841157016032302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106841157016032302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106841157016032302' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106835789345970965</id><published>2003-11-09T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T01:05:15.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I forgot one thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see Troy, Gothika, and Pay Check...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have a little book of Zen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106835789345970965?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106835789345970965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106835789345970965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106835789345970965' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106835129202271554</id><published>2003-11-08T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T23:15:13.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Matrix Revolutions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a reason to be mad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched tv, alone until 6pm.  Then Brent got home and we went to the movie.  It was okay.  I bought a LoTR ring and a magnetic poetry thing.  Now I'm listening to the mix tape that Merrin made me, and am feeling generally very comfortable.  That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...a big ball of hemp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106835129202271554?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106835129202271554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106835129202271554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106835129202271554' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106826259904659309</id><published>2003-11-07T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T16:00:42.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Georgie Porgie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pudding and pie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually going to send this to George Bush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boomspeed.com/snapyerneck/georgebush.jpg"&gt;Letter to Georgie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the letter writing went really well tonight.  Thanks to everyone who came!!!  I wrote a total of 2 letters (not including the one pictured above) because I was always getting distracted.  I had to help people out and go out to get the pizza.  Overall it was a lot of fun, and we reached 150 letters!  That represents 15,000 opinions, so everyone should be very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Georgie, this is hate mail.  Love, Greg.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106826259904659309?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106826259904659309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106826259904659309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106826259904659309' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106826230682993641</id><published>2003-11-07T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T22:32:07.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I Love The 80s!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But not the Jerry Curl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lisa for that 80s tape, I love it.  Hal Sparks is absolutely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amnesty went well, more on that later.  I am bored so I need more of the 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crack is Whack!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106826230682993641?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106826230682993641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106826230682993641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106826230682993641' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106815584097751981</id><published>2003-11-06T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T16:57:39.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"All I Am Saying...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is Give Peace A Chance"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's peaceful protest was amazing.  During 2nd lunch there were 15 some people sitting in a circle off and on, then Mr Smith's grade 9 art class joined in!  It was huge, we took up the whole Blue Zone.  There was only one problem, and that was some guy named John and two of his friends.  He took a piece of paper and wrote 'Protests Suck', then stuck it to the sign I was holding.  That's neither witty nor clever- I don't see how his friends could even crack a smile, but somehow they found it hilarious so they did it again.  Luckily it was nothing compared to last year (a guy sat beside our circle with a sign that said 'Don't take away the executioner's jobs').  It's true that they're expressing their opinions, but they were doing it in such an immature way and they just wanted to get a rise out of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note, I'm having some difficulty coping with school and social life and everything.  I'm pretty angsty right now, and I hate it.  Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What if we had a war and nobody came?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106815584097751981?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106815584097751981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106815584097751981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106815584097751981' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106809080092590946</id><published>2003-11-05T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T22:54:56.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;For every action&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is a consequence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I can't do it.  I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Ask if this is about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Find another release.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106809080092590946?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106809080092590946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106809080092590946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106809080092590946' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106806843877685018</id><published>2003-11-05T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T17:38:32.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My personal opinion,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;as always...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday from 3-8pm is the Amnesty International Letter Writing in room 29 at MDHS.  This event involves writing approximately 10 letters in 5 hours while listening to peaceful music and eating pizza (bring $2 please).   The letters are sent to a government official of any country with a major human rights violation.   Each letter represents 100 opinions, so they really matter.  Proof of this is as following:  Amina Lawal from Nigeria was sentenced to death by stoning for having a baby without being married.  Amnesty sent letters to the government of Nigeria and Amina was freed.  That's just ONE case, it really does have an impact!  It's really important that you come, no matter who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT: I didn't mean to offend anyone, so I deleted half of the post.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone in the school came to the letter writing, and each letter represents 100 opinions... Think of what a difference we could make!  But no, Johnny has to go home and play his X-Box while Suzie goes to the movies with her friends.  IT'S JUST ONE FRIDAY, HELP SOME FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS BY GIVING THEM A VOICE THAT THEY DON'T HAVE.  Show some compassion, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's YOUR excuse?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106806843877685018?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106806843877685018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106806843877685018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806843877685018' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106800155883491301</id><published>2003-11-04T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T22:06:15.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This has nothing to do with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's all about me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Help me with some hints?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106800155883491301?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106800155883491301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106800155883491301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106800155883491301' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106799330435346488</id><published>2003-11-04T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T19:48:40.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Newmennium&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kramennium&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amnesty Week has gone fairly well so far.  &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a demonstration where an Amnesty member would dress in all black and sit in a mock-jail cell (the glass display cases in the blue zone with black ribbon 'bars').  They weren't allowed to move/change positions or show their faces, and if people were to knock on the glass they weren't allowed to respond.  I sat still for 40 minutes which went by painfully slow.  My head started to itch and I couldn't scratch it, and my lower back ached so much because I was hunched over.  It was &lt;em&gt;torture&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today was tiedye day.  Tons of people came out to tiedye their clothing during first lunch, but second lunch was dead.  Merrin tiedyed her shirt while I watched, and we were freezing out in the courtyard alone.  We packed up early because it was so cold, it felt like my fingers were going to fall off, and nobody wanted to get their hands wet.  We decided that next year's tiedye will be held in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of next year's Amnesty, I have to recruit a grade 10 to be the chair with me when Merrin's gone.  I have someone in mind, but I'll have to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped band tonight because I'm not feeling so well...  I've been completely drained of my energy this week, so I need to go to bed early.  Not before 24 though!!! Kiefer Sutherland at 9pm, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poison Control?  That's higher than #1!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106799330435346488?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106799330435346488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106799330435346488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106799330435346488' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106791532426691026</id><published>2003-11-03T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T22:41:46.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dudley Do-Right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of The Mounties&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been watching the new Joe Millionaire, but I watched an episode tonight.  Now that all of America knows about it, they shipped in girls from Italy to woo a southern cowboy.  This guy is the biggest male ditz ever.  He kept one of the girls there because "Not only is she beautiful, but she also likes horses!".  They all butcher the english language, they have conversations about a bunch of blather and sometimes they don't even talk at all.  It's a depressing show to watch, so I give it 2 thumbs down [my new rating system, on a scale of 5 thumbs up-5 thumbs down].  The only thing good about it is the fact that everyone is good looking, and even that statement's a stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Caz:  I think you should go to Ms Joseph [guidance], and find out when the course drop date is.&lt;br /&gt;Greg: So I should drop LEAD?&lt;br /&gt;The Caz:  ...blah blah blah... [meaning yes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only reason I'm hanging on is for the people.  The retreat would be fun, but I think I need to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh brother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106791532426691026?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106791532426691026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106791532426691026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106791532426691026' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106781921850044324</id><published>2003-11-02T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T19:27:12.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fundraiser for Breasts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That are Cancerous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went pretty well today at the Hilton Suites.  People would pay $20 to pop a balloon which had a paper inside, then they would bring said paper to me, Andrea, or Lauren.  We would then give them their corresponding prize.  The rest of the time was spent going up and down in the glass elevators, me playing nicky-nicky-nine-doors while the girls held the elevator, and giving the evil eye to two slacker brats who kept shouting "Goose!".  Lauren figured they were prematurely ejaculating then shouting "Oops!" which is much funnier, so lets stick with that story.  Then we went to Andrea's and watched a Muppets movie while eating Licks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were firefighters there.  Lauren kept oogling them.  Then she shouted "Fire! Fire!"  and they came-a-runnin'.  Then they said "Where's this fire?" and she replied "In mah pants!" so they brought out their hoses and sprayed her all over and she was so wet and slippery.  No, that didn't actually happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Greg reminds me of monkeys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106781921850044324?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106781921850044324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106781921850044324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106781921850044324' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106774348033539101</id><published>2003-11-01T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T22:24:52.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Stick it to the man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yo, that's Drapes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Feature!  Today I went to 2 movies with Brent.  First we saw Runaway Jury which was clever and interesting.  Rachel Weisz is one of my favourites, and when she kicked that guy's ass it was sheer bliss.  Then we saw School of Rock which was just as funny this time as it was the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in School of Rock, I couldn't help but to be reminded of all the shag haircuts on guys.  These things are taking over and I find them to be very annoying.  It's not the haircut that bothers me, but moreso the fact that if a boy wore their hair like that 4 years ago, they would be laughed at or called a girl.  So how did that become the fad?  Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between the two movies, we split a 'Big Harv' from Harveys, and went to Chapters to read some erotica.  I am so immature in the sense that I read it out loud and giggled all throughout...  Especially at the part which read: "Her wide open thighs lead to her almost totally unshaven blonde bush."  I think the funniest part was that people were walking by and probably heard the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are so badass hardcore (and had plenty of time to spare) Brent and I had a rap battle.  We dished out some drape beats and rhymes such as: "We are inside Home Depot, I do you in your sleep so you can't say no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suck on my straw, bitch!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106774348033539101?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106774348033539101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106774348033539101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106774348033539101' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106766635882490790</id><published>2003-11-01T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T22:08:25.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Not to be forgotten&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One more thing...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at school I sold my soul to Jamie Dickson for a mini Oh Henry chocolate.  It wasn't very satisfying...  To get out of the legally binding contract which I signed, I'm pretty sure he wants to watch and tape me having sex with Laura Baird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have no soul.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106766635882490790?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106766635882490790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106766635882490790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106766635882490790' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106766470517185871</id><published>2003-11-01T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T00:31:56.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Trick or Treat!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;NO PARKING&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was amazing.  Not only was I with my best friends, but I also got to dress up as Edward Scissorhands AND get candy.  Everyone complimented my costume, and I am very proud of it considering it's homemade.  I took a bunch of my dad's clothes, made scissorgloves, and I grabbed a wig which was at the top of a closet.  Here is a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/halloween.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Andrea, Lauren and Trish came back to my house and we ordered Domino's while watching a bunch of 'Halloween' movies.  15 minutes before the end of 'Halloween: Resurrection', everyone went home.  I am too much of a wuss to watch it alone in my basement while my parents are asleep in bed, therefore I am here now instead of seeing the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and there was an abundance of 'your mom' jokes, mostly made by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lauren... Andrea and I went out 2 years ago.  Baha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106766470517185871?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106766470517185871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106766470517185871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106766470517185871' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106757207862903169</id><published>2003-10-30T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T22:48:08.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hallowe'en...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel so original.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow=Trick or Treating with Andrea, Lauren, Trish and Zehra.  I dropped the wigger idea, now I'm Edward Scissorhands.  My costume is hott, double t.  I made the scissorhands out of cardboard, gloves, and tinfoil.  The other clothes I got from around the house. Tomorrow will be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just hope they don't count as weapons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106757207862903169?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106757207862903169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106757207862903169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106757207862903169' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106731031032094521</id><published>2003-10-27T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T22:05:16.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;That's how life goes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you always need a fall-back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If plans fall through on marrying &lt;a href="http://yaargh.blogspot.com"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt;, my backup plan is her drunken sister Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/liz.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We both like Chocolate Soy Good!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106731031032094521?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106731031032094521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106731031032094521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106731031032094521' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106730957215124991</id><published>2003-10-27T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T21:52:57.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Now is how I feel,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soon is how I forget.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios are the supreme breakfast cereal, especially with sliced banana on top.  There's something about that wheaty-crunch flavour mixed with ice cold milk on my spoon.  The word satisfying doesn't do it justice!  Oh no, it's more like an orgasm in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sykospark.net/punk"&gt;Oi, oi, oi.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sykospark.net/emo"&gt;Tear, tear, tear.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sykospark.net/prep"&gt;Gap, gap, gap.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sykospark.net/raver"&gt;Rave, rave, rave.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sykospark.net/goth"&gt;Dark, dark, dark.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/scarylicious"&gt;Scary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bitchy girls are ugly, thus I want to Donkey Punch them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106730957215124991?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106730957215124991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106730957215124991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106730957215124991' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106720959795795150</id><published>2003-10-26T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T18:10:35.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Waiter, there's a fly in my soup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My room is a mess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a point in my life where I have to start doing homework.  Being an ex-giftie, I got away with doing jack-shit throughout the year and still maintaining an 85% average.  Now my teachers actually check the work, and it matters.  I am going to have a lot of trouble because my homework habits are terrible.  My schedule usually consists of 5 minutes of homework, then talking on msn.  5 minutes of homework, then watching tv.  It's pathetic!  I better get my ass in gear if I want to make the grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my Media project on the 1980s.  I am actually VERY excited because the 80s rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at Jakes, I had french fries with vinegar.  Later, I looked into the vinegar and saw two dead baby flies.  Dirty little bastards, I bet I ate their brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the mall and bought 3 posters- Dudley-Do-Right (cartoon), The Muppet Show, and Beetlejuice.  I don't even have room for that many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish I had a car.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106720959795795150?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106720959795795150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106720959795795150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106720959795795150' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106705733482448140</id><published>2003-10-25T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T00:48:56.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Woe is me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Restricted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad took me to 'School of Rock' tonight.  I loved it, simply because of the music.  It had some very funny parts, but sometimes it was slow.  The bass player was my favourite, especially her pouty face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.  I am grumpy.  I am irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106705733482448140?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106705733482448140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106705733482448140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106705733482448140' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106695191845540198</id><published>2003-10-23T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T19:36:22.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Troops Are Lining Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Defend Our Peaceful Castle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Guy 4 Gals is in the middle of a Group-Blog Battle right now.  Go check it out at: "&lt;a href="http://ifsix.blogspot.com"&gt;If Six Was Nine&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://aguy4gals.blogspot.com"&gt;A Guy 4 Gals&lt;/a&gt;"... It's quite fun, actually.  Too bad they aren't worthy adversaries!  And they're in University too, you'd expect they'd have a little wit?  Enh, they're Americans, you can't expect &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much.  Budda Boom, Ching!  Oh, I make myself laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I find very funny?  Bush wouldn't meet with Chretien and they were in the same area; how obnoxious... Okay, I'll lighten up on dem Yanks.  Not ALL of them are like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHA I'm giving Brent dreads.  He looks so stupid it's funny (that was the point).  Pictures soon to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;charge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106695191845540198?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106695191845540198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106695191845540198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106695191845540198' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106685908807584064</id><published>2003-10-22T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T17:50:59.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Migraine High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Macaroni for dinner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Social Scene- December 3rd, 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday I am volunteering for a breast cancer fundraiser at Hilton Suites (formerly Embassy Suites, across from UHS).  Come out and support the cause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to do something this weekend, I am free Friday and Saturday.  I want to see Kill Bill and School of Rock, so if you do too, let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bahaha, Cactapuss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106685908807584064?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106685908807584064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106685908807584064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106685908807584064' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106678584483046152</id><published>2003-10-21T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T21:25:38.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Rah Rah Rasputin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Vote Paul Wright for Spirit Queen)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the LEAD trip to the Universities of Laurier and Waterloo.  At Laurier I saw &lt;a href="http://dontbelieveitall.blogspot.com"&gt;Shirley&lt;/a&gt;, and wanted to see &lt;a href="http://www.perpetualstroll.org"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt; but ended up not having enough time.  At Waterloo I saw April Yue and Alex McCarthy and Filgen Whatsherface.  It was really cool to see the campuses and to eat in the terrace cafeteria.  I loved the atmosphere of university and I am incredibly excited to attend in September 2005.  Yeesh, that sounds far away.  I plan on going to Ryerson for Radio and Television Arts, or to York for Design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the Lord (see previous post) for the Literacy Test!  MDHS starts at 11am tomorrow and Thursday.  Yahoo.  Now I'll know how University feels, having 3 hour school days instead of 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Toga! Toga! Toga!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106678584483046152?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106678584483046152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106678584483046152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106678584483046152' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106668138701132721</id><published>2003-10-20T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T16:23:06.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Jesus is Saviour...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus is the only way to heaven...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I believe regarding religion, but if Jesus is the only way to heaven I am screwed.  On one hand, how could all of this- our circulatory system, our reproductive system, vision, the universe, life in general- come from nothing, or a 'big bang'?  Everything works and fits together too well.  But then again, the supernatural?  Hard to swallow.  So I'm stuck sitting on the fence, leaning towards being an atheist because it seems slightly more logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding heaven and hell- Let's say I went through life with little or no sin, but I didn't believe in 'God'.  Some people say that 'God' wouldn't let me into heaven.  If 'God' was so great, wouldn't it look past that?  It's not like you choose what you believe anyway!  It makes no sense.  Some people also say that heaven is personal.  Let's say my mom goes to heaven and I go to hell.  What if her heaven is that I am there with her?  What happens then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it, please explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus, Jesus!  Give us all a break.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106668138701132721?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106668138701132721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106668138701132721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106668138701132721' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106662954536975385</id><published>2003-10-20T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T01:59:04.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;OSMOSIS SCHMOSMOSIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do we pity the dead?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a difficult time grasping the concept of life.  Fuck, I hate these philosophical phases.  I was at dinner at my Grandma's Country Club.  I hate all that posh, uptight shit.  My mom was asking me if I looked good, if my hair was combed...  I responded wryly.  If you take a step back, and actually look at what you are doing in life, and what life is, why do people feel the need to look 'good'?  What is 'good' anyway?  We spend all this time trying to impress others, when, in the big picture- in the huge scheme of things- does that really matter?  If only people cared purely about personality.  I find myself pulled into this pit of shallowness as well, so don't think I'm getting all high-and-mighty.  I just wish it were different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Song: Bad Religion- Pity the Dead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106662954536975385?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106662954536975385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106662954536975385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106662954536975385' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106657520203131790</id><published>2003-10-19T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T10:53:21.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I love you statcounter!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...and your useful tools.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I checked out where the last 100 people came from to get to my page.  3 of them were from searches.  Here is what the people searched for to get here:  "hugejugs", "stewie 'family guy' erection", "graphic pictures 'sex positions'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are telling me that I HAVE to go out to dinner with them and my grandparents when I had already scheduled to do a project tonight.  The rest of today will be spent doing homework bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Creepy, no?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106657520203131790?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106657520203131790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106657520203131790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106657520203131790' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106654386591959915</id><published>2003-10-19T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T02:11:05.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Reilly's Party&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Labelled.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/greggo/31638.html"&gt;Pictoors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Left Boob, Right Boob.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106654386591959915?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106654386591959915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106654386591959915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106654386591959915' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106644945075196058</id><published>2003-10-17T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T23:57:30.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Samuel (in french accent)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Qwozniak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stratford was today.  Hunchback of Notre Dame was really good, but so depressing.  Poor Quasimodo, and all the stuff that Disney left out.  The bus rides were awesome.  On the way there we wrote a sex story about Gary Coleman.  On the way back I sat with Merrin and it was hilarity the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea and Lauren came over at 8pm.  We watched 'Abandon' with Katie Holmes and Benjamin Bratt.  It was pretty good and the ending had a surprise twist.  I love those, especially when it's COMPLETELY unexpected.  Then we watched 5th Wheel... The 5th Wheel had a cheek-stud piercing.  It was a mediochre episode, with Bonus points for spanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winsor is picking us up from Merrin's house tomorrow, then off to Reilly's.  I don't know what to get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Suwanna is mah bitch"-Shellydon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106644945075196058?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106644945075196058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106644945075196058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106644945075196058' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106627104806568139</id><published>2003-10-15T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T22:28:06.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Ideal Brain Tonic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For Discriminating People&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Brent watch Memento today.  It makes so much more sense the 3rd time you watch it... FA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tangerine.prerecorded.net"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt; gave me a ride home today, from Amnesty.  She gave me her &lt;a href="http://sys.prerecorded.net/art/markered.jpg"&gt;drawings&lt;/a&gt; as well.  On a related topic, I have had a headache since last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning is band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY: Stratford to see Hunchback... Then home to see Lauren and Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:  Reilly's (guy from Arts Camp) birthday party&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:  &lt;strike&gt;ComiCON with Chien&lt;/strike&gt; Pure boredom... No, a project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't even remember to forget you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106627104806568139?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106627104806568139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106627104806568139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106627104806568139' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106617995457854103</id><published>2003-10-14T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T21:05:54.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;#@($&amp;#$#(@*$&amp;@)!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*&amp;^#$*^$#&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Mr. Caswell threatened to kick me out of LEAD today.  Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am too tired for words...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106617995457854103?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106617995457854103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106617995457854103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106617995457854103' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106601974750362352</id><published>2003-10-13T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T00:35:47.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzztt!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Idea courtesy of 'Dinner and a Movie'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/blend0red.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beans and Coffee...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106601974750362352?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106601974750362352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106601974750362352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106601974750362352' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106600265971722513</id><published>2003-10-12T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T00:35:55.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hella Tight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just like in Ghost World...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/recordz.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh so hott.  Pure Sexx.  I know you saw it first chris, but I'd love you forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I is takin' mah chillen moose huntin'."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106600265971722513?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106600265971722513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106600265971722513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106600265971722513' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106582127346059264</id><published>2003-10-10T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T17:27:53.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Oh God...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So much homework.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school I had a driving lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I RAN OVER A CHIPMUNK!  gah...   I murdered a furry little animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...It was running too fast...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106582127346059264?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106582127346059264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106582127346059264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106582127346059264' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106566859509188303</id><published>2003-10-08T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T23:03:15.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SONGS ON MY PLAYLIST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From My Name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;oodnight Saigon- Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;eturn To Innocence- Enigma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;verything is Everything- Lauryn Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;irl's Not Grey- AFI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;loser To Fine- Indigo Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;otel California- Eagles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;pple Trees- Ozma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;uby Soho- Rancid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ast Caress- AFI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;een Angst Unrequited Love Song- Killing Heidi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;nly Superstition- Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ow Or Never- Duncan Shiek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What an amazing acrostic poem...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106566859509188303?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106566859509188303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106566859509188303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106566859509188303' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106552639640144667</id><published>2003-10-07T07:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T07:33:16.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TIM BURTON FAD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HIS MOVIES ARE COOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, everyone.  This is how the fad started for ME.  Unfortunately it wasn't Chien, although he is very cool.  What actually happened, was that I saw Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Carribean (5 times).  I thought, wow Johnny Depp is a really good actor.  Then my friends and I rented Sleepy Hollow (Tim Burton).  Then I bought Sleepy Hollow.  Then I bought Edward Scissorhands (Tim Burton).  Then I saw that I really liked his black/white, long/thin, swirly and dark style.  I looked him up on the net and realized that I own Planet of the Apes (Tim Burton), and have wanted to own Beetlejuice (Tim Burton) for a verrrrry long time.   I also got 3 Batmans (2 of which are Tim Burton) for my birthday 6 or so years ago.  When I saw Mars Attacks (Tim Burton), although a very weird movie, I enjoyed it.  Maybe it was because there were so many stars, including Natalie Portman.  Nightmare Before Christmas (Tim Burton) is also a movie I enjoy watching because it is clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the Burton fad followers I would say it's because he is linked to the recently spotlighted Johnny Depp.  It doesn't take a genius to figure that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106552639640144667?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106552639640144667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106552639640144667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106552639640144667' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106549126379136092</id><published>2003-10-06T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T21:49:25.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Wiggidy-wack?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nope.  Just regular type.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on a bunch of Tim Burton-esque drawings tonight for the SMS meeting tomorrow after school.  I am excited... I am somewhat happy with the way they turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band tomorrow night.  It's getting to be a drag already.  Belch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/bjuice.JPG" border="0" alt="beetlegeuse"&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ BEETLEJUICE ~&lt;br /&gt;You're a live, animated person -- literally.&lt;br&gt;You're more twisted than comes to the eye, and&lt;br&gt;are, mostly likely, incredibly dark in a&lt;br&gt;humourous way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Diakon/quizzes/What%20TIM%20BURTON%20Movie%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What TIM BURTON Movie Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jimmy the hideous penguin boy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106549126379136092?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106549126379136092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106549126379136092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106549126379136092' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106540098711084894</id><published>2003-10-05T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T20:45:40.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You're just a toy, Sebastian...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A toy I like to play with.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/gellar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart SMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'nuff said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106540098711084894?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106540098711084894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106540098711084894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106540098711084894' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106539083795386856</id><published>2003-10-05T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T18:01:27.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ride The Rocket.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next stop, Museum.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downtown to see&lt;a href="http://bandages.blogspot.com"&gt; Chien&lt;/a&gt;, without Yin-Xia.  We walked around, ate Harvey's, bought Fight Club, Ghost World, and a Gellar poster.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some Markham Fair dialogue of me and a grade 10 who's in my french class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Hey... You're... Ni... Greg, right?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah, hi."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Hey.  Have you had anything to drink tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, have you?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: (weird smirk) "Maybe a little... Have you smoked anything tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, have you?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: (weird smirk) "Maybe a little"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Cool..."&lt;br /&gt;His friend: "Who is that?" (referring to me)&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Greg.   He... He's in my..... (pause)... French.. Class."&lt;br /&gt;His friend: "Oh.  Cool."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uhh, see you later"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIRDED OUT!  Him and his friend were so messed up it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Steak for dinner.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106539083795386856?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106539083795386856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106539083795386856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106539083795386856' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106528103966981455</id><published>2003-10-04T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T11:23:59.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Do you want a Slim Jim?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Haha, you have a Slim Jim."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got out of school at noon.  MDHS Wind Symphony played, then they left at 2:30.  Winsor, Clare and I stayed back and hung out until around 7pm, when Clare met up with her friends.  Winsor and I saw so many people we knew.  We saw:  Geoff, Evelyn, Brooke, Reilly, Merrin, Shane, and Blain from Arts Camp.  From school I saw Doug, Gill, Tania, Courtney, Martha, Kristen, etc.  What a party.  Winsor went off with Merrin and co, while I met up with Andrea, Lauren, Trish and Zehra.  Andrea and I didn't want to stay since it was so windy and boring, so we got on the bus to go to Markville Mall.  On this bus there were 3 overly-drunk girls who were puking all over themselves.  They looked like they were about to pass out, so some Markham Fair officials sent them home in Taxis.  Andrea and I went to my house and we played ping pong and watched Blind Date.  I was so tired, I could barely keep my eyes open... Sorry Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I babysit my cousins.  I love money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I visit Chien, if Yinxia can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There was a mime who flexed his pecs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106528103966981455?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106528103966981455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106528103966981455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106528103966981455' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106515137301162579</id><published>2003-10-02T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T23:23:36.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Quick Post...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and then I'm off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew pictures, headshots rather, of Tim Burton movies.  In Flash they got crapped up because a) the quality decreased and b) resizing them fucked them up.  Oh well I still like 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  Wind Symphony plays at Markham Fair.  I stay after and meet up with Andrea and possibly Trish.  Meet Lauren and Jodi later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  Babysit my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  Go to Chien's res with Yinxia to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fun, fun, and more fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106515137301162579?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106515137301162579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106515137301162579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106515137301162579' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106506700133102681</id><published>2003-10-01T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T23:56:54.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;GOOD NEWS:  CHARLA WON.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;GOOD NEWS: DAVE LOST.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wouldn't be Paradise Hotel unless there was a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/twist.GIF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking annoying, seizure inducing, black and white flashing screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In order to get the money, you must fight to the death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106506700133102681?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106506700133102681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106506700133102681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106506700133102681' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106504612016692889</id><published>2003-10-01T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T18:10:03.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'll have what she's having"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was partially fun.  During last period (enriched english), we had a safety drill called 'Code Red'.  If an intruder comes in our school who is armed, "Code Red" is shouted over the intercom.  Teachers lock their doors, turn off the lights, and all students crouch in a safe place out of visibility of windows.  We ended up all huddling together and it was very cozy, considering the school was so cold today.  Sam H and I played the laughing game... It was out of 10, and I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amnesty was after school, as it is every wednesday.  I actually feel like the co-president now, and I speak with more confidence.  This year will be so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://terracaligo.diaryland.com"&gt;Tania&lt;/a&gt; came to my house today, and on the way home we talked about orgasmic moans and all the different types.  We are just THAT funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is away until friday, so me and my pops are alone for dinners.  He is 'cooking' "Boston Pizza".  Hyuck, hyuck.  We are leaving to go there at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomorrow is the election... Who are YOU voting for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106504612016692889?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106504612016692889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106504612016692889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106504612016692889' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106497328934589938</id><published>2003-09-30T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T21:54:48.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Re-worded, just for you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christian Bale does not have the Bruce Wayne look.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week feels the exact same as the week before and the week before that, etc etc etc.  Honestly, what am I looking forward to?  I can't wait to have my own life, I guess...  but when I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; have my own life, what will happen then?  Will I look forward to retirement?  What a vicious cycle.  I have to have some fun and change it up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Small Movie Society' was neat today.  We watched the intro to 'Nightmare Before Christmas' and talked about our upcoming claymation movie project... I'm designing some Tim Burton-esque creatures.  I'm excited to see the finished product...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my banner, and it will change again soon...  It keeps getting better and better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's this, what's this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106497328934589938?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106497328934589938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106497328934589938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106497328934589938' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106489105074468887</id><published>2003-09-29T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T23:04:58.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Erego, vis-a-vis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love Will Ferrell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw 'The Matrix: Reloaded' half an hour ago.  I've heard mixed reviews, mainly that it bombed, but I loved it.  The action was delicious, especially a certain knife fight in the car involving Trinity, Morpheus, and &lt;a href="http://i.timeinc.net/time/2002/matrix/images/photo4.jpg"&gt;one of those crazy amazing white guys &lt;/a&gt;.  You may be asking "Hey Greg, where on earth did you get 'The Matrix: Reloaded' on DVD 2 weeks ahead of it's release date?"... Well the answer is simply this: My best friend's sister works at Rogers.  Can I get a what, what?  Oh yeah, and I also got 'The Italian Job' ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my 'Entertainment Weekly' and who else is on the cover, but Uma Thurman! Guess what movie she's plugging!  KILL BILL!  Jeezers, I'm excited.  If you aren't excited: Lucy Liu and Uma Thurman have kickass fight scenes and there's an anime sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, &lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/personalidades/atores/christian-bale/christian-bale04.jpg"&gt;Christian Bale&lt;/a&gt; as Batman?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well as Batman, maybe... but Bruce Wayne?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106489105074468887?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106489105074468887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106489105074468887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106489105074468887' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106478897050119099</id><published>2003-09-28T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T20:02:20.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"IT'S LIKE ORGY"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Every disease has a cure..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went to an Arts Camp friend's gig.  She was amazing, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/kayplay.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kay Pettigrew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Celine's birthday party.  Saw a bunch of people there, and watched 'Benny and Joon'.  I had tons of fun.  Then Sean, Chien, Celine, Chris and I went to AppleJack's for dinner, and watched Matchstick Men.  Dinner was alright... The 'Cock' tasted like ass, and the quesadilla tasted like Sunscreen.  The movie was good.  Unexpected twist at near the end, which made it even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am contemplating drawing Angelina Jolie, Johnny Depp, or doing my math homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A raisin is just a humiliated grape."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106478897050119099?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106478897050119099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106478897050119099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106478897050119099' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106447576282603333</id><published>2003-09-25T03:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T03:42:42.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Okay, I lied...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...maybe I DO have stuff to say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun.  After school was an &lt;a href="http://www.amnesty.ca"&gt;Amnesty&lt;/a&gt; Meeting, which went well!  I am starting to actually feel like the co-president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodi and I came back to my house to work on a media project.  We mostly watched Blind Date, and ate freshly baked cookies.  I molded the dough into a horse, which we watched melt into an undercooked blob.  It tasted good, at least! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reason I'm still awake:  Late night conversations.  And now, I cannot sleep.  I have band in 3 hours, so in the mean-time I will complete my math homework.  Woomp, woomp to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am a zombie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106447576282603333?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106447576282603333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106447576282603333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106447576282603333' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106428230650769739</id><published>2003-09-22T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T21:58:25.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;NOTHING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;LEFT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;SAY...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106428230650769739?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106428230650769739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106428230650769739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106428230650769739' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106420233837367828</id><published>2003-09-21T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T23:45:38.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;FAAAAAACK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything is gone...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm missing my wallet.  It has all my crap in it.  Luckily, there was no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, and do not want to go to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is really pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;doo do do do do doo doo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106420233837367828?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106420233837367828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106420233837367828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106420233837367828' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106411839653677262</id><published>2003-09-20T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T01:07:11.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's Saturday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right when I woke up, I practiced my guitar.  Then I played guitar with Brent.  Then we walked Brent's dog (also known as his mother, Fa!) and I played guitar.  Then we went to my house and watched 'Family Guy', while playing guitar.  Guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar, guitar.  Isn't it weird how the word 'guitar' has lost all meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of 'Talk Like A Pirate Day' yesterday, I decided to see 'Pirates of the Carribean' today, once again, with Brent.  So, that's five times?  Yes, I do believe so.  This time was especially fun because a) I recited most of the lines out loud, and b) some ditzy preteen girls were sitting behind us.  At the part where Cap'n Jack sees the donkey, then looks at the soddering iron, one of the girls said: "Don't kill the goat!"...  She needs to get her animals straight.  Then, when Will throws the sword at Jack, Jack turns around and gives Will the evil eye... to which the girl says: "And he is all like, 'Oh no you di-ent!'."  The sad part is, they were being 100% serious.  Oh man, some people are comedy acts in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Kelseys.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Nicole is so funny it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Cell' is creepy, but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, this morning I watched 'The Crush'.  That is also good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, there's more.  I watched part of 'Stealing Harvard' yesterday, and two people from 'Freaks and Geeks' are in it.  Bill, and the teacher that is also from George of the Jungle.  You have no idea what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one last thing... The dumbest lyric of all time: "I believe the children are our future..."  Wow, that's so deep Whitney Houston!  What the f, who else would be the future... What a crack-whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodnight, Saigon!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106411839653677262?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106411839653677262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106411839653677262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106411839653677262' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106403439101349538</id><published>2003-09-20T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T00:29:45.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ahoy thar, maties!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It be 'Talk Like A Pirate Day'... just o'er an hour ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avast, an' listen to me tale.  Today was Lauren's birthday.  Me beauty had so much grog, she barely could sit up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, enough of that.  So anyway, first we went bowling, which was fun because I suck.  Then we went to Trish's house, and started the fun.  We played a card/drinking game called 'Boxhead'.  It's so much fun... But then Lauren got drunk, which made it even better.  Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit in a circle, and one person picks up a card out of the scattered pile.  Then they do the corresponding action to what card they chose.  It continues on like this going clockwise around the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace-5 : You either drink 1-5 gulps, or choose someone else to drink that many.&lt;br /&gt;6 : Waterfall.  Everyone drinks until the person on their left stops.&lt;br /&gt;7 : Everyone has to talk in questions.&lt;br /&gt;8 : BOXHEAD.  You have to wear a box on your head (with eyeholes) and drink the same amount as whoever chooses a card from then on.&lt;br /&gt;9 : Bust a rhyme.  One person says a word, then the person on their left has to say a word that rhymes, then it continues all the way around the circle.&lt;br /&gt;10 : I forget&lt;br /&gt;Jack : You get to make up a rule. ie. grab someone's boob when drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Queen : I forget&lt;br /&gt;King : Communal cup.  Everyone pours some of their drink into the communal cup, then the person who draws the last king has to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lauren was speaking really loudly.  When asked what kind of horses she likes, she replied "BIG ONES!".  Another symptom of hers is that she says "I love you" a lot.   She fell backwards several times, and smiled a lot.  When we had to bust a rhyme, it went "Stop" "Chop" "Flop"... then Lauren said "Fuck"...  It was HI-larious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I had to leave at 12:00 so I didn't see anyone else drunk.  As for me, I had not even a quarter of a bottle of WKD (tastes like blue freezie),  half of a Smirnoff Ice bottle, and a bottle and a half of some Strawberry Daquiri stuff.  I feel fine.  Not even a buzz... Keep in mind this is my second time drinking.  The first time I didn't even have a whole glass of Smirnoff Ice.  Beh, I puked a little in my mouth.  Too much information?  Too bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The best pirate pick-up line: "Prepare to be boarded!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106403439101349538?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106403439101349538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106403439101349538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106403439101349538' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106401126199402252</id><published>2003-09-19T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T18:41:01.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bm, F#7, G, D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Black Beauty (or Black Betty)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new guitar and case:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/guitar.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/sky1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Off to Club 300...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106401126199402252?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106401126199402252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106401126199402252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106401126199402252' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106394113988109012</id><published>2003-09-18T23:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T23:14:13.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Move over Ben Harper,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;here I come...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything goes as planned, I will have a guitar in 14 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay.  After school I went to the Classics Club movie.  They showed Gladiator, had pizza and pop, etc.  I hung out with Julia White in the beginning, took a short break for GSA, then came back and hung out with Katherine Duffy.  Good times.  &lt;a href="http://bandages.blogspot.com"&gt;Chien&lt;/a&gt; was there also which was neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night is &lt;a href="http://fivemilestonowhere.blogspot.com"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;'s party!  Huzzah!  I love bowling shoes.  They're so sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quis est pater vobis?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106394113988109012?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106394113988109012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106394113988109012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106394113988109012' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106376587379396765</id><published>2003-09-16T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T22:31:13.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Plenty of room at the Hotel California...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Livin' it up at the Hotel California...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, we have an Environment Club at our school this year.  I definitely joined, and the first meeting was today after school.  So now I'm president of Amnesty, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; in the Environment Club.  I swear, I'm the newage hippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was even more fun tonight than it was last week.  I drove there and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My update on going to The Eagles concert:  It's not happening.  My dad doesn't want to pay that much money.  I guess I agree with him, considering this is their SECOND "final concert" in 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait... We're getting the tail end of a hurricane this friday.  Huzzah! Plenty of rain, and as we all know, I love rain.  I would stand out in the rain for hours, if it lasted that long.  I also love being underwater.  Same thing, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm off to do homework then bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just a spoon full of sugar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106376587379396765?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106376587379396765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106376587379396765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106376587379396765' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106376260217311012</id><published>2003-09-16T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T22:33:48.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Woo-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hoo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Once again I have copied Chien and moved my comments to Haloscan while keeping the old comments under a different link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) I hope y'all dig this groovy tune I chose.  It's my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) I don't have a C, I just thought it looked plain without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Later Days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106376260217311012?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106376260217311012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106376260217311012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106376260217311012' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106367770151327364</id><published>2003-09-15T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T22:09:36.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Concert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For Toronto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made this new theme with a flash banner.  A neat concert picture I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it just me, or was there an abundance of black and white seizure inducing words tonight on Paradise Hotel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rock on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106367770151327364?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106367770151327364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106367770151327364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106367770151327364' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106366462828498065</id><published>2003-09-15T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T18:32:04.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Plenty of room at the Hotel California...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Any time of year, you can find it here...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, today was awesome.  I guess LEAD isn't so bad after all, looking past the Caz.  I got to miss the last 3 periods, AND go home 30 minutes early.  Wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first class I had law, which is pretty interesting but it's a lot of writing.  Then I had a bio quiz.   Then I helped out with picture day (by helped out I mean sat around on my ass watching everyone else work) during art.  I got bored so Brent and I went to Main St Grill (so good!) during my lunch.  We went back to school, I sat on my ass some more, then I left at 2:20pm.  Huzzah!  What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent and I sat around after school talking about upcoming events.  We are going to The Eagles' last concert this thursday night.  I will buy my guitar on friday during the day, then friday night is Lauren's bday P-A-R-T-A-Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fun for everyone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106366462828498065?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106366462828498065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106366462828498065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106366462828498065' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106359127824302758</id><published>2003-09-14T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T22:01:18.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear School,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loathe you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of it already.  Partially behind in schoolwork too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 'Malibu's Most Wanted' again with Brent.  That is one of the funniest movies of all time, fo' schizzle.  Jamie Kennedy is so funny.  Taye Diggs was funny in it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh!  I need to buy my acoustic guitar soon.  I will call her Black Beauty because she is Black and Beautiful.  What an original name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amnesty Amnesty Amnesty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106359127824302758?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106359127824302758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106359127824302758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106359127824302758' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106358995770232655</id><published>2003-09-14T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T21:43:36.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lauren caught me dancing on videotape.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was so spontaneous...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;input type=image src=http://www.videodesk.net/images/wmtbvi2.gif onclick=javascript:window.open('http://www.videodesk.net/Wmt_Show.aspx?web_key=199','preview_window','resizable=yes,toolbar=0,height=462,width=760,left=5,top=2,,scrollbars=1') &gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I am a loser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106358995770232655?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106358995770232655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106358995770232655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106358995770232655' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106351419919230448</id><published>2003-09-14T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T00:36:39.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My friend asked me if I wanted a frozen banana.  I said no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanted a regular one later, so yeah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove some more today.  Driving is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the same thing today, except watched 'Edward Scissorhands'.  I made &lt;a href="http://fivemilestonowhere.blogspot.com"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; her birthday present, a Stewie Gilligan Griffin and Brian shirt.  It's the 'Road to Rhode Island' song outfits.  The rest of the night, we sat around playing solitaire and listening to Mitch Hedberg.  Holy shit, he has some of the funniest stuff EVER.  What a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://starchild.streams.com/starchild/wesley/ass.html"&gt;I whipped a donkey's ass 1000 times, thanks to Wesley Willis.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oprah Winfrey, Oprah Winfrey!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106351419919230448?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106351419919230448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106351419919230448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106351419919230448' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106342879391432027</id><published>2003-09-13T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T23:50:40.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"I'm so lonely.  I wish someone was here..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Did someone order a pizza?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to &lt;a href="http://yaargh.blogspot.com"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt;'s today, &lt;a href="http://fivemilestonowhere.blogspot.com"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt; came too obviously.  We watched 'The Man Who Cried' which was pretty good.  The lip synching was absolutely horrible, and there wasn't very much dialogue.  Christina Ricci was good in it, and Johnny Depp was really mysterious.  The sex scene under the stage was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie, we made our own B-Horror movie.  It was terrible, but that's what was funny.  Then we went into the basement and made a cheezy porn movie.  &lt;a href="http://yaargh.blogspot.com"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; was getting steamy, and she felt so alone (see top).  I walk in with a pizza box and recite the oh-so-cliche line (see top).  Then there are a few two-second clips of different abstract sex positions.  It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;a href="http://yaargh.blogspot.com"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt;! Don't hit that Grandpa!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106342879391432027?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106342879391432027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106342879391432027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106342879391432027' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106324328890863486</id><published>2003-09-10T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:06:50.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pain Killer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feeling Oblivion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turin Brakes is the best band ever.  They are english.  I found them by typing random words in Kazaa, so they are MY band.  Steal them, and die.  I will go make a tshirt of them now.  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update&lt;/em&gt;: (9:59pm, same day) I made a turin brakes tshirt and a samnmax tshirt.  they both rule.  I think by now, all I wear is custom made tees.  I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...my love is giving me head, feeling very guilty breaking the bread..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106324328890863486?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106324328890863486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106324328890863486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106324328890863486' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106324121066897846</id><published>2003-09-10T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T20:46:50.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bollocks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is Harry On The Boat?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard there are a lot of Greg-pictures in the yearbook.  I got mine today, and I don't see so many.  Well, maybe there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make it onto music council this year.  I have been on for the last two years, contributing more than my share.  I guess they didn't know that, because I did more 'behind-the-scenes' stuff.  I was really upset when I found out, but now I think I'm okay.  The people on music council are pretty snotty and elitist anyway.  It sucked without Merrin, too.  Fa!  I have a little conspiracy theory about what happened when the execs were choosing reps (ie gfs, bffs).  I wouldn't trust them half as far as I could throw them (My upper body strength is WE-EAK!).  Obviously this is my bitter-half typing, so pay no attention to my pathetic theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had band.  Now that I'm in grade 11, we have band tuesday nights from 6:30-8:30pm.  Thank god Buffy was cancelled or I would be taping a LOT, and 24 is on at 9:00pm.  Band was really fun, mostly because it's made up of grade 11s AND 12s.  Whee.  We play a bunch of fun songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I have band.  I'm not so excited about that.  7:00-8:00am.  Then at lunch I have Saxophone Quartet, then after school I might go to GSA and at night I have School Council (not to be confused with Student Council).  A very hectic day, but overall fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't wait to dissect a fetal pig in bio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106324121066897846?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106324121066897846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106324121066897846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106324121066897846' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106298923365435801</id><published>2003-09-07T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T22:51:17.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Boys don't cry."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Maybe boys don't cry", he thought, "but humans do."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so tiring.  I have x-lag from the sleepover, so the throbbing headache keeps pounding at my brain.  9 hours won't be a long enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 items for homework over the weekend.  One was to write a short story revolving around a quote, for english class.  The other was to do a bunch of math problems.  They were both boring but I actually did them, thus I am very proud.  Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I am listening to Ben Harper, but soon I will change to Billy Joel.  Then I might watch Sue Johanson, just because she cracks me up.  I love the song 'Another Lonely Day' by Mr. Ben.  It's so mellow and soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go to bed I need to make a new Amnesty Poster.  I will do that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Remember when your penis was throbbing?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106298923365435801?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106298923365435801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106298923365435801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106298923365435801' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106290754623413274</id><published>2003-09-07T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T00:07:49.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Andrea!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That trick is funny, but so cliche&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first week was mediochre.  I'm going to try very hard to do well in school this year, and it seems that I will be able to excel (...so far...).  On day 1 I have University Math, with a teacher that cracks me up because she talks to herself ("You're going too slow Ms. Chow. I'm going as fast as I can!"), Art with Ms Ross, Instrumental Music with Mr Thomas, lunch, then Enriched English with Ms Berchem.  On day 2 I have Law (which I might change to Media English), University Biology (hardest subject for me), Graphic Design (woo! woo!), lunch, then French (shudder) with Mme Thomas.  I don't know why I am still taking french in grade 11, but my mom wants me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday night, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/celestialfaery"&gt;Merrin&lt;/a&gt; and I went to her house to discuss&lt;a href="http://www.amnestyinternational.ca"&gt; Amnesty International.&lt;/a&gt;  If you didn't already know, she and I are the presidents of the club this year at  our school.  We just talked about upcoming plans, and came up with a first meeting date and what will be said.  WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 17th is the first meeting, so come to room 29 (for MDHS students)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school on Thursday I almost got initiated.  I am in grade 11, goddamnit!  I was walking home alone and two older looking guys spotted me thinking I was a 9er, so I decided to cut away from them, through the ravine field.  BAD idea.  They ran towards me, and shouted "He's cutting, get him!" but I just walked calmly away... As they got near, they noticed that I was their age because one of them knew me.  The taller one asked if they could initiate me anyway.  I said no, and thought "What a fucking idiot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school on Friday I didn't want to walk home, because of what happened after school on Thursday.  I couldn't get a ride so I walked home with Brent, who was confused as to why I was so paranoid.  Friday night I hung out with Brent some more and we had a sleepover.  We're childish in that way, I guess.  I burned myself copies of 10 of his CDs, because I'm getting back into music.  For a while I have barely been listening to it at all, which is somewhat depressing.  Now I have 3 Ben Harper, 2 John Mayer, 2 Coldplay, 1 Phish, 1 Red Hot, and 1 Sam Roberts.  Earlier that night we went to Cosmo's music store and played around with the keyboards, guitars, ukuleles and electric drumkits.  I decided I am going to buy a guitar (I have wanted one since May).  I found one that I want to buy at Cosmo's which is black, feels right, costs $220, and is all around hott.  I am excited.  Anyway, back to the sleepover.  We watched Edward Scissorhands and a bunch of TV, swam and went in the hot tub, then walked to McDonalds at 5am for an early breakfast of hot cakes with syrup.  We went to bed at 7am saturday morning, and woke up at 1:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met up with &lt;a href="http://fivemilestonowhere.blogspot.com"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://yaargh.blogspot.com"&gt; Andrea&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://aforcedsmile.blogspot.com"&gt;Trish&lt;/a&gt; at East Side Marios.  I ordered a cake and birthday singers for &lt;a href="http://yaargh.blogspot.com"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt;, ... Her birthday is April 21st, Fa!  Then we went to &lt;a href="http://cherry-garcia.blogspot.com"&gt;Olivia&lt;/a&gt;'s and sat around doing nothing but listening to music.  I am so tired now... So I will sleep soon.  I hope my sleep isn't COMPLETELY thrown off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I Want A Chocolate Erection"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106290754623413274?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106290754623413274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106290754623413274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106290754623413274' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106255118801251314</id><published>2003-09-02T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T21:06:28.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just wrote a long entry and it deleted itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too tired to redo it, but will update tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106255118801251314?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106255118801251314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106255118801251314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106255118801251314' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290505.post-106247274104656753</id><published>2003-09-01T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T17:44:47.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So much to say...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...But so lazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an excellent explanation for me not updating in... 5 days.  My &lt;a href="http://anticyclone909.blogspot.com"&gt;brother&lt;/a&gt; had a LAN party on Monday the 25th.  I got back on the 29th.  He has been so busy packing for university, that he hasn't had time to bring the modem&amp;router back upstairs.  This morning at 6am we took him to Brock, unpacked his stuff, and said goodbye.  It will be very lonely as an only child, but at the same time, it has it's positive qualities (my own bathroom, yes!).  But I digress... When we got home, I hooked everything back up, so now I am up and running!  Score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as the last day of summer, was fun.  Helped &lt;a href="http://anticyclone909.blogspot.com"&gt;the bro &lt;/a&gt;move in to res, made &lt;a href="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/stewiet.JPG"&gt;a Stewie tshirt&lt;/a&gt;, and went out.  First I went to Kelsey's with &lt;a href="http:/yaargh.blogspot.com"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://fivemilestonowhere.blogspot.com"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;.  The waiter was really sweaty and his face was constantly shiny and wet.  During dinner we decided against seeing "My Boss' Daughter", which looked bad anyway.  Ashton Kutcher is a horrible movie actor, ie Just Married... He clings to his typecast 'dumbass' role.  Instead, we decided upon getting more of &lt;a href="http://members.rogers.com/smglover/joker.JPG"&gt;'the cards'&lt;/a&gt;.  We each have a total of 4 now.  Only 50 more for a full deck!  Haha, that's $200... Blast!  After purchasing said cards, we moved on to DDR!  I beat both the gals, because they just plain suck.  Oh yeah.  That's right.  Next, on we went to &lt;a href="http:/yaargh.blogspot.com"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt;'s to watch 'Freaks and Geeks', the raddest show ever made (next to Family Guy and Buffy and 24).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I am tired, relaxed, excited, and nervous.  Listening to 'Bad Reputation' by Joan Jett, and lovin' it.  Time for bed though, for it will be a long day tomorrow.  Oh yeah.  That's right.  One last note before I'm off.  To all the university students that read this, especially my &lt;a href="http://anticyclone909.blogspot.com"&gt;brother&lt;/a&gt;:  Good luck, have fun, be safe.  I love you!  Cheers.  (the I love you part is for &lt;a href="http://anticyclone909.blogspot.com"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt; only...  It's an inside joke...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BEWARE OF THE CAZ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5290505-106247274104656753?l=watchitfall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106247274104656753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5290505/posts/default/106247274104656753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchitfall.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106247274104656753' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244232980420293631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
