All right. You got me. I guess I've been trying not to do this next one.

I got my check from Dad on Monday. And after an incredibly kind gift from Grandpa (more later), I'll have no trouble getting on my feet in Huntington. I plan to go this Sunday. This, of course, means that I'll be without the internet for a long while, and I won't be able to update very often. I'll try, but no promises.

All right. So about Grandpa. I never go to see him ever, and I always feel really bad about it. In fact, it's feeling bad about never going to see him that keeps me from going to see him. I just imagine him as an old lonely man that spends his days wishing hes grandson would come by. And when's the first time I come by? When I need money, that's when. (I told you I feel terrible.) I found his graduation gift, a check for $300, when I was cleaning up my room the other day. I really do need the money, and I wanted to cash the check, but I wasn't about to do it without asking him first. I mean, it was from 2001. So I truck myself over there the other day, and he's so nice. I felt like he just wanted me to stay. I wish he would've been mad. I wish he would've just said no. I deserve no. I feel awful.

I'm pretty worried about getting a job up there. I mean, there are a few jobs I know I could get immediately, but they sound pretty bad. I think I'd like a retail job. But let's be honest, if I don't have a solid lead on a job by Tuesday, I'm probably working at Bob Evans. Or I could go to CDG. I hear you can make some mad bank workin there. And what with my previous tele-sales experience, I'd be bling-blingin' by ring-ringin' in no time. (Three Points!)

Come on. You liked it.

Speaking of liking things (Worst segue since, "Speaking of anything other than panda bears"), I saw The Hulk last night, and anyone who doesn't like it is wrong. Everything about it was the best it could have possibly been. . . except for the plot, which, to be fair, was about as deep as a movie about a giant green guy that throws heavy stuff around for a long time could be.

I got one of those Spinbrush Pro toothbrushes, and let me tell you guys, my teeth are dentist clean. I can't tell if it's because the Spinbrush is an oral hygiene tool far superior to my manual toothbrush, or if it's because I brush my teeth every chance I get now that I have a toothbrush that whirs. Either way, thanks go to the tooth cleaner machine maker people. Good job guys!

Earlier tonight, Rob beat Jared, Brandon, and me in two consecutive cage matches on Wrestlemania X8. Going into the third I added a stipulation to the match: Should Rob achieve the hat-trick, I would leave town tomorrow. So when people ask you why I left town today, tell them it's because I lost a wrestling match. A cage match. I should note that Rob went on to steal the fourth from me by the most bullshit-induced, craptabulous fluke that I've ever seen in my life. It made me hate him in real life for a bit.

I've written a few short pieces on random stuff, and I think I'll be posting them together just before I post this. That'll make this the first one you see. I want to use the other one as a sort of spare Greg. Don't read it now. Read it in a few days, when you start to feel deprived of Greg.In fact, try to forget about it, and read it sometime when you've gotten so bored that you're reading this again to see if I've changed any of the spelling. So, if this is your second time reading, you should read the previous post now. It'll be fun.

I guess I'm gonna go now. It's so late it's early. Umm... sign the guestbook, and play Poke the Bunny!

Later.