Longs

So, I'm working at Longs now. Thats pretty exciting. What else is new... I still dream, you know. Someday I'm going to hitch hike across the country with my suitcase and guitar in hand, playing music and learning about people and life. I'll write poetry and sing songs about whatever comes to mind. Someday. I'll make it happen someday.

Greg Murray life update

So... lets see... what have I been up to recently.... I've been looking for a job... thats kinda... something... Oh yeah, me and Brett went to San Diego to hang out with Calvin and Robby. That was pretty much awesome. Best vacation ever. Its good to take a vacation from doing nothing sometimes. Sometimes I just do so much nothing that I get a head ache so I just have to put down whatever I'm not doing, take some advil, and start doing nothing. So Calvin and Robby live in San Diego now at party mansion and eat caviar out of the belly buttons of mermaids. Its pretty sweet. I really wish we could have stayed down there longer cause it was pretty cool. Lets see, more recently Aaron Brett and I went to Lake Tahoe. That was pretty much awesome... It was really cold, then really hot, then really cold, and then really hot again. It was really fun... So umm... the aliens abducted me again

Forgetfulness

Wow, I haven't blogged in a long time. Such a shame... blog blog blog blog blog blog.... so fun. So.... if you read my blog you must think I'm really cool, mustn't you? Don't be ashamed to admit it. Well you know, I wish I could say I'm surprised but really, you should see your face when you're around me. Really its quite plain. You look up to me like some sort of idol. Your knees get weak and your eyes seem to smile and your thoughts are consumed with adoration and lust. Well, I can understand that of course, I'm attracted to myself sometimes as well. Well anyways, I'm sorry I had to do this over a blog, but I'm breaking up with you. I know I know, we've had some good times but its over. If you insist on knowing why its because you're not physically attractive.

Hello

Hi

Music

So pretty much music is amazing. I went to Andrew Cox's blog and from there went to his brother's blog and he had this song on his page that was really cool. It was cool. It was Harmonium by Rogue Wave. It was like listening to to theta waves musicalized. Its really soothing. I've been having this desire to find some new music for a while. I feeling like I've been listening to the same mix of classic rock for a long time. I really like this stuff. I bought the Album at Amazon.com MP3 downloads. Its cooler than iTunes. I found the cd under the Indie and Lo-Fi section. I don't know what that means. Independent maybe, and Lo-Fi? What does that mean? Maybe its the oposite of sci-fi? So the opposite of science is ludditeism I guess. Independent Ludditeism? I dunno. I would think that luddite music would be somebody yelling drunkenly while someone plucks a string attached to a bucket.

So at church today I wasn't really paying attention in sunday school, but I was tapping my feet and I was like composing a tune to it. It was cool. There was a train like noise and a twangy guitar... and the feet tapping. The guitar was like the noise you get when you pick right at the base of the guitar, a strong steel noise. It was cool. After the class when we were leaving I told Brett Sanders about it and he had been doing the exact same thing, composing music in his head to the tapping of my feet. It was cool. We're like on the same wavelength. Me Brett and the American Movie Channel.

No Reason

So, I don't really have a reason for writing besides a innate need to feel connected to other human beings. So lets see, its about 11:43 right now as I write this and I just woke up about half an hour ago. My little brother Dan is home from school for about a week and we've been staying up playing StarCraft a bunch. We just found out that it's really fun. So I just had this lazer eye surgery about 3 weeks ago or so and its really cool. I can see without my glasses. I didn't get lasik, I got this other version called PRK, which doesn't heal as fast as lasik, but it has other benefits like not having to deal with that flap in lasik. Its cool. So I've been spending most of my days hanging out with friends as much as I can, playing music, and playing games with Danny. Its been a lot of fun. I told myself before the summer that I'd read a lot of books this summer. I was doing good but then I had the laser surgery and my vision got really blury for a week or so. I can read fine now, but that kinda messed up my habits. I've gotta get started again. Anyways, cool, thanks for reading my blog, I appreciate you.

NASA

I wrote a ltetter to nasa@nasa.gov today. I don't know if thats a real address, but I felt my message was imporant enought to try.

It went like this:

Dear NASA,

Hello. My name is Greg Murray. I am here to apply for the job of astronaut. I feel that am I fully qualified to boldly go into the vastness of space and reach into the depths of eternity. I am 22 years old.. I was going to college but I got suspended for having bad grades. II don;t have a job. I am living with my parents. I'm pretty good at video games. I really like space. I like to look at the stars sometimes. Sometimes I use pictures of galaxies for my desktop background on my computer. I think that the Hubble Space Telescope is pretty cool. So ya know, I'm all really to go. My bags are packed. Well not literally, but mentally? Emotionally? Spiritually? Yes, definitely yes. I am ready to go. Send me to the moon. Or Mars. Someplace where I have a pretty good chance of shooting aliens would be nice. Or we could make peace, that would be fine too. I am here when you need me.

Sincerely,
Gregory Mitchell Murray

Its 11:30 at night...

Its 11:30... I've been rolling around in bed for a while now and just can't get myself to fall asleep no matter how I twist and turn. I awoke in a cold sweat haunted by the demons of my self deception. I can't live this lie anymore. I am a fraud. I am not Greg Murray. The real Gregory was killed in a freak trampoline fight accident by his brothers at the age of six. I was kidnapped from the orphanage by the Murray brothers and took the place of Greg before their parents could notice. Since that day a constant supply of hallucinogenic drugs and the promise of money has keep this horrible secret within me. But the pain of a lifetime of regret has overpowered the intoxicants and I present the truth to you purely and without guile. With this admission I will leave. I go now to the lonesome crowded west, to the ancient empty streets too dead for dreaming. Goodbye to all I have known and hurt. Perhaps we will meet again in more favorable circumstances.

-Frederick Uriel Naohman

The Never Ending Story of Greggers

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Stuff

So I think that in essence life is like a big little thing that everyone sees but never views. So basically what I'm trying to say is that things are good except for when they're bad and they sky will never fall until it does. Robots have brains but they are computer brains and nobody wants to mess with computer brains unless they like that kind of stuff, I guess. Would you like ice cream or pudding more if given the choice? Onetime I saw a squirrel. He was a happy squirrel. One time when I was a little boy it rained really hard. It rained so hard that the garage got a little bit flooded. I secretly hoped that it would keep on raining so that we would have a garage pool, but that never happened. Dreams are good things. I wish that I had more of them. Dreams are like windows to dream land. I went there once. Its right outside of London. Take exit 357 off of highway 7 east out of london. They have the best candy canes there.

Your Dreams are a Waste

Your Dreams are a Waste
Cramping up my Space
I look into your face
and I see a disgrace
Disgusted by your musing and the ire of your lips
I return to my study and I yearn for your kiss
A truth never spoken is a lie
And all men were born only to die
Hope never had a truer friend than me
All your cries can never climb the tree
The way is barren broken and torn
Your love will always be met with my scorn