Currently Playing Live from Mars By Ben Harper see related

- Power of the Gospel (Track 3, Disc 2)

Oh Xanga I miss you. I don't really like Myspace.

Xanga is marijuana. Myspace is heroin. I've moved on, but I long for the days when I was just a xanga user (pothead) and not a myspace used (crank addict).

Xanga fits me much better because I'm self-centered. First and foremost, it's all about the stuff I write. I mean, the downside is that there's less pretty pictures....but it's about me, and I like that.

If it was a perfect world, I'd stick with xanga and you'd all read it and love it and be happy. But that's just not the case. I must go where the people are, so I can get my message out to the world. I'm not quite sure what that message is yet. But I shall distribute it to the masses. Unfortunately, it will probably be through myspace. But never fear, I shall return to XANGALAND from time to time.

I'm sorry xanga. Maybe in another place, in another time, our relationship could have worked out. And who knows, maybe i'll come back for good one day. But until that day, I'll always remember the good times. Especially the post I wrote about the show "elimidate." That one was funny. Or my post with all the pictures that Tommy took. That was a good time. Oh so many memories. Farewell Xanga. Don't be a stranger.

Currently Playing Eat at Whitey's By Everlast see related

- Black Jesus

It's been awhile since I updated. Since last time a lotta stuff has happened. Basically the last part of break was more fun because I actually did stuff. 2005, the year I graduate high school, go to college, and turn 18 (yes in that order, i really am young), is upon us. Lets make it count. Live it up and don't look back.

My house is back to its incredibly boring/irritating state now that Becky has gone back to Michigan. I think I'm gonna have to resort to sleeping in Mike's RV. jk.....probably.

Like 3 weeks till state, and Unit IV will surely own all competition. We get to stay in the Hilton. I'm gunnin for the "Paris Suite." My room is awesome by the way. Me, Carl, Damian, and of course Rick James Wilson. I have no prediction at this point, but if we burn the hotel room down, it isn't our fault.

So, I got a myspace recently. I still prefer xanga, mostly because I'm self-centered and want it all to be about me. The biggest advantage of myspace is that people ask to be my friend. It's good for self-esteem.

Here's a little something I wrote in MYSPACE that nobody will read:

"A little while ago, I got a sudden craving for junior mints. It made no sense. I'm not pregnant. It just kind of came out of nowhere. Of course, I don't have any junior mints in my home.

But thats life....when you want junior mints, they're nowhere in sight. You got to make due with what you got sometimes. If you're gonna be happy, it's not because of what you have, but what you do with it.....but i really would like some fuckin junior mints.

So, I went downstairs and, because of the lack of junior mints, I ate some cereal.

Some of you might say, "Greg, that cereal couldn't have possibly been as good as junior mints would have been." And maybe you're right. But if you think everything has to be one certain way, and that there is only one path to happiness, then you're just going to end up disappointed.

And you know what? That cereal was damn good. Just because you don't have exactly what you want, doesn't mean you can't be satisfied. If you disagree, that's too bad because my bowl of kix just proved you wrong."

2005 CLUB - ONLY THE RAW SURVIVE

Currently Playing Anthem By Less Than Jake see related

- Motown Never Sounded So Good

I've kind of neglected this thing...but it's okay cause there's not really any new comments anyway. Just that mysteriously creepy message from the anonymous "nicejugs."

Anyway, there's not really much to update about. I haven't really left my house for the last few days. I've been pretty useless.

My legs are still sore cause I ran all the way to Mike's house a few days ago while listening to Less than Jake. "Anthem" is a good alubum to run to. As I passed 7-11, I thought, "hey i wonder what mike's doin?" So I kept running 'till I got to Mike's........and then I got tired.....so, I stopped running.

Besides that, I've been really inactive. Slept a lot. Played a lot of solitare on the computer. It's getting really sad. When I close my eyes, I still see those damn cards, and I lose my will to live. I don't realize how pointless it is until I win and that little "Congratulations" message comes up. "Congratulations, you won this game of computer solitare, you can die happy knowing that you haven't wasted your life.You've accomplished a whole lot. WOW. Congratu-fuckin-lations. Amazing. Seriously though, go make some real friends you poor bastard."
Okay, so maybe it doesn't really say that, but wouldn't that be something if it did?

Oh yeah, my room is now clean, so i can start messing it up again.

Happy New Year everybody! '05, BITCHES!

Currently Watching The Big Lebowski By Jeff Bridges, John Goodman see related

I gotta do this project by Wednesday (hooray for procrastination) to apply for the a scholarship at Tulane. While I'm probably not gonna get it, and even if I do, I'm not sure if i want to go to this school, I'm gonna try to make this damn good. There are no specifications for the project, except that it has to fit inside an 8 1/2" by 11" folder

here is my idea:
It's about how there's these assumptions about how a teenager should act. We form these certain groups (preppy, skater/stoner, AP student, emo, athlete) and are expected to act like everyone else in that group. I want to change my appearance to look like each of these stereotypical high school groups. Then film myself acting like each of these people with stereotypical personalities (i could even make up fake names). Then at the end, I'll talk about why it's bullshit to think we can group people together like that

I have 3 options on how to organize this.
1. Each personality is interviewed and talks about themself
2. See how each personality reacts in different situations
3.
AlwaysMeg: u could interview the people on what they think others' think of them and then what they think of the other people in the other groups
AlwaysMeg: and then juxtapose the parts together
AlwaysMeg: so first all the comments about the jocks then all about the AP kids etc

Any suggestions on how to make this good? 413-5390 or IM me

I'm gonna need some help on this. Brainstorming is key. Tell me your ideas.

and now, here are the failed ideas:
1. calendar with pictures
2. children's book
3. cd of my life with a book explaining each song choice
4. "my name is greg zissel. I'm applying for the dean's honor scholarship at tulane university, and I'm going to stay awake for the next 72 hours and record the entire thing"
5. build a giant lego snowman and videotape
6. start a rock band and release a CD in 3 days
7. send a lock of my hair
8. at donut wheel for 24 hours
9. see how much of the encyclopedia you could read in 24-hour period
10. make waffles
11. send one of my organs in paper bag
12. photocopy of my butt

Anyway, everybody help me out. This is your chance to make fun of everybody else. Who doesn't love to do that?

Currently Playing Alive II By Kiss see related

- Detroit Rock City, Dr. Love, I Wanna Rock and Roll All Night - - - -

WOW, where do I start?
(note: if you are short on time or just want me to get to the goddamn point, please scroll down until you see the words, "NOW, FOR THE REAL STORY")

G Ziss 75: i wanna do somethin raw
bckinblck66: me too
G Ziss 75: what do u wanna do
bckinblck66: im not sure
bckinblck66: im kinda ready to cash my safeway sandwich

So it began. At about 7:00, with the awesome events of monday still fresh in our minds, I roll in my van to go get Tommy.

First stop: SAFEWAY
Safeway's always awesome for me and Tommy. Today, Kelly McGlaughlin - my co-host for our awesome rally on Friday - was working. We've decided that I need to light up a joint in the middle of the rally and get expelled and become a legend.

Hmmmmm, what to do next?
Stop 2: GATE'S GARAGE
We stop by uninvited to play extreme bumper pool and listen to that rave song with the harmonica. It was awesome; I even beat Chris in the first game! And Tommy went a combined 1-13 against me and Chris.

At some point, Gate gets home, with information about a concert at the mall with the Donnas.
TOMMY: "Is that the best gig they could get? I feel kind of bad for them... playing a Pleasanton mall on a Wednesday night."
CHRIS: "Yeah, I could play the mall"

Eventually, we decide to go anyway...

GATE DRIVING MY VAN BLASTING A KISS LIVE ALBUM = DATE
We stop by Andora's, but of course he is sleeping and wants to keep it that way.

Stop 3: THE MALL

Outside of Hollister is a line of emo kids and there's no way I'm waiting behind these people. First, I asked some Hollister-looking kid in a Hollister shirt if he wanted to give it to me so I could pretend I worked there and get in. But he was a dick and said "no." So, I try to charm my way in by talking to the security guards. While they agree that I would make a kick-ass roadie, they wouldn't let me in. Bummer, man.

What to do? Luckily, we see Hillary and Corinne there and hang out with them for a little while.

NOW, FOR THE REAL STORY:
I don't remember who suggested it, but I'm assuming it was Gatehouse....cause it always is. YOU GUYS NEED TO RUN SHIRTLESS THROUGH THE MALL. Obviously a genius idea, especially with the added police.

After some delays, Tommy Houston and I, GZiss, take action. Our plan is to run by Hollister, keep going until we hit the stairs, go up, run out of Macy's to my van.

For some reason, the words, "I AM THE RE-ENCARNATION OF THE BUDDHA!!!" came out of me as we ran by. Tommy did an excellent job of jumping OVER a hot tub. Unfortunately, the rent-a-cops (I can't believe it's not bacon) were displeased.

As we're running up the stairs, they close the gate to Macy's. Now caught by the "cops," I was afraid for a second, until I realized that they have no real authority. They stopped us from escaping....so they could kick us out.

I had to blow kisses to the crowd of people, our fans. Props to Becca and all the caffeine she was on for yelling out stuff like "GREG ZISSEL IS MY IDOL." The only problem is that all the people there, including the fake cops, now knew my full name. Good times.

Side Note 2: One of the cops chasing after us kind of hurt his ankle really badly. Sad. Another one of Pleasanton's finest cut down in the line of duty. While I didn't know of the injury until after we left, I wish you a speedy recovery.

After a victory lap on Foothill's campus in my van, we dropped off Gate and stopped by the Safeway tent one more time before heading home.

Wow i made that waaaaaaay too long. I guess I was making up for not writing about monday. Oh well.
YOU WANTED THE BEST AND YOU'VE GOT THE BEST. THE HOTTEST BAND IN THE WORLD. KISS!!!!!!!!!!!