Terezita's first day as a Cast Member at Disneyland went really well. She loved it. They did something called "Traditions" today, which is somewhat of a presentation and tour of how cast members are supposed to act in the park. She loved it. I think that she's really going to like working there.
Other than that, not much happened. I finally got in touch with Best Man II, Allan. This got me thinking. I've known Allan for years and years and years. He is without a doubt my oldest friend. We hung out a whole lot in our lives. But recently, our lives have taken different tracks. He was always a lot... deeper than me. He is a dark poet, long hair, a dirty prophet, standing on the corner screaming for all the world to hear that the world is most certainly coming to an end. And he's often right. Whereas I may pen a poem to disclose - to let out - to flush onto the paper, Allan seems to live a poetic existance. In politics, we often agree (Socialists as we are), but he takes a more active revolutionary role. Why don't I? I have often coveted Allan's commitment to a cause. He is a far better man than me. He may very well change the world. I seem to stand on the shoulders of giants with my friends. Kasey too, is on his way to a promising political career. I'm sort of "Greg, friend to the stars!" Now, I'm really not depressed or anything by this. I am very happy for my friends. They are great men. They will do great things. I hope that I can join them. My life, though, is a different one. I have a different path. As Mohandas Gandhi said, "As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world - that is the myth of the atomic age - as in being able to remake ourselves." Or, as my mom says, "Different strokes for different folks." I love my friends. They have always been there for me and I wish them the best of luck in their futures. To them, I propose a toast. Cheers!
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Barely got it in as the last post of the day, too!
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