The first real spring break I had, was in a word....spring breakish. lol.  picture mtv spring break, with all the beaches, exposed flesh, rowdy people, and the insane amounts of illegal acts going on...now cut and copy me in that image.  That was what it was.  Ok so I spent 17 consecutive hours in a car getting down there.  no stopping except for gas and bathroom breaks, but my companions, Cait and Izzie, found a way to keep outselves from going out of our minds.  The trip back was another story, but I'm getting ahead of myself.  Cut to, the moment we step out of the car on to my parents lovely floridian condo at island club west.  I think we flew up the steps and couldn't wait to relax in the house.  Next morning, we drove to the thriving, exciting daytona beach, where the smell of sex and booze and something else, hung in the air, and an expanse of muscle and barely covered private parts as far as the eye could see, plus pete, harry, scott, tom, danielle, and the multitude of other characters we met there that day.  Playing football in the sand, sun poisoning, freezing cold waters, accidental exposures, yada yada blah blah, sums up our day at the holiday inn, the night however, is a different story.  We attempted to go to the clubs but a few of us, not mentioning names...cough. cough, izzie, cough, forgot their ids.  So the next day, me and my girls went to check out the stores in and around orlando, for some shopping, and then, we finally made it back to daytona, and this time got in the club for real.  Cait got the 21 stamp, boo that, but hey I got to profit as well.  I got a rose from a lovely man named artie, so sweet.  danced in a cage with izzie, got hit on more times than I have in my entire life combined, and then went back to the hotel.  The rest is a secret that happened in daytona, and stays in daytona, but all I have to say to that is 'Bison'? hahaha.  Disney came next, with three hours of sleep, me scott, cait, izzie, and pete spent the day there, 'mmmmhmmmm makin pies?' had lots of fun, made cait cry, ate at the sci-fi diner, and finally allowed our bodies at least one decent night of sleep.  thursday, we went back to daytona to wish our friends goodbye. it's also apparently a bad thing to use someone's bathroom without acknowledging it's their house....but yea. whatever, then we went back home had a strictly girls nite, and went to bed.  Next day, we stole some oranges, bought more gifts and nick nacks, ate at red lobster, which what cait and I had been dying to do since sunday.  And that my friends sums up the florida part of my trip.  The escapade home is a different matter though,  got lost in virigina for about 4 hours, lol.  Never ever! punch a GPS it will mess with you.  We really did loose our minds on the way back.  I don't know where it went.  BUT AWESOME experience in general.  I love my girls and I wouldn't want it any other way.

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Ummm so yea.  Shoestring, had a really awesome rehearsal the other day.  WE did the first work with our color partner.  Mike...love you like cake.  You're a funny little valentine.  But we all connected in an amazing way.  We danced to the beat of a drum provided by our percussionist, the lovely David Milo, and Mike and I started clapping first, and then everyone started clapping, and then we all got in a big circle and started clapping, and I broke out the 'Oh mickey your so fine' bit which was pretty cool.  It was just amazing.  I think we all grew a little closer.  In light of that I think I have the worst case of cabin fever that one could ever possibly imagine.  I have no motivation to do anything, and I only want to stay at home and watch law and order re-runs.  I need some sun, I need some fresh air that won't freeze my moist lungs over,  I NEED SPRING now.  I can't take this anymore I'm going to rip my hair out.  I know next week will be a good week for me.  I'm going to force myself to go to all my classes and do the whole responsibillity thing.  And I'm gonna eat better.  If you guys only knew the crap I ate alone today, you would gain weight and your cholesterol would shoot up just from knowing.  Alright, well it's 2 in the morning, and I am doing my body a disservice by staying up this late when I have class in about 6 hours so.  TTFN.  ta ta for now.

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Mmm. so yea.  things are back to normal.  almost.  The calica crew was momentarily split up in every direction, but I think things are winding down.  All I know, is that I love everyone of them, no matter what.  Plans for a kick butt spring break are underway.  mmmm florida.  haha that could be awesome.  crossin the fingers like mad crazy.  So can I just say how much a pain in the a## this class is?  I love shoestring I really do, but why do I specifically need to walk around in high heels and a skirt.  I understand I have an 'athletic' walk to put it mildly, but honestly it's negative 3495749875 degrees outside and 2 freakin feet of snow.   Let's be realistic here.  I dunno.  I like Joe (director) honestly do, but grrrrrr. no one else has to do side work like this. no one.  I'm a bouncing ball by the way.  long story.  follow me. hahaha.  I'm gonna make a documentary about the shoestring group, maybe win an award or something.  that'd be hot.  Writting two songs at the moment.  One about friendship, and one about unrequited love.  I have a lot of experience with the latter, so I figured I'd do something creative with it.  Ummm, what else?  I hate valentines day.  haha.  Oh.  and I have this weird feeling again.  Like something is gonna happen, something I've been waiting for.  I dunno what, but it's there everytime I'm not thinking.  Feels like somethings gonna bust out.  lol.  oh well.  that's it for now.

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Life lesson #39: sometimes giving up is the better thing to do.  I know they've been drilling it in to your heads since grade-school; winners never quit, if you fall off the bike just get right back on, yada yada, blah blah.  And that's all fine and dandy when it comes to chasing your dream and getting somewhere with your goals in life, but what if it applies to a person.  How many times do you be the better person and forgive the cheating boyfriend, or the uncaring best friend?  Is it a relationship that you shouldn't give up on because maybe, someday, they might turn around and shower you with every kind of relationship need that you've ever wanted from them?  What do you do?  How do you hate someone you love?  Well, here's the key folks.  Obviously, the truest form of love is forgiveness...we are all human....and we all makes mistakes here and there.  However, I tend to view relationships as something similar to that of an employee/employer.  If the employee is a generally good worker and messes up once in a while, then he/she gets to keep the job, but one too many mistakes...well, let's just say it's grounds for termination.  The human emotion of love is a business.  There is an equal give and take, there is a transfferal, and there are bargains to be made as well. So when the business of love is losing costs, and the stocks are dropping....without leveling or gaining profit....freakin SELL...and save your own ass.  It may hurt, and it may really make your life a living hell, but it's always better to be broke then to be in debt up to your eye balls.  So if you've been hanging on, toss in the towel and call it a night because in the morning because, trust me, you'll be all the wiser for it.

Sorry for sounding a bit like Carrie from Sex and the City, but I'm blonde, I like to write, and I live in New Brunswick.  I am a virgin though, so technically I'm Cory from No Sex in the City.  There's my advice...read it, take it, do something with it, eat it.  whatevs.

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Three....two....one....and we're back folks, nice of you to join me at this time, I'm Cory Egreczky and here's the latest news...I went to the basketball courts this afternoon to get in some exercise, and I happened upon Nat.  He's this sixty-some senior who I met at the courts earlier on this year.  He calls me the incredible rutgers girl because he says I got a shot like some player on the girls' team (I don't follow the games so yea).  But wow, what a nice old guy.  Gentlemen, keep in mind to grow up to be as nice as him some day.  On to other news, I made a short film in class today about a teacher who was killed by her student.  lots of fun.  lots of takes too.  Oh! wait, wait, wait....this just in....it seems to me that the reports are in...and I am NOT PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE!  I just happen to be a very cool headed person.  Thank you.  Have a nice day.  Oh, and before I sign off, a word to all you Kentuckians out there, please call me.  I know life is busy but spare me twenty. Enjoy your evening.

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