Why I Hate You

August 5, 2006. Another beautiful day in paradise. Greg, I hate you. You are the second most annoying person I know. Whatever I say, you have a problem with. You are like a preppy, 8 year old Stephen Colbert only without a TV show and without power. (For an example of Stephen Colbert's power, go to any elephant Wikipedia Article) Here are some stories about Greg.
One day, Greg and I are deciding where to go for lunch. I suggest Quiznos. He says no because it's bad food and too expensive and too far a walk for our High school. Greg suggests the deli. When we get there, there are no tables and all they serve are sandwiches. Also, I can only afford one kind of sandwich, spiced ham. Stop and think about that for a moment. Now, Greg, being a prep and getting all his money from his mom, he can afford any sandwich he wants plus a drink and a bag of chips. Since there are no tables, we decide to walk around town. I take one bite of my sandwich and it is horrible. I couldn't eat it. Luckily, I ran into my grandfather and he lent me money for lunch.
One day, in comptech, we are forced to pick our jobs based on some stupid test we took. I ended up with something like climate Control Technician, which is the guy who installs central air. Greg, being the cheap son of a bitch that he is, only looks at the salaries. He said that they were all trash and hoped to make more than that in his first job. I looked and one job was roughly $250,000 a year. I than pointed out to Greg that Justin makes minimum wage, and that his first job will most likely be minimum wage also, which brings in roughly $6,000 a year, if you work 3 hours every day and don't call in sick or take weekends off. For Greg to reach his goal his first job would have to pay $23 an hour and he would work for 3 hours every day and not take a single day all year off.
One day, Greg's rich mom goes out and buys a new car. That leaves one unused car. I thought she'd sell it, but I guess she's keeping it for parts or something. We are close to getting our permits, so I tell Greg that alt least HE won't have to buy a car to drive. He says yeah, but he wouldn't be caught dead driving his mom's old car. Or her new car for a matter of fact. I guess with his $23 an hour he can afford a Jag. But I don't think he lags Jags all that much...
One day, we were making fun of Greg for being a prep. He denied this, naturally, and asked us to provide proof. We pointed out that his only sports were Track, Tennis and Bowling, and he said he'd never do track again. He than accused me of being a prep because I didn't make the bowing team and was the worst person to try out. I pointed out that if I were a pre I would have made it, and he only made it because he throws a straight ball. We also pointed out that he always wears Abercrombie shirts, except when playing sports when he wore his shirt with the guy playing polo on it. We won that argument, as usual.
One day, when we went to the bagel place for lunch, Greg ordered his usual, Bacon Egg and Cheese on a poppy with salt, pepper, and katsup. However, every time he orders this, he complains about it. Tommy and I never had any complaints about our food, so we always tell him to order something we're having. He always says no instantly, and then tells us he'd rather have the bad food thatn what we're eating, because of the price difference. We tell him to stop complaing about it then. Repeat.
So, that's all for Greg. For now. Have a nice day.