Alert:Psycho On the Loose!

A few things have happened since the last time that I posted. Saturday was nothing. I spent the entire day at my house, cleaning and doing a few chores around the house. I was suppose to decorate for Christmas, so I put up some nutcrackers in my room and called it quits. At least my room is festive. I ate some fruity pebbles. Lol, they are fucking D-licious.

Wow, that is not that interesting. But, oh well, it was really fun! Now on to the good stuff.

What the fuck is wrong with my mother. How about she was gone for a whole week, last week that is, on vacation in the mountains with all her friends. I thought that vacation was suppose to calm you and make you happy and relaxed, so that you could return to reality and function properly, refreshed. Guess not! Not for my mother. No, she came back ready to fucking kill people. I was home last night and I was asleep, and early at that, and I was awakened at like 3:00 in the morning to the sounds of my crazy ass mother telling my father that she is going to kill him and leave him. I was like, "What the fuck? I must be dreaming, because I know that this bitch is not here acting all stupid after she just got back off of vacation!" Sorry, it wasn't a dream. It was all real and right outside of my door. I was too tired to go out and say anything to her. I went right back to sleep.

Well, this morning, guess what happened? If you guessed "Awoken by crazy mother threatening to kill people" you are right! I woke up this morning to the sounds of my mother, outside my room, telling my father that she hates him and me and that she is going to kill the both of us. I don't know what is wrong with her. So I went outside and I started asking her what was wrong with her and why is she being such a bitch. She just ignored me and started crying and telling me that I was going to leave her house. I was like, "Whatever!" and I went to my room. She then started saying that she was going to take my truck and go to see my brother in prison, just to piss me off. She got the other set of keys from my father and started to get ready to leave. I was not about to let her leave in my truck so that I would have no way to leave. So I took a quick shower and got ready and left. Wow! Don't you want to come and stay the night?

Once I left, I went and got a cupcake and a mountain dew. I went to the college to see who no one was there; just my luck. Then I rode around for a while and wasted some time before going to my friend Barbara's house to see her. I hadn't seen her in a while and when I got there she was at church. I called her and told her I was there so she left and came home. We went riding in her new "ghettomobile." It is cool though. I like the tires. They are big and shiny. She called them "dubs", I was not familiar with that term. She never told me what the term meant, but I just figured it had something to do with "Bling, Bling!" We talked for a while and then she went and got some food from Krystals. I was hungry but I didn't want her to buy me anything, although she just got a $15,000 settlement from a car accident. We went riding around and she talked with people that I didn't know. We got back to her house and watched some gay porn on the internet. I restored her computer because it had 3 viruses and a parasite. I was talking to Miguel on the internet and I told him I was hungry. He told me that he and Stacey had ordered 2 pizzas and that I could go and it with them. I thought, ok, and so I went and ate pizza and it was good.

Somehow, I don't really remember, after we ate, Me, Miguel, Stacey, and Danielle watched some porn and laughed at it. It was funny and kinda weird considering we were at the college and watching it on Miguel's new laptop. Oh well. Porn watching is a very bonding experience. It allows friends to cum together. That is all that happened.

I am so happy that I don't HAVE to be at school again until Wednesday when I have a sociology final at 8:00 AM, which I think I am going to fail. Oh I am going to study alright, but that is not going to help. That shit totally goes over my head. I think it is because I spend all my time in that class drawing little men on my page. Yeah, that's prolly why! Whatever. OOOH...I know, I will make a list like Miguel.

Things I have to do:
-Eat fruity pebbles.
-Study for a sociology final (like it is going to make a difference).
-Make a collage for art, although not what one would technically think of as a collage, but something my retarded art teacher thinks a collage should look like.
-Learn my lines for my theatre final (the one about the bisexual, gay, eye-shadow wearing freak).
-Have my mother committed against her will (she is really crazy; I think I could get her a check...more money for me...Woot! - since when did I start saying f'in WOOT?).
-Listen to my new Wicked cd. Yay...I am so happy that I finally have it. Now I can dance around my room like a real fag.
-Enjoy Christmas break.

Well that was fun. I think I am going to comment on something. People who get shit they don't need from people who can't afford to give it to them. What the fuck. If you are poor and live in a house that used to be a trailer, I don't think you have $299.00 to blow on the one that you blow. Please. Who does that? Maybe I am just envious. That is prolly it. But I don't think so. Not of the expensive gift that is, just that I don't have someone to blow. Darn it! One day. SOON!

I don't think I am going to get anything for Christmas. People say they are going to get me stuff, but I don't expect anything from them, so I don't plan on it. Did that make sense? Yeah! I am not one to dwell on the fact that I don't have a "special someone", but I could really use one right now. Why? Just cause. I want to cuddle with someone. But I am obese and we all know that obese people don't cuddle. But wait, bears cuddle and they are obese. I hate that people assume that because I am "big-boned" I have never been intimate with someone else. It has happened people. Like Outkast said, "big girls need love too!" OKAY...that was suppose to be read in an uber-gay voice! I think my anorexia is working. I think I am going to throw in a little bulimia as well. That is not even funny. But I think it might work. I hate that in the gay community you have to be a fucking walking stick to get any attention, and somehow, if you aren't an anorexic twig, you are less gay. I think that shit is so fucked up. I mean, I know that I should and could and hopefully will loose some weight, but damn, give me a break. Not everyone is meant to be a fucking walking image of death.

Well, these people are trying to study for their finals and I think that I am hindering them. I don't see how, Miguel has his fucking headphones blasting Britney into his ears. His ass is going to be deaf. How can he possibly study with that shit on? What do you all think of John Mayer? Doesn't he look a little like a raccoon? I think so. Sorry Miguel, but he does! Well toodles for now. Until next time...me.

Finally, I made it.

Well, I finally made it. I have a live journal! Now the heavens may rejoice at the news. This is exciting. I now get to share my entire, boring life with others. Who those others may be, I have no idea, but I hope that they enjoy it. I am not a huge fan of this template. In fact, I don't even know how any of this works. I am just typing in this little box in the hopes that once I hit publish, it will work and look ok. There is no telling what could happen. I suppose this is the part where I ramble about my life and my daily activity. I like that idea, but I am sure that I can find some interesting bit of gossip or some neat thing that happened to me to talk about instead.

Let me start of by saying that I am sitting here in Pete's office (Pete is the lady over all things media here at SGC) and I am in here with only Raphael. I am sure that you don't know who he is, unless you are one of the fortunate souls who attend this school with me. There are not many good things to look at here at SGC, but Raphael is one of them. He is a tall, dark, handsome, Brazilian student who plays soccer and makes girls, and me and the other two homos on campus, weak in the knees! Honestly, he is hypnotic. I use to think that he was an average guy, nothing special. I even made fun of those people who thought that he was anything more, but since I have been around him and talked with him, I have been converted to a Ralph-a-mainiac. We, those of us who know him best, call him Ralph! With all that out of the way, it is the end of the semester and there is no one more ready for a break than I! I am so burned out from school that it is not even remotely comical. I don't think that I could take another week of it. I would literally drop dead in Sociology, OR, go crazy and bite people. Either way, it wouldn't be cute. I am a little upset though, I must admit. I think that I may have failed art! Who fails art? What are other colleges going to think when they see that I failed art? That is so pathetic; I don't even want to talk to you strangers about it anymore. Then there is Biology. That was a joke. I have a 98 average, which will be an A on my transcript. I hate that shit. I mean, although I breezed through the class thanks to the teacher and his being new and all, I got a 98! I don't want to have an A, a plain ol' A and be grouped in the same category with those losers who made a 95 or a 91 for Christ's sake! I want people to know that I did GREAT in that class. They don't know that I cheated on all the quizzes. They will think, "Wow! Look at this guy, he made a 98 in Biology, he must be a genius! Oh wait, he failed art! Rejected!" Darn. I don't even want to talk about sociology. That class is a joke. I am so lost in there. I mean I am a smart guy and all, but what the fock. And all the other people around me seem to get it, and they laugh and agree on things and talk, to the teacher, and stuff, and I am just like..."Ha ha ha! Huh?" Sad! Then there is theatre, which I like. Our final is going to be a play that we have to perform for the class. My partner Alana and I will be doing a play entitled, Beyond Therapy! How fitting. I think my teacher is trying to tell me something. It is about a guy, Bruce, who meets a girl, Prudence, through a personal ad. They have a blind date and he tells her that he "swings both ways!" Way to go. Me, the campus queen, is doing a play about a confused fag. Lovely. I am sure no one will have a smartass comment to make. Let em'! They don't know my powers!

That is really all that I have going on. Except for Christmas. It is nothing to talk about though. I am not expecting anything. I never get anything. Last year, the only reason I had gifts is because I robbed a lady...my mom! Yeah, long story. She thought she was really getting to me by only getting me a pen set, but I showed her. I went into her closet, took all this crap, took it back to the store, got the money, and went on an illegal shopping spree. Crime is so Christmassy. I love it! Nothing like a little theft for the Holidays. I don't think she ever realized that I did it! I may do the same thing again this year. We shall see.

Ooooh, before I forget, I want to talk about something that is bothering me. People leaving. There are a few people that are going to be leaving this semester. Some who are just moving away to advance there career and others who are not going to advance a career, but going away, far away to Iraq, to advance democracy. Some people that I know from school, a boy that I met in Pete's office and another who I have been privileged enough to share a class with, are going off to war. That's right, war. They just found out and at such an appropriate time. "Hello friend. You will be going to war soon. No worries, it's just a war! Merry Christmas, George Bush" Last night, I attended a dinner, more like a "We're sad your leaving, here's some Spaghetti for you" event, in honor of one of the guys who is going to war in January. He is only 19 and I think he is scared to death. He only signed up for the reserves so that he could attend school. He doesn't have the money otherwise, and now he is being sent a world a way! He never thought about this. They gave him a watch last night that was engraved and it said, " May God Keep Bless You and Keep You Safe." And he almost started crying. It was very sweet. I don't really know the guy, but he is 19. Honestly. Still a child. We are not adults at 19, come on. I mean there are still things that scare you at 19, things that make you want your mama. He tries to smile and laugh and joke, but I know that underneath the facade, he is terribly afraid. And the bad thing about it, in my opinion at least, is that he is going to fight a war that should never have been started in the first place. Some would argue that we are there and have to fight till the end, but why did we ever go into that country and start a war. THEY didn't attack us.

I was talking to another person the other day, a guy who was in the Air Force working as a mechanic, got hurt and had to come home. He was telling me that while he was there, they would show this video of 9-11, the planes hitting the towers, like 4 times a week. It was intended to hype them up and give them a reason to fight. Kinda makes me sick. I think that video should be put away forever. It is too painful. There is no reason to show it in my opinion. Let it rest. I thought that was interesting and that I needed to share it. I hope that he stays safe and makes it back.

Wow, it is not like me to be serious and get all sentimental. Sorry about that! I think this post is long enough. Until next time, Jake.