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.