Homeboy @ MindSay 
Anyways, the day starts normal as I get to the bench before school starts. I see that Eryka is wearing a really cute dress so I compliment her on it. And this is her response: "Yeah, it's pretty much the cutest dress I’ve ever seen..." Naturally, I am taken aback from such a bold statement but then I start to laugh incredibly hard as Eryka tells me how to use this phrase in everyday language. I accept it and am off to 1st period with Amy.
We had a sub first period. She asked me who the 'math wiz' was in the class and naturally i thought it would be funny to say Amy. Well when she asked Amy 'The Math Wiz' if she would help with notes and problems I immediately was overcome with joy as I proceeded to laugh at my own lame concoction of a lie. It was hilarious.
So then after 2nd, I had break, which is always good. Then I continued to 3rd period which was quite entertaining due to the 20 minute tangent that Mr. Mc Cargo ran off on about his plants.
In 4th period, I didn’t have very many friends. But just recently, Bri Hennessey transferred into my class and after kicking someone out of their seat, she sits next to me. And using Eryka ideas from this morning, I start to say things like, "That is pretty much the ugliest drawing I’ve ever seen." and so on. We thought this to be hilarious. And to make matters worse/better, this big Mexican guy sits to the left of Bri and entertains us unknowingly with his Mexican accent and tiny intellect. Bri proceeds to name him "Homeboy." We never stopped laughing after that.
Lunch was probably the pinnacle of my crazy day. I am with Amy as she is talking to Ian. I turn away for one second and I hear a blood curdling scream. I turn in a state of horror to look who is dying and I see Amy SCREAMING GOOSE Ian. From that point, I don’t remember that well. My knees gave out as I plummeted to the cement. My eyes welled up and I cried hysterically for a good 2 minutes. I took off my sunglasses to wipe the tears as I hear Ian say something along the lines of , "I've never seen someone cry so hard from laughing." I couldn't breathe and tears kept streaming down my face.
After that, my day could only get better. 5th period was great as usually. Bonnie and I laughed and made fun of the way Homeboy talked and Meghan and I reminisced about yesterday's polo practice.
6th wasn’t that bad surprisingly and before I knew it, the school day was over. I was off to polo practice where Amy and I constantly remembered the day’s previous antics. Primarily SCREAMING GOOSE!!! I also invented a new goose called "Ghetto Goose" and I tested it on Eryka. It appeared to be a huge success. After practice, I wanted to test my luck with the Screaming Goose. Amy was bending over for something and I shrieked as I slammed my thumb in Amy's butt hole. She screamed as well. I did it a bit harder than normal because I wanted to penetrate her towel. After a good minute laugh she turns to me and says, "Is it weird that that one actually hurt?" I assured her it wasn’t.
And now I am off to Eryka’s to watch Team America - which I have never seen.
So all in all, today was brilliant all thanks to the Screaming Goose.
I'm lying on a desk...half asleep, half dreaming....I'm drooling alittle bit on my shirt as my head rests somewhat comfortably between my bicep and forearm. I am daydreaming about a wish I once had, when all of a sudden the bell rings and I arise most painfully to realize its 3:00 pm. School is over. I walk straight out the door to my locker, which is located conveniently right outside the door. Whenever I wake up from a cozy nap i get the occassional comment, "dude, you have a red spot on your forehead." or "oh that's cute, you have a red spot on your forehead."....something along those lines. I open my locker, and forgetting i have a flashlight attached to my door, swing that huge thing right between my eyes and nearly knock myself out. I give my head a quick shake and brush the tweeting birds away and pull my bookbag out from under everything in my locker. You see, I have a cycle with my locker. He and I have an understanding. I throw my bookbag on top of the pile in the morning, and take the books out from under it, but when i'm done, i stack the used ones on top of him; so the bookbag starts on top and ends up on the bottom when all is said done.
I unzip my bag and throw a few random books in after gazing at my 'palm pilot'. I begin to walk outside, but not before I'm stopped by a few people with important information to tell me or just saying hi. I make my way out either door I choose that day and dodge the moving automobiles in the parking lot. I make my way out to the Sablewagon and pull out my list of phone numbers while putting on my tie and a pair of shoes. I make a few calls trying to set up a few meetings with potential financial donors while adjusting my tie and gazing across the open, empty soccer field. I get caught up in a special memory I once shared with that field when the secretary picks up. I schedule a meeting. I get in the car and start it up and make my way to pick up tim. We make our way to Whitaker's Wheel and Tire and I walk in to find out they had made a mistake and the lady i needed to talk to was not going to be in till tomorrow. I walk out with a business card and get a call from Ryan and his mom saying that they are heading to Village Fudge and said they are hiring. I said "whoopdeedoo". yeah.
Ryan was conveniently right outside the exit to Whitaker's and let me out so they could follow me to Village. I walked in and re-introduced myself to the owner(very nice lady) and she told me of some job opportunities coming up in the next few weeks because of the race crowd. I filled out an application and turned it in. I left for walmart. At Walmart, I ventured through several people to get to the actual person who handles finances. This lady walks out of the back, I tell her all about the JSA program and as I gaze at her pin that says "Serving the Community" I hear her tell me, "I'm sorry. We're going under renovation and haven't budgeted any money for donations for at least 4 months." I glanced at the wall decorated with posters declaring Walmart a charity-centered organization and felt a lump in my throat as If i had been lied to by my own grandmother.
I come home after 2 hours of running around and realize I haven't really accomplished much. Its times like these that an encouraging remark would make all the difference, but all I keep thinking of is all the negative and doubts I've heard over the past few days. I get home and do some weed trimming while really contemplating my life. I really think through what I need to do in order to be successful. I draw a blank as I hit a gravel patch and have a rock fly at about 50 miles an hour at my shin. It hurts enough to cry, but I don't, because....well i don't know why I don't, I just know I could have. I come inside at about 6pm and watch about 15 min of a foreign independent film about a kid getting his bike stolen. I then go back out and do more weed trimming and come in and take a shower.
As I feel the cold water run down my face I pretend I'm frozen. Then the water really does get so cold I can't breathe. I then start singing "Baby, Talk To Me" jazzed up and remember the time after the awards ceremony at Six Flags when we had just competed and only got one award. I said, "Well, they obviously haven't seen 'Bye Bye Birdie'. I get out of the shower, watch about half an hour of Smallville and use an hour and a half typing this. Hopefully it won't take you an hour to read it. This is a sign. And its directed toward one person. If you don't understand, come ask me sometime. I sit right beside you in Bible Class and right across from you at lunch everyday. If you aren't this person, don't disregard. Know that I care about this person alot, and I'll always be here when she needs me, until that day that I won't be. We get closer to that day....every day.
It's hard to explain how I am getting by
on so little from you.
It's hard to believe that I would let myself
get so wrapped in you.
There's got to be something that would
be worthwhile for me to give to you.
We need a connection but you
seem to push me far away from you.
Dashboard Confessional-'Ender Will Save Us All'
thanks for visiting my life-
Jake
