Same Old...

Tonight I re-stumbled into an old composition notebook of mine from a creative writing class my Junior year in high school 95-96. I remember reading through this with Annie once. Her take home form the experience was that I have not changed much since I was in high school.... I still am not sure how to take that. I know I have changed, but there are parts of that book, that sort of strike a chord of utter "jakeness." Its sort of a reminder of what it means to be a Jake. Here are some samples:


10 words I don't like: 1)tizzy 2)orb 3)vomit 4)putrid 5)begat 6)zit 7)chunk
10 words I like: 1)fuzz 2)Guadalupe 3)Larva 4)Garbanzo 5)fjord 6)lather 7)funkadelic

10 things that annoy me:
1)People who think all that John Denver sings about is drugs
2)Really intense fragrances
3)People who think the Moody Blues music is too weird
4)People who try to talk me into doing things I dont want to do
5)People who don't know the difference between the 60s and the 70s
6)People who play their music really loud in campgrounds
7)Mean people
8)Women's rights freaks (I was tempted to sensor myself... but that seems unauthentic)
9)Tangled fishing line
10)People who hit you as a form of greeting

Things I believe in:
1) GOD
2) Repentance
3) John Denver
4) Democracy
5) My parents
6) Phonographs
7) The old fashioned way of doing things
8) The Christmas spirit

Things I regret:
1) Not taking AP Biology
2) Only being able to live 6 months in the seventies
3) Having been a fan of the New Kids on the Block when they first became popluar
4) Having not tried in the 6th and 7th grade
5) Not playing little league baseball
6) Not recording every episode of the Muppets when they were on regular television
7) All the bad stuff I have done

"Painful"
1) Flipping over your handlebars and landing on your face
2) People making fun of John Denver
3) Having your legs tied to two separate horses and having them run in opposite directions
4) eating tomatoes
5) Braces
6) Having your eye poked with a sharp objects
7) Burning alive
8) Deep frying your arm
9) Passing a kidney stone

"Hell"

Hell for me?... Wow. Hell for me wouldn't be a place without milk, it wouldn't be a place with some horned demon with a pitch fork. It would be a humid room, that I always have to wear a snowsuit in. I would have constant indigestion and sometimes diarrhea, but I would never be able to take the snowsuit off, so I would have to.... Something like TOOL or SEPULTURA or rap would be playing loud and nonstop. There would be people all around me having never ending banana eating contests. There would be lice infested rats all over the ground. Ooh, and everyone would be slapping me on the back and making fun of John Denver.

To do before I die:
1) Visit every National Park in the US
2) Get Married
3) Have kids
4) Become a forester of Geologist
5) Figure out Algebra and how it applies to anything
6) Fly in a commercial airplane
7) Graduate form college
8) Go to Europe
9) Have HUGE TRACKS OF LAND


Hardest thing I ever did:
The hardest thing I ever had to do was finish a plate of this ricey, cheesy, spicy dinner my mom made about 10 years ago. I couldn't leave the table until I had finished. It was the most awful tasting stuff in the world, and I had a mountain of it because I thought it was going to be delicious. My brothers and sisters had left and were watching America's Funniest Home videos downstairs. But I was stuck till I finished. Well I finished, about an hour later having spent most of the time between bites psyching myself up for the next mouthful of Japanese concentration camp food. I would gag, plug my nose, close my eyes and force the food down with all my might. When I was done I was offered a piece of cake, but I had been too traumatized to think of anything else to eat.

(Sorry Mom... I bet I would love it now)


There is more great stuff... maybe I will share some later


Jake