When I think of camp, I think of allergies, bug bites, and of course those late nights. This camp that I went to had everything that I thought it would have. My allergies acted up. I got a few mosquito bites. And the latest I stayed up was midnight, and this was late because of the time we had to get up to get ready for the day. A few allergies, bites, and late nights can not make this week a negative week though. This week wasn't terrible at all.

Monday:
This day was pretty good to a certain point. I get up around 7:30 in the morning to get ready and to pack those last minute things that you don't care about until, well, the last minute. I make a mental check list of everything. I tell everyone goodbye like I was going away to Iraq. They're hugging me and telling me to be careful, and I'm thinking, "It's only for four and half days, goodness."

I get in the car, and I put in Hannah's CD that she made for me. I listened to Jamie Foxx there. Had to listen to something that could be blasted. Right before we drive in the church, I put on some R. Kelly and blasted that also. I'm sure people heard it. I wanted the attention, sorry. I get out of the car like I'm a king. Like I seriously got out of the car, and thought somebody was going to come over and carry me to the bus. Obviously, that is a joke, but I did thought that they were going to carry my stuff for me.

Here is a picture of me and some meaningless people (just kidding, guys) getting ready to leave: http://www.buckcreekbaptist.com/userFiles/1544/pic1544_dgyshj.jpg

*How cool do I look in that picture? (you must answer)

The bus ride there was awful. If you were on Facebook at all on Monday, you might had seen my status updates. I described the kids as "young and obnoxious." I also said the bus was very hot and that I had uncontrollable sweat. Was the air conditioner broken, really? And if you were looking on Facebook while I was posting these status updates, you might have came across an Internet conversation with Bryce and I. Call me cool. Do it. Yes, do it now. But as the ride continued, I found that these kids weren't so bad after all. On the way up there, I sat beside Ellison, and we tried to think of movie quotes for the game that we played. When you're on the road for a long time, a movie quote game is fun to you. Trust me.

We get to the camp somewhere around the early stages of the evening. The bus was driving pass all these nice looking cabins and this awesome basketball court with cool basketball goals that when you look at them, you think "this is a rich place if they can afford these types of basketball goals." Turns out that we were not that section of Logan Valley. We were on the other side. Now this part of the camp wasn't too bad at all. They could improve the basketball court a little. And the boy cabin was like it's own little country compared to everything else. Kinda just there alone, by itself, apart from everything. Other than that, there was nothing wrong about it. The other side just looked better.

We all get off the bus and I'm of course looking for Catherine. I have no idea where she is. I'm just walking around, not talking to anybody, looking for this girl. I couldn't even find Cynthia at the time. I ride a bus, with those obnoxious kids, for four hours. There could have been a bear heading my way to possibly murder me with its claws, the only thing I am worried about is seeing Catherine. I just thought they were in the girls cabin, putting their stuff up, and setting up everything. I come back to the girls cabin about an hour later, still no Catherine. And I'm walking back to the boys' cabin all angry and stomping the ground, killing all those innocent bugs while doing so. As I am doing this, I wave at Heather and she yells for me to come over. She asked me if Catherine had complained about a Steak 'N Shake burger. I was totally confused. I didn't know if she wanted to know if she should order the burger next time she is at Steak 'N Shake, or what. Turns out, Heather was talking to her mom, trying to figure out what was wrong with Catherine. I walk into the dark, cold room and I see Catherine in bed, in so much pain. I had not thought of anything to say, because I just didn't know what to say. This girl that I see and make happy each and every day is now laying in a twin-size bed, grasping each of our hands, and scowling at the pain that she was having. I waited until the adults walked out and I walked over to the side of the bed, and sat on the floor near Catherine's ear. I whispered some stuff. And I tried to make her smile. the only thing I know how when she is sad or tired. So I whispered "Hey, Catherine. You look sick." into her ear in this quiet, smooth voice and she gently laughed and then smiled. When I saw that smile, I knew everything would be okay. But I just continued to worried. I actually didn't eat dinner that night. I didn't sleep that night also, because she got back from the hospital around 8:00pm and I was still worried about her health.

Monday was not my favorite day. When Catherine got sick, I couldn't help but worry and think about her more than I normally do. She is okay now. She doesn't need more attention! Don't give it to her!

Tuesday:
When the morning came, it was early. I woke up with Casey and Ellison and ran with them for about twenty, twenty-five minutes. Because running in the early morning attracts girls. I don't know why we had to wake up at 6:00am, but Casey was in charge with that. It was the worst road to run on. Rocks the size of softballs scattered every where. Up and down like you were running a track of a roller coaster. Eroded areas like no other. All this running and dirty, edgy softball dodging made me very tired. I remember that I slept during our little quiet time. I just simple put my head down and acted like I was praying. I was really just resting my eyes for about five minutes. I used talking to God a way to sleep! How dare I!

On this day, there were some things that I had to get done with. Like I said above, running was one of them. I was done with that. And probably for the rest of the week. Now I had to check up on Catherine. It was the only thing that I thought about. I was probably the 100th person to ask her how she was feeling, but I might had been the first one, who knows. She definitely was not 100%, she said. Which this kinda saddened me. So I had to replace Catherine for the day. I also tried to replace her for the day she was sick. I met a new friend, yes! Catherine's bfflwiwusfh (whatever they called each other), Cynthia. Talked to this girl this week more than I talked to Catherine, I bet. Very cool girl. I suggest you get to know her. Very fun to talk to. But nobody can just simply replace Catherine. You all have to understand that! [Had to clarify that]

This was the first day of the Bible studies. I was in a group with nobody that I knew. I had my Bible and my sense of humor. Turns out that this is a very good combination. First day, I was told that I am "very smart" and "extremely funny." I'm like "WIN."

I don't really remember anything else about this day. I still don't think we were allowed to go to the creek or go down the tarp slide.

Wednesday:
This day was really fun. I liked this day a lot. I probably ran ten miles all together on this day.

It was this day or Tuesday, but we had this recreation thing called "Track Time." This was a thing where you can choose what you wanted to do. The first thing you could do was either ultimate Frisbee, remote car race, or you could learn an interpret dance. Obviously, I chose to show off my athletic ability. I played ultimate Frisbee for the third time of my life. I rocked it. I just kept running, running, and running. This is where most of the ten miles came from. I think I may have been star of the team. But I sometimes like to over exaggerate. I did fall once. And it quite embarrassing. I tripped over my own feet. I was running too fast and I tried to stop, I don't know how my feet were situated, because that is the last thing I kinda look at when I am worrying about falling on my face. One person who just flat out laughed at me and told me it made their day was this girl named Briawna. As soon as I get up, I walk pass her and she tells me that it was hilarious. Now, if she had tripped over her feet and had fallen on her face, I would had been very worried for her health. I would have not made a joke about it. Or would I? Anyway, I looked up at Catherine, and noticed that she had her back turn. I was relieved that she didn't see me fall. But it was a good conversation starter.

"Catherine! Did you see me fall?!" I asked her. "Yeah, it was funny." She replied.

Dang it.

I rocked another Bible study.

I wanna say that this was the day of the skit. I am not sure, but if I am correct on the day, then I won't make a fool out of myself.

When we were told that our Bible study group had to put on a skit, our leaders wanted something outrageous and random. Why? I do not know. Their original idea was this:

"Okay, so we're going to carry Dylan. He's going to be like a dead person. And uh...Uh, we are going to have to have a weird job or hobby something.. We're going to be astronauts. Hahaha! Now Dylan is going to be dead and we have to bury him. Where you want to bury him? Hahaha! The bottom of the Pacific Ocean, awesome!"

I am thinking that is the stupidest idea ever. Like good God, it was awful. I went over to their side of the room and butted in with my own idea. Because if you know me, you know that I never really interrupt anybody unless I have something that I think is more important. So like I said, I went over there and interrupted. I told them that we should split into two groups and call these two groups families. These families will compete on Family Feud. The survey questions will be something to do with road trips to match the selected theme. Again, Jake Willis shows his brilliance. They loved it. We did the skit. And we rocked it. And people kept on telling me that I was funny. FUNNY!

I think we watched Cars this night. It's terrible how bad my memory is. The days were just so long.

Thursday:
Even though this day was the last day of the camp, I don't remember much about this certain day.

I do know that this was the last day for our Bible study groups. We went around and we said some things about the new people we met that were in our group. I basically compliment everybody in the room. And again, if you know me, my compliments aren't just like "you're very cool." My compliments have a story that follows. So I did my amazing compliments and I made the group laugh countless times. If I could ask the leaders, I think I might have been the favorite. Again, I think high of myself. Anyway, I was told that I have nice "swagger" and that I am very nice, funny, and I seem like a sophisticated person. Man, did I fool them with the sophisticated part!

We had a big relay thing for Bible study groups to compete against each other. I didn't do much. I chugged a Gatorade, spun ten times, and carried somebody. Our group came in second place. But we didn't cheat, like Heath's group.

It was worship time and we were all looking nice. That night's worship time was more of a questionnaire. We had to answer questions. It wasn't too bad. All you had to do was listen. A lot of people got emotional about the things that John said. And blah blah.

We went to a place to sit around a fire. And I was like "this is very cool. Just sit under the stars with friends. The moon looked great. What a great way to end our week." But no. We had to go around and talk about what we are grateful about the week. And I'm like ninth from last. I had time to think about it. For the last time, if you know me, I can't just spontaneously make up a deep, meaningful, funny thing to say in front of people. I have to think! So while people were spilling their hearts, I was not listening. I was worried about what I was going to say. My hands were sweating. Not just the palms, man! The whole hand!  It finally gets me to me. And I won't share the whole thing that I said, but I will tell you how I ended it.

"I left Buck Creek with four friends going. And now look. I'm going back to Buck Creek with thirty-something friends. Thank you."

Do I not rock?

After everything was done, it was 11:30pm. This was the lights out time. The boys cabin didn't go to bed til late. It was around 12:15 when we decided to go into our cabin. We stayed outside on the bonfire circle benches, watching this kid try to make a fire with paper and two rocks.

Friday:
Well, the whole week, I told Catherine to get up at 7:00am every morning. But she never did. After annoying her the whole Thursday night, she finally agrees upon getting up early to talk to me. I got up at 6:30am, and I think I woke everyone in the cabin. My alarm was very loud. I put on a hat, brushed my teeth, and walked to the girls' cabin, to a bench. I sat there for thirty minutes. Freezing my butt off, yes. But I think it was worth it. The things I do for that girl, right?

We took about fifty group pictures. Got on the bus. Got back off. Took another one-hundred group pictures. Then got back on. And we took off.

Skipping majority of the bus ride.

We stopped at this place called Lambert's. Nice place to eat with friends. (http://www.buckcreekbaptist.com/userFiles/1544/pic1544_moiw9m.jpg)

I wouldn't ever take my kids to that place. Too dangerous. Rolls fly everywhere in there. I saw a little girl get hit in the face with a hot roll! At this place, a person was being a loser. I sat with Cynthia. She basically robbed me of a roll. It was going right into my hands. Anyway, I ordered chicken tenders and fries, and got a pile of food. I ate like 10 fries and one chicken tender.

After we were done eating, we took one last group picture.
(http://www.buckcreekbaptist.com/userFiles/1544/pic1544_wtvlcu.jpg)

*Sun was in my eyes, stfu.

We get back on the bus and I decided I would sit with somebody other than Ellison. So I sat with this little girl named Rachel Turner. I have never enjoyed talking to an eighth grader so much in my life. We were two and a half hours from Buck Creek and I think we talked that whole time. She was very cool.


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Camp was pretty awesome overall. I mean there were some things that I would take out or change if I could. I didn't like the showers. I liked how I could wake up four days of the week to people that I enjoyed being around. I already told Catherine that she made my week very special, but there were other people. Cynthia, Rachel, Will, Kim, and Ellison.

If you counselors are reading this, thank you. Heath, John, Matt, Josh, Haley, Steph, you guys were awesome. :D



Some things not mentioned:
When I think of camp, I think of strict schedules and strict counselors. Our counselors were amazing. Heath was the type of guy who you would want to be like. Like he was the quiet, laid back, cool one. And Heath and I had the same shoes, man!

John Chidester was the coolest guy ever. He was our youth pastor for the week, and I enjoyed everything he said. All of his sermons (right word?) were hilarious, but taught so much. I'll tell you one topic that kinda hit me. One night he talked about "playing church." I seriously thought he made that up just for me to listen to it. He also talked to me about late night shows. I'm sure he could tell you that he liked me. Wait, no. I know he liked me.

Matt was the guitar player/music leader. I'm not going to lie, I was a bit confused at first. When he started to play the music for the first time, he started out with mistakes. I thought "Man, music is going to be a sucky thing this week." I was totally wrong. Matt did such a good job on everything. He also liked the Jimmy Fallon idea that I had.


This week I did some things that I have never thought I would do. I rode a zip-line. I walked across a cat-walk that was about thirty feet above ground. I also climbed a rock wall in a matter of seconds. I'm not going to lie, I think I was the most athletic one there.

Some more pictrues:
When I would eat lunch, I didn't sit with the guys. I sat with the girls. Well, I technically sat beside Cynthia or Catherine. In this picture, I'm sitting beside Cynthia. (http://i984.photobucket.com/albums/ae327/JakeDWillis/lunchtablegang---myface.jpg)

When you look at this picture, you might be confused for a second. So I must tell you that I am in the background of this picture. I'm rubbing my eye. At least I think I am. (http://i984.photobucket.com/albums/ae327/JakeDWillis/me1--codymepickingsomethingnoseeye.jpg)

If you had read this whole blog, then you may remember the Family Feud idea and how I said I rocked it. Well, I did have a couple of mistakes. Like in this picture, it is shown that I got out of character by laughing at one of the ridiculous answers that were given. (http://i984.photobucket.com/albums/ae327/JakeDWillis/outofcharacter.jpg)

This is another meaningless blog, yes.

Summer has started for the most of us. And some summers have already started off well for people. I know mine has started off well. Not great. But well. And oh so different.

The past summer breaks that I have lived through, I have wasted it by sleeping and staying inside during the nicest summer weather. Yes, I absolutely regretted not getting that brown skin that everyone else got by going outside. Tan skin. Not brown skin like black people. Sorry for that moment of confusion. And I regret not paying $35 to get wet at a three-star water park. [Totally dissing Holiday World, yo!]. And I regret coming back to school, and when asked what I did during the two free months that I did have, not having an amusing or compelling story like all my other peers in the class had. And I regret coming back to school as that one guy who didn't go to an exotic place in the rapidly dying world. I don't know. I just always thought that the preferred place to be is home. In your room. Surrounded by things that entertain you. Like, television, computer, game console, bed, refrigerator, and of course, a bathroom.

As soon as school let out for my sophomore year, I was a bit worried with how I would handle the new relationships that I had created. And it wasn't anything to worry about, really. But I'm a worrier. Not a warrior. [Ty, Scrubs?]

It's been two (or three) weeks now, and I have already been getting worked up with all this pointless relationship stuff. I've already complained to people. I have already tried to schedule things with these people. I have even tried to grow the confidence to invite them over. But I don't think I can ever get that much confidence.

Anyway, this blog is not for me to just complain about how depressing my life is. It isn't even for me to vent on how I try too hard. And it's not even an attempt to make people feel bad. This blog was supposed to be me telling you what I have already done during the first two (or three) weeks of summer break.

[Look how small these paragraphs are on this blog]

Okay. So, you read what I used to do in previous summers. Now this is a new summer. You can now start reading what I have done during the first few weeks of summer.

I remember on week one I was a socialistic person. I went out to eat with friends. I went to a friend's house and had movie night with a bunch of people. And I had my phone by my side, sending and receiving messages. I just did everything with everyone. I was at the top of my game. Until next week. [Totally a set up for the next paragraph. Ty, fourth grade English]

Week two came along, and I was trying to get ready for it. I knew that I had nothing planned at all. I was trying to get stuff planned so I would not get out of this, what I like to call a "winning streak." Yeah, a winning streak. I was winning because I was not being this anti-social, stay in room eating pizza rolls type kid. I was getting out, like I have made clear for at least a hundred times now. With week two, I did absolutely nothing. I went to church on Wednesday to say good-bye to Catherine, because she was leaving that Friday, or something. And then that was it. I totally just told on myself, too. I didn't go to church for God. Totally just went to basically say "good-bye" to a girl. I'm horri-awful. Horrible and awful combined. [Ty, Shaquille O'Neal]

Figured out that three weeks has passed so far.

Week three comes in slowly. It's Sunday, because I just like to think that the week actually starts on a weekend. Actually I don't think that. I just thought it would be cool to say that the week starts on a weekend. Anyway, it's Sunday, and I got up at such a strange time that day. It was 7:00 a.m. and I had no idea why it was that time. And since then, I've been getting up around that time in the mornings. I had already named two possibilities that would ruined my week three. First thing was that Catherine was going to/in Hawaii. I had no way of talking to her. And when I did have a chance, it was three o'clock in the morning. The second thing was the fact that every church in the world was doing VBS (Vacation Bible School, for you non-church goers). I'm dreading the week already and then out of the blue (one of my favorite phrases to say, srsly), I somehow managed to get one day with Hannah Stiles. I don't want to describe the day to my readers, because there's no words to describe. Well, if it's indescribable, that is obviously a word. [I'm totally stealing something from somewhere on that sentence]. But yes, I do believe that one person saved my week three.

Week four is around the corner. And why do I keep on phrasing things like I am narrating them to an live audience? I'm a bit excited for what week four has for me. There it is again!




SOME THINGS NOT ADDED:
--I have listened to three artists like crazy. Jack Johnson with over 1,000 plays. Matt Costa with over 1,200 plays. And Joshua Radin with over 500 plays.
--I have watched every Lakers game that has been during my summer break.
--I have been watching movies a lot recently.
--I have not cared much about the Yankees.
--I have used text messaging as a way to talk to people very little during the first two weeks of summer break.
--I have mowed a lot.
--Figured out that "conversate" is not a word. The word "converse" is the real and correct word.
--Been using Facebook a lot. More than MySpace.
--Watched Garden State and The Ex today.


SOME THINGS TO BE NOTED
--I used "totally" five times in this blog
--I used brackets as a way to joke or explain what I wrote.


This is a blog that I could not care less if you made fun of. I just needed to write something. It's open for any type of attack, Mikey!




Btw, I counted 29-31 as a week even though it was just a weekend.

How can I possibly describe this year? I know the first word that pops into my mind is the word "fast". Yeah, for me, this year has probably seemed as if it has just started. Such a cheezy thing to say, I totally know. But you have to understand that when we were little, school used to be so long because all we would be looking forward to was recess, and man, that was at the end of the school day. My sophomore year could have been better, yes, but this works. I'm about to talk about how this year was good for me, so if you want to leave, leave now! I am warning you. Seriously, you better leave now!

I remember the day I was really getting nervous about my sophomore year. I remember the summer of 2008... and not because it was baseball everyday with Mikey and Nick, but because I had to read and write reports over the books I was reading. This was the first time I have ever done this. Not even kidding, I thought if you were to write reports during the summer, you were a smart person. And that's how I thought the whole entire summer. I remember me asking people how the teacher was. I asked Hannah Stiles on AIM one night. I typed "so tell me about ms woosley". And I kept what she told me:

Xhannahxpaigex: but yeah. do what she says. dont talk much. turn things in on time. if its an open discussion, say what you think too. when you're reading plays, ask questions. you'll need to hear the answers..

Going on: Fourth Block

The first day of school, I don't really remember. I won't forget the time in fourth block English though. The class was about full with 25 people. And it was people that when you look at you think "why are they here?" type thoughts. Anyway, Woosley was going through the roster and checking if they had turned in their book reports. Turns out, about 20 people of the 25 students in that class did not. However, I did. I'm thinking that the last block of the day for the semester was going to be a class of five. I kinda liked this idea. But I wanted somebody that I would have enjoyed talking to a lot. I had Sarah and Ellison, but I knew there would be more people. The next week, we get a new roster. To summarize that class up, because I can't go on with it through the whole blog...to summarize it up, it should be these words:

Non-stop talking, Catherine, Austin, and I.

It was really great because not only did I look foward to this class all day, but it was so fun to just talk and not get in trouble whatsoever. Catherine and I became the best of friends, so I think. She might have to clarify that for you guys. But I'm sure I am speaking correctly.

Well, you know what? I'm just going to tell a story anyway. See, I tricked you. I told you that I was going to make this section short and sweet. But hah! I have outsmarted you once again, young one. So this story somehow stuck with me. Everything else is a blur.

It was just a random, slow day of school on this particular random, slow day of the year. Every class that I had prior to fourth block was extremely easy, but if you knew what classes I had, you'd understand. Fourth block comes crawling in slowly. I totally did not get what I just said. Anyway, the bell rings for fourth block and I sprinted to class. What if I really did sprint to every class? I'm getting off subject very easily on this one. Moving along, I have mentioned before that in Honors English all I did was talk to Catherine and Austin. More Catherine than Austin. Actually, it was mostly Catherine. But on this particular day, Catherine felt like bullying me. I, being a sweet, innocent student, was reading and doing what we were supposed to be doing. Out of know where, Catherine props her feet on my railing of my desk. You know, it was fine with me. UNTIL SHE DID IT! You must be asking what she did. Well, I hope so because if you aren't, then this story is sooooo boring to you. It's boring to tell. I'm making it sound coo.(LOLZ NEW PARAGRAPH PLZ)

The thing she did was that she started to bother me. She has done this every day of the semester. But usually we both wouldn't make such a scene about it. I don't know what she did with her feet, but I got into the little "game" and I started to push her feet off my desk every five minutes. I was successful on the first, second, third, and fourth times I had done this. The fifth time she did it, I pushed them off and Woosley yells "Catherine! I don't think Jake will appreciate your dirty feet on his desk! Get them off."

I was embarrasssed. Embarrassed because I was the center of attention. In a bad way. I was the person who kinda got her in trouble. I wanted to tell Woosley that what Catherine was doing was not bothering me, but wouldn't had been weird for me to announce to the class "Oh, her feet around my personal work space doesn't bother me."

And somehow I did something wrong. Catherine didn't want to speak to me for the rest of the class period. :D

Going on: Second Semester

If I still have a reader by now, I am about to share the good times I have had in the year of 2009...otherwise known as the second semester. (Don't worry, I laugh at the way I type blogs, too.)

In this semester, my favorite block has to be my third block class--Spanish II. Goodness, I have loved this class. I think I have learned a little bit about the language, but I am not an expert at it of course. The class was fun because the teacher is fantastic. If every teacher was like Mrs. Settle, I think I would enjoy getting up at 5:30 in the morning to get ready for school. In this class, not only was the teacher amazing, but I sat behind my favorite person to talk to, Catherine! To shorten the story for the miserable, about-to-commit-suicide-because-of-this-blog reader, we talked a lot in this class. Shared a lot of stuff, been angry some, laughed a lot. Totally gay of me to say that, shut up.

Going on: Jayme Nelson/Rides Home

Okay, I think it might be a little stupid of me to add this, but you should know that I can't help but share everything. I can't leave something out!

It was a week before my birthday. And I was going through my phone. I had absolutely nobody to talk to. Austin must have made me angry. Mikey must have been playing Runescape. Catherine must have been too busy to talk to anybody. But like I said, I was just going through my phone. I come across the name "Jayme Nelson" and thought to myself that I should become a man and talk to this girl that I used to be so close with. Because honestly, when I saw this girl, I would seriously go speechless. I was too scared to talk because I didn't want to make a fool out of myself. Why did I worry so much about talking to just one person? It's Jayme, duh. So after my whole negative thinking was done, I actually texted her and I remember what I said. I said "Hey, this is Jake. If you don't know me, I kinda go to your church." That started it all. That little sarcastic thing I texted her. From here, somehow I start getting rides home from her. And it's not like one of those rides home where the only thing you hear is the car motor. They are the rides home that at least one of us doesn't shut up until we hit the destination. I get to know her like I have never have before. And vice-versa. In a month, she turns into one of my closest friends that I have. And I don't thank her enough for being nice enough to reply to my message with "Oh Jake i know who you are.. what are you doing??"

Going on: Physical Education

My first year of high school, I hated having PE first block. I was always sweaty afterwards. And I just don't think showering with guys is much of a cool thing. Unlike my friend Mikey, who wishes he was at school to do so. But I signed up for the class PE II/III. I don't know why. I think it was because I was so scared of our school counselors that I just hurried up and picked a class so I could get out of her room. The first day of this class was awesome. All we did was play basketball and sat around. It was a free day everyday. I loved it. The second week of this class turned into the serious mode of exercising. Until this day, I have never lifted weights in my life. That losing streak ended. Since January 12th, I have either lifted weights or I have ran a mile. But for some reason, coaches love me. Raley adores my "effort" and Kim Swift loves how I follow sport teams. This class turns out to be very simple for me to pass. Not only because you get an A for anything you do in there, but because I passed it by having teachers compliment me almost everyday.

Going on: Outside of School

Now this is the part of the blog where I talk about the stuff I have done outside of school that might be interesting to read. If not, I have warned you. Yes, you may leave now.

The first semester of school, I wasn't really a social person. I would honestly come to school, pass the classes, talk to Catherine in fourth block, and then ride the bus home. I had nothing to do on weekdays. Had nothing to do on weekends, to that matter. I had nothing to do between classes. And I had nothing to do when I had something to do. (what?)

The second semester, that whole no talking to anybody stage kinda passed. I started going back to church, but a different one! I started going to Buck Creek Baptist Church. Now I hate to add any type of religion/belief/worship place into my blogs, but it turns out that I don't hate this church. I like it quite a lot, actually. Not only the idea of me riding the bus to church every Wednesday with Catherine, but the way they do stuff over there makes me somewhat enjoy it. Yeah, I don't "OMG THIS IS SO AWESOME" enjoy it, but ya know.

And then it's the stuff that has nothing to do with church. It's the second semester and it turns out that I'm a huge Lakers fan. Every time the Lakers played on ESPN or ABC, I would wait until Kobe scored and then change the channel. But now, since it hit 2009, I think I have watched over 45 games (including the current playoffs).

Also, I have been hanging out with people more. This is from the help of Jayme, but I have some part of it. Just recently, I went to the Freeze in Island. Hung out with people. Suck on that, Mikey. I JK!!!!!

Going on: John Michael Miller

I mentioned this guy in a previous blog post. I told you that he was an ignorant, narrow minded, Obama hating, racist. If you know him, you know that the things I have just listed are what make up this guy. But I can't say everything is bad about this dude. The only and I mean ONLY good thing about John Michael Miller is how easy it is to make fun of him. I'm about to tell you a story. A quick and easy story to tell.

Its lunch time and we're all eating. I'm sitting beside Mikey and Will Troutman. I have no idea what they are talking about, but I am hearing the words "guns" "deer" and "Ohio". I then stop eating my sub-sandwich and decide to listen to John's story. It turns out that John has only shot one deer. And I know that when you talk about hunting to hicks and you make fun of how many deer they have killed, they get pretty angry. I interrupt the conversation by saying "You have only shot one deer? Wow." And I just continued on and on. I didn't stop. The tenth time I said it, John gets angry. He stands up... And I'm not going to lie, he's 6'3 and I'm 5'9, I was scared to death. But did I show fear? Of course not, I'm an idiot. He stands up and yells "You better shut your mouth or I will kick your ---!" The whole lunch room looks over at our table. John sits down. My face is red. Not because he hit me! No! My face was red because I was so embarrassed about him getting up over something so pointless. Anyway, if you ever see John Michael Miller, go up to him and ask "Only one deer?”

Going on: Personality

Mikey and Austin say I am jerk to them, but that's not true.

Going on: The Ending

Okay, if you aren't dead, you miserable person, you will be happy that this blog is officially done. No, I'm not kidding with you. Yes, it's done. Yes, I know that this was stupid of me to type this out. No, I didn't type this up just because Mikey has a long blog post that he posted a month ago. Yes, I only typed this up because I haven't had a blog post in a while.






Fin.

Another prediction blog, yes. You may want to just click "Home" right now, because here I go again.

This one is about my other favorite television show "Chuck".

So in recent episodes of Chuck, we have figured out that Chuck is not so far away of figuring out how to get the Intersect out of his head. In the last episode, he communicates with ORION and tries to meet him. Of course, that goes all wrong. It ends up that he actually doesn't get to meet him. But we do know that Chuck has some things that ORION gave to him. He gave him pictures and blueprints of the place where the real Intersect is and where it was designed. Chuck will have to study them, ORION said.

Anyway, after the whole "OMGZ I WANT THE INTERSECT OUT OF MY HEAD" Sarah gives Chuck a surprise. it's the location of where Chuck and Ellie's father is at. Now, if you don't know about this storyline, Chuck promised Ellie, his sister, that he would find their father so he can walk her down the isle at her wedding with Captain Awesome. So there you go.

At the end of the episode, though it did not show who the father was, it did show who he was during the promo for the next episode. I totally disagree with a promo ruining an episode for me, but I wouldn't be able to type this up if I didn't know some of the things I do now.

Before the promo, however, I was guessing that his father was ORION. I was thinking of a storyline similar to the movie Jumper. Remember? The mother of David figures out that he has the ability to jump anywhere he wants to. In this movie, she is one of those people who find these jumpers and takes away their power, or kills them, I'm really not sure. Anyway, she leaves him and his father when David was very young because she knew about his power.

Now when I thought about this movie, Jumper, I thought maybe it may have some similarities in it. Of course Chuck didn't have the Intersect in his head at a young age, but what if his father knew he had an ability to remember pictures and seeing pictures in pictures. Confusing, I know. But that was my early guess, and I have now concluded that I am wrong.

My second guess was that Chuck's father was in trouble. And with the promo for the newest and upcoming episode, I now know that this might be true. Here's the video of the promo.



I don't know if I would just conclude with Chuck's father killing a CIA agent, but that is what Chevy Chase's character said. Also, the voice over the video said he was in trouble with the law. A promo actually ruined this for me.
 
I have another thing to talk about also. In last week's episode of Chuck, there were many times where Captain Awesome came close of seeing General Beckman, I think this might be something that leads up to Captain Awesome figures out about Chuck. This could be a good thing for Chuck also. He could have Awesome lie to Ellie for him. He could have Awesome to do his job (doctor) during some kind of mission (but Chuck has clearly said he did not want family involved in missions). But if this may be true, I say Captain Awesome tells Ellie and with them knowing, they have to be locked up somewhere, or Fulcrum finds them. AND THAT WOULD BE LIKE TWO EPISODES OF CHUCK, SARAH, AND CASEY FINDING/SAVING CHUCK'S FAMILY. But I highly doubt that the writers would end a show this early.

Thanks for reading another lame blog by me. 

I would hate to be the person who just ruins the surprise of figuring out something when you see that particular thing, but next week on House is suppose the be one of those episodes that will give you goose bumps all over your body for all of the forty-two minutes. I do not know if I am talking about the correct episode, but I do know that one of the characters on House will die this season. I want to go through that. Try to guess, plus I would feel so awesome if I guess correctly.

So, I don't know if you people really care about the show House, but I do. Every chance I get, I take it to look up any updated spoilers, clips, or interviews with the cast members. I came across this spoiler about a week ago that said a "main character" on House will die before the season ending.

After watching "Locked-In", I am glad to see that Taub has a guaranteed job, and that Kutner has once again solved a case before House gave the final verdict (like he normally does after he connects a conversation between somebody with the case). But honestly, the best part of the show was the final credits. I am not saying at all that I was happy for it to be over, but the promo for next week's episode had my eyes watered up. And if you do not know me, my eyes water up whenever I see, or find, something that interests me a lot.



That promo gave us that feeling that if we missed that airing of the episode, we would not be the die-hard House fans that love to go to school, work, or any other place with interaction of people and talk about that week's episode. I do not know if I am making any sense right now, but all I want to do right now is give you my guess of which character will die on next week's House episode.

The spoiler that I did read said something like this:
   -Is a main-character on House
   -Is not the most obvious one
   -It is suicide or a heart attack

You know what, I'll just tell you who I think it is and who I know it isn't.

First of all, it is not Dr. House. I mean, that's the title of the show. There would be no show if he happens to die. With that being said, it isn't Wilson or Cuddy either. Who would House talk to? I tune in each week wishing for just a conversation  between House and Wilson. Also, one of the spoilers said it wasn't the most obvious character. So that rules out Thirteen. Plus, you see that she is at the funeral because you can see the bracelet on her hand [in the promo].

So now it is down to Taub, Foreman, Chase, Cameron, and Kutner. Again, the most obvious one is out, Taub. Taub has been really depressed, angry, and hateful this whole entire season. He just got his job back, leaving me to think that he wouldn't opt himself as soon as he got got it back. Now to the old team. It isn't Foreman, Chase, or even Cameron. I just know this because they are contracted for atleast two more seasons. So that leaves Kutner.

If you do watch House, you will know that we have no idea who this character is. The only big thing we know about Kutner is that his parents were shot to death when he was like six or seven. And we know he is very superstitious. But that doesn't help with anything. All I know is that Kutner is the least likely pick for the death of a character on House, but I don't see how it could be anybody else.

Some extras:
   -At the end of the promo, you see that people are wearing black, making me believe they are at a promo. Camera shot is at the hands of Thirteen and Foreman. Another reason for me to think they won't die.
   -In the promo, you can see that Taub is crying. In this season of House, Kutner and Taub has became good friends. Now if I had a friend that died, I would be crying also. Leaving me to believe, again, that Kutner is the one who dies.
   -Also, after watching the video twenty times, and making my prediction of who dies, I find promo pictures of the next episode of House. Guess who is not in the pictures...yes, Kutner is not in them.

Okay, I have bored many. Thought I should share my prediction. And yes, Mikey, this means another "I R PHYSIC" blog when I am right!

Do you like the new background on the blog? I thought since I was posting something that you should have something that is pleasing to the eye. I thought the stars of the infinite space was a nice picture for you, the reader.

Yes, this is another update. I don't know if you care to care, but I like to think that you do. That's why I do these blogs--these updates. I guess I can talk about some changes in my life. Also some of the stuff that has not changed. Let's get this over with. Let's start now.

First thing I do want to talk about is school. Normally I would not want to talk about it if school is not in session, but it's November, and the semester is close of being finished. I can't really say I'm done with Spanish, because I have Spanish II next semester. I swear that this semester, this school year, has moved very rapidly. I don't have any difficult classes. I haven't been stressed out about grades as I was last year, freshman year. I made the B Honor-Roll last semester. Four B's, I don't mind. This is boring. Let's talk about something else. Like events I have gone to? Will that be a good reading for you? Let us find out.

There hasn't been any special events or gatherings that I have partook in. I've been to a couple of football games since the last time I have written. I went to Owensboro twice since the last time I have written. I went to a friend's house once since the last time I have written. Basically I have done nothing pleasing to read since the last time I have written. I live a very boring life.

BUT OMG I HAS A NEW XBOX! If you didn't know, I had an Xbox and it kinda broke. Thanks to Michael, the red rings of doom (or death, whichever) shown up every time I would turn the darn thing on. I told Mother about this and she just bought us a new one (after all the begging that we did). So, if you do play Xbox Live and you want to play me, my gamertag is Jak3st3r. And yes, that's 17k gamerscore that you see.

I don't know about you, but I have been following the campaign of Obama since...well, since everybody was saying that this was the best campaign that a presidential candidate has ever done. Not only have I bought some pointless things for remembering this race, but I have kinda stalked Obama. Not literally. So, secret service, don't come and find me. But I have followed Obama everywhere. I'm his friend on Facebook, I go to his website quite often, and I watch YouTube videos of his speeches. But anyway, I guess I'm just saying that I am super excited about the election of Barack Obama. It is a time for change, and I think he will do a great job with a job that holds every United States citizens' hopes and dreams.

YAY OBAMA!!

My show came back early September. Again, if you don't know me, my show is House. I have been enjoying the season. The last episode, "Joy", got me a little angry, but relieved. I'm just not a Huddy fan, but it's good because it's about time something happened between them. Believe or not, but I'm for House/Wilson, and I'll stick with Chameron (Chase/Cameron). Please no Huddy or Hameron. And even if they tried to get Cuddy and House together, it wouldn't work. For the House fans, can you really see a romantic relationship between them? I know I don't see a romantic thing. The show would be way different.

*Spoiler Alert*
The next episode of House is surrounding the Huddy kiss. And Wilson figuring out and Cuddy confronting House about what happened. The promo clips that I did see, they were entertaining.

With all the non-sense that I have talked about, I do want to tell you that this is my 20th blog. To you, it's nothing. To me, it's a milestone. Congratulations, Jake.

This blog is very simple, boring, and not fun to read, but thanks for reading. I have nothing else to inform you about. I am sorry for ruining the three minutes that it took you to read this. Please forgive me.

I almost forgot to post this one as a blog. I'm glad I have friends that remind me that the fifth day was not the last day. So here you go. The sixth and final day of this trip. The last entry. The last document of this journey. Here we go! On the count of three. One...two...three!

Today is a sad day. We're all eating breakfast for the last time in New Orleans together. We're all saying goodbye to what was a great experience. Right now, deflating air-mattresses. Right now, we're playing basketball for the last time in New Orleans together. Right now, we're stuffing our suitcases up with dirty clothes and ever lasting memories to bring home. Wow. That was stupid. Right now, I am going to stop saying "right now."

So, today started out like every other day down here. You know, we get up early and we all eat breakfast together. I was never trying to be funny when I used this joke, but I would always say breakfeast. Really, it was a feast. Our cooks were amazing. Anyway, today is the day of the 12-hour journey back home. And we begin with some that can't wait to get home, and others who are just devastated that they are returning to the small town of Island, KY.

Again, I'm in the back seat. I don't know what it is about the back seat, but I like it. I know when I was young, the back seat was for cool kids only. But that was the school bus. Doesn't really relate much to the church van. ANYWAY! Everything jammed together to make room. And we are heading out of New Orleans. And again, some are taking the last pictures and others aren't even minding. I think you might get the point already.

I don't know about you, but in my previous entries, I have noticed that I have mentioned Katie and myself sharing jokes. There's nothing wrong with that! Stop assuming things Ellison and Sarah! Haha. Where was I? Oh yeah, the seating arrangements. I'm in the back seat with Ellison, and I'm getting ready to fall asleep. Ellison, oh my goodness, this kid doesn't sleep. He first amazed me by not sleeping at all on the way down to N'Awlins, so he's going to try not to sleep at all the way back from N'Awlins.

Skipping the majority of the bus ride, we are now in Nashville, TN. I do believe this was the place where I started to get bored. I saw that Madison had a grocery bag of candy, gum, and candy. I picked out fourteen pieces of gum and I started to chew each piece, one by one. I eventually couldn't handle twelve pieces of gum, so I stopped. I have a picture of the piece of gum itself. But it's pretty disgusting. You can request the picture though, if you like.

Skipping another huge part of the ride, we are now in Hartford, KY. Everybody is wide awake now. From here, the Eaton's started to quote movies. They go back and forth with quoting this movie called Hot Rod. I was amazed. I mean, I have seen the movie Hitch like fifty times, and I can't quote one line. They saw Hot Rod seven times and they know the whole script.

We just passed my old house in Mantanzas, KY.

We're in Island now. And we are all glad that the ride is over. Like I have said a million times before, some people wanted to stay in New Orleans. It wasn't just because we met people down there, but it was just so fun. We did stuff everyday.

Collin hands me his Zune and hugs me. Which sounds a bit weird of me that I added this, but it was just different. I don't think I have bonded with him so much before like I did down in New Orleans. By the way, he taught my how to play something on guitar! I can finally rock out to something now!

All in all, the trip was a blast. Everybody had a good time. Nobody complained about anything. We all felt good about ourselves for what we were doing for the people down there. All we need to do now is start doing what we did down in New Orleans in Island, KY.

Note: We pulled into the church parking lot, and mammaw has a new a car. It's a van! I didn't get to pick the color or the van itself, but it's really nice.

Today is Thursday. I actually know this for a fact now. I lost the track of days down here. Today was going to be a free day, but turned out with had some work to do. I mean, there was nothing wrong with that. To start the day out though, we had a tour of the Lower-Ninth Ward. It was interesting. Doug, the youth pastor of the place, and Lawerance, an elder chair member, gave us the information during the tour. We got to see where most of the damage by the hurricane/flood took place. It's unbelievable that three years has past and there is still so much damage. I learned so much, saw so much, and figured out that Doug cannot speak without using hand gestures.

After the tour, we went back and as soon as we got back, the men had a job to do. We was told to go to an apartment resort, or whatever, and move some furniture. All we had to move was single and double mattresses. Nothing hard.

I know that I'm not going into detail with anything, but give me some slack. I'm in New Orleans, and I don't want to spend so long writing in this composition book/man-diary.

After the furniture was moved, we was thanked again, and we left for the air-boat tour. The air-boat was very fun. We saw alligators, which amazed people. I think we only saw like five gators though. I know it wasn't much. Anyway, the fastest the air-boat went was 35 mph. It felt good. The ride itself was very fun. I set with Katie and Sarah, and me and Katie kept going back and forth with lame jokes. Making each other laugh, of course.

When the tour was over with, I bought a shirt, took pictures of an albino-alligator, and we departed. We headed for the French Quarter! We were going out to eat. What I did not know at the time was that we were going to eat at a sea-food restaurant. Mulates, the first Cajun restaurant in New Orleans. Of course, I don't like sea-food, or anything from water, so I ate grilled chicken. I was dared to eat a shrimp, so I did. After I ate it, I got up slowly, without making a scene, and walked to the bathroom. This was the place where I threw up. Funny story though. I was throwing up and when I threw up, it made the toilet water splash in my face. It was very gross. I'm glad it was flushed before I threw up. I don't want urine in my face!

After the meal was over, a group went back to the church and the other group walked around N'Awlins. We got to see so much because it was during the dark hours. Stores open, people come out, and more music is played. We saw human-statues, which I thought was amazing. I shook the guys' hands.

I don't know if I'm leaving anything out, but I don't remember anything else. I might be leaving some joke out of this, but again, who knows?

It's 11:56 PM. It's time for bed, yo!

Buenas noches.

Today is Wednesday, I think. Again, we wake up at 7:30 AM. For the rest of the week, I think these entries will be like this. Just a simple entry telling you when I woke up. And then telling you about the day.

Today was also another short day. Team 1, my team, headed to John's house to finish up. We got there and he had another job for us. This job, evidently, was only a four-person job, we had eleven people. I was one of the people that set down and watched Collin, Kody, and Lewis destroy a desk. Very fun to watch. After all the smashing, we ate some fried chicken and chatted. He thanked us a million times and we headed out, knowing that we will never see him again.

It was sad and all. I mean, we became friends with the man. He was a very nice man and he did appreciate us coming down from Island, Kentucky to help out.

After this, we all got home and took showers. Now, a little fact about me, I like to take showers. I like to stay clean, you get me? I'm actually in the lead of how many showers a person has taken. I'm up with eight showers since Sunday.

Anyway, like I was saying, everybody got home and was getting for church service at Baratonian Baptist Church. And I feel like the spelling is wrong on the city. The church service was nice. The preacher said that it felt nice to have to speak in front of everybody, not just one side of the room. We sung some songs, talked to the people for the last time, and headed out. On the way home though, oh man, it was amazing. Everybody wanted to listen to some music. DeAnna was in the van, so I decided choose some old, famous songs. Here's the song list though:
--"Mustang Sally" - Wilson Prickett
--"I Feel Good" - James Brown
--"Let's Get It On" - Marvin Gaye
--"Love Addict" - Family Force 5
--"Banana Pancakes" - Jack Johnson

Not a lot of songs, but you had of been there to enjoy it. It was just so amazing. A bunch of laughter and singing. Best drive I have ever had in my life. Very fun.

Goodnight, all.

For the next who knows how many entries, I will not post the time. I just thought it took too much time to do. I mean, sometimes I would have my phone with me. Other times, I would have to search for it. I don't want to take five minutes to search for it, kay? Is that alright with you?

So, today was pretty much the easiest day so far. We went to this woman's house. Sarah, Ellison, and I thought her name was Aunt Dorinda. We are still not for sure what her name was. We do, on the other hand, know what her nickname was. Her nickname was Boo. We figured this out by having this old man come up to Sarah and saying, "Hey Boo, how are you?" Sarah turned around and he said "Oh, I thought you was somebody else."

The only thing Boo wanted us to do to her house was take out the baseboards. Tell me if I'm wrong, but baseboards are the wooden pieces at the bottom of a wall. It honeslty took us 45 minutes to do that. After this, we went to our other group and helped them with the house they were doing. It was funny because there was about thirty people at this very, very small house. And really, that's all we did today.

I could tell you about me dominating at a basketball game called tippy. Not tipsy, tippy. Bro. Jim thinks I should play basketball. I could tell he was being nice. Haha.

8:25 AM: Well, we are about to leave for our first destination for repairing stuff. Or something like that. I have been informed that we are going to leave around this time everyday we are down here. We get up at 7:30 AM to eat breakfast and then we leave at 8:30 AM. This morning, Sarah's grandmother, I think her name is Darlene, anyway, she made the best breakfast. She's a really good cook, chef, lunch lady. Whichever!

6:20 PM:  Oh my goodness. Wow. We worked from the time we got there (which I believe was about 9:20 AM) 'til 5:00 PM! I have never sweated so much in my life. I mean, sweat was dripping from my nose. My hair looked like I just got out of a shower. My shirt looked like I took a shower with my shirt on.

The thing we did today was we went to this guy's house. His name was John. He was a fisherman. Something about shrimp. He had his own boat, I believe. Anyway, his house was really nice. But it got flooded and it was destroyed. So, we took out drywall in every room for him. Then we cleaned up, making it look like we had never even been there. We have to come back on Wednesday for something.

Because I worked for most of the day, I think the future entries in this composition book will be like this one. A morning entry and a night entry. I'm sorry. Haha.

6:09 AM: It's day one of the mission trip, and as I am writing this, the others are preparing for the ride. It was discussed that the ride down there is about a 12-hour drive. We start this 12-hour journey be me sitting with Ellison and behind Katie. This is way off subject, but I'm going to say it anyway. I really can't believe I'm talking to her. I always assumed that we hated each other. She is a pretty cool gal, if you ask me. Anyway, so far, I'm enjoying myself.

6:14 AM: I just saw my old house in Ohio County for the first time in years. I can't believe I lived in such a big house. We're going through Centertown right now. I don't see anything that has changed.

8:31 AM: We're in Nashville, Tennessee right now. Actually, we are passing it right now. But near it! We just got done discussing about the 'Batman Building'.

8:35 AM: Well, uh, we're out of Nashville. There wasn't much traffic. Less than what I thought there would be. We must of been speeding or something. We got out quickly.

2:37 PM: Wow. So many hours have passed by. I fell asleep. I can blame Madison for that. Haha. She played with my hair for hours and hours. And whoa! She continues to play with it.


7:43 PM: We pulled into Berean Bible Church around 6:07 PM. It was almost twelve hours. Like, exactly. We all got settled in around 6:45 PM. I was eager to hop in the shower to take the first shower of the week. But yeah, I felt dirty.
10:46 PM: Okay. So, there is about an hour left of the first day down here in New Orleans. Or as people down here call it N'Awlins. There is a rule that the lights go out at 11:30 PM. As you can see, I will have to get ready for bed pretty soon. Anyway, today was a decent day. Both ways. Everybody's attitude was a positive attitude. Also, the weather was decent. The ride down here was just as decent, too. Time was passed by saying lame jokes with Katie and Ellison. Hours were passed by Madison playing with my hair and me falling to sleep. Goodnight, all.

Okay. I don't know if you already know, but I, Jake Willis, am actually going to New Orleans to work. I couldn't believe it either, don't worry. I leave for New Orleans, Louisiana around six o'clock in the morning tomorrow. But getting ready is actually a harder thing than I thought.

The day before we leave, I'm getting sick. My nose is running like, like a deer in a forest. Awful description, who cares! Anyway, I get up this morning after eight hours of sleep and I'm freakin' sick! I took an allergy pill and an Aleve. I don't know why I took the Aleve, but I always think that it fixes everything. Let's all hope and pray---to whatever or whoever you pray to---that it goes away.

Before I leave tomorrow, I thought about my trip down there. I thought about it so much that I have actually made a little mental list of what I'm going to do down there in the south. Let's call it my-small-mental-what-to-do-list. That fits perfectly.

[]--Read a book
[]--Read another book
[x]--Write in my composition book
[x]--Fall in love with B.B. King
[]--Fight an alligator
[x]--Don't fall off a roof
[x]--Talk to some of the citizens of New Orleans
[]--Share fried chicken and grape drink with somebody
[x]--Don't say a racist joke
[x]--Sweep dirt like never before!
[]--Swim in the Gulf of Mexico
[]--Swim in an alligator infested swamp (if not accomplished above)
[x]--Swim in my sleep (if not accomplished above)
[x]--Many pictures and hours of film to remember such a trip
[]--Dance like a deer in the forest to the jazzy tones. Again with the deer?
[x]--Learn a life lesson.
[x]--Enjoy myself and have fun
[x]--Tip anybody that is entertaining on the street
[x]--Understand the hardships people are going through
[]--Steal something
[]--Make new friends
[x]--Make friends with old friends
[x]--Make people laugh
[]--Stay in touch as much as possible with family and friends
[x]--Don't complain about anything
[x]--Learn something on the guitar

Now, that's my list of things that I want to accomplish while I'm down there. When I come back, trust me, there will be things marked, unmarked, and added. Thanks for reading. I will write in my composition book everyday I'm down there.

Again, thanks for reading.

-Jake Willis

Wow. Okay, so, it's been quite a long time since we've been in touch. By "we," I mean myself and you, the reader, which is probably Michael or some random passerby. Regardless, welcome to my blog for September 21, 2008. Enjoy. :]

The major highlight of my life at this point is school. Most of the things I do result from some sort of happening or event school-related. School is going very well, thank you for asking. However, I do hate a couple things about it. How about a list? You would like that wouldn't you?

---SPANISH. Holy frick, this really sucks. I know the English language is severely flawed, but jeeezzzzzzz. Spanish is so horrible! I mean, come on! I didn't even finish speech class in Elementary school. AND THAT WAS ENGLISH! Oh well, moving on.
---The lengthy days. Okay, I'll take this one lightly. Not all days seem long, but some juuuuuuussstttt drraaaaaggg ooonnnnn fffoooooorrrrr yyyeeeaaaarrrrrssss it seems. If I could change one thing about school, it would be this (and Spanish too)
---John Michael Miller. This. Kid. Is. A. Moron. No offense if he's related to you (even if you were, you would understand me completely or you would have the same horrible IQ as him and just get confused.). He is the most ignorant, narrow minded human that I have ever seen, heard, or read about.

That's about it, really. Everything else rocks. Especially English class. Holy frick. ENGLISH IS AWESOME. I was skeptical at first, you know. Like, "HOLY FRICK IT'S HONORS ENGLISH, IT'S GOING TO SUUUUUCK." But that's total nonsense. It's actually fun. Possibly the greatest thing on God's green earth.

Okay, the last sentence of the previous paragraph is a lie. I've seen the greatest thing on God's green earth, and she's a girl with caramel-colored hair and eyes resemblant of emeralds. It all started about three and a half weeks ago, when this amazing girl came into my life (I mean she was there previously, but not really, if you catch my drift). I had yet to realize how empty I was without her, and I'm serious. The sad thing is, I didn't want to be "just friends," (although I see nothing wrong with that) but that's what she wanted to be. And recently, a couple of things have happened that have not gone the way I had wished. Our relationship which was once amazing, is, well, not as good as it once was. Hopefully, this is not the end of something that was once good. If this is the end, I am eternally grateful for having her in my life, even if it was for only a couple weeks.

On a lighter note, OMGZ I LOSTED MY BAKKPAKK. It's a typical cliche of mine to carry a backpack with me. I love backpacks because they are just so darn handy. It was a very sad week for me without Mr. Backpack, I miss him dearly.

On even a lighter note, if that is possible, I want to have a bit of a rant towards so called "Christians". These Christians that are in my school own the place. Being Christian these days is cool. The same people thought being bi-sexual was the cool thing, so they went and received attention by saying they were. If being Christian is cool now, then I was cool in the past as well. Worst rant ever, but deal with it!

I'm not good at these blog things, so I'll stop now. I hope you liked getting a little peek into my so-not-boring life.

With love,
Jake.