Not just a diary

Prado Grande was the most awesome thing that summer. The war was long… and we fought well… yet so did they. At one point they even held one of our eleven year olds captive. Here’s a summary of what happened:

~ We set up
~ Mission I: We sent in TK and a few other kids to find their base
~ They found their base
~ We underwent a surprise attack with about 500 water balloons
~ We got them back a week later with our secret weapon: water balloon slingshot
~ A week later they found out we had the water balloon slingshot
~ They stole a walkie-talkie
~ We a frequency of them spying on us
~ We gave them back their spy for our walkie-talkie
~ Mission II: I was sent in when we heard rumors of where they stored their emergency water guns. It was a trap. I made it out with five super soakers and an alarm
~ A few days later we awoke to the other side of our van paint-balled and our pool dyed pink

~ Mission III: The final trap.
We set up a fake frequency and they thought they found out about a “plan of going to Cliff’s” one day… so of course they planned to come in while we were gone. We popped up from behind the bushes and completely surrounded them, forcing them to drop any weapons and we took all the stuff out of their pockets and searched them down. Then we kept them captive until their mission control person admitted defeat. We soaked them as much as we could before letting them go… whitewashed.

We were victorious.

Besides the war, other things happened. This new girl moved in named Brittany and she obviously had this crazy crush on me. Matt confessed to the whole group on the last over-night that the whole murder-haunted-house thing was made up. They had been enthralled with it the entire time. TK was caught making out with Jocelyn, but no one really cared. They broke up a couple weeks after that. I pierced my own eyebrow once when I was bored at home. Miguel got another tattoo of Excalibur oh his left upper arm. Jack got drunk and almost ran over an old lady, but nothing real bad was charged. That would’ve been his 2nd or 3rd DWI. Miguel also started taking home hoes or these sluts, which really disturbed me… and last was that Me, TK, Matt, and Lodi were best friends.

Now I can get on with the story.

Alas, the summer was coming to an end. It seemed we had just put together our base, when we had to take it down again. Boards were thrown in the abandoned apartments, coolers were returned to Matts parents, boxes of electronics were stashed under Donnys bed, and the back ally was once again an old dark cement passage with a dumpy van at the end…

It was somewhat of a sad day.

The day came when the registration letter came in all of our mailboxes. It was time for school once again.

Miguel decided not to enroll, but he did make a fun time for himself registering me. He didn’t shave for a couple weeks and dressed in old people clothes, complete with a pillow stuffed in his pants (which were pulled up to like his chest) He called it the “grandpa jo” maneuver. He would pose as my father. Somehow it actually worked.

At registration it looked kind of funny because Miguel (my “father”) hung out with me and my friends, who got a kick out of it.

Our schedules weren’t that bad:

Me:
HR – Julian
1.) Typing/Health
2.) Social Studies
3.) Home Ec. I (haha)/ P.E.
4.) Science
5-6.) Language
7.) Math
A lunch

TK:
HR – Julian
1-2.) Language
3.) Home Ec. I (haha)/ Computers
4. ) Science
5.) Social Studies
6.) Musical Theater/ Home Ec. II
7.) Math
A lunch

Lodi:
HR – Julian
1.) Typing/Health
2.) Math
3.) Home Ec. I (yes!)/Musical Theater
4.) Science
5-6.) Language
8.) Social Studies
A lunch

Matt:
Was a grade higher and didn’t have a single class with any of us.
B lunch

Anyway, in every class I had somebody with me excepting Social Studies and next semester’s P.E. It’s so ironic we all got Home Ec. I together… poor TK got Home Ec II which was also supposed to be the class from hell. All 7th graders were required to take Health and Typing… but there was a flaw in TK’s schedule so of course he didn’t say anything. Health was evil. And we all got the same lunch and homeroom!

Although we had such good schedules, we still weren’t thrilled about going back to school… who would be? It was such a drag.

Just one week left to go…

I spent the night at TK’s house the day before school. A telemarketer called that night. It went sort of like this:

TK: Albuquerque Morgue.
TM: Excuse me?
TK: You’re excused.
TM: Er, Could I speak to Mr. Or Mrs. Rod-rick-ezz
TK: Maybe
TM: …
TK: Would you like to try?
TM: Umm… yes…
ME: Howdy Neighbor!
TM: Hello, Mr. Rod-rick-ezz, how are you today?
ME: It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood!
TM: …that’s great. I am calling to inform you about or special offer on blah blah blah blah (he goes on for about 2 min. strait)
ME: I’m sorry, could you repeat that?
TM: (he repeats the whole thing…)
ME: (in a less gay tone) What are you talking about?
TM: Is this Mr. Rod-rick-ezz?
ME: No.
TM: Could I speak to him?
ME: Sure. I’ll send the butler to fetch him at once.
TM: Thank you.
ME: …
TM: …
ME: …
TM: …
ME: …
TM: Um…Hello…?
ME: Howdy neighbor!
TM: Is this Mr. Rod-rick-guez
ME: No, I told you, Charles is fetching him. But in the mean time… I have a question for you.
TM: Sure…
ME: If a train is leaving Baltimore at 59 mph heading north… (etc.)
TM: Let me check… (Sounds of him asking the people in his cubicle)
TM: Ok, the trains would pass each other at exactly 4:48 pm… that wasn’t for a homework assignment was it?
ME: I have another question.
TM: …
ME: What is the square root of pi?
TM: (sounds of him asking the people around his cubicle)
TM: well bob thinks its…(etc.)
ME: thanks.
TM: …
ME: …
TM: …
ME: … (getting bored)
TM: …hello?
ME: Howdy neighbor!
TM: is this mr-
ME: Acctually, I just remembered… Mr. Rodriguez is taking a train from Baltimore at the moment. Sorry
Click

TK and I woke up at the last possible minute. Matt was gone by that time, and Lauryn woke up early to take a shower. We slept and slept until she came into TKs den and said, The bus comes in 3 minutes… We heard that and didnt even stop to do our hair, we just grabbed our stuff and ran out the door.

Homeroom was fun since all three of us were in it together. Mr. Julian was also our me and Lodis Language teacher. He was cool, young, and funny. Language wouldnt be so treacherous this year with him.

Health scared me. We had to summarize and article about nutirtion in a magazine once a week for the whole semester, but all 18 werent due until the end. She was a weird teacher too. She gave out this thing on the units we would be studying… a few being sex ed and pregnacy and drugs and stuff. Wonderful.

She also said our project for this nine weeks would start the next day. DAMN! That wasnt the worst of it… it was one of those things where you have to pretend youre married to somebody and do stuff. She would be picking the partners based on where we lived so it would be easy to do the project. Being pared up with a girl isnt bad… its just they think different than guys. Oh well, its better being pared up with a girl on this project than another guy. (ew)

Just when I thought Social studies was gonna suck because I didnt know anybody in that class… low and behold Matt shows up! (yes matt) He was an aid for that class which kicked ass.

Home Ec I was the cooking one. Home Ec II was the sewing and baby one. Poor TK was taking that next semester.. he would have to take home one of those electric babies or whatever HAHA. But Home Ec I was cool because we were all in it and we made these little cafes for the rest of the school to go to. We basically convert the Home Ec room into a resturant where people pay to eat.

Then Lunch came. We were all in the field, along with like seven other cool people when, out of nowhere, a water balloon smashes down infront of me and explodes. We all screamed and laughed, then we looked around for the culprit. A bunch of other groups of people were staring at us, but none looked suspicious.

“Where you at?” Dominic shouted.
“Who did that? Did you guys see where that came from?” TK asked a group of confused looking 6th graders. Nope.
We were interested but we could figure it out. We went back to talking again when another balloon came soaring through the air, this time hitting me flat on the head.
“It came from ova there!” Donny pointed over the wall.
“How the hell did it fire that far?!” Everybody looked at me as I said that, then I relized.
“THE WATER BALLOON LAUNCHER!!”
“Shit!” We ran over to the wall but could find no one. I was soaked.
We still couldn’t figure it out. Whoever had done it couldn’t’ve been in school, and we thought that launcher was safe at home under my bed… and why were they aiming for me in the first place?!
The bell rang. Mr. Julian took one look at my soaked head and said, “Who gave you a swirly today?”
“Ah, you know how it is, Travis… sometimes… I just couldn’t help myself as I saw that cheerful toilet water stare up at me…”
The class laughed, “Next time maybe you should get better acquainted with the blow dryer as well…”
“I try, Travis, I try… but it keeps wanting to just be friends…”
“Will you stop calling me that!?”
“Calling you what?”
“My name is Mr. Julian.”
“That’s not what your name tag says…”
“Students are to call their teachers by their last names. You will do that as well.”
“Ahh,, come on Mr. J… we’re all friends here… let’s be keeping it nice and friendly, shall we…?”
He studied me. “What is your name?”
“Me name is Jessin.”
He went down on his list, “Jessin Allanial. All right. I think we’re going to make Jessin our new blackboard eraser…”
I put my hands on my face, “oh no! not the blackboard!”
“Oh shut up so we can get on with it… and you people too!” He said to the rest of the class, as they were still laughing through this, “Jessin, get the blackboard while I’m talking.”
I got up and started to erase as he started to blab. When I was done I wrote “Hello Travis” on the blackboard with the clean eraser. The class saw it but when the teacher turned around he didn’t. He mentioned it to me the next day though. For the rest of that year I called him Travis or TJ… and he got used to it.

SUMMARY OF WHATS HAPPENED SO FAR

Ok so…so far a lot has happened in my story/diary thingy… heres the basix:

*I lived on the streets in Australia
*I came to America
*I went to live in Prado Grande Apartmentes
*I turned my enemy (TK) into my best friend
*I got pretty popular
*I met this girl…
*My dad ditched us
*I met Matt
*I got a job n learned to drive
*We had a mini war at Prado Grande
*We won the war
*I entered the seventh grade

And this is how far Ive gotten so far… I also got my own philosophy(s) on Fear and maybe Trust…

REFLECTIONS

At this point I was comfortable. This was also the point in which I started to become who I am today.
`I dont trust anybody
`I always watch my back
`I dont believe in fear
`I dont tell the unneccessary
`I dont let people mess round with me

NOW

I think Im gonna take a break from this for a while to figure some stuff out. I dunno how long it will be until I write again… maybe 2 hours??? maybe 2 weeks! (nah) but I need a break…plus I cant remember what comes next since it went so fast. =p

THE FUTURE

What is to come? Well it seems Ive written a lot for such a small portion of my life… but believe me this is NOTHING compared to what Im about the write down in here. NOTHING. All this stuff is simply building up to one big part of my life… stick with me youll see..

-Jessin

Friday, June 14, 2002

Jessin@skateboard.com

talk to me.

Whoa!

Thats all I can say here for a second… alright. Regaining composure…

First of all Id like to thank the people that have contacted me, mostly through Jessin@skateboard.com. Ive really enjoyed talking with people and stuff, oh, and I really dont mind answering all your questions. Really.

It kind of freaked me out that people were writing me and stuff. I really didnt think that many people would…but…

One person even said I should be a featured writer. (I had no idea what that was then but I do now.) I have no idea how to become a featured writer… but if whoever heads this place asks me to be one, Ill do it.

Anyway… it seems that some people are really interested in what happends next… a lot of you want me to start up writing again. With that inspiration… i guess i will!

FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NO IDEA WHATS GOING ON HERE:

My diary is not like all the other diaries here… Im not logging whats happening in my life presently. Im logging what happened in my past.

THIS DIARY IS A STORY. Not really a diary at all come to think of it. This story is about me, and a few other people, and the journey we went on. An amazing tale now that I look back… but I cant ignore the fact that it happend.

If theres one thing Ive learned from all of this it is this:

If you have an amazing story to tell…
Dont waste it.
Get it out there,
So others can learn what you learned the hard way.

peace and chicken grease…

-Jessin

Email: Jessin@skateboard.com
AIM: puddlofmudvayne

As it has become apparent… I have copied my diary from an existing diary and put it into this one as well so as to spread my popularity. If you would like to know what happends in my story, please visit diaries.org and search for keyword: JESSIN. My screen name for that website is JessinPsycho. Please visit. Thanx…

-Jessin

Jessin@skateboard.com

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