Post by JESSE ANDERSON on May 30, 2009 22:37:48 GMT -5
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JESSE MIKE ANDERSON
THE SIXTEEN (AND A HALF!) YEAR OLD SENIOR LITERARY ARTS MAJOR.
ANDREW BRAVENER.
BASICS
HELD OUR BREATH FOR TOO LONG,
NOW WE'RE HALF SICK ABOUT IT
Entry from August 22nd, 2009 at 4:57 p.m.
Well kids, Jesse Anderson is back at Harbin for his senior year. Why the third person, you may ask? I guess you could say I need to get back into practice for the fall semester. New freshman to meet, new oppurtunities to piss off the teachers... Ugh, I never liked seniors until I became one. Can you believe this is my last year here? I guess I did only start last year, and I flip-flopped majors before I settled with Literary Arts. So if there's any new readers out there, I guess it's time to review some basics. I'll be 17 on December 31st, cursed with the end-of-the-year birthday. Somehow, being nearly a year younger than my classmates doesn't excuse any behaviour at all... What else is there to say about me. I guess I'm your average, overly sensitive, bisexual, blogger/author, Jesse Anderson. And if you need to find me, check around, I'll be in class. I'm taking Advanced Nonfiction/Journalism, Advanced Playwriting and Screenwriting, History of Literature- Literature of the East, Art and Literature Criticism and Political Science. Wish me luck, mates.
GENERAL
AND ALTHOUGH PRATFALLS CAN BE FUN
ENCORES CAN BE FATAL
Entry from August 22nd, 2009 at 10:31 p.m.
Alright, so it turns out I've thought a great deal more that I can tell you about. See there's sort of this big jumble of madness called the story of my life. It started off pretty boring. Possibly because I have one of the worst memories ever, and everything's a blur until I hit highschool. Seriously though, with the memory, I'll forget the names of friends I've known for years. I actually quite recently learned that it was because I was hit in the head with baseball bat by my father when I was young, but we haven't got there yet.
I'm told it was an astonishingly warm night when I was born, for a Sudbury winter, at least. In any case, the snow had melted into soft puddles, and the last hidden bits of ice were slowly disappearing. That's how I ended up being born in a hospital actually. I didn't have the greatest parent in the world, but she loved me eventually. I seem to be going off onto tangents here, so back to the story. Where were we? Icy day? Yes. So, my mother 19-year-old, Carol Anderson, was taking a stroll in the sun trying to work off all the cheesecake she'd been indulging in for the last 9 months. For some strange reason, she'd been craving it, and all that darn fat was sitting right on her stomach. Bummer, eh? Well, as she strolled around, she happened to slip and fall. A couple days later, she began to feel pains in her stomach, which got lower and more frequent as the day went on. Assuming it was from the fall, she drove to the hospital, only to be directed to the Maternity wing. Now, I love my mother, but she dropped out of school at 15 to stalk Mike & The Mechanics as they toured, so "maternity" was kind of a big word for her. Upon being examined by a tactful nurse, who carefully informed her that I was arriving. Well, 6-hours later, I arrived all right. My father was Jesse Garcia, who was a Genesis fan before he was a baseball player, and met my Mom at a concert when they were both 18. Thus I was dubbed "Jesse Mike", after Jesse Garcia and Mike + The Mechanics.
I'm told I had a pretty quiet childhood. My Grandmother hosted my mother and I for 14 years. She wasn't up to much, besides providing a roof over out heads. My mother worked a lot to earn money, two waitressing jobs, mostly to feed me. I've always been a pretty scrawny guy, but I ate more than an elephant (do elephants even eat a lot?). I guess I made up for lack of sleep with food. I was up every night to watch Late Shows and SNL, which spawned my dream of becoming the next Jon Stewart. Now, as you can maybe tell from my course selection, I don't need to say it, just write it. I didn't have too many rules, or too many friends, until I hit high school. My mother cracked down than, not wanting another dropout in the family. I'm pretty sure she gave condoms to my first girlfriend in Grade Ten, knowing that if we ever got there, I'd forget. We didn't get there. Nor did Johnny Preluzzi, the first boy I ever kissed (at an Alexisonfire show, heavily under the influence). I had my share of boys and girls after that, but nothing really stuck.
So, how did I end up here? Well Carol finally thought it might be a good idea to call up Jesse Sr. and he coughed up some cash for her not to tell anyone else. Now I'm here. Cool, huh?
So that's pretty much what happened to me. And I guess you learned what I'm like to. I'm hilarious, handsome, and have a glowing personality, and that's being modest! Naw, I'm just kidding. I am pretty funny, when I try hard. I forget everything. I like flannel shirts. I don't care enough, and I hate that about myself. I suppose I'm sort of a regular guy.
IMPORTANTS
SO BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU'RE DONE
YOU'RE BOUND TO GET POST-NATAL
YOUR NAME! erin.
YOUR AGE! fifteen.
CONTACTS! pm, or msn: erinward10@hotmail.com.
MYSTERY PHRASE! johnny is truant.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE!
Theo was feeling pretty slick as he rambled around the lake, finally approaching a cluster of picnic tables where he often liked to chill out and gaze at the clear blue water. He spotted a white and black-clad back hunched over something on one of the tables. He grinned, recognizing his band-mate Indigo, and immediately flashing back to the last few weeks, in which they'd become very close indeed. He had everything he could ask for this summer. Freedom to play music, freedom to party, and freedom to have fun with a girl he thought he could really care for. Well, maybe not quite freedom, there was the slight drawback of his best friend (and her brother) not exactly approving of their... "relationship". They obviously weren't in a relationship per sé, but whatever it was, it had caused some strife amid the three. Approaching Indie, he noted that she bent over her phone, probably ferociously texting her friends who had not abandoned civilization for the summer months. Grabbing his own cellular, he opened up the messaging window as he quietly approached her, and stood scarcely a metre behind. "Turn around silly!"
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I love him. I'm really looking forward to having him around! Congrats. 