Jake’s Life

I passed the algebra final, but not high enough to pass the class entirely. I was 1.2% away from passing. Here I come, Citibank, for more money for tuition so that I can be stuck in school even longer now.

Dizzle learned the other night that he’s not as in shape as he used to be. Take off running after someone…who does he think he is? A cheetah? King of the jungle?

I took some photos today of me prettying my gat. I’ll post them all on my weekend–A step-by-step photo guide on how to pimp your gat. Should you have a gat, of course.

Well that was an interesting few days. At one point I was in fetal position for almost three hours, in and out of sleep. It wasn’t fun. Early this morning, around 3am, I was sitting on top of my blankets in just my undies roasting balls. I’m glad the brunt of the attack was yesterday though…I had someone cover my shift at work tonight, and I’ll be picking up their Saturday night.

I haven’t worked a weekend in months now, and my action meter has almost  completely drained. I’m looking forward to the Summer though, where Monday nights are like Friday nights. And my solid goal is to either completely drain my duty canister of OC, or my party can by the end of the year. I think that’s a fair goal by the amount of incidents we had last Summer. And if all else fails, I’ll just hose Dizzle down…to the last fucken drop!

Here is my homework task list for this entire weekend, all due on Tuesday, plus the extra day I had from taking off work:

• Criminal Procedure Final Quiz
• Criminal Procedure Final Essays
• Algebra Final Project
• Algebra Final Quiz

Yeah, not a whole lot of it got done. But I stopped puking!

The other morning I came home, went to sleep, and felt fine. Sometime during the night (your day, mostly likely) something went wrong. I woke up and could hardly swallow, my throat was so swollen. After a night full of gasping for air through a straw I went back to sleep knowing how much homework I have to do this weekend. I woke up, and shit, still there. This time, looking in the mirror, you can plainly see what looks like a marble under my skin on my right side under my jaw. Nasty.

Of course, this didn’t stop me from seeing Spidey today. He knew I was sick so he didn’t rush me to get ready once he got here (kidding on that one…”Okay, let’s get ready to go”…”Okay, let’s get ready to go”). We went to see the Reno 911! movie, which was good if you like the show. We went to dinner afterwards, hit Best Buy (where I found a notebook I’ll probably go back for once I get my tax return), then he dropped me off at home.

  So, I haven’t posted any pics of him (or he and I together) because whenever I mention someone, or post a pic of them, things seem to end at that point. I don’t think that will happen here. I haven’t had much luck with guys in the last year or so (or period, really), so I am happy and proud that I found something that seems to work out. I’m trying not ot get ahead of myself, and at times have though that he is just too good to be true. I don’t know. I don’t have to watch when I call him, or how often, because he doesn’t see it as weird. He loves to hear from me. And it’s usually him that initiates it, as if he really was interested in contacting me!

Sorry if all of this seems ridiculous, it just genuinely seems like a foreign concept to me that someone can find me physically attractive. I know that inside I have way more to offer than most who have the looks, and I am not letting this viewpoint get in the way of anything with Spidey progressing.