Journal Entry 2: The Lamest Topic Ever
I’m not going to lie. It took me a really long time before I finally decided on what to write for this entry.
In fact, for a pretty long while, I was contemplating going straight into the recounting mode, and spilling my guts out on what happened to me today, but then it dawned on me. People are here to read about me, about how I’m not just some dumb jock without a personality, and I’m here to prove it to them. So I decided, instead of just jumping the gun, perhaps I should let everyone reading know a little more about me - the more insightful, complex side of me, which led to even more mental debating on what to write.
Eventually though, I chose to settle on a more general topic.
I mean, you can’t go wrong with general topics, can you? They are easy to comprehend, easy to empathize with, and since everyone knows what you’re talking about, it would be easy to show how deep I am too. In my most humble opinion, that’s like perfect!
Everyone is probably wondering what topic that would be though, hence, I’m just going to cut to the chase. I’m going to talk about my family!
Yea, that would probably stump many people. Like… honestly? Imagine, this cool awesome dude, who picks girls up pretty much as and when he wants to. He could be talking about his awesomeness, or about how his douche acts have possibly hurt many women in the past and that he’s awfully sorry for it, but no. He wants to talk about his family, a topic that although is general, is probably one of the lamest available in the world. But you see, that’s where my whole complexity kicks in. I’m not going to do as everyone expects me too, even if doing otherwise is just going to compromise this whole ‘James is awesome’ ideal. I’m just going to be me.
That and well, I suppose girls do prefer a family guy. Not that I was thinking about that when I chose the topic…
…Or I might have… a slight bit…
You know what? I should probably just get back to talking about family; my family; even though there’s really nothing interesting about them.
To say the truth, I’m the most intriguing one. My sister, Emma, and cousin, Jennison, beg to differ, stating that unless I associate ‘interesting’ and ‘absolutely ridiculous’ as the same thing, I’m more of just ‘an egotistical teenage boy with weird tendencies’, but I would like to think that they are just jealous of me. Seriously, it makes for a better self-esteem, and it takes one’s mind off getting an inferiority complex; I don’t know why more people just don’t do it.
Anyway, back to my family.
Before I started high school, I grew up in a family of four. There was my Pops, my Mom, and Emma. They were all completely dull and normal people, who behaved pretty much like the conventional American family, and they were often more preoccupied with getting me to do the things I never wanted to do, rather than the things I wanted to. Needless to say, I had a rather pathetic childhood, one deprived of fun, with a whole lot of bullying, but fortunately I got over that.
If anyone wonders how I turned out to be the way I am now, I guess you could say that it was all thanks to those times back then. The moment I got to high school, it was like getting to the light I had been staring at from the other end of the tunnel. I certainly wasn’t going to waste my new liberty doing all those things I was previously stuck doing like penmanship and math, especially since I was no longer staying with my parents.
For all those curious people out there, let’s just say that there was a tiny squabble; I don’t really want to go into the details. What matters most, is that I magically ended up being sent to stay with my cousin and her parents, in Boston.
Speaking of which, Jennison, or Jenn as most people usually call her, is probably one of the worst person anyone could ever get stuck going to school with. I have no idea why everyone seems to be comparing us to each other, because asides from being of the same age, and having the same hair color, we are probably as different as night and day.
To state it bluntly… she’s like a squirrel on an energizer pack. It doesn’t matter what day of the week it is, she’s always up the moment the clock strikes seven. That would honestly be fine with me, if it wasn’t for the freaking fact that she has to wake me up when she wakes up. And trust me when I say that I’ve tried telling her countless of times how annoying that is.
She never, ever, ever listens.
It sucks. And that’s the least of it. She talks – non-stop, and it’s like she has this fascination with humiliating me at the most inappropriate moment by yelling my name from well… wherever she is when she sees me. There’s a huge mountain load of other issues that I could just rant about too, but then… I really shouldn’t. No matter what she does after all, she is still my cousin, and as they say, blood is thicker than water.
Besides, being her cousin does have its perks, hard to believe as it may be.
For one, Jenn has the tendency to bring her friends over a lot, and since most (if not, all) of her friends are female, and of the same age as me, it means a hell lot of eye candy. Did I mention that her friends are really hot too? Cause if I didn’t, I’m going to repeat that statement over, and over, and over again.
Alright, maybe I am over exaggerating, they aren’t all really hot. But you see, that incredible girl, the one that has been on my mind for a rather long while now; she happens to be one of my cousin’s close friends. This means that every single time, Jenn decides to host a random meeting right in her house, she’s there, and being the man of the house, I get to strike conversations with her as much as I want to.
Ok, not really as much as I want to. I’m willing to bet that my cousin has warned her about me, since most of the time, unless I’m addressing the whole group, she doesn’t seem to show much interest in talking to me. But that’s alright, because I’m certain that in time, all this is going to change. I’m going to show her what a person I can be, that underneath this bravado and swagger, I do have a deep side.
In the meantime though, there is perhaps one other thing I should do. Apologize to Jenn before she realizes that I’ve been the one who’s been nicking all her sketching paper to doodle in class, and then encourage her to organize the next friend gathering here.
Judging from the strangely diminishing number of pens I have though, I suspect she may have already figured that out…
Bummer.
