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yeah, it'll take a while for me to finish this one. its gonna be written mostly when i'm depressed. thats when i feel like i am most creative for writing things. its starting out slow, havent finished the first chapter yet, but i'm too tired to finish what i have right now. so i'll just post what i have. here ya go:


About a week ago, my life kinda went upside down. Everything that was supposed to be good, but it went completely the other way. My mother, the freak case she is, decided that I should come out here and that I should take a awhile to calm down. My mother is the kind of person that is always concerned about you. There are people that are concerned, but then there is my mom, she always wants to know how my life is, and what's wrong with it. All the stupid crap. You are probably wondering who I am and what I do for a living and everything. Well, my name is Jon Haufman, and I was in college. I’ve been kicked out of five of them. I’ve got a sister, but her and I don’t really get along. My brother and I, however, we’re great. Just last summer he and I went on this bogus road trip. It was a lot of fun, but I got sick half way through it and we ended up turning around.

My brother, Spencer, he’s one of those big hot shots. He’s not really popular, but he is one of those people that everyone likes. He’s a big actor type of guy. He’s been in every school play, talent show, and musical. You name it and he would be appearing in it. He’s currently in Los Angeles working on this major film. He’s really rich, too. He’s not a snob, though; he likes it give stuff away. He’s one of those people that will put others in front of him. Like if he had five dollars for lunch, but someone else didn’t have any money, he’d give it to them so they could eat, and he wouldn’t eat anything.

Well, back at college, I wasn’t doing so hot. I was failing all but one class. The class I wasn’t failing was an attendance class; all you had to do was show up. I’m a guy that goes to class, but I don’t do anything. I’m well known though, for how smart I am. I guess the problem is that I just don’t apply myself to anything. Anyways, up at Colorado State, they got kinda mad at me. Said I wasn’t doing a good enough job and that I should start applying myself and getting active in school activities. I didn’t care though. All I did was go to class, maybe take a couple of notes, and then just sit back and relax. I would never fall asleep though. To me, that is the most disrespectful thing you could do. Sure I would participate in class, but it was always questions asking what the teacher had just said. Yeah, so since I didn’t listen to the threats that the Dean was giving me, he said I couldn’t stay. They kicked me out of the school. I’ve got till Thursday to move out of my dorm and find a place to live. It’s Monday right now, and everyone is studying real hard for the exams on Wednesday. I’m not gonna take them though. I mean, why should I? I’m just going to be leaving the next day.

My dorm mate, Steve, he’s a workaholic. I mean he works like five hours every day at one job, to work another 3 hours at a different job. He’s home right now though; I think he requested the day off so he could study. He’s passing all his classes with over 100%. He’s the guy that most people envy. He’s smart, handsome, and just an all-around good guy. But not me, I just want to take a knife, stab him numerous times in the side of his waist and watch him die a slow painful death. He annoys the hell out of me. Each night, Steve will come in here, ask me how’s life, and I’d tell him to **** off. He’d always say that things would get better, even though he knew it wouldn’t. I guess he was just trying to help. I hate those kinds of people. The ones that always want to help, even though they don’t give a **** about you.

Well, Steve comes in and asks, “What's up?”

“Not much, Steve,” I replied. “Why don’t you go do something useful, **** that goat next door or something?”

“Well, Jon, I see that you’re enthusiastic today. I’ll leave you alone.” I don’t understand him. Every ****ing night he comes in, asks what's up, and I give him the same stupid answer. He replies with the same thing, too. Nothing ever changes and it gets on my nerves. God how I wish he would just die. “Umm, well I’m off to the store, want me to pick you anything up?” he asked with a strange tone in his voice.

“Yeah, how bout a 6 inch knife.” I told him with a sarcastic tone. He didn’t really get it. All that happened was he shot me this dirty look and stormed out the door cursing at me, Telling me how stupid I was and how I would never get far in life. He doesn’t do that when he is out in public, cursing that is. He wants to maintain his image of being a nice perfect 21 year old. He doesn’t drink or do any other drugs. Well, that’s what he tells me. He always goes to these late night parties, when he isn’t working. I don’t know how he does it. He only gets like 5 hours of sleep each night, but he is too energetic. It gets on my nerves a lot.

I didn’t have much to do. I was assigned to do some extra curricular activity and I had to get it all planned out. I don’t think I’m going to do it though. I like to see people count on me and when I don’t produce the right thing, they’ll get all mad. People are funny when they get mad. The faces they make and the way their voice changes tones, I don’t know, it just amuses me. Now would you want to design a dinner for the entire freshman class with their parents? I mean, thinking of what dishes to serve, how much of each dish, and when and where it will be held. That’s kind of stupid if you ask me. How do I even know what those stupid freshmen like to eat anyways? I’m a junior if you wanted to know. I barely passed my freshman and sophomore year. Back at my first college, University of Florida, that was my favorite school. All the teachers were great. They had a really intelligent why of teaching their classes. That’s the last time I was paying attention in school. After my sophomore year, my parents made me move up to Colorado with them. I guess they wanted me to stay near them. After that, I gave up a lot of interest and just didn’t do anymore work. They don’t really care about my grades. If they did then I probably wouldn’t be failing all but one of my classes.

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