Joe, a loyal disciple

Names in story are accurate.

Back in High school, Junior year, (03-04), There were 2 girls in my English class that I liked; Sam and Jackie. They both were Seniors, Sam was the hot one in the sense I’m 16 and she’s a girl that has tits and isn’t ugly. She sat next to me on the left. Jackie sat behind her. She was a punker, outgoing yet quiet in class, she didn’t fit the mould of a stereotypical mall-goth, she was pretty much just herself. The way they acted was so much older, they had a car, drove everywhere and anywhere, constantly went into Boston, had jobs, everything a 16 year old boy would find awesome. They were fans of alcohol, specifically beer, and I thought to myself one day: I’ll impress them and act cool. I invite Sam to come chill out, I liked her the most, I tell her I have beer at my place and that we should drink, hang out, etc. I’ll bring her home, have a few drinks with her, maybe get lucky, who knows what will go down.

Well, I wish that’s how cool I was. Instead, it was the weekend coming and I was stupid as hell when it came to girls, so I write her a note that says, “If you want to drink beers sometime, I have some at my house, meet me under the bridge after school .” Needless to say she never showed up. When I saw her in school the following Monday, she, Jackie and some other girl who I’m shooting myself for not remembering her name, but she was a busted ho, anyway, they were laughing about it.

Did they offer me advice how to be a ladies man, how to act mature, or how to grow some balls? Nope, just laughed. Did I ask them for advice? Of course not, I had no balls.

In retrospect I should have seen that coming, I tried it freshman year to serious amounts of fail…

During the summer leading into Freshman year of high school, (01′), Heidi introduced me to her friend Mary Grace and her younger sister, Liz, who was my age and HOT, (still is). Anyway, I keep in touch with Liz at school and I come to find out she likes to skip class now and then, go against the norm, listen to System of a Down, all things I wish I could do, and I find it awesome. She mentions alcohol to me at some point, so, of course, Stupid Joe decides I know a great way to impress Liz: I’m going to give her alcohol.

We have a nip of vodka in the cabinet, it had been sitting there for years and probably should have been thrown out, but instead I grab it, put it in my bag and head off for school. I meet Fred in front of school where we head off to the galleria down the street. Just past the school we find Liz and Mary walking our way and I try to act cool, “Hey Liz, look what I got you!” *Hands her the nip of vodka*. After 3 minutes or so of Mary convincing her not to do it, Liz opens it and drinks. Shortly after her throat starts to burn like a sonofabitch. She’s standing there in severe pain and asks me to give her my drink. Naturally, I freak. Nobody touches my Pepsi, nobody. After a second or two though I give it to her because she’s in intense amounts of pain. After a minute or so she’s says she’s good and we head off in opposite directions.

I find out an hour or two later she’s in the Nurse’s office and on her way home. I’m in the dean’s office swearing my brain off at Dean Reamer because he was too retarded to understand, “It was one of those little shot bottles,” Is not a giant bottle I poured a shot from. (I didn’t learn the term “nip” until years later). Anyway, Liz was sent home, I was tested to see if I had alcohol on me and my Dad was on his way to whoop my ass.

It was only the second time my dad hit me, and damn was it a good shot.

1. Using ample evidence from the text explain how Dante’s inferno can be read in three different ways.

The three different ways Dante Inferno can be read is as an Epic, a Satire of the times, and a Biography.

The Biography is the simplest form to understand. The writer of the story, Dante, wrote about a man, Dante, in the story, Dante’s Inferno, travelling through the underworld seeing people of his past and present times, which is an analogy of him being in the world he is in today.

Reading the story as an epic makes the most sense. An epic is when it the story is SO MASSIVE and SO AWESOME that hardly anything from it is considered “boring.” Dante’s Inferno is exactly this, it’s so well written, every bit of the story is descriptive and direct and doesn’t keep you guessing, it’s all right there for you to follow alongside with. The other part of this that makes it an epic is the fact that it involves a journey, much like the Odyssey and the Iliad; Dante’s Inferno is about a man’s travels through hell and back.

The final view of Dante’s inferno is seeing it as a Satire of the times, this one makes no sense. Sure the story is obviously written about himself, and that he wishes he could have traveled around the world like Odysseus and had a Woman to come home to, but the fact is Dante was a nobody and had to create his own world, which he stole from Virgil, who stole it from Homer, who probably saw hell, he did fight in Marathon after all… Anyway, Dante was a nobody, he had no reason to live, and was cranky at the world because this girl that he liked apparently died, didn’t talk to him, or he saw once in a magazine and decided she was the love of his life, either way Dante created a world that he could be awesome in and made everyone else suck just to make himself look better, rather than Trimalchio or Jesus, who were thrown IN stories because of how awesome they actually were.

In summary, Dante’s Inferno is an incredible story if you view it as a Biography of him wishing he was cool or even better as an epic, but reading the story as a satire of the times is like listening to a homeless man ramble about Wall Street Billionaires, he just wishes he was one, but can’t be, so he’ll hate them forever instead.

So I missed my first classes today, I was too tired to go to school and really just needed a day in to sleep. I’m caught up on all my work now and hopefully over this next week I can get classwork done so that I wont be shooting myself in the foot the rest of the term. I have to come up with a concept still for my class paper, hopefully I’ll get my topic figured out by the deadline it’s due in (4/1). The paper itself isn’t due in until May 1st or the 4th.

Either way I’m off to bed

First of all, Carolyn’s party Tuesday was lots of fun. I ended up a little bit drunk and we talked the night away. But I don’t think I’m allowed to DJ ever again haha.

Wednesday morning I woke up at about 6 in the morning which was pretty brutal to say the least, considering I fell asleep around 4am. Made my way to school shortly after waking up, but I needed to go to Stop and Shop first to buy a notebook and pens because I honestly didn’t have any.

School start at 8am with my first class, Psychology. No students, no teacher, guy randomly comes in and tells us that we don’t have a teacher and that we will have one on Friday. Sweet deal I say, not having to do homework is a pretty good deal.

Second Class is my American Literature class, where we find out the teacher is still using the old book because no one informed her that they were switching to a new book, which pissed her off, but made us quite happy knowing that we wouldn’t have to do any work till at least Monday because she’d have to write an all new syllabus.

Break. Between my second and third classes I have an hour break to chill and do whatever I want really, and I ended up hanging out with Emily, because she had the same problem as me with her Psychology teacher not showing. We talked about everything that’s going on, and how her cat shit string because he’s gross.

Third class is World Literature, and we dive right into work. To start off the class we get introduced to the oldest piece of literature know, the story of Gilgamesh, a king in ancient Babylon. Later we find out we have to read 30 pages by Friday, which is no problem really… Until I fucked shit up.

Remember that 2 hours of sleep? It caught up to me, I fell asleep shortly after getting home from school and didn’t wake up until 3 in the morning. (Insert it’s now Thursday here), I spent most of the morning fumbling around on the internet until it was time to shower and go to work. On my commute into work I did most of my reading and most of the rest on the way home.

Work was good, I showed Carolyn and Steve the funnest game in the world, Void(); on Newgrounds.com. It’s extremely simple, but so addicting.

When I’m on my way home, I help my neighbor put her groceries away, not entirely sure why, I just did, and as I’m walking in the door Taylor calls me and asks me if I want to go shopping with him on Newbury street to help him find something for Maria. I say sure, throw my bag on the couch, turn around, jump back on the bus and head out.

Shopping ensues, I buy a new CD and a couple of toys, Taylor buys Maria a couple of books and the most epic present anyone could possibly give anyone, but that’s a surprise, so shhh.

I finally officially come home at about 8:30-9pm, needing to finish up all my reading, which I do, then head of to bed. (Insert it’s now Friday), I wake up at 6am, not so bad this time considering I was able to get to sleep at 10:30 the night before. On my way to school I decide I should probably have taken notes for the story I just read, which I managed to work on before and after all my classes during the breaks.

We only did a meet and greet with our Psychology teacher, American Lit was another sit and talk class, and World Lit we managed to talk a lot about Gilgamesh and most of the hot topics in the story. No real homework for the weekend, A bit of reading in the Jewish Bible, and just the first chapter for Psychology class, but no writing involved so I’m quite pleased about that.

Tonight I’m working on the Spirit for a 600person cruise for some middle school somewhere, and this is probably going to turn into being hell.

Tomorrow it goes:

Wake up
Shower
Bank
College
Dinner
Internets

I have all my classes planned out, so hopefully I can get this all set and taken care of asap

This morning I officially took care of my loan so that I will be able to attend college this semester. 2 English, a science, and a psychology course are in store for this term and then we’ll play it by ear for next term.

Being a teacher is what I am going to be, and I could not be happier right now knowing that I’ll be back in school on my way to my career.

I’m currently extremely bored and being bored helps me get a ton of things done I wouldn’t normally get done. These tasks include:

• Applying for a loan
• Fixing my Facebook profile
• Applying for a second job
• Shopping around for a new car
• Blogging here
• Going back to hate on new videos posted on Newgrounds
• Applying for college
• Get better from being sick
• Learn something on guitar
• Buy a new jacket

Being bored is extremely helpful. You should try it out sometime, just take a day off from everything and do nothing what so ever.

You know what’s hysterical? Getting in front of your English class to do a presentation and not having one clue what you are doing. First you start off by doing a very awkward attention getting opening phrase.

“Hey! So my presentation is on Christmas, and in celebration, I bought you all a present! … Good, now that I have your attention lemme get started…” *everyone has sad face*

Talk about classic right there.

*moves on to History Class*

We learned about a city that was formed in the 1820’s that was made for people to have “Complex Marriages.” Basically, this meant they were married to one person, but the man could sleep with whomever he pleased, this went as well for the woman. I commented on this.

“Okay, this is like me and communism, it looks good on paper, but you really can’t preform it. You can’t have, ‘hey hunny, I’m gonna sleep with her’ ‘okay I’ll sleep with him, dinner’s at 6!’

Shit just doesn’t work like that.

I’m out <3

The last couple of weeks have been a little hectic. I JUST finished my 8-10 page English paper. It’s supposed to be double spaced, but mine’s 8-10 pages single spaced, because I’m good like that. Had a math Test, I more than likely ACED this one too, History Test coming up, I have to do reading for that, and then there’s my HTML class, that I’ve already passed for the year, so whatever.

I saw “Happy Feet” last night. It was an attempted Political-Religious film to get people to stop fishing off the coast of Antarctica…. which they have….. OVER 10 YEARS AGO. The first half of the movie was good, then the “elder” penguin started screaming, “REPENT, REPENT AND THE FISH WILL COME BACK!!!” in short, it was one VERY fucked up kids movie.

Because of Happy Feet, I’m not afraid to go see kid’s movies. Incredibles was a good kid’s movie, but now because of “Happy Feet” I’m almost afraid to go see another kid’s movie because i’m scared some old guy in the movie is going to start screaming “REPENT!!!”

I’ll try to blog more often, but there’s only so much one person can do.

My Past Week:

1. 11/8 Wednesday: Sick, Tired, need sleep
2. 11/9 Thursday: Sick, Tired, Have to write paper
3. 11/10 Friday: Sick, Tired, Macy’s calls “We need you to work for us”
4. 11/11 Saturday: Sick, Tired, Writing paper
5. 11/12 Sunday: Sick, Tired, Patriots Lose, Revolution Lose
6. 11/13 Monday: Tired, Interviewed, New Macy’s Employee
7. 11/14 Tuesday: Sick, Worked, Made $$$

g0t it? Macy’s Hires me after I was told I wouldn’t be, weird eh?