Jan 18, 2006 12:30
Dear Sweet Journal,
It is a cold, windy, apocalyptic day here in suburban America. I would like to stress the fact that with growing unrest, I feel like Noah cowering in my little sad arch... minus the animals and, um, the boat... and God's favor, ya know what, forget the whole Arch thing.
I am merely hours away from my dramatic exodus from the east into the broad majestic wilderness of the west! I, Jack, am going to the one, the only, Sundance Film Festival... and I am using this entry as a chance to gloat and boast of my good fortune.
I am sure all of you are thinking, "oh no. Jake is so talented and wonderful, he's going to hit it big and leave us all behind in his quest for greatness!". Well, my devoted readers, let me quell your fears, for I never leave my fans behind. (just to be clear, that was all extreme sarcasm... mostly).
I am delighted at a chance to escape this city and the plethora of emotions attached to it. Mainly, my incessant longing for that cute little curly haired girl you all know so well. Ahh, a nice reprise from suffering over her absence will be so very much appreciated.
Well, I suppose now i will continue to weather the storm and make good use of my shelter; But mark my words Almighty, I'm off to stardom tomorrow and no 40 day long flood is gonna stop me!! More later. Goodbye journal. -Jake/Jack/Messiah