The Depth of Garfield Logan's MindTT Disclaimer: YES! I
Enjoy!July 1, 2009
My mum got me this journal last year for my birthday present. And let me tell you this, this is a journal, not a diary. There's a major difference between the two. Anyways, I didn't get a chance to write in this thing, but since it's the summer and my mum said that I had nothing better to do, I might as well start writing in it. And let me tell you this, I do have way better things to do than hurt my fingers from all the writing. For example, I plan to beat my high score on Mega Monkeys 4 this summer, but for reasons unknown to man, my mother doesn't think it's all that important and that education and some other stuff were more important than a man's pride. Whatever.
Since I don't know how to start these entries (I never owned a journal before.) I may as well introduce myself.
My name's Garfield Logan and I'm currently thirteen. I'm going to go to Jump City High starting this September, since well… you know, I'm finished grade eight and all the other things that goes with it. Anyways, I'm a vegetarian… or a vegan, whichever one suits you. And if you ask me why, I'd tell you it's because I love animals and whoever eats innocent animals are sick. I have blonde hair and green eyes, (Emerald green, that's what my mum says.) and I plan to dye my hair green too. Mostly because I want to show the world that I love the environment and Mother Nature and whatnot. And if you tell me that the chemicals used in the hair dye is bad for the environment and blah, blah, blah… I'd tell you to get a life. I know that it's bad for the environment since my friend, Raven, already reminded me only about fifty million times. Yeah, I know it's bad and all the other crap, but still, I want to show the world since one person can make a big difference. I think you can also tell that I'm very eco-friendly. But of course, my mum would kill me if I came home with green hair one day, but hey, let her yell at me. My birthday is on December 31; which instantly makes me the youngest in the class all the time. I'm funny, I really am. But my friends always tell me that my jokes weren't even though they know they are funny. They're just jealous that I'm funny and they're not. See, to prove myself, I'll tell you a joke right now.
Why did the taco cross the road?
Because it was taped onto the chicken!
Ha! You get it? I know you're just laughing like mad right about now so yeah, see? I am funny!
Anyways, now I really don't know what to write. But I guess for my first journal entry, I can tell you about my life from junior kindergarten to grade eight. Yeah, so I'd have a memento of my life when I go to high school and university or college. (If my friends were here right now, they'd tell me, 'If you make it to college.' But you know; I am smart… when it comes to animals. See, I'm good at stuff that I'm actually interested in.)
Alright, here I go. Starting when I was four, I went to Murakami School in Jump City. I obviously went there for kindergarten, no duh! Anyways, that's where I met Victor.
Victor's my best bud. He's cool and awesome, though I'd never say that to his face. He's got grey eyes and has chocolate brown skin and his mother shaves his head whenever a teensy bit of hair starts to grow. So all in all, I've never seen him with hair before… except for the time when he wore a fake afro. And after that, I was kinda glad that he's bald. He doesn't look all that good with hair. Or maybe the wig just looked bad in general. If you want to know why he's bald, it's because once he got a dog, (A very cute and nice dog, I might add.) and the dog got lice, which led to him having lice and his mum just went beejesus and just shaved his head just so he won't get lice anymore.
Okay, anyways, I met Victor in junior kindergarten (Did I spell it right?) and we became instant friends. Alright, not instant. Mostly because I gave him a wet willy the moment I met him. And let me tell you this, it's not good to give a guy a wet willy when he's two times your height and weight. Let's just say, he could pass for a fourth grader. Anyways, he kicked my can and after that, we became friends. Yep, that's how guys make friends. Unlike girls who go all polite and 'Hi, I'm blah, blah, blah, who're you?' Yeah, those girls can sometimes be plain annoying. So to all you dudettes out there: don't do that. Just smile and go like, 'Hey dude. It's nice to meet you, wanna kick a ball around?' Trust me; you'll make way more friends that way.
So, in junior and senior kindergarten, it was just me and Victor, just cruisin' and being all cool and stuff. And the kindergarten definition of cool is mostly having the yummiest snack and having the coolest action figures and dolls. And Vic's got some cool action figures, which made him instantly liked.
Then came grade one, where you have to know how to write your name all neat and… stuff. And that's the year Raven came into the picture.
Raven's got attitude, let me tell you that. She's all gothic and spunky… and she's well, she's… gothic? She's got black hair and violet blue eyes. Very pretty violet blue eyes. She's quite petite, even though I'm shorter than her. (I'm not exactly the definition of Chris Bosh, alright?) And I'm not gonna lie, since I'm the only person who'd read this… well, unless Vic finds it… then I'll be in his mercy for the rest of my life because he'd have all the blackmail in the world to use against me! Okay, back to the topic at hand: I think Raven is the definition of beautiful. Yeah, she's my best friend who's a girl and I have a thing for her. So, sue me. I don't know how I started to like her… alright, that's a lie. I do have a pretty good idea of how my crush started.
It was August 6, 2002 on a Saturday… and it was seven forty-two P.M. Me, Rae, Vic and our parents were relaxing on the beach since it's the summer. The three of us were sitting at the shore line of the beach.
Rae: It's so pretty.
Vic: What is?
Rae: The sunset. (One more tidbit of info. Rae's smart. Real smart. Even if she was just in grade two. She makes me and Vic look like two Dodo birds, you know, the extinct birds because they were too dumb to hide or fly away when there were hunters hunting them. They quite literally jumped in front of the hunters and went like, 'Hey! Here I am! So shoot me!' I didn't say that I was fond of every animal… um… okay, I'm done with my ranting.)
Me: Yeah, I guess if you like the beach and the sun…
Rae: Heh… you know, you're kinda funny.
And that statement completely made my day. Of course, I blew it by saying, 'Really? You think I'm funny? You know, I've got a lotta jokes! Wanna hear one?'
But I think that's how I started liking Rae. Now, I just try to always impress her by showing off my knowledge on animals. But, I think she still thinks I'm dumb… mostly because our grade eight teacher requested that she tutor me in English, Math, History and Science. Thank you very much teacher, for proving Raven's theory that I am, indeed, dumb.
But still, you can't blame me for trying. She's so pretty and mysterious and dark… Yeah, we're like Yang and Yin… or was it Yin and Yang? Anyways, we're complete opposites, but if I learned one thing from Science is that opposites attract. Of course, Raven didn't exactly prove this theory correct because she paid absolutely no interest in me aside from a friend. And it can't exactly work if it's only one way. I mean, if I'm attracted to her, but she's not attracted to me, then this theory is basically down the drain.
But still, from grade one to three, it was just the three of us. We did everything together. Of course, in the first day of grade one, we stayed away from Raven because, well, she doesn't like Barbie's and Disney princesses'. I mean, what girl doesn't like those things?! For crying out loud, she doesn't even like pink! But then, we begun… began… whatever, we began to think that she was pretty cool. I mean, she wasn't all that girly and primpy and stuff, so we decided to be her friends! Mostly because we thought she was cool and also because we felt slightly sorry for her, I mean, she's the only one that doesn't have any friends yet and she's the only one who doesn't have a reading buddy! So we tried to be her friends. But apparently, she's very quiet and anti-social. Which made it pretty hard for us to get her to open up. But somehow, we did it. And we also learned that she had a pretty good reason to be so secluded.
Apparently, when she was only two, her father had started abusing her and her mother, Arella. He never did love her or her mother and abused them daily. He never regretted hurting them. Anyways, things started getting really bad and one day, Rae's father, Trigon or something of the sort, came home drunk. So he wasn't sane all, not that I think he ever was sane. He beat her mother pretty badly, but before that, Arella told Raven to hide in the basement or something like that. After minutes or maybe even hours of beating, the yelling and screaming stopped and Raven came out from her hiding place to see her father gone and her mother lying on the floor, covered in blood and crying her eyes out. Rae tried to help her mother by wiping away all the blood with her own dress. After a few days, her father still hadn't come home, so Arella took the opportunity and carried Raven in her arms and ran out of the house and away from her husband. She ran and ran until she came to a police station and quickly told them what had been happening for a little over a year now. They took him to court and everything and their case has been all over the news and thing. Trigon was put into prison and was sentenced there for life.
Anyways, Raven isn't exactly trusting, but we don't exactly blame her. I mean, dude, if something like that happened to me, I don't think I'd trust anybody in my life. But Raven opened up to us, even if it took a whole year. She told us things that she never told anybody else in her life before, except for her mum. (Rae and her mum are pretty close, since they relied on each other during the bleak and dark times.) The three of us were really close. I have this picture of us; the three of us were sitting on a bench in the bark. I was on the left, Rae was in the middle and Vic was on her right. All three of us were holding ice-cream cones, I was holding a green-tea one, Rae was holding a coffee one and Vic was holding onto a triple chocolate fudge sundae. All of us wore cheesy grins that put triple cheese pizzas to shame.
Life was really good.
Then came fourth grade. And that was the year Dick decided to drop by.
Richard 'Dick' Grayson was the most popular guy since grade four. He has jet black hair which he started gelling when he was twelve and he always wore sunglasses outside of class starting when he was in grade five. All the girls drooled over him and all the guys wanted to be friends with the popular jock. His parents were in a circus act, but there was an accident and they died when he was only seven. So Bruce Wayne, probably the richest guy in the world took him in. He was rich, he was good looking, he was mysterious and he was good at karate, kung-fu and kickboxing and he was smart. You see why he's popular? Because I sure do.
So, I thought that Dick was just filled to the top with awesomeness. But, Vic didn't agree with me. And that pretty much led to a fight, and let me tell you this, dudes, don't get into fights with your best buddy. Because it'll get ugly.
I became friends with Dick and Vic was pretty much left out 'cause he hated Dick. He hated the fact that Dick was rich and that he thought that he was so cool, even though he was, and the fact that he always tried to boss people around. I saw no problem with this. And poor Rae was stuck in the middle of everything. She tried to mend things with me and Vic, but I think she only made it worse.
It wasn't until Fang Williams came that we became friends again.
Fang was the definition of u-g-l-y! He's mean too! So the three of us (Me, Vic and Dick) decided that it was time for payback, for everything that he did to us. Raven didn't participate because she said something along the lines of 'pointless' and 'stupid pig-headed boys.' But it was because of the taste of revenge that these 'pig-headed boys' became friends. Rae would never admit it, but she's glad that we're all friends again. She did look paler than usual.
We got Fang good. We glued one of the boys' toilet seats and put water all over the stall room. Fang tripped and he landed face down to the toilet seat, not only was he soaking wet, but the toilet seat was also stuck on his forehead! Life was good. That was, until one of the teachers came in because of all the commotion or something like that. We got detention… but so did Fang because we told the teachers what he had done to us. Once we came out of detention, Rae shot us this 'I-told-you-so' look. That's mostly how we became friends.
And they're really great friends too… except when they say I'm not bluggering funny, they know I am! They just don't want to admit it! Why can't they just admit it? I'll tell you why! It's because they're jealous of my awesomeness! And I…
I'll stop…
Oh wait… Jesus! I have something horrible and red on my finger… my fourth finger on my right hand… it's red and puffy and… it hurts! I can't write anymore… that's my excuse! I'll write next time… after one more joke.
Why did the computer cross the road?
To get to the next site! Ha!
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