For now on... I'm going to post a short journal of events each week, which will tell a story for my friends to read. It will tell the funny,depressing, boring, and exciting stories of things in my life, my friends, and the small community in which I live in called Saint Charles.

one of the reasons I'm doing this.. is so other people I know can express their own thoughts, ideas and conerns to the public.

First entry: March 3, 1998

Jake's weekened story:
First of all, the idea of Saint Charles Creek kind of came from a girl Jen, a friend of mine who brought up an interesting point. She said "Dawson's Creek" isn't realistic, they're trying to make a tv show which imitates our daily lives, and it's just not working.
she added "if we did have a tv show of our actual day to day lives, it would be....quite......frankly... BORING." will it? lets see, and the story begins. "Saint Charles's Creek".
Jacob, the kid who lives in between Matt Smith and Adam Price. Sometimes gets really bored and does stupid shit.. kinda like what he is doing right now. :)
This weekened Jen almost crashed into the back of Jake's car while following him to Dobb's.
I'm sure Adam would like to add "Women Drivers no Fucking Survivors"!
A guy jogging ran into Jake's car while he started to cross over 94. The guy was okay, and admitted to the public he was at fault for the incident. And Jake is sure that if a women driver was driving the guy wouldn't be standing today! hehe just kidding.
Yes.. this weekened Justin had a party, the usual was accomplished. People were drinking, and having fun, what else is knew. Same with Saturday night. except Jake departed early to go see a local highschool band play at some far off Catholic Highschool with Jen.
Jen drove him to this school, and they met up with Jen's friend Scott, Dan(not dan-daivis he was at party), and this wierd guy named Dave.
Those guys were very interesting... let me tell ya. The band was good, however the setting of the concert was quite ironic. They were playing santanic music like some Marylan Manson copied shit, and at the same time... above the bloody band title there was a cross, and the dance room was surrounded by religious pictures, and poems. The irony was very humerous.

Funny story, Saturday night at around 2:00am I was leaving Matt's house after a night of deep intellectual conversation, and as I was walking toward my house I saw this white car parked in the middle of the road! It wasn't directly in front of any parti cular house, but I would say it was closer to mine. I knew the house wasn't there an hour and half ago, and I was concerned to what the person was up to. I approached the car from the right slowly, and peered in through the car's window, nonone was in there. huh? who would park their car in the middle of the road a nd where is the driver? I walk around the car, trying to figure out who the hell was in it. I realized after seeing the UMSL stickers and the trash in the window that the car belonged to Justin Stienkemp. Many of you know him as Stiener. I smiled and looked up at his girlfrie nds house Trish MIller, and thought must be testing her new probe car. right...right...right..right.
I was walking away from his car when I saw the front door was slightly open. I thought to myself.. huh.. funny that it would be if he left his door opened for me. :) I pulled on the handle and to my dismay, the dome light came on illuminating the entir e cabin of his car with light, and there appeared reclined in the drivers seat, was passed out drunk, Justin!
I never laughed so hard at something so stupid! You had to of seen how pathetic he looked. Wrapped up in 2 small blankets, reclined back laying there, totally non-congnitive of his surroundings, hair spiked back, and in a humerous way his mouth was open and as if stuck in a timeless yawn, he rested.
I quickly went back to Matt's house, so I could have another person witness this most funny thing. Matt's always thinking and suggest we grab some toilet paper, and shaving cream. So we did, and promptly ran out to his car! As we were tipping the poor bastards car I went around to the right rear passenger door, and give it a pull, "pop" the door swung open. I laughed even harder, with ideas of placing shaving cream all over his face and tiolet papering the inside of his car flashed through my mind. Suddenly the kid awoke, and in a frenzy, jerked his head left and right! Full of fear, he had no idea, what time, where, who and wha t the hell was oging on! Matt and I dropped on the ground and just listened to him groan, and struggle to move his seat forward. I looked up and say the ghost like face searching around his car for anwsers to what had happened. He managed to shut the back door, just as I knocked on his window. He was pissed! and ready to fight! The funny thing is.. he was still buckled in and had no idea who I was. Obviously he had a little too much to drink. Matt and I told him we would dri ve him home, but he insisted we get the "fuck away from him" "I've had nothing to drink" "I've only been here 10 seconds!" haha yea 10 seconds.. or shall we say 90 minutes! hahaha the poor guy locked us out, and started his car. Still reclined in his ch air he drove off, just missing a mail box 2 doors down.

That's about all that happened this weekend. Oh yea... almost forgot....Adam Price wants to get hook ups with a girl name Tricia Carrol. no more to say.... here's a quote for the week.
"Me have a question... me have an answer...me wish I had a question for my answer... but then there was light. Oh yes there was and the heavens and hells to go along with it... and all the people called humans believed in these stories and we called them religions to back up our beliefs and give us hope.. A hope for a serene and peaceful world where we could all love and cherish thy neighbors, but is it that so? I dunno.. look at it though.. we fight.. we kill.. we have our holy wars.. and we still beli eve.. In a greater force? in fate? God... universe.. life? it's all a mystery with a simple understanding for a simple minded human. we don't know the answer so why not make one up." -Jacob Birmingham

Matt's weekened is best summed up in this creative and fantastic story he wrote: Click here to view it.

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