This has got to be a dream. This is such complete bullshit that you’re telling me mom. I went to bed hoping everything would be okay the next morning when I woke up and it wasn’t. You can’t tell me that she’s gone. I just spoke to her 3 days ago. She was finally realizing her mistakes. She wanted to change. She wanted to go back and get her high school diploma. Wanted to get a degree, do something with her life after nothing for the past 4 years.
I haven’t seen her in 5 years. But we talked every now and then and I can still here you say hi to me because you always called me “jack-a-roo.” Ever since we were 5 and 7 I was your jackaroo. I’ll never hear that name again…
You were going to come visit soon. We spoke about you coming to visit me at college nine days ago…NINE FUCKING DAYS AGO you were still here. And in a flash, you’re gone.
I thought it was a sick joke. A complete misunderstanding of what my uncle had told my mom. But it’s not. It’s real. I’m here, you’re gone and never coming back.
I haven’t gotten to hug you in 5 years. And now I will never get that chance again.
I love you so much Courtney. Rest in peace. I’ll always love you.
So, this weekend I started my new job/possible internship thing with the website for New York State’s coverage of Cross-Country and Track and Field for High Schools across the entire state.
The website is called ny.milesplit.com, and I actually used to use it all the time back in high school to check the stats of the runners, their personal bests, and the types of races they ran.
My friend owns the New York branch of the website, and he allowed me to tag along with him on coverage for the East-Syracuse Minoa Invitational. I helped assist him in interviewing the coaches of several teams, as well as the winning athletes from the Men’s and Women’s varsity races respectively.
I helped to co-write the article with him as well, which can be located here:
I did not get paid for this article, cause technically he wrote most of it, I just tagged along, learned the general idea of what I would have to do, and helped jot down the Q and A with the coaches and athletes.
He said soon I’ll be writing my own articles about meets and invitationals, and I would be getting paid for doing some free-lance work for him.
(Yay experience and money!)
He also said, potentially next year I could use this as an “internship” credit for college, and further gain connections within the company.
It made me really miss cross country seeing all the runners and watching the races, running back and forth to take pictures, and talking to the runners.
It was a lot of fun and I cannot wait to be doing it again next weekend.
Hahahahahahahahaha….well, won’t this be awkward everybody?
But, what is love anyway, really?
I thought I liked/loved/had a crush on somebody for quite sometime through my years of intermediate, and middle school, but alas that had never happened. It was kind of foolish you see, when you’re so young you don’t really understand what it’s really all about. What being in a relationship really means at 10 is way different than what it really should mean, or does mean at a later age.
Sure, when I was 10 I thought I was legit in love, I’m sure everybody has had that feeling before. But, it was not meant to be at that time, and hey, life goes on, I was 10.
First kiss however is a totally different story. While when I was younger I would have liked for my first kiss to be with that “first love” girl, it turned out quite differently than I had expected.
It happened with my first girlfriend, who incidentally is the reason I had a horrible couple of years at high school for the most part, why my life was more or less in shambles outside of school, and why I almost lost all of my friends, because she changed me into an asshole.
But anyway, I digress. I could go on about that for hours!
First kiss was kind of bland, you know? You get this feeling your first kiss is going to be awesome (thanks Disney), but it really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Sure you’ll here about these first kisses with a certain guy or girl that were “soooooo cute” or “awwwwww”-inspired, but is it really all we thought it’d be? I dunno about that.
More or less, my first kiss happened like this. I was at her house (her being psycho ex-girlfriend), as she was helping me with my math homework since we were in the same class. We had finished the homework and my mother was coming to get me in 5 minutes or so. So, she says to me “turn around and face me” so I did. Then she said, “kiss me.”
I was like, “what? Kiss you? Just right now?”
Surely, an awkward young teenager is like whoaaaa whattttt. But in hindsight I see she was just kind of ordering me around. Realy romantic, eh? Anyways, I leaned in, and she kissed me, and that was that. My mom came and I left.
Where’s the background singing, the scented candles and romantic date followed by the walk on the beach in the moonlight? Oh right, that was in the next room.\
Well, I kind of went into detail with this on Day 2, about where I want to be in ten years, but here it is, I guess in a little more detail and in depth of what I want my future to be. It won’t be easy, and nobody says this is exactly what would happen, but hey, I can “hope” this is what it is, as the title suggests.
So, first off from this point in my life where I am now, I want to graduate college, and look for an apartment somewhere not in NY, but not too far away. Pennsylvania seems like a good place, and it’s a lot cheaper to live there than New York, and especially Long Island. Thus, why I want to move.
Once I move there, I will look for part-time college professor jobs for any English or Professional Writing classes, because I will have two majors that I will graduate and get my diplomas in. I hope to work as a part-time professor while I enroll myself in a Doctorate program at another university so I can become a Doctor of the English Language and get my Ph.D. My students will get to call me Dr. Labriola, and I will get a substantial pay raise when I’m a doctor and become a full-time professor.
Meanwhile after that is all said and done, I will have a wife and two kids. Preferably boys, but hey, girls aren’t that bad. Possibly name one of them Jack Jr. and the other Warren (after my grandfather). Maybe a third kid, but hey we will see about that I suppose.
We will get a house built for us in Pennsylvania as well. Meaning that I don’t want to buy a house that was already built, I want to commission a house myself, choose how many rooms and what kind of rooms and how I want the house to look on the inside and outside. I’m hoping to be making around six figures (100,000) or so a year, so, after a couple of years I should have enough money to do so in the long run.
I also want to have 3 cars. One for my wife, one for my everyday travel, and a sports car to drive on a nice summer day and have fun in.
Eventually I’ll retire to a nice pension, and live out the rest of my days with the love of my life, spending our nights outside on the back porch, watching the sunset on our porch swing, hand in hand.
This one was a little tough, I suppose. The fact was on a bunch of the websites of looked at, they either gave me “the top 10 movies of 1998” or “the best movies of 1998”, but I just wanted a LIST of plain ol’ movies that happened to come out in that year. It was hard to find one, so maybe there’s something better out there that I missed, but this is a movie I saw in my High School Sports Literature class. Many of you probably have never heard of the person it is about, and definitely have probably never heard of the movie itself.
Day 08 - A moment you felt the most satisfied with your life.
Hmmm…this one is really tough.
I can’t really say that this particular moment has come yet, but I can try to think of one that’s close!
Let’s see…I’d probably say graduating high school.
Sure, it may sound cheesy and whatever, cause a lot of people have graduated and there’s a lot of other moments in my life so far that have been quite satisfying.
However, I think that getting that diploma, shaking Mr. Stewart’s hand, and walking back to my chair, a high school graduate was the most satistfying to me.
It was a cummulation of 12 years of hard work at Commack Schools and I put my heart and soul into my work and my extra-curricular activies.
Being able to say that a full chapter of my life was finally complete was a huge, rewarding feeling. The next chapter of my life which college is in full swing and I know that once I complete it, it will be my next most satisfied moment in my life.
Hmmm…well, I am a LEO, which I always thought was awesome, being a badass Lion and all, and honestly, I never knew what the personality was supposed to be. Until just now, when I searched it and realized for the most part, it’s NOT me.
Here’s what came up for Leo’s personality:
Ego, self-centered, arrogant; fixed, stubborn, persistant; artistic or creative expression as a vehicle for revealing “who I am”; needs to be a center of attention, requires acknowledgment and approval, likes to be noticed and appreciated (“ego-strokes”); personal integrity, true to self, honorable, trustworthy; kingly, self-assured, confident
Okay, so I’m not arrogant or self-centered, sure I can be artistic or creative sometimes, but I also never want to be the cetner of attention or need to be noticed. I’m honorable, I suppose, and I’d also like to think I’m trustworthy. And for the most part in everything I do, I try to be as confident as possible.
So I guess I’m kind of like a Leo, minus the part that makes a Leo sound like a douchebag of being egotistical and wanting to be noticed and center of attention all the time.
There is the obvious one that I had a few years ago with that crazy psycho ex-girlfriend, but I suppose that’s not really a “problem”, just an unfortunate reality.
A problem that has seemed to get me my entire life is the fact that I’ve never thought I was good enough at anything.
Whether it’s been track, school (grades), helping people, or writing, I’ev just never thought I was good enough.
During the track season, I always wanted to make varsity, ever since my first season of cross-country. I knew I sucked, it was quite obvious. Me, Logan, and Justin were on the Freshman B team, not even the A team. And on the B team Logan and Justin were so much better than I was, which kind of frustrated me. I just didn’t understand why they were so much faster than me even though we had the same amount of practices.
Then winter track came, and I went back to my first love, sprinting. Unfortunately, I got stuck doing mid-distance sprints like the 300m and the 600m. I was decent at it, but it still kind of sucked. Spring track came, and I was running the 400m and the triple-jump and I was still one of the worst.
That summer I trained and trained, made the X-Country team again, but quit 3 weeks before the season ended. That year I didn’t make the winter track team regrettably, but made the spring track Varsity team, because I trained my ass off.
I was on Varisty since Spring Track of Sophomore year, which was the best out of all of my friends, but never good enough for myself. I wanted to be the best, and no matter how hard I trained, I had hit the wall. I just could not get faster, and that upset me so much, I decided not to pursue my original plan of running track in college.
Grade-wise I’ve always been an A-/B+ student, throughout high school and college. And while it’s not bad, when you have a brother who’s a genius and can get into any school that he wants to I wish that I could be that smart. Get scholarship money, and get to choose any college that I want. But hey, I got into my college of choice, that my ex-crazy girlfriend decided to go to since I was going there, and thus I came to Cortland. And while I cannot complain about living with my best friend in the world and all the wonderful people I’ve met and relationships I’ve made, I still wish I was book-smarter than I am.
Helping people is one of the things I do. I’m a nice guy, and try to be a gentleman wherever I can be. And although I always try to do my best to please everybody and make everybody happy and help them, I always feel like it’s not enough. I wish I could do more to help people’s problems, make them feel better, etc. Sometimes just talking to them or doing something for them is just not enough and I wish I had the power to solve them all.
And writing, well, I wish I was a much better writer. I love writing, (as you can tell by this obnoxious blog post if anybody’s ACTUALLY reading this) but I wish I was so much better. When I read somebody’s writing and fall in love with how they wrote it and the word choice, I just don’t understand how they thought of that. And while I want to be a college professor when I grow up, I still want to write poetry and write a novel or two as well. I just hope I can write one well enough to get published and read by even just ten people.
I guess I’ll just come out and say that some of religion is stupid.
I tend to dislike people who are so “overly religious” and especially those who think that they can just push their religion onto you and think you really need to “connect” with your inner Jesus or whatever you believe in.
I believe it somewhat though, I suppose, as would any man who’s thought of what happens after you die.
Sure, I’d love for there to be some sort of afterlife that I can continue living and having fun, and not just go to sleep forever, because well…that kinda sucks.
But as far as the “hardcore” stuff goes, I think it’s a load of bull.
I honestly rather believe in the religious forces of the Jedi from Star Wars or something.
Upon coming to college, I had a very strict no drugs or alcohol policy for myself. I always thought, man how can people do this kind of stuff, it just seemed stupid. I saw both my cousins get addiected to drugs and become alcoholics, drop out of high school and never graduate, as well as get arrested.
I never wanted to be like them.
But, then college happened.
Not saying that I do drugs and alcohol now, but I definitely have a relaxed view on alcohol. I realized that you can drink a decent amount of alcohol (within reason), and still be able to maintain most of your composure, while still having a good time.
Although I don’t really care about drinking or others drinking now, I still have a somewhat strict policy about drugs. I don’t mind if others do them, I suppose. That’s their choice. Whether or not it’s the best choice in the world, I can’t say that it really is, but hey, that’s life.
Hm….a tough one, if I didn’t already have most of my life planned out about what I want to be doing with it.
In 10 years, I’d like to be happily married, living in Pennsylvania, in a house that I had constructed for me, not a house bought from a previous owner.
I want to have a yellow lab dog, a nice big backyard with a pool and a patio, a hot tub and a nice barbecue.
A nice two-story house with a basement full of the most epic home theater ever seen. Awesome comfy couches, a big TV/projector screen of some sort, surround sound, and everything else a nice theater needs. (Besides a concession stand).
Two or three bedrooms, a couple bathrooms, a nice collectibles room where I’d have all my sports memorabilia, and models that I’ve built.
I hope to be a professional writer as well as a part-time college professor for a while during the time that I’m working on going to night school to obtain my Doctorate in English.
I Hopefully within the next 10 years I can become a full-time college professor, as Dr. Jack Labriola, teaching English/Professional Writing classes, while also writing a novel or two, and poetry on the side for fun.
Well, ladies…because I know how many are you are flocking to me everyday on my way to class from my over-bearing good looks, charm, and badassness.
Totally kidding guys.
Right now I am in the best relationship with the best girl in the world, Alexandra Martin.
Out of the couple of girlfriends I have had in the past, she is definitely the most down to earth, person I have the most in common with, we have so much fun together, making jokes, etc, etc and I could not ask for more.
Met her here in Cortland (college) and it’s almost been a year, and so far things are better than ever.
She loves the geeky, yet athletic guy I am, and I can always be myself when we are together, and it’s always a great time.
I could not ask for more, and I don’t even know what else to rant about in this post, so there you have it…Day 1.
Three of the four were English/Professional Writing classes (from my two majors) and the other was Chemistry (blahhhh).
All of my English-related type classes went awesome. My teachers seem cool, and even though it seems like a lot of work, I am soooo pumped to get started on it.
Some people think I’m spreading myself too thin, doing too much and not going to have enough time to do anything, or become stressed.
I guess they don’t know me that well.
Jack Labriola has never been stressed. It really does not bother me having a lot of things to get done. It really makes me work harder and better at it. Keeping a cool, calm, collected head is exactly what you need to have some focus and get things done, instead of complaining about how much you have to do and worrying about how it will get done.
I am taking 18 credits this semester, a job 3 days a week, I’m in the community Orchestra, Ultimate Frisbee practice 3-4 days a week, as well as Homework, Studying, Tests, eating, hanging out with friends, and partying it up.
Pshhh, too much? Nahhh.
I’m also doing intramural sports all year round, and plan on trying to join the English Honor Society, and MIGHT add a minor later on.
Sophomore year…BRING IT ON BABY! Jack is ready for ya.
I was kind of skeptical at first, figured I’d go up there, see if I could get hypnotized, and if not, just walk off the stage (as he makes the people do) or if I did, well then that’d be great.
So, turns out that I CAN be hypnotized…
The last thing I remember was that he told me to fold my hands, stare at them and clench them together harder and harder each second until he got to 5. Then he poked me on the head, and I don’t remember a thing afterwards.
I next woke up on the floor, all hot and sweaty, surrouned by like 5 other people passed out on the floor.
I didn’t remember a thing, but apparently it was hilarious.
(My friend video taped it on her phone, so hopefully everybody will be able to see it one day, including me)
Apparently I was a dancing machine, “two-stepping” (I don’t even know what that is, but I was apparently decent at it in my subconscious mind), I was a pilot at one point, flipped some dude off, had an imaginary puppy, tried to seduce Scarlett Johansson, and also said that I said found One Million dollars (which turned out to be napkins I found in my wallet after I woke up), and I said it in Dr. Evil’s voice from Austin Powers, holding my pinky up to my mouth and everything.
It was a good night, because apparently what I thouguht was 5 minutes of being hypnotized was an hour and a half, so I feel completely rejuvenated. Score one for Jack!
I really hope that I can get a hold of that video and get to show all my friends at home.