Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2013 14:20:07 GMT -5
I looked at the clock on the bedside table; it reads 3 A.M exactly,
“The times I get up at are getting weirder and weirder,” I said aloud, knowing no one could hear me, living alone has some nice perks, no idiots that get mad at you when you get up at 3 A.M, access to the computer 24/7, don’t have to share food or space with anyone, it’s great. They say the human body needs about 6 hours of sleep, yeah right, I’m fully functional on two or three. I don’t see the need for sleep, just wasting your life with your eyes shut lying down, probably why I excelled in college, didn’t need sleep all that much, and I could’ve studied till two in the morning and been ready for 7 AM class the next day. I also found out how much I hated roommates in college.
My college roommate was terrible, all he did was steal food and snore, and I would’ve gone insane if I didn’t move out after that year. I think he ended up dropping out halfway through junior year, I don’t know, nor do I really care. For all I care he could be a bus driver in Orange County, most people in my class didn’t amount to much anyways. There’d always be one or two people who’d sleep through a lecture and then ask for notes afterwards. That laziness sent them behind, and I couldn’t have cared less about it, it was their fault they weren’t going to become as successful as me, I never cared about what people in my class thought about me because I knew that they’d all one day, one way or another, would be paying to see me.
My phone buzzes, it’s my manager Randall, too nice of a guy and though he’s a good Hollywood mind he doesn’t have the first clue how to manage my wrestling career out of press. He’s also the only person that would call me at this hour.
Me: Randall what’s going on?
Randall: Hey Jayson, just wanted to call as your manager and remind you that you have a flight today at 8 out of Sacramento to Miami, the limo is coming at 6 and I’ll meet you with the tickets. Don’t forget you are packed with press leading up to Battleground in Miami too so be ready.
Me: Come on Randall, you know I wouldn't forget a flight, I’ll be there, make sure you are.
Randall: Don’t fret, I’ll be there early.
Me: Alright good.
Randall: Yep, so how’s your morning?
Small talk, really don’t want to talk right now, I’d rather get on my computer, get ready for Miami, there’s a million things I’d rather be doing than talking on a phone.
Me: It’s been good, look, I’ve gotta finish up on some last minute packing, I’ll see you at 6:30.
Randall: Oh alright, I’ll see you then, take care Jayson.
Alright, got him off the phone, a minute seems to go on for an hour when I’m on the phone, especially talking about stuff like travel plans with Randall, sometimes Randall still thinks I’m that kid out of college that needed a manager and stumbled upon him, I can remember things and take care of myself too thank you very much. I’m used to early flights by now, Randall usually schedules the earliest one due to my sleep habits, I don’t really care, it’s the easiest way to avoid the tourists that shove a magazine in my face hoping I’ll sign it so they can Tweet me some stupid message about how you met me and how they’re such a big fan, blah, blah, blah. I just do it so they’ll leave me alone long enough to eat my egg sandwich at my gate in peace.
So much is rushing through my head, like usual when one wakes up at 3 in the morning, except I’m used to it by now. It’s not the normal stuff though, parties, movies, press that my manager tells me to do because, “it’s good for my image”, but it’s different. I’m thinking about my WFWF debut against some other guy that’s wrestling in his first match Beau Bowens and a guy that’s been in the WFWF for a little now, Andrew Carter.
I turn on my computer, type in my password and click on Microsoft Word, it takes forever it seems, it’s strange how fast we expect things, if you don’t get something on YouTube in 20 seconds you turn into a primate and scream at your computer. The ignorance of the people that ask me for pictures and autographs is ridiculous, all of them are know-it-alls, especially in LA, with their Twitter and People Magazine and Facebook, it’s sad that the Internet has turned the human race into a bunch of ravenous animals that crave stories of failure and grieving, not that I care. Most people ask me about how much I thank the fans for their support, and I give them my Hollywood smile and say something like,
“Golly gee, I sure am grateful.” When in reality the people have had nothing to do with my success. It’s not due to them that I’m the greatest actor of all-time, it’s not due to them that I graduated from Sacramento State University as the head of my class, it’s all because of me, I created my greatness, I am a legend in Hollywood and every single wrestling fan, whether they want to admit it or not, will see that I am the best wrestler in the history of this company already and I have yet to make my debut, and my greatness is still growing, finally, Word opens, I begin to type: Daily Journal, Day #479 and begin to type.
Andrew Carter and Beau Bowens think that they’ll be getting a chance to show the world their skills in the ring on live PPV, well here’s a reality check for them, this won’t be your coming out party, this won't be your chance to reach the brass ring that's still so, so far out of your grasp, this will be my night to show every single person in Miami and at home watching on their TV sets that I’m the next legend in this company, and there’s not a thing anyone in this company can do about it. What I hate is the fact that this crowd is going to rally itself behind someone who calls themselves, “The Delinquent”. He gives these pieces of trash in the crowd an everyman, someone that’s worked hard and achieved a dream, it’s too bad that his dream, and every one of the audience’s dreams will be crushed when I go out of the AA Center, find LeBron and D-Wade, and go party at a nightclub that Beau and the folks of Miami can only dream about entering. Then we have Mr. Carter, some little gangster who thinks he’s tough cause of the losers he runs with, well let me tell you, and your friends something, I’ve achieved more in my 23 years of existence on this green earth than all of you combined. I do not go out seeking trouble like you do. I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing in this match, everyone thinks that I have no business being here in the WFWF, that the opening match is all that I should ever be in, but that is wrong, because at Battleground I will show that I am the next big thing in this company, after I win I will become the WFWF National Champion and everyone will be shocked that this kid from Hollywood could be this good of a wrestler, everyone but me. I know I’m the best wrestler in the company and it’s just a matter of time until everyone in the crowd sees it and every wrestler finds that out for themselves. My name is Jayson Garrett, and I’m the WFWF’s future.
File Name: Day 479
“The times I get up at are getting weirder and weirder,” I said aloud, knowing no one could hear me, living alone has some nice perks, no idiots that get mad at you when you get up at 3 A.M, access to the computer 24/7, don’t have to share food or space with anyone, it’s great. They say the human body needs about 6 hours of sleep, yeah right, I’m fully functional on two or three. I don’t see the need for sleep, just wasting your life with your eyes shut lying down, probably why I excelled in college, didn’t need sleep all that much, and I could’ve studied till two in the morning and been ready for 7 AM class the next day. I also found out how much I hated roommates in college.
My college roommate was terrible, all he did was steal food and snore, and I would’ve gone insane if I didn’t move out after that year. I think he ended up dropping out halfway through junior year, I don’t know, nor do I really care. For all I care he could be a bus driver in Orange County, most people in my class didn’t amount to much anyways. There’d always be one or two people who’d sleep through a lecture and then ask for notes afterwards. That laziness sent them behind, and I couldn’t have cared less about it, it was their fault they weren’t going to become as successful as me, I never cared about what people in my class thought about me because I knew that they’d all one day, one way or another, would be paying to see me.
My phone buzzes, it’s my manager Randall, too nice of a guy and though he’s a good Hollywood mind he doesn’t have the first clue how to manage my wrestling career out of press. He’s also the only person that would call me at this hour.
Me: Randall what’s going on?
Randall: Hey Jayson, just wanted to call as your manager and remind you that you have a flight today at 8 out of Sacramento to Miami, the limo is coming at 6 and I’ll meet you with the tickets. Don’t forget you are packed with press leading up to Battleground in Miami too so be ready.
Me: Come on Randall, you know I wouldn't forget a flight, I’ll be there, make sure you are.
Randall: Don’t fret, I’ll be there early.
Me: Alright good.
Randall: Yep, so how’s your morning?
Small talk, really don’t want to talk right now, I’d rather get on my computer, get ready for Miami, there’s a million things I’d rather be doing than talking on a phone.
Me: It’s been good, look, I’ve gotta finish up on some last minute packing, I’ll see you at 6:30.
Randall: Oh alright, I’ll see you then, take care Jayson.
(Click)
Alright, got him off the phone, a minute seems to go on for an hour when I’m on the phone, especially talking about stuff like travel plans with Randall, sometimes Randall still thinks I’m that kid out of college that needed a manager and stumbled upon him, I can remember things and take care of myself too thank you very much. I’m used to early flights by now, Randall usually schedules the earliest one due to my sleep habits, I don’t really care, it’s the easiest way to avoid the tourists that shove a magazine in my face hoping I’ll sign it so they can Tweet me some stupid message about how you met me and how they’re such a big fan, blah, blah, blah. I just do it so they’ll leave me alone long enough to eat my egg sandwich at my gate in peace.
So much is rushing through my head, like usual when one wakes up at 3 in the morning, except I’m used to it by now. It’s not the normal stuff though, parties, movies, press that my manager tells me to do because, “it’s good for my image”, but it’s different. I’m thinking about my WFWF debut against some other guy that’s wrestling in his first match Beau Bowens and a guy that’s been in the WFWF for a little now, Andrew Carter.
I turn on my computer, type in my password and click on Microsoft Word, it takes forever it seems, it’s strange how fast we expect things, if you don’t get something on YouTube in 20 seconds you turn into a primate and scream at your computer. The ignorance of the people that ask me for pictures and autographs is ridiculous, all of them are know-it-alls, especially in LA, with their Twitter and People Magazine and Facebook, it’s sad that the Internet has turned the human race into a bunch of ravenous animals that crave stories of failure and grieving, not that I care. Most people ask me about how much I thank the fans for their support, and I give them my Hollywood smile and say something like,
“Golly gee, I sure am grateful.” When in reality the people have had nothing to do with my success. It’s not due to them that I’m the greatest actor of all-time, it’s not due to them that I graduated from Sacramento State University as the head of my class, it’s all because of me, I created my greatness, I am a legend in Hollywood and every single wrestling fan, whether they want to admit it or not, will see that I am the best wrestler in the history of this company already and I have yet to make my debut, and my greatness is still growing, finally, Word opens, I begin to type: Daily Journal, Day #479 and begin to type.
Andrew Carter and Beau Bowens think that they’ll be getting a chance to show the world their skills in the ring on live PPV, well here’s a reality check for them, this won’t be your coming out party, this won't be your chance to reach the brass ring that's still so, so far out of your grasp, this will be my night to show every single person in Miami and at home watching on their TV sets that I’m the next legend in this company, and there’s not a thing anyone in this company can do about it. What I hate is the fact that this crowd is going to rally itself behind someone who calls themselves, “The Delinquent”. He gives these pieces of trash in the crowd an everyman, someone that’s worked hard and achieved a dream, it’s too bad that his dream, and every one of the audience’s dreams will be crushed when I go out of the AA Center, find LeBron and D-Wade, and go party at a nightclub that Beau and the folks of Miami can only dream about entering. Then we have Mr. Carter, some little gangster who thinks he’s tough cause of the losers he runs with, well let me tell you, and your friends something, I’ve achieved more in my 23 years of existence on this green earth than all of you combined. I do not go out seeking trouble like you do. I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing in this match, everyone thinks that I have no business being here in the WFWF, that the opening match is all that I should ever be in, but that is wrong, because at Battleground I will show that I am the next big thing in this company, after I win I will become the WFWF National Champion and everyone will be shocked that this kid from Hollywood could be this good of a wrestler, everyone but me. I know I’m the best wrestler in the company and it’s just a matter of time until everyone in the crowd sees it and every wrestler finds that out for themselves. My name is Jayson Garrett, and I’m the WFWF’s future.
File Name: Day 479
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