The Personification of Jacob's Room: WELCOME TO THE CLUB!

   As I'm sure you know by now, I like to name a lot of inanimate objects in my room, and breathe life into them (or as a more sassy simpleton would say: "Give them names, and think they're real and shit.").
Meet my friends....
There is Mr. Quills, he's the owl who hangs over my bed.
My giant snail.
Purple Blanket.
Daggard the Magical Leaf Gnome.
Owlet (my owl bank)

And now you're meeting the newest addition to our gang, Lionel the Lion: 

Lionel watches over my desk while I am away, and if there is ever an intruder, he releases a mighty roar that can be heard around the globe, and the intruder quakes in fear, pees himself, and runs away (not necessarily that order).

Lionel is awarded a truffle at the end of each day for his duties. He is an essential component to my kingdom.

Your faithful blogster, Jacob.

Let's Elope... please? I'll Give You Tuna

   I've come to the conclusion that I don't like homosexual men. They are rude, bitchy, narcissistic, and as Raven-Symone would say, "NAAAASSTTAYY!" I'm sticking with lesbians.
   For some reason they think they are special because they like penis... now, I usually don't talk about my sexuality that much because I don't think it's a big deal. Being gay isn't who I am, it's just a part of who I am, in fact, a very small part. A lot of gay guys let it run their lives, and you'll find they don't actually have any real personalities, their just really, REALLY gay. I am Jacob before I am gay.
   I don't know how this would factor into my love life... I guess I'll just have to marry my cats (which we all knew was coming anyways).

Your faithful blogster, Jacob.

It's a Jungle Out There

    So today I was planning to walk to Starbucks to woo my man, but it then occurred to me, I don't even have enough change to afford a coffee. Not cool, man, not cool.
    I can only hope my barista wasn't too torn up about not seeing me. Well perhaps a bit torn up.... I was. I sat at the computer and over ate while watching 'Mars Attacks!'.

    No one was home, so went through both Amy Winehouse albums pretending to be her. Not to toot my own horn, but I was pretty good. Bitches we tryin' to make me go to rehab for AWESOMENESS, and I was like: 'No, no, noooo!' (....... please excuse that, it's the summer talking, not me).

   Not to mention, if I step outside I'll melt. Not because I'm a witch, but because it's an inferno.

It is summer and I'm a product of my environment. 

WHO WOULD POSSIBLY CHOOSE SCHOOL OVER THIS?!?!??!?!!

Your faithful blogster, Jacob.

My YAC Family

   Tomorrow is my YAC show at Stages Repertory Theatre...... when I first started the camp I hated it. I thought the hours were too long, and I missed the comfort of my vanilla-scented room.
   But once I got my head out of my ass, I learned SO MUCH from all the incredible teachers who were WORKING in theatre, who took time out of their busy schedule's to come and visit us. I also realized just how fantastic my ensemble was. No offence PVAers, but as of now, they are the best ensemble I have ever worked with.
   There is an remarkable sense of unity and support between us. We are all ages, yet age never seems to come up. Egos are left at the door. I honestly think everyone single one of them is fantastic at what they do. Not to mention they wrote some AMAZING original work, I mean AMAZING. Also.... they have brought pizza, cake, and cupcakes multiple times. That alone makes them fantastic.

   So tomorrow I have two shows with them, then it's off to the Sia concert with Angie! It's gonna be a great day. 

   Thanks YAC for teaching me so much, and giving me the chance to meet such phenomenal actors and people!

  

Your faithful blogster, Jacob.