Friday, February 27, 2009

Homework

Been a while since I've posted on this (comparatively, as the objective was to do so daily!). Basically this is just because I've been considerably busy. I've had more homework this week than any previous week probably ever. But it's not so bad, and I wouldn't mind having this much every week. Some of it is rather difficult and therefore frustrating, but this seems to have the best, or at least most immediately noticable rewards upon completion. With Biblical Hebrew, I enjoy doing it the most, but I have no concrete goals outside of the assignment so it's very hard to say when I've done a sufficient amount to be fulfilled.

I'm pushing a little harder this semester, so I expect to make myself do more homework than the bare minimum so I learn things better in general. This is no small order, but I think it will be well worth the effort and is quite managable. An astute reader might wonder - but why? Wouldn't you rather have fun partying and such than learning and doing homework? Somewhat, definitely. I enjoy hanging out with my friends, going out with them, generally being off-the-wall and all such good stuff. But there isn't a certain imperative sense in me to focus on some work right now, so I will not be as liberal with my time as before. Where does this sense come from? Well, from everywhere at once, of course! I couldn't exactly say, through confusion or other accounts, of a definite source. But it's there, and so I must respect it!

So where does that leave me? I'm feeling a little bit older (even though I look a little bit younger! - no more facial hair), a little bit more disenchanted, but at the same time I'm finding some deeper appreciation for things (most importantly of them all: the different people I know) and so really, I'm just becoming enchanted again in a different way. I'll try and remember to talk about my life's enchanted perspective sometime, I'm sure it will be quite out of the ordinary for most people (it's quite a romanticized and poetic outlook and lifestyle, it might seem quite naive to some and completely pointless to others, but I don't mind that much. I never asked anyone to share my thoughts!). So rest assured, my eyes aren't dulled with pragmatism yet!

On a different note, I've started to listen to Sentenced (actually only one album, The Cold White Light) - very melodic death metal (death metal is basically darkly themed metal, it does not involve screaming/guttural singing, that falls under the category of black metal). This right now is supplementing my playlist of more recent Weezer (Red Album, Make Believe, Maladroit, etc.). It's a pretty good combination, and I'm throwing in some Metallica to give it a heavier feel every now and then.

Okie dokie, time for some internationally houred coffee! Stay tuned for more, as this weekend I'll have an in-depth critique/analysis of one of my friend's short stories! It should be oh such an exciting time for you all! Adios.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Sleepy...

Hello again! I'm back, and this time, I'm tired. I got a little bit of sleep last night (around 3 hours), then I woke up early to go to physics lab. It was cool, we messed with electricity and electro-something or others (too many to name!). After that was a loooonnnggg lunch, then a relaxing hang out in Mary Low lounge, followed by a much needed 3 hour nap. Dinner was awesome (chicken crispitos are omgwtfbbq-good! I stuff my face with these like a hampster). After dinner I finally got to start my homework, but this was almost immediately (like wtheck good timing!) interrupted by a demand for Rock Band band practice for this weekend's competition. It was a tense time - tempers were flaring, as people were shaking off the rust and strategies were discussed in heated words (thankfully it was before quiet hours). After this, I dutily trudged back to my room to collect my homework to be done, only to get distracted yet again (thankfully, no negative connotation here!) for a little while.

After all these shenanigans, I finally got to start on physics in earnest, and it went smoothly in the beginning and end, but the middle absolutely destroyed my face with a cudgel the size of a mountainous manifestation of the wrath of YHWH (needless to say, I got frustrated). But, with a few helpful hints from Zach and the determination to keep changing things to try to get it to work, I figured out the two problems that were eating me alive. After this, I was so elated, that I almost looked forward to doing math homework! (Read: NOT AT ALL) However, my math homework (take home math quiz, I estimated it would take 3-4 hours) took all of 3 minutes (literally, like wtf). I assumed for my own sanity that what I accomplished in those 3 minutes was not sufficient for the assignment and that a proof was needed, and I gladly stopped feeling that this was the case (=P).

So yeah, an exceptional day by any standards! My mom might be coming to visit me this weekend, so that should be fun. I guess it's just a good time to smile and be happy. Alrighty, time to go to never never land and dream some crazy dream things. Have a good one!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Dark at Night

It's very dark in here right now - only my keyboard/monitor are lighting the whole of my face and hands. Chris is sleeping and I always try to be as quiet and non-intrusive as possible. Today was a pretty hectic day - my longest school day of the week, all 5 classes! It started off early because I had to study some for Biblical Hebrew, and then I realized I studied the wrong thing for class! Fun... But that class was fun, and then so was physics, calc, linear, and finally New Testament. After all this I worked in the lounge amidst various Heightsies (including Tim) for a little while, until Birds of Shame (RHCP anyone?) had me running out into the snow. Basically, I tripped and the snow wasn't as soft as I had hoped for, so my arm paid the price for it (but at least it looks like I was in a fight with a velociraptor, right???!!). So then nap, dinner, more Heights shenanigans and now I'm sitting here listening to Weezer through my headphones (they're the perfect amount of mellow and goodness for late night listening).

So, what's on my mind you might ask? Well, not a whole lot, I guess. Tomorrow I have lab, then infinite homework for Friday, so that's not concerning to me right now (present me constantly ruins life for future me in those regards, but present me doesn't care and future me never rebukes past me for my transgressions to myself! It's beautiful =)). I'm in a weird state right now, approaching one my my "twilight" moods I like to call them (maybe I'll explain that sometime...), as I'm not really tired, life around me is still, and nothing terribly pressing is on my mind or heart right now. Generally, not a bad situation to be in! But I'll do my best to entertain, as this has been a pretty boring post so far.

I'll let you in on something different - I'm a stereotypical "nice-guy" in my lone time and in my mind most of the time. I am not much for hating anymore, I desire people's happiness, I hope all the time for the best for everyone I know. One of my quirky things is that whenever I see one of the "magical wishing times" on a clock (such as 1:23, 1:11, 11:11, 1:35, 12:34, etc.), I always wish for the happiness or well being of someone close to me. For example, if someone has an up-coming test, I'll simply wish for them to do well or have confidence in their ability to do well. Sometimes it's an all encompassing wish for someone to be happy in general (I usually do this more for those certain girls to whom I am especially inclined. What can I say, I'm a chump and a half?) Continuing off some past post, this might help to explain why I do not get along or stand well people whom I find to be insincere in their intentions. I simply believe there is no reason to be so, as even if someone is as such to gain some advantage, wouldn't it be better to gain that advantage in a good sense? I don't actually believe it is always or by a rule of thumb harder to simply be sincere in all your actions that further your own life. This can get into a grey area unfortunately - what is considered sincere and insincere, and moreover how does that relate to doing good or bad?

I generally view this as being sincere/insincere and being good/bad are mutually exclusive, and are only seen to relate to each other through coincidence. Obviously, we like to believe that someone who is sincere in all their actions will act nicely and in a good sense, but people can be very sincere about doing very bad acts. This makes judging people's *actions* near impossible, as only the intent behind it matters in an ethical/moral sense. You can save the whole world, but if you did it to gain control of the world, well, that's not a very good thing. Some may say the end justifies the means, but I think that's a cop out that allows for some incredibly scary actions (basically free license to do whatever you want, as long as good comes out of it). Is any amount of good ever worth doing evil? Can you murder one person in order to save all the rest? Practically and logically, it's no contest - the answer is yes. But ethically and morally, you can't justify the murder of one for any cause whatsoever (this I assume is my personal stance, I don't think it's inarguable, this may have much to do with my "nice-guy" mentality.

Most people don't know my stances and beliefs on much of anything, because I never really offer them freely. I don't like arguing with people over things that matter to me, because it absolutely tears my "soul" to pieces in a searing fire to have people talk about how little life means to them. When it comes to this matter, I'm simply irreconcilable, and I will not give ground to anyone - life is important, more so than all the petty matters you can throw at me combined. With this information, I assume you can make some accurate estimates about my stance on some "issues" as people like to call them, but I won't explicitly state them now, I have no need or desire. I think one of my ultimate goals in life is to find someone who cares as much about life as I do (not an easy task, I assure you!). I have some good feelings about a few people, but I'll never know until I ask and find out for sure (what a double entendre that was! Oh goodness, I give too much away to the world! I'm so subtle...)

So, does this make me less of the rock-like, razor-edged individual you thought I was? I only have a good idea, not a whole idea, of how most people view me (generally because I only tell people certain things and act in certain ways - this seems rather manipulative, but I'm not doing it out of malice. I simply don't want people to view me in ways I wouldn't view myself, which is strange, because I often say that I don't care how people think about me! This is getting paradoxical! But don't worry, it's not too bad. I don't care how people view me whom I do not care about, that's pretty much to what it boils down. Sometimes I care too much what a certain person *cough*I'm a chump*cough* thinks about me, but I tend to keep it in good moderation, right??? Probably not, I'm nuts). I think I'm just a little too nuts and I try too hard sometimes. But life wouldn't be any fun if I didn't go overboard every now and then! I just have to remember to bring it back to earth every now and again...

So, do I care what people think about me? No, I hate people judging me. I think not keeping an open-mind all the time is bad. (And I'm not perfect myself, but I give a lot of leeway to people..)

So, do I care what people think about me? Hell yes! I hate it when people hate me. If my friends don't like me, then wtf am I doing living amongst all the people of this world?

Okay, I'm deviating and regressing and progressing and transgressing (not really, but it's a fun word!). So, to sum it up....

Birds of Shame, Banana Cream Pie, Judging - Bad, Life - Good, Chump Change/<3 Sick Puppy, Weezer (My Best Friend - GREAT song), It's fudging dark in here, Purring (I'm so tacky), Classes, Homework, Adonai/Jesus/YHWH, etc, etc, etc...

Erm, good night! You're my beeeessstt friend, and I looooovvvveeee youuuu. Yes I do. OAO

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Tuesday

So today is Tuesday, the easiest day of my school week. I just have one class: Physics Discussion from 1430 to 1520. This is pretty much the bane of my existence. Last semester we had the same idea once a week, except we did many challenging problems where the professor expected us to know our stuff. This year we go through an average of 4-5 problems per discussion, and the problems are considerably easy. I understand that some people may need help with some of these problems, but honestly, the easiest problem on the homework assignment is about equivalent to the hardest problem during these discussions. It wouldn't even be terrible if the professor spoke to us like we were intelligent, but the way she words things and the questions she asks makes me feel just a tad like a five year old. As boy Sam said: "This [is] an insult to my intelligence." (No disrespect, the professor seems nice enough, but come on...)

But it ended, so it's alright. After getting back, it was time for Linear Algebra homework! I completed that in around 2 hours, not too many issues there. Then dinner happened. Pretty standard - chicken, some kind of ricey thing, cookies, grape/apple juice. My stomach was a little upset and I was feeling a little down, which was weird because I had just finished Linear homework! So I investigated and realized it wasn't Physics Discussion reoccuring in my memory (oh the horror!), it was just the last week or so being played back. Remembering things almost always allows me to dredge up something bad or become disappointed over some minor detail that's happening around me (I've had considerable training around this phenomenon before, and it has stuck around). But oh well, nothing noteworthy. I'm pumping myself up with some Weezer right now, so things are looking on the upside. I only have the second half of Mark, then a good deal of Biblical Hebrew homework left (looking forward to this).

Sometimes I feel like I'm excessively harsh or critical of other people, but honestly I feel like I'm just a little stricter than most. Most people will put up with douche-baggery and general asshats. I don't. I like being an accepting and nice person, but it really gets at me when people act insincerely and hostilely. (This is not the reason why I was upset at dinner, merely a side occurence, go figure) Ah well, I haven't had to fight anyone yet, no reason to start now. I think I've just been in an ornery mood this week. Ah well, I can always just hope someone nice knocks on my door randomly and gives me a genuine occasion to smile out of the ordinary. I think random acts of kindness are some of the most beautiful things in the world.

Alrighty, back to the grind.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Pink Slippers!

So yeah, I have pink fuzzy slippers. A lot of them. I've gotten them consistently for the past few years from my mom for Christmas (<3 you mom!), and I wear them whenever I'm not wearing shoes. Is this just for fashion? Do I have some secret story secluded somewhere? Do I know the answers to the universe? No, probably not. I just like pink, fuzzy slippers. They're fun. Sometimes people judge me negatively for them, think I'm gay, all that jazz. It's cool, people are always free to think what they want of me, it doesn't bother me as deeply as some people might imagine. Basically - I'm weird, and that's an important thing to know. I don't exactly know why, but I don't think it really matters. I think it just makes me all the more charming! =)

But I feel compelled to state this here, as I've never stated it anywhere or to anyone before. I don't tell people how smart I am, I don't allude to it, I don't act to show my level of intelligence, I don't live up or down to some intellectual standard, and I don't try to impress people with my knowledge or reasoning skills. It's a simple fact: I don't know how smart I am, or even a good estimate. The best I have is that I'm probably smarter than your average bear, but I couldn't really prove that, and I don't ever care to do so. I don't have a means by which to compare myself that gives me any satisfaction whatsoever, so I place no value in knowing (some people say IQ tests tell you, but how much do they really tell you? Take one, and then practice doing problems similar to the ones you saw, and then take another. Did it go up?). Some people might say that's not being intellectually responsible for a man of education (even said as "higher education"), but I think that's absurd and a way for "smart" people to plug their own intelligences and feel good about themselves. Like I states before, I'm not arrogant, and I want no place in arrogance.

I've long struggled with the idea of my own intelligence, and if I should care or not about it. By others' words, I've come to some conclusions. It appears I have an easier time getting good grades in classes with the same amount of "effort" put into it. There are a few possible explanations for this. One is simply that I care more about classes I do well in - this is true. I love to learn and doing work for a class is one way I can learn and solidify that learned knowledge in my long term memory. Another reason is that I'm more naturally tuned to being receptive of class-related knowledge. Classes are usually all taught similarly with an emphasis on memorization and using connections to strengthen the memories you intake. I seem comparably "good" at memorizing things, such as song lyrics, numbers, names, faces, etc. This is only from my experiences with others telling me their own difficulties in such areas. I'm sure there are those who have better memories than me, so they should be able to exceed me in memory-related work. Is this the case? I unfortunately have little experience of this, as I have not actively sought out people with good memory and asked them for their grades.

Another potential reason is that I am more focused on the work I do than those who get worse grades. I think this is directly related to having a desire to learn the material with which you are working - if you don't like something, how motivated are you to learn it? I believe my natural motivation in my love of learning new things gives me another perceived "edge" in grades. By this logic, it would be easy for anyone to out-score me in subjects they really enjoy, or at least do comparably well, which I find more often than not is the case! This seems to be progress! But is this enough to show that I'm not smarter than everyone else?

The next thing I'd like to look at is the effort put in to getting good grades. And this here is the real killer - almost everything relies on it, and this is a very natural idea. The heart of it is: the harder one works at something, the more comparably well they'll do on it versus anyone else. I will admit that while I may have worked for less total time (still up for debate) on school related matters to get good grades, I put in considerable effort to get good grades when I wanted them. This is why I am of the firm belief that (at least up through high school and seemingly now the beginning of college) almost anyone can get any grades they want, be them good, bad, amazing or terrible. Now what does this say about my intelligence? Well, not too much. It says that I may or may not be smarter than any of my former classmates, but that I put in more effort than most of them. Unfortunately, I can not know for certain how much effort any chosen student at random put in, so I don't actually know how I compare. I assume (with some degree of confidence), that I at least put in more than the *average* student, so that means my base grade level should be above average. It was well above average, among the highest, but without knowing my true comparable effort level, we can't make further conclusions about my intelligence based on grades.

So grades are out, they don't really tell that much about a person except how much effort they were willing to put in to get those grades (some people will argue this more, but to me it's a safe assumption, as to some extent, even a genius can't get A's without actually *doing* the work and taking tests, no matter how easy they may be to him/her). What else can I look at to find out how smart I am? Well, there are many things, and I'm not sure how many I can get through or even think of right now, but I'll try to go over some relevant ones, or at least those that come to mind.

Social interactions! What a good way to tell how smart someone is. Someone can't be an idiot and be charming, can they? (Am I charming? That's a *bit* of a stretch...) Unfortunately I believe that this area only has limited amounts to say about someone's "intelligence." (I should probably give a clear definition of intelligence at some point, but I think anyone who reads this gets the idea - just a general/overarching definition of intelligence will suffice)

Okay, so, social interactions. Someone who is dumb naturally will be clueless and not interact well with people, right? Not necessarily. While it may be true that an unintelligent person may be more prone to say the wrong thing or act "like an idiot," absolutely anyone can say the wrong thing to someone by "reading" him/her incorrectly. This is a fairly tried and tested truth of human kind - it appears in almost every TV show, book, song (less so, but it still stands), etc of pop culture and even classical culture. It seems an unrelenting problem of mankind that we simply don't understand other people as perfectly as we'd like. I feel like this mainly has to do with personal experiences and interpretation/learning from those experiences, and even as basic as differing personalities.

It's hard to relate to someone who has gone through something radically different than we ever have (in fact, it's near impossible). One usually relates through similar emotional feelings - anguish, depression, elation, humility, embarrassment (like I just felt, never knew there were two r's in embarrassment!), etc. While these emotions are universe, people interpret and feel things differently by the fact that people are simply not all uniform. We vary in every way, and especially when it comes to life experiences. No two lives even have *similar* life experiences, AT BEST. If you lived with someone your whole life and constantly did everything together, your actual experiences and interpretations of them would be so radically different it's amazing people could compare them at all. But luckily, we can through analogy and relations.

We obviously have not experienced a particular death of a particular relative, but we probably have experiences A death of A relative, so we can relate through analogy. We assume people feel similarly about similar events and happenings, which isn't a bad assumption, because we all make it. However, it can lead to some disappointing results. People are naturally different from each other in many ways (usually we lump them all together under the title of personality), so people will naturally draw different conclusions from similar or exactly the same events (and feelings, etc). Thus, when we assume we know how someone feels due to certain stimuli, we can easily be wrong, and not just a little wrong (as is probably usually the case), we can be *very* wrong.

This all comes together to basically show that just because someone has bad interpretations of how someone is feeling or what would be a good thing to say, that person isn't necessarily unintelligent (even the most egregious errors can be made by the most intelligent of people, so comfort yourself if you've ever made a fool of yourself). This means that someone who IS good at reading people and saying the right thing may just have had similar experiences, interprets things in the right way, is lucky, or may actually know their stuff. With such an array of options, it would be necessary to specify *how often* someone gets it right or knows what to say. If they always seem to know what to say or do, with many different people, there may be some credit to their intelligence (it seems that probability would limit them always being right, but don't forget, it still IS possible for someone unintelligent to always get it right. Fun, eh?) But, aside from crazy chance, we can safely assume that someone who always knows the right thing to say is smart, right?

Unfortunately we can't say that yet (you're pissed now, aren't you?). There are many books, guides, general knowledge, info, etc that one can find anywhere to help aid them to understanding the signs and emotions of others and what to say/how to act/what to cook them for dinner. These info manuals have accumulated and tried/tested knowledge from many different people/sources to allow any individual to deal with a wide variety of situations, should they so choose to read this. Okay, so now anyone (for convenience we'll say anyone) can be good at speaking and be all charming and suave and persuasive. Great. What does this leave us?

Well for one, it is negatively stigmatized in our society to seek out info like that (some people would say it's "creepy"), so this would probably be in the minority of cases, or at the very least not the majority (although we can't rule that out, only a "safe" assumption). Also, it is important to note that anyone who is *concerned* with their appearance as intelligent or charming/suave would know not to say anything when they don't know the right thing to say, and take educated risks to almost always come out on top. This does not seem like a ridiculous thing to do, as people obviously don't want to be ridiculed for being an idiot or fool, so most people would do this to some degree, but I believe most people would not take it all the way as to make themselves the ultimate melters of hearts. So, we still have a tiny hope that this can tell us something about how intelligent someone is.

Alright, so now how does this part relate to me? Well, we have that I get good grades, so this may show that I'm above average in intelligence. And I'll say that I'm at least decent (hard to judge, but I'm trying hard here!) at knowing what to say/what to do in certain situations. And luckily for this conversation I usually don't restrain myself from sounding like an idiot as I honestly like to help people to the best of my abilities. I will note here that I don't actively give out information or advice as not to sound arrogant (this may really limit me sometimes), as I HATE sounding arrogant that much. This means I may choose my words more carefully than the average person, but again, only a safe assumption.

Okay, so with this thus far I have an accumulated intelligence level of (anticipation is killing me right now!): slightly above average, at best. How exciting. Now you see why I hate it when people tell me I'm arrogant, I've gone to good lengths to describe how smart I am, and I don't even come out on top! Sometimes I amaze myself. (Some cynical people here can note that I may be using reverse psychology to trick you and maybe even myself, but I doubt that ;))

Alright, what else is there to look at? I'm sure there are quite a few things, and I'd appreciate suggestions for future investigations! Right now I'm trying hard and not much is coming to mind. I could talk about my linguistic abilities, my writing abilities, my critical reading abilities, etc but it all seems to relate to the general topic of school work, and most of it is subjective anyways (anyone can construct essays, poems, short stories, literature, and it's all subjective whether or not it's good, great, terrible, bad, etc. Try finding a list agreed upon by everyone what the top 100 books/movies/songs/etc in the world are, and you'll understand.

Okay, so, at my current state I stand at best slightly abover average intelligence. Not a bad place to stand, I say. I hope to revisit this topic often, as it really interests me, being a part of me, I guess. I think quite a few people will be surprised to read this, and tell me I'm severely underestimating myself, but am I being so unreasonable? I'm trying to get at the idea that intelligence is just a flimsy idea at best, and relies mostly on perception/reputation of individuals. It has a lot to do with my stance on judgements/open-mindedness/etc. I just don't like people judging other people on what I believe to be superficial things. I care a lot about ethics/morals/being a good person. So to me, it's easy to be intelligent if you believe in doing what you think is good, and accomplishing it through good means (it's all subjective of course, but it's the INTENT that's really important here).

Alrighty, until next time (which probably won't be until tomorrow, thankfully), have a good time and stay safe. Consider what intelligence means, maybe. Up to you. (I've done my part so far!)

Wow, pink (Classes too)

Okay, I just realized how pink this thing is. I'm so sorry. And I'm even more sorry for you that I'm keeping it. Oh well, life sucks, right?

I figured I might as well talk about the current investment of my life's time at this moment: classes! I'm a second semester (or third if you really like, but JanPlan doesn't *really* count) freshman at Colby College way up in moose-land, Maine. First semester I took four classes because everyone told me not to take five (Physics - Mechanics, Honors Calc I, Intro to Old Testament, and Philosophy - Nature and God). Then they told me again. Unfortunately for me, I listened to them, and had next to no homework most of the time, and just generally hung out and relaxed. Not bad for a first semester of getting acclimated to college, but honestly, I'm at college to learn more than I've ever learned before, and to learn it well. If I'm not trying my hardest all the time, I'm missing something I shouldn't be.

Anyways, this semester I went against the grain, slapped on an independent study of Biblical Hebrew (more on that later), and I'm up to five! The new four are H Calc II, Linear Algebra, Intro to New Testament, and Physics - Electromagnetism and Optics. This semester has so far proven to be quite fruitful in the work department, netting me hours of glorious homework each night! I will have to see if this is too tiring to continue upping it next semester, as I plan to take Russian then (what's a whole new alphabet when I've already learned three?). Oh well, my possible majors of religion/math/physics are all vying for time, so time will tell how things go. Biblical Hebrew right now is making me work harder because I'm making it hard for myself - I'm learning to write with my left hand solely because those who wrote it originally wrote left handed! I know, I'm a purist, I'm eccentric, I'm a masochist, I'm insane, etc. Other than that, the work for my classes isn't too intense, but is very challenging. It's got me going to bed earlier and doing work not at the very last minute (good, eh?).

I guess that's all there is to say about classes at this moment, other than my sheer, raw ambition will drive me through walls before it stops! Not necessarily a bad thing, but we'll see.

Mission: Start

Hi hi hi there!

I'm starting a real web log now of my events because my sister tells me people want to know things about me, and I guess I'm just not good enough at keeping people informed (at least back at home!). So that being the case, I'm going to update this basically with my day to day thoughts, what happens to me, how things are going and anything else really that I feel like at the time (maybe poetry and short stories??? Ooooohhhh exciting!). My old "blog" was basically a place to put "literature" I had written, and I never wrote directly about myself, so this is a fresh start on a new idea for me.

The real reason I've never had a blog before (besides thinking that my thoughts weren't very interesting to anyone but me) is that it becomes way too easy for people to interpret personal thoughts and feelings as one being arrogant, and that probably annoys me more than anything else in this world. *I am a very humble person, so if you get the impression that I mean that I'm better than someone else, that impression is wrong! It's that simple, I used to be a very confidenceless and self-loathing teenager, so now that I actually have some self-confidence I'm very proud of that fact. So please, I mean no harm if I come across in huge waves of hubris. I hope it doesn't happen.*

Now to move away from such drab negativity, I hope anyone who does read this finds out a little something more about me (if they want to), or at the very least is entertained in some way by anything I have to say. I can't promise anything amazing, but I'll try my best! Now, is that a cop out or a real assessment?