Life, the Universe, and Everything.

Today, I took a walk. I wondered silently to myself, "How am I?". This blog post may or may not answer that, but it may help.

To begin, yes, that is a Douglas Adams reference. I figure, hey, how can I make my writing look instantly attractive and enticing? Why, build off the success of someone infinitely more awesome than I! Of course, being more awesome than me isn't saying much. Kind of like saying that you're taller than a two-year-old when you play in the NBA. Of course, I digress.

You may have realized by now that I sometimes don't think too highly of myself. You may see this as a sign of bigger issues, or of my needing some mental help. To be honest, I hope it isn't. I'm not trying to be negative, or depressive; I'm just trying to be honest. Which is why I express incredulity at being called cute, or funny, or awesome. It's because I don't think that those things are true about myself. Thankfully, I've found a way to compensate for my lack of awesomeness, cuteness, intelligence, wit, etc. I surround myself with awesome, smart, and witty people. Some of whom happen to be quite adorable/cute (You know which ones you are.) In fact, if you're reading this, you're probably one of those people. Smart, witty, etc. that is. You may be one of the cute ones, too. Again, digressing here. (I do that a lot.)

Three paragraphs into my first post, and I haven't even started talking about what I originally set out to: my life. Unless you count my opinion of myself as part of my life. And now I may just be wasting space. So, before you lose interest, let me talk about myself. If you're still interested, this should do the trick and convince you otherwise.

Anyway, I was not born in a log cabin; like countless others, I was born in a hospital. I entered my "dinosaur phase" early, and am yet to leave it. Which links into a vital experience of my life: CTY '07. It's the summer after 8th grade, and when it began I was quite angsty. I was leaving behind the people who had basically made up the entirety of my friends for the past four years, and entering a whole new world, High School. Of course, then I got to CTY. Saying that it was awesome and life changing would be an enormous understatement. I came out of it a much different person. Oh, also, I became the worst kind of liberal for a little while. (Many, if not most, liberals are genuinely good people. Just sayin'.) Specifically, the kind who looks at conservatives as all being worthless wastes of air, and who isn't for gay marriage. (Now, as a moderate, I realize that both sides have their points on different issues. Except for gay marriage. There isn't anything correct/logical on the side against it. All the arguments against it suck. (I should probably get off of the political tangents now. Oh, and I probably shouldn't use nested parentheses.)). Anyway, after that, comes Freshman year. Oh man was that a year to remember. I made great friends, had some great experiences, and was generally somewhat happy. Then, comes the summer.

It's scary now to believe that I almost ended up at Siena, first session. I was originally going to go to Lancaster, first session, electrical engineering. Of course, because I didn't get my course selection in soon enough, by the time I was choosing, only Siena had electrical engineering open. My Mom was going to make me go there. Of course, I had my heart set on LAN. My mom was angry at this; I was choosing based on the people, instead of the course. When I was making the decision, I was insisting I was genuinely interested in the course, and wasn't just going to LAN for the people. Now, after meeting those people, my response would be "So what? I'm going for the people. Fine. I'll admit that. Maybe I'm valuing the people over the course. But, it's the people who make CTY great, not the course." Of course, I digress again.

So, LAN! OH MY LORD BEST ANYTHING EVER. I go, and it's not what I expected. It's so very very much more. It's love. Who can imagine anything like this? The people are awesome, the food less so, and I have a smashing good time. I meet a ton of awesome people, and if I met you at CTY and you got through this from Twitter, then you're most definitely one of them. In fact, if I met you at CTY, and you're reading this, you're one of them. I end up in complicated situations, but it's so worth it.

Anyway, we're progressively getting closer to the current day. School starts, and it's great. Well, as great as school can be. People are still good, most of the freshmen I meet are awesome (including a CTYer), and I end up with a Facebook. Which happens to be the reason this is being written. Thanks to Facebook, I have contact! Inspiration! Ability to attend...

REUS! Oh man, reus. I don't know what to even say about them. Looking forward to them has saved me from insanity many a tough right-before-vacation week. Of course, they're also why I'm occasionally a very sad person. But, overall, I'm glad I have them. Plus, I'm pretty sure that I can blame myself for all those bad times. And, isn't that what matters?

Anyway, that's more or less me. Pretty boring, but with one good skill: finding cool people to hang out with. If you feel that I've wasted your time in bringing you to this realization, that's my fault. So, overall, I'm...good. :D