Beau

You Are Awesome!
The Inspirer
You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority and rules.
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!
In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart.
You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. And you do break a lot of hearts.
At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do.
You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.
How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding
When other people don't get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused Are You as Awesome as Me? Click Here to Find Out You're Not!.....I am either a genius or a lunatic. A poet or a vandal. A lover or a killer. A saint or a demon. A schizophrenic or he is. Ever since I was a little boy, I felt that I would accomplish something great. I didn't know how to explain it but it just felt something else was there. Whether that is true or not, only time will tell... but one thing I do know is that it is a miracle I'm even alive today. The first words I heard my dear sweet mother say were, "What's wrong with him?" I came into this world bloody and searching for adventure. And this is what I found thus far... I was born in Minot, North Dakota on September 7th, 1984. The two-hour drive is pleasant with obscure little towns dotted along the highway. My parents joked as they rushed to the hospital that if I were born on the way, they'd just name me after the previous town they had passed through. Considering their options were Ray, Stanley, and Ross, I'm pretty happy they made it before I escaped her wretched womb. I lived in the small, quaint village known as Williston, North Dakota, moving only twice in 18 years. My memories of my first house are fairly sureal but I know I had a good childhood. Blowing up frogs and running away were my specialities. My parents countered my unusual wildness by tying me to the large oak tree in front of the house and by putting me on a leash whenever we went anywhere in public. I'm sure they loved me... it just didn't appear that way to the casual bystander. We moved when I was four. Most of my childhood can be accounted for by the walls of that house. Memories of chasing my screaming older brother and sister down the hallways with poop in my hands was a constant theme when my parents went out on dates. My parents would come home to smeared walls leading to a locked closet with my shaking and cuddling brother and sister inside. Of course I'd be sitting on the couch enjoying yet another riveting episode of my favorite cartoon- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I grew up, though... well at least my body did. Puberty. One night I went to bed talking like Michael Jackson. The next morning I was all that was man...enough said about that. Highschool was a blur. I went to Trinity Christian School from 7th to 12th grade. It was a great time being that I had my best friends and cousins in my class. I guess at any other school I could be classified as a jock but I think I was much more than that. I loved basketball but music was and has always been my passion. I was put in piano lessons when I was four years old and played that until the Beatles inspired me to pick up the guitar when I was 16. I had one girlfriend in highschool and she is still a great friend today. I had been planning on going to MSU in Bozeman, Mt since I was a sophmore in high school but then either the paint chips that I ate when I was a kid kicked in or I went crazy and decided to go to the United Statest Military Academy at West Point, NY. I was not the military type and my apathy showed...especially the first year I was there. I had no personality due to the constant harrassing and hazing I would get from the upperclassmen. They didn't care too much for my careless approach to the army lifestyle and I retreated into my room for two years where the only thing that kept me sane was my guitar which I played relentlessly. After the first year of that bullshit, things began to come around. As I made the leap into my second year at the academy, I soon realized that I might possibly be able to accept my militaristic fate and began to make some lifelong friends. I actually enjoyed that side of the military, but everything else was about as cool as having AIDs. After two years passed, the time to make the the biggest decision of my life came to a harsh realization. Could I spend the next 10 years of my life in the bondage of the army or would I control my own destiny? Actually, it was neither. I realized my life was at the mercy of God's hands... all I had to do was realize it would be okay either way. I couldn't stay. I am too free spirited to be locked up in a cage and ordered to kill or be killed at a moment's notice. It's just not me. So this brings you up to my life in the past 16 months. I finally fullfilled my original plans and moved out to Bozeman, MT where I will be free to plan my own life... and today is a new day...