Welcome to my new myspace page. I thought that I should have one with my blog's name since I have gotten so many adds on my personal profile.
And now..ABOUT ME HOMETOWN I’m originally from the place ironically called the sunshine state (Florida) where I resided until age sixteen or the end of my sophomore year when I was plucked from my cozy air conditioned sweat box and shipped out to the good ol’ PAye. (Sometimes I forget that I live in a place formally called Pennsylvania because everyone is too lazy and just calls it P.A.)TRANSPLANT So I moved to a small town America otherwise known as Whitehall, PA. - there I go again with the P.A. Whitehall is a place where perogies, Rita’s and ranch dressing are considered the staple foods and people don’t really leave the town after they graduate high school. They just kinda “chill.†But as much as I despised the way it looked like the hokey town in MTV’s Two a Days I still can’t get enough of the normalcy. So I decided to only attend school an hour and a half away even though I really didn’t have a choice.EDUMAKATION West Chester is where I went to college for my undergraduate degree, yes I said West Chester. Otherwise known as hmmm…I dunno… 'That Jackass town". And No, I don’t know BAM. After first day of orientation it was kinda like that feeling where you woke up next to some random person with your hair in a fro asking yourself “where am I and what did I do wrong†after drinking enough to kill an Irishman. It was like the “I should have done better in high school but I goofed off too much and now I have a big hangover called Beer Can College ONLY acceptance to deal with†hangover. So instead of trying to drown my hangover out with more alcohol and transfer from college to college until I reached a school where beer can on forehead crushing wasn’t a mating ritual, I worked my butt off and graduated in 2.5 years with almost a 4-OH. Now I am hoping that I can make amends for not knowing all the right moves when I was effing 14 years old high school freshman and hoping to go back to school some year and not have the Dub C as my last formal educational institution. And for those of you who didn’t get my hangover analogy, I’m not an alcoholic for the record.BACON FACTORY Right now I finished my renovating my home that at first seemed like the money pit. It's not really a money pit, just a large house that needed a lot of attention. So come July 2008 when capital gains tax doesn't threaten my wallet as hard I will be move to God knows where else. Don’t laugh though, there is still money to be made in the real estate market. I just haven't found any. So recently you might have seen me climbing my big orange ladder praying not to end up hanging from bedroom number three’s window ledge. I also enjoy listening to my eclectic taste in "wallpaper" music and picking up various freelance jobs to offset the monotony of my vanilla day job.I also have a little art shop on Etsy called "Project Blancoyd" which you can visit on www.Projectblancoyd.etsy.com and keep this highly amusing blog (www.projectblancoyd.com) filled with random pictures, reviews and interesting adventures.
