(I wanted to put this in my "Occupation" field, but Myspace only alots 50 characters there, So I guess I'll put this here instead) I wrote a sitcom about a Valet, starring Kelsey Grammar, and I'm currently busy trying to get the wheels in motion with that. (The following is my about me write up; it's kind of old and I'm not all into and crazy about it, that isn't to say I was crazy and into at one, its just I think it's kind of suck like and it's just old,.. old that's all:)
i once broke a windshield on my parents car, when i was 9..about. i was with a friend in the backyard and threw a rock from far away over our garage, and it hit there on accident. when they asked me if i did it, i said no, i didnt know anything.
again when i was about 13 .. which between 9-13 seems like 12 years but anyways.. i broke the windshield on our conversion van.. playing golf... i was with my dad and brother at a real golf course, last hole.. i hit the ball way left and into the parking lot, out of all cars in the parking lot , it hit our van.
when i was 14 my friend and i.. well mainly i, tried to break into an abandoned dutch themed restaurant, we hung out there regularly behind it, sitting on a discarded mini van bench seat, sipping on surge and listening to cassette tapes. one day i brought a pocket full of tools to try to jimmy a side door open, i didnt even think of it as a break in type illegal thing till the cops were frisking us
in my high school yearbook, senior year, im pictured in the lunchroom and quoted as saying, "i wish the teachers would eat lunch with us, i want to make friends with them and show them my toolbox"
when i was 18, my mom and dad went on a 4 day trip to the central california coast.. we were visiting my brother, some very nice pleasant memories were made there. i was unaware of the beauty of the area, the coast, and unprepared for it. for the trip i bought a battery operated drum machine, which i planned to return, upon return and did (i dont do that kind of thing anymore) i had fun with it, we had a fullfilling relationship over that week or so, it had something to do with the joy of the trip. but those dunes on a gray day walking with a drum machine which you are getting along with and moms there, it was childhoodesque.
I have forklift experience, not like on the kind everyone is familiar with.. that is like the kind of ideal of what a forklift is.. um one that, i had my own at this hell hole momma through friday how much longer to the weekend where i dont do anything anyways and sunday is spent going oh shit fuck got a wake early tommorow for a whole work week ahead, i hate my job kind of job.. it was like a big tall forklift that you stood up in.
i do things.. i spend a lot of time at google image search , so much so that i think of it almost as kind of a hobby one could have. i'm not usually searching for anything in particular, just thinking up and typing in things into the search that i think could think could yield potentially rewarding results. i type in things like "ostrich attack baby" (..which didnt return anything useful by the way just to save yourself the trip) ..but im usually not so creative or epiphany cool like with my search entries , as is with in the case of typing in ostrich attack baby.
I live in a suburb right by a library.
i'm appreciative, honest, loyal, open minded, shy, weird, nerdy, peace seeking, awkward, humorous, compassionate, a good listener, creative, and playful.
