I was pressured into making a MySpace account by MySpace as a prerequisite to viewing other peoples profiles. Otherwise I'm not much for wasting my time or soliciting myself to the world. But I don't mind getting back in touch with people I used to know so if you remember me from somewhere feel free to say "hi."
Story of my life? Everybody has one... Honors student/Nerd through high school; Graduated top 5% of my class and had my choice of colleges. Chose to attend UCSB, a notorious party school. Two quarters into my academic career I was kicked out for my .4 GPA, the result of drinking too much and not attending class. At the end of the year I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes out of the blue and spent Christmas Eve in the hospital. Some time later I flipped my car while merging onto Pacific Highway probably because I was driving too fast. But I survived and got my first job @ Smart and Final: The Smaller, Faster Warehouse Store. Then I flipped another car, this time my mom's C70 Volvo with the top down going 70 mph down one of the steepest hills in San Diego. Despite rolling multiple times, in a convertible, I along with the two friends I had as passengers, all survived. This has lead me to the following conclusions: 1. I have a NEED for SPEED and/or was a bad driver and 2. I DO have a purpose, just have yet to figure out what. But that's all behind me now, and I am very grateful to be walking and talking as I continue on the road ahead...
SPAMMERS STOP SPAMMING ME WITH FRIEND REQUESTS!!
And if you think my page is GAY, keep it to yourself because frankly I just don't give a FUCK!
