I really have no idea how to describe myself. I'm a very shy guy, and I don't say very much. This has the unfortunate effect of making me seem like I'm sad or depressed all the time, which is far from the truth. I honestly just don't have all that much to say unless the discussion delves into philosophy or political issues. I really do love a good argument.

I used to play baseball, and imagine I'd still enjoy it, if I'd ever get the opportunity to play again. I was ever only decent, so don't expect to see me on the school team, but I never really played to be competitive in the first place. As a first baseman, my only concern for the vast majority of the game was making sure that any baseballs going in my direction were either caught or otherwise stopped, so I only ever really saw it as myself against the chaos of the game, and not necessarily the other team.

I'm vaguely interested in drawing and creative writing, though I can never seem to motivate myself to do either. I'm a good writer, but a terrible storyteller, and I have all the artistic skills of somebody who really only drew little patterns on his schoolwork all through high school.

My only real "passion", if you could call it that, is video games. I play video games all the time. I wouldn't exactly call it an addiction, but it's pretty much an addiction. I love video games of every type of every genre, online or offline, old or new. In direct contrast to my view of baseball, I get highly competitive in a virtual environments, and love nothing more than the thrill of narrowly outsmarting your opponent for the win.

I'm a freshman at the wonderful New Mexico State University, majoring in the mystifying field known as Undeclared. Mostly I'm still just thinking about it, or pretending I'm thinking about it, or putting off pretending to think about it, but the point is that I'll pick something eventually. If that fails, I'll just grab an English degree so that I'll have some paper to burn so that I can heat my cardboard box when I'm jobless in a back alley because I got an English degree.

Forgetting stuff. Man, if you ever want to forget about something, just tell me to remember it for you, and all your troubles will fade. Actually, I'm pretty good at remembering things at the exact moment when they'd cause the most stress. Oh yeah, I've got a seven page essay due on Wednesday. Wait, it is Wednesday. And I have that class in two hours.

Those are the best days ever.

Although to be more optimistic, I'd say that I do have a knack for English and, specifically, grammar. I damn near scored a perfect grade on the English portion of the ACT, and it's definitely one of the few things I'm proud of.

I can put both my legs behind my head fairly easily.

You've made it this far. All that effort reading all that nonsense, gone to waste if you don't send me a message. Don't be wasteful, now!