CHILDHOOD 

I was born in 1979 in a Mumford, NY, USA. I don't remember much up until I was about 10, which leads me to believe my memory was wiped as part of some huge conspiracy to hide all the things the government forced me to do within that time. 

LIFE 

Ok, so I didn't tell too much about my childhood. Don't worry, I only partially believe all that about the brainwashing. I just skipped over it because it's boring. I mean, hey, who really wants to hear about what I was doing in second grade anyway? It would be long and boring to read, and also to write. Also, since I am paranoid, I'm not gonna give out a lot of info on the internet. So basically the point of this section of my website in to provide some insight into my life. That’s all. 

Actually, I do remember meeting one of my friends in kindergarten. Just to get the story straight, I tried to borrow some blocks that he was playing with, he got all pissed at me and kicked me or something like that. We hated each other for a while. Come to think about it, I met the third member of our (in?)famous trio in like 7th grade and we hated each other too. Funny how stuff works out isn't it? 

High school was pretty mundane. Sure, I had a lot of fun, and that's what I'll remember more than anything when I look back on it. My two friends and I established ourselves as a strong, Sienfeld-like trio. More on this later.... A trip to Europe was the fork in the road for me, and I ended up choosing a path that led me in a good, socially healthy direction, rather than down the path to social freak-dom that another person chose. One thing I actually enjoyed in high school was the cliques. From what I have heard, most people really looked forward to college because that meant the cliques were no more. My high school only had 3 main cliques, and there was mainly just friendly rivalry between them. I guess we were really fortunate, because in talking to people at college, I found out that most of their high school cliques hated each other. Mainly the point of out social groups became to decide the teams in gym class. We put forth so much effort in gym class that it was hilarious. One student was impaled on a large piece of the bleachers and tried to play on, but then had to go to the hospital. This earned him the respect of the entire class. 

I'm not getting nostalgic here. Like I said, high school was fun, but it also had its share of bad occurrences. My trio pretty much made it through without getting in too much trouble, except for one of us, who couldn't control his slandering and as punishment was not allowed to graduate with his class. But I was reassured by the fact that my school had its priorities straight, as it demonstrated by allowing the kids who ripped the lockers from the wall on the last day to graduate, as well as the kid who started riots by beating the crap out of a much smaller kid using a chain. 

Now I'm entering my second year of college. It is very different from high school. The biggest difference is that I need to put forth effort. A lot of effort. Just to get by. I actually find myself wishing that high school woulda been harder because when I got to college I realized that I didn't even know how to study. This was a major problem for me. Another thing about college... professors never learn your name. Unless you're the annoying kid that seems to flaunt that he could be teaching the class. You know, the kind you just wanna beat up but social rules prevent it. Not a big deal to me though. I always hated participating in class. So I'm content just to sit in the corner and try to soak up as much stuff as I can. 

I also learned that living with a roommate isn't my cup of tea. I'm a pretty solitary person (thus the nick Solo, although most people associate it at first with Han Solo, then some do again because of my arrogance that at times mirrors that character), and me and a roommate kinda clash. I don't know why. Well actually I do. Basically every aspect of my personality goes against making for a happy roommate. I went through two roommates freshman year, plus a friend who refused to move in with me because he knew we would just end up hating each other, and he was probably right. One roommate was pretty cool, and there was that feeling of almost being a team there, which is a very good thing. He moved on to better things. The other roommate was not good. And that's all I have to say about that. This year I'm living with a friend in an apartment, where will have our own rooms. This should make things much better. 

All in all, I like college. I made a lot of friends... More importantly I made the right friends, for which I was very fortunate. I fell in love (awwwww....). And I got by. And when I came home, I was very fortunate to have my inner circle of friends, actually inner triangle, to come back too. Most people were dreading coming home for summer because their friends weren't their friends anymore. And for me to have two good friends to look forward to hanging out with, I consider myself very fortunate. 

Another of the more unique aspects of our trio is our outgoing nature. We are totally uninhibited, and thus say anything that comes into our heads. I think one time I thought something I didn't end up saying, but I think I was suffering from heat stroke or something. Sure this sometimes puts in hot water, or gives someone a good taste of their foot, but that’s ok. If someone doesn't like the way we are, then they don't have to hang out with us. On a totally unrelated note, I hate how just about anyone we were friends with in high school now hates us, or at least they don't wanna hang out with us anymore. But lets stick to the subject. Our outgoing nature stems from something psychology calls the "center of attention complex." There is no official name for this phenomena, but when more of the world is exposed to us, eventually some shrink will decide that that's our problem, charge us hundreds of dollars so we can have the privilege of conversing with him, and give it a more confusing name than "center of attention complex." Anyway, our condition is very simple... when in a social situation, each one of us feels the need to be the center of attention. Personally, I'm just a lot more comfortable in a situation where I can make the people I'm with laugh. I think that's Nick and Rob's goal too. It usually works pretty well. But then there are very rare times when everyone in the room just kinda stares in disbelief. Since these times occur when we make a first impression, like the first time they visited me at RIT, for example, I think the reason that everyone else is stunned is simple. They don't know us, so when they meet us, they are absolutely dumbfounded that human beings can increase the level of fun, or fun level, in the room as much as we can. 

That's a good word. Fun, I mean. A lot of people do things because they will look good, or because they will make money, or because it will save a life. We don't care so much about these motives. We do things because we want to have fun. Sure, it may sound stupid or immature. Ok, so maybe it makes us less cool than all those people who would go out and get wasted on weekends. Our parties were very unique simply because we didn't resort to alcohol for fun. People found it strange that rather than drinking we would just go out walking or swimming or just lay down on a trampoline or Nick's roof and look at the stars. But everyone always had fun. Except for that one party where a whole bunch of people mysteriously disappeared. That one was only fun for the people who were still at the party. But that makes sense, when you think about it. I mean, If I were to disappear never to be seen again, I think I would have less fun than the people at my party of fun. 

One thing about fun though... there are people out there who do bad things to the fun level. These are the people who enter the room and their mere presence makes it less fun. They suck the fun from everything. Strangely enough these are also the people who live in slanting houses, who would yell fire in a crowded movie theater, or run for governor. Everyone knows people like this. We knew plenty. The real problem with them, is that you can't tell these people how you feel about them. If you did that, then they wouldn't hang around with you anymore, then who would be the target for all the inside jokes and all the darts? 

• Nick and me 
• Brad, Rob, and Nick 
• When I went skydiving with my dad 
• Cleaning fun 
• My brother beating me up
• Me being dumb with seafood 
• Me & Jas