Here's a little story.

Disclaimer: This purpose of this is similar to that of most of the trash you can find on daytime television. It's not necessarily entertaining, but it's good for the self esteem to hear about the misfortunes of others.

So, I have wanted to get this down in writing. But I wanted to do it somewhere that no one would ever read it. So I thought to myself "Where can i write to my hearts desire and not a live soul will ever see it?". The answer: a blog!!!
I am dedicating this to my only constant companion(s) over the years: Spam Bots
If it weren't for them, maybe there would be humans to talk to.

Anyway, I figure I'll start a little less than 4 years ago. I still lived here in Texas (where I am now) and all was well. I was still just a lame assed geek (not that I'm much better off now, but still better then). At least I still had a good paying job, friends, and things to do. But as it has happened time and time before, I was forced to move away. I considered staying here, (something I really should have considered more) but as I had done in the past a dozen times now, I followed my family to Pennsylvania. There I continued to deliver pizzas (hey, it paid well, not as well as it did in Texas, but better than nothing) and I was going to college. Spent most of my pathetic spare time on-line in chat rooms and watching [adult swim]. Not a bad way to go, [adult swim] is some damn good entertainment.
I sucked it up on the "Compass Test" entering college, since it had been nearly 3 years since I had used my brain, but once I was back in the class room it all came back to me and I aced all of it. This was when the real life changing shit kicked in. Some recruiters from the Walt Disney World College Program (damn mouthful) stopped by my school. They suckered me in with the glitz and glamour of being a Disney employee and what else could i do but go? Seemed like one of those once in a life time kind of things. Supposedly the internship would count towards college credits, but i defy you to find anyone who this worked out for.
Yeah, I know, there is a lot of pointless detail to this, just thank me there isn't as much as there could be. We're talking about 4 years here, this isn't a one paragraph kind of thing. Ungrateful bastards!
My program began January 19th of 2004, for the first time I pack all of my junk into my truck and headed out on my own. Driving down I-95 is real nice, especially with the ocean feel in the air. Would have been nice to have stayed near the ocean, damn I-4 had to take me to the middle of the damn state. Though Florida was nice, in fact if there was anywhere else I would like to live, it would be there. But, if I had never lived there to begin with, I would be far better off now. Much better. Well, this is going to take some time. I'm going to leave it off here before I start the program and pick it up the next time I am this incredibly bored again.