Born and raised in Vallejo, California...a good sized city 'bout 20 miles or so north of San Francisco. I Lived there all my life until a few years ago when i moved to go to college at UC Santa Cruz home of the fighting banana slugs...where I am studying (or at least that's the general idea) Business Management Economics. Until very recently I was a computer science major. However, certain, uh. events made me realize how extremely boring and utterly complicated programming for the needs of other people was. So, In the middle of my sophomore year, I changed majors. Not exactly the smartest thing i've ever done, but Hell, all my comp classes count for my ne
w major. It ain't all bad. 

I'm now a third year student..(would call myself a junior, but technically i'm missing a *cough* few measly credits from a couple classes that i sortakinda didn't pass, sokay tho, I'll make em up one of these years. Up until last year I lived in a dorm on campus, Maxwell House to be exact (please no stupid coffee jokes, i've heard them ALL, thankuverymuch) I lived in a TeenyTiny room with my roommate Cindy, and uh, what can I say about her? Erm. Well, the good thing is we didn't kill eachother. We lived under some VERY loud people who i wanted to maim, kill, and destroy..*deep breath* but..i'm all better now. We called the proctors on their annoying asses and all was right with the world.
Anyways..We had a pet turtle, named Patton (because he looks like he has war wounds), but I call him Dumbass (self-explanitory), Bungie (he likes to propel himself off of the top of his cage, into his water dish, then flail about wildly trying to turn over..stupid turtle), or RoadKill (i 'accidently' ran him over with the door *whoops*) He's a 'free-range' turtle, meaning he gets to run around the room..it seems he has an affinity for sleeping in my dirty socks, and hiding under my bed near the heater. Of course, when I moved out, there was turtle shit ALL over the floor, especially under my bed. But since cleaning the floor wasn't my job, I didn't really mind. 

But NOW! I live in my very own apartment, which after almost 5 months of looking, is about as nice a place as I'm ever going to find. It's a garage. But a very tasteful garage. Well, it's green at any rate. Plus! There's a lemon tree in the front yard... was this place made for me or what?! 

<-------TV rots yer brain!!! :P

THIS is what I had written down about my job BEFORE I was 'laid off'.

"Here's another shocker for those of you who know/know of me, this summer I actually managed to get myself Employed!
I know, I know, it's hard to believe for me too. It's quite a spiffy job actually, I've even got a neat title. I work as a Drafting Technition for SCCI, Inc.. this telecommunications firm that develops shit like radio towers for cellular phones. The absolute best part about this whole thing is, I don't even have to come to work until 10:30 am. A far cry from my normal waking/functioning time, but a helluva lot better than waking up at 7, don't you think? Personally, I just think they don't want to see me in a Pissy mood that early in the morning. ;P"

This was all before that fateful day in December or January, (I'm unemployed now, I'm allowed to forget what month it is.) When I got 'laid off'. Do I feel resentment and anger towards Cellular ONE? No, not really. Although, I should warn you, they're ALL A BUNCH OF FUCKING DIPSHITS THAT WOULD LOOK A HELL OF A LOT BETTER AFTER I FINISHED BUSTING THE FUCK OUT OF THEIR KNEECAPS, ALSO THE SOAP THAT THEY HAD IN THE BATHROOM SMELLED LIKE SHIT. After saying this, I realize that future employers may think i'm just being a PissyMissy. This is not true. Oh no! Far from it, in fact. And, because I don't have to..I won't tell you why. :)

Of course, now that I am once again among the ranks of the unemployed it is my GOD* GIVEN RIGHT to do such things as:
 

Except maybe the TacoBell HotSauce part. Mmm..

I've never been convicted of a crime that has resulted in imprisonment, probation, or the payment of a fine, or bail of $100 or more. Dunno why I put this..but every job i apply for wants to know, so i thought it had to be a lil bit important. ;)