| There is not much to tell about the first seventeen years of my life but now, this past year changes are occuring. After regretfully being denied the entry into the Air Force ROTC program due to my multiple medications, I have found myself spending a year away from school gathering funds and scholerships for college. It was gratifying to hear the regret in the recruiter's voice when he told me stating "its a shame, you have a fine record", a testiment to my grades and clean behavioral record in school (let that be a lesson to you kiddies!). I now work with my dad for his carpentry business and am very bored. I rarely go out and feel like I have little friends left after high school. So I keep a livejournal and a website. I plan to go to the University of Buffalo next year for aerospace engineering. In high school, I alredy took the college freshman level physics course and the art class too. I'm ok at art, but I cannot post any of my work or pictures of myself due to the lack of a digital camera. With that said, this is what I'd look like walking down the street in my Sunday best; long black trenchcoat (the well fitting one that has no excess bulk [good for style, bad for carrying weapons]), black army boots which are sometimes worn over the pants or with shorts. Under the coat I wear nothing at all (just joking), I actually wear all black or all white with no overt meaning at all except it looks good. My clothes tend to be neat and almost formal (another word for preppy, but I'm a too much a coward to admit it [I just did]). My physical description is 6'1 1/2", red hair, 206 pounds and slender. I'm not gonna say if I'm good looking because fucked if I know; but then again, I'll say I am because I feel sexy. To be continued...... |
