I'm a 41-year-old underwater basketweaving biochemist that has converted to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (photojournalism division) because, frankly, the money in Buddhism stinks. I spend my days chasing imaginary lemurs in my backyard and, of course, surfing the internet. I live in a two-and-one-half-horse town known to some as "Bryce Institution." I just like to call it home. And I just wrote this paragraph using standard Mad Libs formula.
I drive a black 1987 Cadillac with red leather interior, and am often pulled over under the racist suspicion of being "non-white." Of course, as a Mormon photojournalist, I offer to immortalize the underpaid, overworked cops on some wayward skins e-zine, and most accept. If not, however, I always carry a large amount of cash on hand just for this specific purpose.
Now for the truth. I'm a 20 (fast approaching vingt et un!) year old college student with a hyperactive imagination and no career direction whatsoever in life, though my hands tell me I'm an artist. I enjoy nature, hiking, art, console games, stuff that's funny, puppies (with soy sauce)...
I play paintball when I can procure the guts enough to go out there against my father's autococker and my brothers' tricked-out automags and java edition spyder em1. Getting hit stings, but not as badly as would be expected... unless it smacks the soft tissue, and then you hemmorhage.
Let's see... I live at home, with my two brothers and my parental units. And four cats and four dogs, and a myriad of fish. My favorite food is cheese, and as such I share characteristics with my pets besides being overly hairy and barking and meowing at everything within sight and hearing distance.
So that's about it. Smile for the camera, life's a soundstage.
The meaning of life is.
...No disrespect to Mormon's, Buddhists, or lemurs. I think you're all just NEAT-O!