Well, what can I say?

(Other than "See? I did get a better picture up.")

I'm currently on summer hiatus from higher education, after running away from The Big School. At the moment, I work in a cube farm at Dremel Power Tools. I'm not too fond of the hours, but it's a paycheck.

Spare time (huh? what's that?) is used to loiter, compose HTML, tie up both phone lines simultaneously, and complain. Such a life I lead.

Things I like include: chocolate, long drives to nowhere, Live, feedback, sci-fi of all types, organized chaos, heated debates, and Papa John's pizza. (More on the no suck list.)

I have no real future plans. I don't have the slightest clue what I want to do with my life - I'm worried about the here and now. Get up, go to work, come home. Maybe a few long-term ideas here and there (long-term being a week from now) and isolated dreams (current fantasy: rock star), but that's as far as it goes.

I live in Hell, WI (as I like to call it.) Native cheesehead, moved exactly three times in my life - two of those were to and from college in Minneso-tah. I recently found out that I am a fifth generation Wisconsinite on my paternal grandfather's side. God, that's depressing. A hundred years in the same town. Yikes.

Other personal info that someone may actually care about...

I'm the oldest of three - younger brother, younger sister. And anyone who knows what I mean, say it with me: THE OLDEST CHILD ALWAYS GETS SHIT ON! Sure, we may have a couple years of bliss as an only child, but mine came before the age of two, so I never got to enjoy it. Granted, I learned to share (sort of), but things are so much more complicated when there's five people and a dog in the house.

Ah, the dog. 15-year-old mutt, and I love her to death. She eats better than we do, and has seniority over my sister. Has arthritis now, but is chowing down those pills and has "the physique of a five- or six-year-old dog", according to the vet. There's a picture of her floating around someplace.

Until I can afford my own place (or my family drives me insane, whichever comes first), I'm living with my parents.. which I admit, is both bogus and sad. But hell, I'm 18, I make $8 an hour, and food and lodging are free here.

I'm not currently "involved" (whatever the hell that means.) There's a potential floating on the horizon, but I'm too chicken to make a move. Always have been, though that one thing a couple years ago didn't help matters much...

Ugh, too depressing. New topic.