I had a brain hemorrhage less than 6 months after I was born. Everyone in the hospital thought I was doomed. As a result, I was baptized with a Styrofoam cup in the ICU or ER, don’t remember which. Kinda interesting.
I love video games, but everyone who knows me in person knows that. Trust me. 
My biggest pet peeve is getting made fun of, especially by multiple people at the same time. I actually had that happen to me at work tonight, I about lost my mind, and almost exploded on one of my co-workers as a result. When I get mad about stuff, I usually play little scenarios in my head that I want to happen, usually involving me ending the argument with the last word, but they never ever happen.
I find it funny that I get so much criticism for being myself, when I’m the most non-threatening person I know. I couldn’t bruise a baby. Yet, people seem to take their insecurities out on me, and I often feel like a scapegoat. I’ve been a lot more optimistic about this kinda stuff lately though, so it’s not so bad anymore. It’s a bit interesting that a co-worker who’s known me for 3 days and has spoken no more than 10 or 15 words to me gets offended by my sarcasm though and threatens to take me outside and beat the f*** out of me (his words, not mine, 
). He was a bit irritated that night (a bit is a slight understatement if you couldn’t tell) and we get along much better now.
I feel unappreciated very often, and am constantly starving for recognition, and can come off as, or just outright act like a showoff. I associate that with the fact that I have trouble making friends, and desperately want more, but instead of the solution, it often acts as the problem. Thankfully, college has led me to a group of friends who love me for the awkward, geeky, and socially inept little person I am. My new obsession with Pixar (and Up) is a bit out there for them, but they’ve come to accept it for the most part. It’s friends like those that can make a guy really happy.
Most siblings tend to have some heat between them, generally speaking. My sister and I don’t have that much in common, but we love eachother. I feel like I have more of an attachment to her than she does to me, but she’s 27 and married, it’s to be expected. She’s got a lot of stuff in her life I can’t understand, and she’s busy all the time.
My brother however, is quite possibly the most important person in my life, ever. We get along as well as any 2 brothers could. We both have our own ridiculous obsessions (me with video games and Pixar, him and roller coasters, amusement parks, old theaters, and traveling EVERYWHERE, although his is more healthy ) and we both appreciate them a lot, and accept each other for them. Whenever we’re around each other, we’re pretty much inseparable, we do everything together, act like total dorks while doing it, and love every second of it. He’s much better at making friends than I am, but I generally get along with his friends. He hasn’t met my new friends yet, but I’m sure he’d like em. I freaking miss him so much, and I wish I was up in Ohio, hanging out with him this very moment. My brother is the coolest, most awesomest, most loving and caring person in the entire world, I’d be totally different without him. cries
Up until this last monday, I thought I was a terrible artist. Thanks for the inspiration Pixar, I really think I could do this!
I never really had a good father figure (my dad used to act like a total jerk about everything, but now he’s an awkward vegetable that lives in our house when he’s not at work or on a business trip). My brother is the closest anyone has come, but I absolutely CRAVE a good father figure. The father-son relationship is one I envy, especially around friends with a strong one (not that many of my friends do though, most are in divorces, or just have kind of absentee fathers/parents). As a result, after my first and second viewing of Up, I was kinda in a depressive state for a while. I was so struck by the parts in the movie that parallel that, and it made me start overanalyzing my relationship with my dad (Treasure Planet did the same thing about a year ago, but much more extreme. That was a crazy week). Thankfully I got over it, and could start focusing on the beauty and quality of the movie as I do now. Still, I really wish I had an older male role model to spend time with, like a foster father. I’m a bit old to be talking about that kind of thing, but it’s something that I’ve always thought about.
I feel like I could be a total prodigy in school (not to brag or anything). Here’s how I figure. Most of the curriculum I’ve encountered throughout my life has been very manageable. Where I fall short is my CRIPPLING lack of motivation to do the work. I’m a terrible TERRIBLE procrastinator, and find it hard to get myself to do what I need. I generally still make A’s and B’s, but I feel like I let myself down when I look back. I have the most free time out of anyone I know, but I just sit around all day, every day.
I have really bad issues with how tired I am all the time. I’m always so lethargic, and it’s because of how I eat. I have the worst diet ever, but I hardly eat, so I’m actually pretty skinny. I also deplore physical activity (besides swimming, I LOVE swimming, and me being geeky and creating/mimicking sword/bo staff/spear moves from video games and movies), so I have like 1% muscle. I’m a wimp, basically. One of my friends was gonna be my trainer at the local rec center, but he’s back at home now, so I have to wait til school starts for that again.
Anyway, this is more of a giant elaboration of my personality, but hey, I felt like I needed to spill.
And I have a sombrero hanging in my living room. 
And his name was Spud-Nick. 
DD I hope you enjoy it around here!!!