Hi. I'm going to tell you a story...I can't tell you if it's happy, sad, or if it even has an ending. 'Cause with the way my life is it doesn't have endings. That's one of the reasons I love stories so much because they atleast have endings and most have happy ones. I lived most of my almost 15 years of life in the small, very non-diverse town of Hartford, South Dakota. There is nothing-or atleast 2 years ago- like punks, goths, druggies, preps...actually most you could say were preps. But basically it was just popular, semi-popular, and unpopular. I was semi- or unpopular depending on who you talk to. I like to think that was because I was different, wasn't meant to be there, was meant for something better. I wasn't born there (thank god) I was born in La Mesa, California at Grosmont Hospital on July 17, 1988 3:12 pm. A couple months after I was born we moved to Guam, lived there for 2 years, then moved to South Dakota, then the summer of after 7th grade we moved to Bellingham, WA, which is where I have been for around the past 2 years. There's a little intro of me, very short. I'll write more about me later.

Review and write something long, write your life story down or something...anything I'll most likely address you personally in the next chapter thingy if you do.