This will be laughable.
Ahem.
I was born to loving, hard-working parents who never raised their voices to each other. My older brother, who is awesome now, used to bug me each and every day, or, at least, that's how it felt. I always had to play second player.
We moved to Omaha, Nebraska when I was 2 and celebrated my birthday in the minivan on the way.
Early reports say that I was an easy-going, quiet baby and that I learned to read quite early. Some of my earliest memories include:
I was one of the smart kids right when the term "gifted" came into popular usage for that sort of thing.
There was a girl in the second grade who I liked a lot. I teased her with some line from a cartoon and made tickle/grabbing motions with my hands. She and her family moved away before the end of the school year. I can't remember her name now and find that kind of sad.
In sixth grade, after taking a test, they decided to ship me off to middle school every morning to take honors math with the seventh graders. I doodled a lot, mostly spaceships.
Two years later, I would nearly fail honors geometry for no good or memorable reason. I would attend a small number of therapy sessions regarding this, sessions I remember mostly for being in the small, poorly-lit home-office of the therapist's house.
The year after that found me taking basic precalculus with the seniors. You learn a lot about high school seniors and football players being the quiet freshman forced to sit among them.
The only extracurricular activity I ever successfully participated in during high school was the "Seinfeld Club," a group of friends who gathered once a week on school grounds to watch two episodes of Seinfeld and eat snacks. Thanks to a trivia quiz, I was elected to the officer position of "Cosmo Kramer."
During much of high school, my hair was at or near shoulder length. It was a poor choice.
My first (serious) kiss occurred mere days after graduating. College would be much better in this regard.
I have no tattoos.
No one knew what to do with me as a potential college student. Ideas like "computer science" were thrown around because of the aptitude I had shown towards the subject years before. I went away for a while, thought about it and shot back with "filmmaking." They were all surprised.
One Saturday soon after, I drew a few pages of storyboards for my "portfolio." The story was about an employee, rushing to finish a deadline, being sent by his boss to fetch donuts. The employee came back with a dozen assorted and proceeded to destroy the entire office in rage. He then adjusted his tie and walked on into a presentation with marketing.
NYU's Tisch School of the Arts accepted me based on those very storyboards, but I could not afford the tuition and was sent to Nebraska instead. This is probably the best thing that could've happened to me.
Subjects to come: college, graphic design, music, religion, politics.
I don't remember my own life very well. This is a quest to regain some of it and keep it for the future, no matter how ridiculous, boring and unreadable it may be.