Welcome to my website!  It isn't quite as "all about me" as previous websites have been, but you'll find a lot of me here.  You're surprised, right?  I know, I know.  But this isn't a profile, by any means.  I'm choosing to use it as a display case, of sorts.  Mostly, this is a knock-off of the Geocities website that I had.  Spend more than thirty seconds trying to edit one of those and you'll know exactly why I left.

Hopefully, this site will improve and grow by leaps and bounds as I figure out what I'm doing, but until then, this is what you get.  So love it or leave it.
 

I'm sure you've already figured out that I'm a big fan of purple stuff.  Unfortunately, I recently began using a new computer monitor, and the color scheme on it is all out of whack, and I can't adjust it for whatever reason.  (Like, can't.  I've found it on the menu, and nothing happens when I select it 'cause it's gray.)  Anyway, what that means for you is that the stuff you see here might clash horribly with itself, but I really can't tell so much.  So please forgive me.  Maybe I'll do the website in blue for a while, but probably not.
 

Also, my photos are all fuzzy.  I apologize--it's a new(ish) computer and I haven't moved all my software over from the old one yet.  Thus, I am using sub-par programs to scale my photos for the web.  But fear not.  If you see a photo that you just have to have, or that you happen to be in and want the original, just let me know.  I'll send you the huge one (with the good resolution).    I promise!

Correction.  Bryant has helped me start re-sizing my photos, so now they are less fuzzy.  But I am still happy to send you larger ones, if you like.  Just let me know.  And totally be happy that I took the time to caption all my photos without apostrophes.  'Cause for some reason, the photo album software I'm using hates apostrophes and keeps removing them.    Do you know how hard it is to write captions for you people without using contractions?  It's freaking HARD.
 

So what's the point, you ask?  Guess what!  There is no point!  At this very moment, I'm just making up things to type into these text boxes because I want to put more pictures on this page, and I want to separate them with text boxes.  That's why I'm playing with the color scheme of the text--because there's no real reason behind any of this.  It's just something for me to do.
 

Are you waiting to see whether or not I'll put you on this page?  Chances are good that I will.  Especially if you e-mail or text me and whine that I haven't.  I don't mean to encourage this behavior, but anybody who's ever watched a kid throw a tantrum understands that even the strongest of wills will break given an annoying enough stimulus.  I used a college word.  What are you going to do about it?
 

I was one of those kids who kept a notebook.  Not exactly a diary or a journal.  Mostly a page or two of some story that budded in my brain that I had to write down because the characters wouldn't stop bothering me.  But I've had several versions of this notebook.  The purple spiral-bound one.  The black loose-leaf one.  The binder one with pages stuck inside from several different notebooks.  The other binder one with the zipper around it because the first binder got so full that stuff fell out of it and I didn't want that to happen again. . .

I haven't written much of substance lately.  Like the rest of my generation, I'm guilty of blogging instead of creating anything really noteworthy, or even worth reading.  I don't mean to say that all blogs are crap.  I've read a few that have very high comedic value, and a few that have decent messages, even though they're usually preachy.  And I've noticed that my vocabulary is slipping a little as a result.  (I wanted to use the word "allbeit" two sentences ago, but I couldn't remember how to spell it, so I rephrased instead.  Actually, I now think it's three words instead of one. . .)  But there was a time when I wrote regularly, and most of what's here came from that time.  Some of it is amusing.  Some of it is me whining my way through college.  Some of it is me screaming at people who I once called friends, or more than friends.  But all of it is me trying to display a talent that I may or may not have.

And there are a bunch of pictures on here, too, 'cause isn't that why you really came here?
 

I can't decide how to open this page, either, so chances are you'll see quite a few changes to this layout before I finally settle on a basic setup that I like.  For example, I have removed the photos from this front page.  I might add one big one in the middle, if I find something appropriate, but I might not.  Mostly, I found that when I stick photos in between text boxes, the photos come out really small.  I'm sure I could fix this, but it's easier (today) to simply remove them an worry about it later.  See?  Many, many changes.
 

Also, I need symmetry.  So since I put a block of text on the left side down here at the bottom, I now have to put another text box on the right side down here at the bottom.  Maybe I'll put a section on here somewhere about my family tree.  Or a Bad Movie Night report of some kind.  But probably not.