I am pretty sure that everyone who is a chronic web surfer has had a day in which they googled themselves. I did, and appearantly 15 year old abolitionists and country western stars are more important than me. I know that there are available websites that have my name on them, I do nothing but surf the web. I have nothing wrong with 15 year old abolitionists, and I have come to encounter this problem before where people add me on myspace and facebook and ask intently, “Are you that 15 year old abolitionist kid? You are so awesome”. I respond with a no, I am just Zach Hunter from Nebraska, I am down with ending slavery, but I got my own problems to fix. So hopefully if I do this enough, I too can earn the coveted spot on google’s first few search results. As of now since you know nothing more about me, I am sure that you all think I am a neurotic mess. Well I can assure you that I have no more mental issues than your average 16 going on 17 year old male can have in the middle of nowhere Nebraska. I am out of place as a bleeding heart liberal in my super conservative family. No logic is used in arguments only pathos, which they lack as well. Confirmed Catholic turned religious skeptic at a Jesuit High school where I take one A.P. course that I shouldn’t have, and have awesome friends. I am a member of the Speech team, I like to do well, I suppose I do very little legitimate practicing and could do better if I put more effort into it. The only events I haven’t done are poetry, D.I., and extemp. I am also a member of the band, you could consider me a run of the mill band geek, I talk about music theory with friends, and tell lame jokes about fermatas, and pulling out your tuning slide. I played percussion my sixth grade year all the way to the end of my freshman year when my band director, Mr. J asked me to switch to bass clarinet, and that is what I primarily play now, I still play my drumset, I am teaching myself the tenor saxaphone, and I dabble on the keyboard. Mr. J is awesome, probably my best teacher, still manages to be awesome while cramming loads of information into my head. and again, I like to do well but don’t do that much legit practicing. Instead I learn to play the Song of Time and call it a day. I just started a job at Gordmans, after my super lame job at office max for nine months, I decided to just leave without saying anything and therefore blow 9 months of work experience. But now I get one hour work breaks and don’t have to do lame sale pitches to people who really just don’t want to hear it. Not to mention a 20% employee discount compared to the dismal 10%. w00t, I suppose I am moving up the ladder to home decor success! I don’t know what I want to do when I grow up, I don’t know where I want to go to college, and I don’t know what I am having for breakfast tomorrow. (probably lunch). I just like to take each day a moment at a time and smell roses. I have one dog, two cats, and an issue with snakes. I like art and movies, and music. I hate sports, except bowling, I will kick your ass in a game of bowling, and sometimes raquetball. I am sure that as you read more you will discover how truly obscure my traits and interests are, it is quite quixotic that I ended up where I am today. Democrat with wavy brown hair to parents who are both lame republicans and have blonde hair, and both like sports. So that’s all for now.
Later Gator, peace.
