I think it's about time that I start documenting my life online. Sounds like the cool thing to do at 24 when you live by yourself as a first year teacher. Let's be honest, though. The only reason I'm actually starting a blog is because someday I hope to become famous for my wit and child-like (and by that I mean the body of a 12 year old boy who 'hasn't lost his baby fat yet') body that I proudly post on the world wide web.

I've tried blogging before. I also tried old fashioned writing in a notebook, new fashioned writing in Word Documents. If you know anything about me, you know I like to begin many things that I will never actually follow through with. Most of them are crafty and the like, sometimes it's a workout/diet plan... those always seem to be dropped the quickest.

ANYWAY, enough about all that junk. More on the importants. Me. Yes, I know 'importants' is not a real word, I happen to like it anyway. Most of you will know all of the things I'm about to post, so I encourage you to stop reading now and wait until I post something meaningful. It would be in your best interest to just go to my Facebook page, I write so much less on there, but generally it's all the same idea. If you do NOT know me, what on earth are you doing here? How did you find me and what do you want? I already found my Faith, I donate to the charities when I check out at the stores, and I won't buy your new up-and-coming product... I'll listen to everything you have to say because I'm afraid to be rude, but I assure you, I will never give you money.

What would I like the world to know about me? I'm awesome, but I'm sure you can already tell that through my Facebook posts and lack of Twitter updates. Alright, well. Some of you may or may not know that I finally graduated college 6 months ago. I say finally because though I may seem a young 24 year old super star, it took me 6 consecutive years to graduate college. To get my BA. In my defense, I did transfer (after 3 full years at one college) to a completely different program (every credit transferred), and graduated Summa Cum Laude from a program that I love (too bad I disliked the University all three years). I'm an idiot.

However, I was fortunate enough to have not one, but TWO job offers...

Let me just interrupt myself here. My family is visiting as I'm writing this and I mention the sole reason I started a Twitter account was to stalk people. My dad  gave me his famous you-are-a-little-on-the-strange-side look and said "How much stuff can you watch outside of window peeping? I'll just stick to that."

Back to my job offers. I was probably one of the 10 education majors in the country to get a job after graduation. I had one AWESOME offer at an actual Deaf School in West Virginia, where I would be starting an ASL program and completely re-vamp the Communication Standard at the school. I was about to be the new Thomas Gallaudet. If you know nothing about ASL or Deaf Culture that means nothing to you. The pay was decent, especially for the cost of living in WV. The second offer was still good, but in a bum part of Columbus. I still got the opportunity to start the program from scratch, which is super cool, I was offered a butt load of money, and only 2 hours away from the people I love.

Surprisingly, it was a really hard choice for me. I felt that I owed the Deaf something, and how freaking cool to completely change a school's communication system. But, I am a homebody, I'm afraid of change, and I don't like to be alone. So it was almost a no brainer to stay here in Ohio. I've never actually regretted taking the job here, although there are often times I KNOW it would have been easier and more satisfying to have the other job. I think that's a whole new story in itself.

So, now, I live here in Columbus by myself. I rarely get lonely because I'm so busy during the week and I have yet to stay a weekend here alone since I've started school 3 months ago.

The only other thing I could ask for is a cat. I just want a cute, little, cuddly fur ball!

That is all.

For now.