All About Me
And you've nothing better to do than to sit there and read this?
What a sad, sad life you must lead....even more pathetic than mine.
Now, before I get to sounding too self-depreciating and downright whiny, the first thing you should know about me is, to put it in Daria terms: "I don't have low self-esteem - I have low esteem for everybody else."
All righty, so what is there to tell?
I'm 20 years old, I was born and raised in upstate New York, and right now exist in a sort of limbo between the pupae sophomore stage and metamorphosizing junior phase (can you tell I'm a biology major?) of college life here at University of New Hampshire in Durham, NH - second year of school, but 36 credits before I set foot on campus. Yes, I'm bragging; no, I don't feel ashamed.
College is fantastic - so much better than high school, that dank and miserable realm of drudgery and dismal doom. I'm now not only a member of the UNH fencing team, I'm now captain of the foil team! Believe me, given my anti-athleticism stance through out high school, no one is more impressed than I of the irony of it all.
Fencing....now there's a real sport. None of this ridiculous tossing of rubber spheres and running on courts for me. Nothing makes a bad day infinitely better than the prospect of hitting someone with a sharp metal rod previously designed to be deadly.
I fence foil; it suits me best. It's not flashy and dashy like saber, and I don't have the patience for the time-consuming strategy of epee (I never was a great chess player).