Information about me? Gosh, where to start, you know? There's so much that everyone has to tell... I guess that's why so many people have flocked to writing blogs. Not me, though. I hate the internet journal community. They're all so self-absorbed, thinking that the only things that matter are the minutia of their own life. Ironic how I say that, yet am still here, isn't it? Anyway, my life, interesting though it is, is mine. Not something to be flaunted to a community of people so large that I can't comprehend it. That's not to say that I won't post things up on this site; I'd be a horrible writer if I didn't write, but the reason I'm doing this isn't because I want to tell you about my bus ride home or about the horrors of grapefruit juice. First and foremost, I want to talk about THINGS. Real things. Minutia may come as well, but don't come for it, or you'll be sadly disappointed.