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Somehow, somewhere, I think there's a set of rules on the Internet. And somewhere in these rules it states, "Thou shalt
have an About Me page." I honestly hate these things, and almost no one reads them, so I wonder why I'm doing this again??? I guess I'm just bored. So, where to start? I
think my youth(always a popular choice) will be suffice. Let's see... I grew up in a little redneck town called Montesano. It's in Washington State, for those of you who
don't live there. Anyways, this little town pretty much sucks. There's nothing to do, nowhere to go, and even if you can go somewhere, odds are your parents will think
it's too far away, and you're too young or to irresponsible to go there. Maybe when you're older... But, until a few years ago, I'd lived there all of my life. Went to a
little grade school that's bordered on two sides by cow fields, and WAS once a cow field. Smells REEEALY nice. There I learned that I wasn't dressing right and I
had a huge speech problem. Well, not HUGE, but still present and fair game to be made fun of by all the little turds that we all encounter in grade school. Not my fault at
all, but kids tend to laugh at things or people that are different, and I was(and AM) a different thing. So, I was pretty miserable a lot of the time, until I figured that
if I could make the kids laugh, they wouldn't laugh AT me. So, I developed PWBWTFGAT Syndrome. Which, for those of you that can't figure out what PWBWTFGAT Sydrome is, and
just spent 3 hours looking throw a Medical Dictionary, it means People Who Become Weird To Feel Good About Themselves. I'm afraid it's quite permenant. Not that I MIND...
*GRIN*. It makes things a lotta fun, actually. Heh.
I guess at some point in Junior High, maybe even more recently, the speech problem just about left. Of course, it still crops up
whenever I need to give a speech. Or when I have something REALLY important to say... Just my luck. But, then I had some friends, and was feelin' pretty good. But
Montesano got boring and kinda icky for a lot of reasons that I won't go into here. So, I left. Actually, I became a foreign exchange student. Some people ask me why I
left, which is hard to explain. Most reasons are bad reasons, but a few are good. First of all, I felt REALLY alone. Being weird sometimes makes you end up like that. Some
people don't like that, and a lot of people just get plain scared. GOSH! He's acting DIFFERENT than everyone else! So, I figured maybe people would like me more if I left
for awhile. It seemed to have worked, sadly enough. Secondly, Montesano SUCKS. Enough said. And thirdly, I wanted to see more of the world. Switzerland is nicely placed in
the middle of everything, so I saw a lot there. I went to France, Italy, Germany, and the Czech Republic. Had some really weird adventures there, but it'd take a LONG time
and a much bigger "About Me" page to tell them all. What's strange is that I actually MISSED the little dink town of Montesano!!! But after going back there quite a few
times since, I've pretty much gotten over it. I'd envisioned a grand homecoming for myself upon my return from europe, which never really happened since my parents moved
to Olympia while I was gone. So, instead of all of my friends asking me how everything was and people treating me a little better, I had to start all over. I've realized
since coming back that it ended up being a blessing rather than a curse since I could be whoever I wanted to be when I got back, because no one in Olympia remembered me as
the kid they knew in kindergarten. No one could view me as who I was, but was instead forced to view me for who I AM.
I've been back there a few times since my not-so-triumphant return to the USA, and, well, it's changed... Everyone's moved! The
school's changed(internally), and the town, well, it's dead. It's simply dead... IT'S DEAD!!! Everyone's moved, every house is for sale, and when people ARE around, then
I never seem to be able to find them. It makes me sad whenever I go back and a little pissed. And now almost all of my friends seem to have decided that I'm not good
enough to have as a friend. Well, the ones in Montesano. Not everyone there, but most of the people that I've known my entire life. They never call, never write, and
just generally don't want to lift a finger to keep being my friend. I've called, stopped by, written... Nothing in return. Friendships can't be one-sided, and I'm tired
of holding up both ends. They say you can't go home again. Well... Whoever wrote that, they're pretty correct. I go back when I can, but it hurts. Well, kinda. In that
weird, rusty wooden spoon kinda way, ya know? So now I try not to stop by much anymore. But every now and then, when I feel like being bored out of my mind, I go back
and do nothing. Wish I'd stop doing that...
So, now I'm from Olympia, WA. It's pretty nice there, but not exactly the most exciting place on earth, sadly. But it's better
than Montesano, that's for sure. I made some new friends, and we had a pretty good time whenever we were together. They still party with me when I go home, too. But,
reading over this, I feel that I haven't really gone into some superficial details about myself, which some people seem to enjoy. So, here's some stuff about me other
than the little demons that jump around my brain. I'm 22 years old, I'm a United States Marine living in San Diego, CA and I learned Arabic for 2 years in Monterey,
CA. I'm around 6'2" tall, have reddish-brown hair, and brown eyes. I like to snowboard, play soccer, get tattoos, play my guitar, and generally have fun doing
whatever. I have a few pictures of me on here so far, and they're not very good, but they'll have to do for now. If you really want to get to know me, check out my
poems. They're on this site, too. Or, well, you COULD email me, of course. But so far almost no one ever does that.
And now the present. I'm STILL in the United States Marine Corps and right now I'm in Iraq for approx. 9 months, give or take a
few. I was on a ship with the 11th MEU, so look up the 11th MEU on the internet if you're curious. But things are pretty good here overall, I guess... I've made a
few friends so far, and I hope I'll make a lot more in the future. Hell, I know I will. Well, if you want to know more about the Marines or about anything, just
email me. Or give me a call. I've never tried this before but here's my cell phone number: 831-521-3651. It's deactivated while I'm here in Iraq, but I'll have the
same number when I return. We'll see what happens as a result of me putting my number on this page. So far, one person has called me! Took me by complete surprise,
too! She lives in San Jose, CA, which was REALLY close to where I was living at, and I went up to see her pretty much every weekend. She's really cool, and was a
blast to be with. So, call me when I get back, or email me anytime.
So, yea. Just read my crap, and if you find it thought-provoking, or just plain shitty, email me or sign my guestbook or call
me and let me know. It's nice to hear comments about my writing from time to time, whether positive, or negative. If you have any comments about other peoples'
writing on this site, send me an email, and I'll call the author myself and read it to him/her, or I'll forward the email. It helps us grow as writers, and lets us
know what to work on in order to improve. Or what to keep doing if we're doing it well. So, any comments are more than welcome, and appreciated very much. I think
that's enough for now. So until the cows jump on your car, keep smiling, eat lots of Spam, and burn all Furbys because they're evil and want to take over the
world. Take care.
Much Love,
Noodles
August 2nd, 2004
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