Well damn. I thought blogging had lost its luster for me when my teenage years came to a close. However, I guess I'm at a turning point in my life, and turning points seem to be the kind of thing that make you reflect and pull you back into past habits. Oh well, here goes nothing:
I'll start with a description. I'm a nearly 22-year old, soon to be 1L based in either Brooklyn, New York (where my parents live), Chicago (where I am currently), Connecticut (where my drivers' licence was issued), or Washington D.C. (where Georgetown, my future alma mater, is located). I recently finished up 4 years here at the University of Chicago, leaving with a degree in History, a great girlfriend, a fraternity membership, and a whole load of books of which I need to rid myself before I go home. I currently split my working hours between working at the UoC gym, which I'm actually doing right now, and doing odd jobs for various Jewish organizations on campus (anything from soliciting donations to rerouting the rain gutters).
My hobbies can be split into three major categories, Common, Loser and Athlete. The common stuff is what everyone does: hang out with friends, watch movies, listen to music. For the sake of getting it out there, my favorite band is the White Stripes, and my favorite movie is Pulp Fiction. I guess what those both have in common is a nice wide streak of pretentiousness. I really hope I'm not pretentious, as way too many people annoy me with just that quality.
I don't play sports nearly as often as I'd like, both due to laziness and a lack of people to play with. When active, I love football, soccer, and broomball (midwestern game that is like hockey with no skates). I always have been a sports nut, having learned to read relatively early on by reading the NY Times sports page. I am a die-hard fan of Rangers hockey, Jets football, and Mets baseball. I used to be a Knicks fan before I realized that the Knicks are like the worst girlfriend in history.
Let me explain. You have some great times together (Ewing teams of the mid-90s, Improbable Finals run in '99), but one day you wake up and realize that those good times are long gone. You don't give up on the relationship, and you weather the hard times, but eventually the selfishness, insensitivity, and incompetence (read: Isaiah) take its toll, and you break up. Within a few weeks, they're back, telling you that they've changed their ways, and pointing out some legitimate attempts (David Lee) at self-improvement. So you take them back, but soon you realize that they haven't changed a bit. However, the worst part of all is that they've ruined you for any other relationship, and you're stuck alone and lost.
The Loser part of me, which everyone at UoC has, be they debate nerds, theater nerds, Trekkies, etc..., is a Gamer Nerd. This is probably one of the more reviled types of nerd, as gamer nerds tend to lack in both hygene and social graces. My nerdery is confined to Magic and Warcraft, both of which attract me by appealing to the more meticulous parts of my nature. I don't LARP, I don't DND, and I'm certainly not the type to attend conventions of any sort, but I'm still a proud, outspoken, gamer nerd.
I guess that this is a decent place to end my first post, although some might argue that the world would have been better served if I'd ended before I began. The next post will either be sports-related (as many of the posts will be), movie-related (just saw WALL-E and Hellboy, gonna see Dark Knight soon), or about my new cat.
May all your hits be crits,
B
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