Well, what can I say about myself, other than the fact that I am a god? I suppose I can say plenty, but why bore you with the details...because it's my website, that's why.

I was born on Long Island, NY in May of 1981. It was a great year. It's all been downhill since then. Prominent occurrences in my early days that come to mind are my parents' divorce, and the many subsequent moves. What can I say, I don't have many fond childhood memories...cry me a river.

High school came...high school went...there were some good times, some bad times. Good times included terrorizing the tourists of my fair town, cruising around in the good old '83 Buick LeSabre, and graduating. Bad times included getting arrested, and pretty much anytime when I wasn't sleeping. You should see a pattern emerging...

So now I am going into my junior year at Boston University. There have been some good times, including my trip to Arizona and getting drunk with my friends. There have been some bad times, including cleaning toilets all summer and being forced to change majors after thinking I knew what I wanted to do with my life. Oh well, I'll get over it.

Now about me...I am an odd person. I can admit it. I study planetary science, don't ask me why. My interests include sleeping, astronomy, writing, and reading when I get the chance. Oh and TooL, I figure that's obvious because of the page I have devoted to the lads. I enjoy Hemingway and Tolkien. I don't enjoy Brittany Spears, N'Sync, or any of their ilk. I enjoy wittiness. I don't enjoy ignorance. I enjoy sleeping. I don't enjoy being awake...nothing good ever came out of consciousness.

And that's where I'm at today...the "where" being an intangible thing, in case you were wondering. I suppose the biggest reason I constructed this website is because I needed some motivation to start writing again. You might see this little "profile" as somewhat negative, depressing even. In the words of the good Maynard James Keenan, "don't just call me pessimist, try and read between the lines." I don't hate life. I don't even hate any person in particular. However, I feel separate from most people in that I haven't found/felt/experienced anything especially astounding up to now, and I find that almost sad. If you were wondering why this site is called "Apathy in a Box," there you go. Apathy is a hateful thing, and if I had to describe myself with any one word it would be "apathetic." Once again, in the words of Maynard, "how can this mean anything to me if I really don't feel anything at all?" Which is why I write.

When I write I feel closer. This is a horrible cliche, but I've felt far away the past couple years...I haven't really been able to write anything. I don't expect you to understand. This site is a growing process. In the words of...you guessed it, Maynard (still wondering why I like TooL so much?), "I'll keep digging until I feel something."