While 5 out of 7 people believe me to be either Bobby Lee, Jin from Lost with more junk in the trunk, “probably that Asian guy from [my] office,” Sara Lee, or any combination of such, I am (shockingly) none of these people. Well, I may be Jin, in which case I’ve given away the ending of the series.
In all reality (the slightly-more entertaining realm of existential perception), I’m a 22-year-old guy a year out of college, Columbus-ing his way through early adulthood, fighting off bouts of scurvy, making serendipitous discoveries about life and things under my couch cushions, and making snarky remarks about pop culture to make my life seem slightly more significant than it really is. That was a long sentence.
I currently work as a Senior Staff Writer for a San Diego internet marketing company. I’m not improving the lives of others quite yet as I have and still aspire to do, but at least I’m not actively ruining them. It’s not a step in the wrong direction. So I tell myself.
The University of California, San Diego was gracious enough to give me a sweet deal; in exchange for something like $80,000, I received two degrees – one in Communication and another in Sociology. You’d be hard-pressed to find a better deal anywhere else. Or so they told me.
And as this blog proves, those degrees sure do pay for themselves after a year.
Bawls.