After being born and moving around a lot as a young child, I was situated in Savannah, Georgia, to spend the remainder of my formative years. Late elementary and middle school were highlighted by being at a "Magnet School for the Gifted and Talented," wearing very weird clothes, and a lot of participation in Odyssey of the Mind. I had a few teachers I really loved, including a math teacher who was the first to give me grief about randomly not turning in homework when I felt like it, and gave me back a neon red sheet of paper with a giant zero on it when passing back homework. (Mr. Preece, I loved you beyond reason.)

I left my friends and others for high school, and decided to go to the most prestigious of private schools in Savannah. I properly disliked a great deal of it, but made some good friends, especially in my last couple of years. Beth and Elena and I were quite a fun trio of insane girls, and hanging out with Jonathan Reeve was always a blast, as he became exceedingly well-known our senior year for drumming up support for his causes, primarily Amnesty International, in the tricksiest of ways, including a Sifl & Olly rip-off repeatedly edited into the morning announcements, until all the good ol' boys were ready to stomp over in their Timberlands and kick our Amnesty asses. I'm still not sure what the rest of my class really thought of me, but I certainly had a good time absconding from the majority of people at the school and thinking I was better than them. It was rough to realize that some of the popular kids were really smart as well, and I, for awhile, had a huge crush on Justin C., conservative-seeming young boy though he was, because he was so obviously intelligent and thoughtful in a way that us too-cool-for-school smart kids sometimes refrain from. I had a boy my junior year who was definitely a smartie, but hid his "potential" somewhat in his grades, like me. Ryan W. Liked him so much, but am a huge bitch and like to see how much the boys will let me get away with. (Bizarr-o world, man, he's coming to Tech for grad school, apparently, along with another kid I went to the Day school with.)

Ended up coming to Tech for bad reasons, but ended up liking it to some degree in the end. Maybe MIT would've been better for me, but I would be staring at a $100K of student loans right now, which I'm glad not to be doing. I had a good time at Tech, had my small and demure share of crazy partying, took a lot of classes I loved, some that I hated. It would be good if I really knew what I wanted to do with my life, but I can't expect college to tell me that, I suppose.

Met nicholas on the newsgroups, and was enamoured with his pretenses of legendary proportion, but also just with his manner. He decided that we should fall for eachother right away, despite extenuating circumstances, and so, we did. We got engaged not six months later, in the midst of my 21st birthday insanity. Moved in together the next summer, and have been happily enjoying the status and finishing school before thinking about weddings. We have a pretty happy little place most of the time, this little nook in the middle of Atlanta, filled to the gills with kittens and books and crazy people.

I've been a little confused since graduation in May 2003. I don't really know what I want to do, and get discouraged about my abilities in my current chosen field, and discouraged about the job searching in Computer Science as well. Want to go to grad school, for some reason. Not sure why or for what, really. How do people decide things like that? I've been trying since I was 13, and thought CS was perfect when I found it at 18, but I don't like it as much as I think I should. And it gets me more frustrated than it would if I were better at it. And it makes me feel like I'm stupid sometimes, which I've never ever had a problem with before, as confidence in my intellegence has been with me since I walked into kindengarten and primped my little strawberry-blonde curls as the only kid who could already read big-kids books.

But for now, I go to a 9-5, read as much as I can, swim a lot, cook, and have some fun sometimes. Nick takes good care of me and makes sure I do fun things and go to parties and gets me to get dressed up and do things like go to the High and PHISH and to the symphony...

And I've just this year met both Casey and Elise, who both rock and are tons of fun.

Keep your fingers crossed, and maybe all the LIFE DIRECTION malaise will get edited away in the next month or two, when some fun and exciting software firm hires me to rock their socks off.