Disclaimer: Don't sue. I own nothing except the clothes on my back. And I don't even own those. My mom bought them for me.
Summary: Reid is a smart guy, a nerd. And what nerd doesn't have a blog?
Authors Notes: This is written in the form of a blog (n; an online diary; a personal chronological log of thoughts published on a Web page; also called Weblog, Web log), hence the date and time at the beginning of each.
2.26.2006 8:53 pm
So, I've finally given in and gotten myself a blog. I figure that there is too much idiotic and pointless drivel on the internet, and maybe I can contribute to the more intellectual aspect of it all? That is, if there is an intellectual aspect. I die a little inside any time I'm following links, looking for some information, and I come across something that is written like 'lyke 0mG333 lwlz.' Wow, what a long-winded explanation as to why I signed myself up to a blogging website.
I suppose that I should talk a little bit about myself, a sort of introduction, if you will. My name is Spencer, but most people I know call me Reid, and no, I am not concerned with being stalked over the internet for giving out my last name. I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit, also known as the BAU. Essentially, we use psychology, sociology, criminalistics, and forensic pathology and review the physical evidence at individual crime scenes in order to explain the behaviors and motivations of the offender.
Sadly, I don't really have a life outside of the BAU. I do not have a girlfriend; I haven't even kissed a girl. I do sudokus and read Greek mythology for fun. People like me don't have friends and don't have lives. And by people like me, I mean people with exceptionally high IQs who are basically incapable of functioning when it comes to things that don't involve mathematics or logic and all of that fun stuff. Being so 'intelligent' (notice the quotes) is not the best thing, really. In grade school, no one would talk to me, except when they were shoving me into lockers or something equally horrendous. I was the weird 'genius' kid and that was tough. And being treated so badly obviously didn't help my social anxiety disorder. Har har har.
So I decided to put my acumen to use and help to catch the 'bad guys.' I was always really big on justice. Say, if some kid stole my milk money (which I never used anyways, because I was somewhat lactose intolerant,) I would always talk to him about how that was unfair to me, and that he should ask his mother for his own money instead of taking mine. I even once told a kid that if he didn't stop stealing pens from the teacher's desk, then he would eventually go on to lead a life thievery, and would end up in jail at the age of 25. I got punched.
Anyways, enough about my past. All that matters now is that I am happy with my position at the BAU, even though I am the youngest person there. Actually, it can be uncomfortable on occasion; they're always treating me like I'm a child with special needs. And they sometimes tease me for being such a 'nerd.' Well, anyways, despite all that, I am very thrilled with the direction that my career took me, and where I ended up.
All right, enough of this. My cat Dionysus is looking expectantly at me. He's obviously waiting for his tuna.
-Reid