Okay, I've had my share of trials and tribulations before and I've always managed to stay afloat on this tormenting ocean called my life. However, I got a curve ball two weeks ago. As a gift, my family decided to put aside their ideals as penny-pinchers and bought me an i-pod mini. This is the best gift I've ever received. Better than when I got that SNES (though the 64 came out the week afterwards); Better than the time I got a dog (though I'm the one that has to pay for everything, so I'm not entirely sure how that's a gift); Hell, this is better than the day I was born (wait a second...that wasn't much of a gift either!) Anyways, I load i-tunes, I register my i-pod, and was loading Metallica's Garage Inc. when I decided to go take a leak. When I get back, my computer is off.

I was about to kill my roomate on instinct when I tried turning it back on and realized that I couldn't.

My computer, my only source of entertainment and release, had just died. For a guy like me, that is the equivalent of your best friend dying. I discovered an interest in fanfiction over this computer, I downloaded my first anime on this computer, I did homework on this computer, I ordered my first concert ticket on this computer, and I discovered how much I'm not made for Biology on this computer. After two years of loyal service other people might have broken down and cried over such a loss. I contemplated throwing it out of the twenty-second floor window of my room.

Fortunately, I changed the power supply, bought a new hard drive (losing all my unfinished fan fics, pictures, anime I hadn't transfered over to my external hard-drive, and other stuff I felt was important), and had a pesky virus removed that prevented me from accessing the internet. So I return after a hellish two weeks, feeling somewhat older. Older in the sense of becoming senile, not older as in wiser.

At least I can use my i-pod now.

I-pod update: My damn dog ate it. Fortunately I replaced it with an I-pod video. Rest in peace precious paycheck.

Now that I have that rant out of my system, let's get this profile thing out of the way.

Name: Wouldn't you like to know. What? You din't give a rat's ass? Well fine!

Age: Feel like I'm 10, wish I were 80, but I'm about 20.

Appearance: Because I can give such a general decription, I guess I'll share. My hair looks black, but if you stare at long enough you'll realize it is actually brown. My eyes are definitely brown. I'm short or tall, depending where I am in the world. Currently I'm short, but hopefully I'll be going to my hometown soon where I can feel a little taller. I'm hispanic, but most people would mistake me for other ethnicities. An asian girl once said I looked Italian (though she'd never seen an actual Italian before), a Jewish guy thought I was Asian (of course the sun was in my eyes at the time...what? It's the truth), and a few hispanics have described me as being a white guy with a good tan.

Turn-ons: Women. Pushy women. Intelligent, pushy women. Intelligent, pushy women with my taste in music and an interest in anime. Sure whether or not they appeal to me physically plays a factor, but I'm not too picky when it comes to that. Someone who motivates me and can enjoy stuff with me is all I'm really looking for, but this isn't a one of those kind of sites anyways.

Turn-offs: Everything else.