It's a time of new beginnings... Blogger just updated their site with a new look and new features, and I just moved from my old weblog to this spot. Why? Who knows! I'm just crazy like that. Not that there was anything important over there anyway.

Not that there will be anything important over here either!

So, who the heck am I? Well, I have a Gmail account, so that means I must be a wonderful person. I do some web design, which either turns out awesome or utter crap -- it's pretty random, actually. But that's just the kind of guy I am. So, yeah, I do HTML, CSS, PHP, a few other acronyms in screaming caps, and I also do some graphics work. Outside of web design, I have many, many hobbies such as sleeping, eating, barbecuing, eating whatever I barbecue, looking at things, and other suchlikes.

I am a 17-year-old white male as of the date of this publication. Tomorrow, who knows! Any one of those things could change for all I know. I live in the sweet little town of Chico, California, which is known for vases, Robin Hood, Bob Dole falling while doing the macarena (well, the macarena part is kind of an inside joke), beer, the #2 party college in the country (probably related to the beer), and a giant yo-yo. I have yet to experience any of the aforementioned elevents of Chico, but I did buy an enormous frog last weekend, and that was way more exciting. Actually, it wasn't that great... it was only a little bigger than my head, and it was made of plastic.

I have a parakeet named Pete, who hates me and probably fantasizes about me buried in a mountain of those seed shells he leaves lying in a five-foot radius about his cage. He makes for a very good alarm clock, though — he always squawks very loudly just when I'm to wake up. He also makes for a very good leader, because every morning he decides exactly when I'm to wake up. A feed him occasionally, and I even give him water from time to time.

I would trade Pete for a candy bar, assuming he would get a good home. Otherwise, I wouldn't settle for less than two.

I'm just finishing up my senior year in Pleasant Valley high school. This is the first semester in six years where it looks like I'm going to get less than a 3.5 GPA, but that's okay, because who really cares about senior year? Besides, it'll still be like a 3.4 anyway. I just felt that my time was better spent watching a Blue Man Group concert freeview on TV than writing a criticism on the works of Robert Louis Stevenson. I wonder how the Blue Man Group would go about such an assignment... hmm ponder ponder.

Well, I suppose I'll write more later. I'm off the eat some brownies I baked an hour ago. Yes it's true, real men bake brownies.