Hey oh ^_^
My name is
Azim Marc Palmer, I'm 21 years old and just about to go on placement in London (England) ! That's me in the black shirt, next to the guy who looks like he's about to hug-
fu ya to death !
For once I'm gonna follow protocol and give ya a standard introduction, who I am and why I've decided that things I do are worth transcribing !
So the first reason, is because I hate how my memory works, when I try and think of all the awesome fun experiences over the years, I'm lucky to remember any.
Nyah !
Wha- What if I'm this totally boring guy who hasn't done anything and is doomed to the life of a man-spinster ! . . . . *breathe*
Ok, so when this happens I run off and talk to my friends, they remind me of all the really cool stuff we've done together, jumping over razor-wire fences onto train tracks to escape a tent-hobo, "exploring" a
deserted crack-house, the countless hours spent in nightclubs, playing games, going to different martial arts classes together, being chased in a car by my ex-fiancee, being pushed over by "
Pastey McWhitey, the boy with leeks for arms", there are tons of stories that I'm scared I'll forget. One thing I'll do is write down the ones I remember (and post them) and get my friends to help fill in the ones I've forgotten. It's not that I have no recollection of these events, it's just I need a trigger to remember them.
Too much text is boring ! Here's the first time I was drunk, check out the hair ^_^
Maybe it's just me, but I had to pack my room into boxes a few days ago and between the tears I kept finding important things, some of them I'd hidden from myself to stop me having to keep thinking about them, like the list of reasons that I shouldn't get back with the aforementioned ex-fiancee, some of them I knew why they meant something to me, like the piece of car I found after we escaped the hobo or the broken umbrella handle I stole from my best friend after our gentleman's duel. But some things I had no idea why they meant so much to me, there's a small bead that was really carefully wrapped in notepaper and placed in my
de facto "Fragile and important things" bag. I have no
frickin' idea where it came from, I think Cindy gave it to me. . .
We call this one "Bedroom Ganstas"
Ok, so there's the first reason all explained and out the way, what's the second? Well, I mentioned earlier that I'm about to go on placement in London, this is over 250 miles from all the friends I've made in the last 3 years. It'll also mark the second time I've had almost everything just the way I want it, then had to move away in order to move forward. On the plus side, it's another chance to shine and another gateway to new experiences, it worked out great last time and with more experience I should be even luckier !
Think I'll name this move the "Leprechaun Shuffle"
The second reason is because I want to chronicle my life over this comming year, both in terms of a human being and as a programmer. An awesome programmer, that's what I hope to one day call myself, I've got to earn it first :P
For me programming sets my soul on fire. I don't know why exactly, but I Love it. I could (and later will) go on for paragraphs about how frickin' awesome it feels to grab the computer by the bits and make it do exactly what you want orders of mangitute faster than you ever could. If tools amplify talent, programming lets me split the world in half.
So there ! If you're reading this you still probably know next to nothing about me, but I think it's super hard to distill who ya are into text . . . hopefully you've got a feel of me though, and I'll be able to read this in X number of years and see if I'm any different ^_^
This is Cindy, she's made of unadulterated awesome. She completes my inner circle. We met at College and I'm not sure how but we became super close. Cindy knows me better than perhaps anyone, which means that she has the uncanny ability to answer the questions I want to ask, but hide in other words.
