A first post...

I guess a good way to do a first post is to inform my readers (or reader... eh.) about myself.
I'm a freshman in college, meaning I'm only 18 years old. Does this mean I know everything? Of course not. But damn close. <- That's known as sarcasm, in case you didn't catch that on your own.
I love my family, they are almost literally the only people that take me for who I am. Though sometimes I get the feeling that the only reason some of them put up with me is because we're family.
I love my friends, because they PICKED to stick around with me and my crazy mood swings. They don't feel obligated to invite me to events or trips, nor do they feel obligated to hang out with me at all.
I love my education, even if I'm nowhere near finished. I've barely even started, to be honest. This education of mine, the one that I've just started, is probably the most important (or on the top four) in my life. I get made fun of for it, sure, but that's just how I am.
Maybe I was born and raised in North Carolina. Doesn't mean I have a Confederate flag on my wall (actually, I have a me-sized poster of James Dean). Though I may have come out in NC, my heart belongs a little south, in a little place we like to call New Orleans. North Carolina is my home, NOLA is my love. They go hand in hand, really.

I'm perfectly annoying sometimes and people tend to take advantage of how nice I am. I'm too flawed to be considered a role model, and yet people tend to look up to me for various reasons. I'll fight to death for someone or something that I believe in and I've gone to battle armed with nothing but my beliefs more than once and have lived to tell the tale.

Maybe in my next post, I'll catch you up through high school and onto where I am in life right now... or maybe I'll just ramble on some more. We shall see...