Ello,

So basically what happens is when I get bored I start catching up with my internet life. Now thats fine and all but when I made it to my Xanga I was frightened to see that I had not one serious post up. I was suddenly ashamed of all the time I spent managing my three separate myspace accounts(1 band, 2 personal).

Being this the first serious post of mine, I figure to lay out a little bit of my life story. Not so much that someone could track me down but just so anyone who likes to waste their time reading about other peoples lives, like I do, can get their money's worth.

I was born in the late 1980s, to Irish parents, in Boston, Massachusetts. My parents had in the previous year established residence south eastern shore of Massachusetts and it was in this local that I spent most of my childhood.

Now I say to Irish parents, in truth they aren't totally Irish. I have sortof dark complexion relative to my white faced, red haired, and freckled compatriots that call that same forsaken pile of rocks a homeland. I kid, I kid. Ireland is quite amazing, beautiful and all that jazz.

Anyways, some time ago(bout 400yrs or some shit like that-lol btw I got  5/5 on my ap euro history exam) a bunch of Spanish people decided that they needed to get up to Britain and invade. So they amassed one of the largest fleets ever amassed and floated it up to the British isles. While they did this, a storm kicked up, and most of the fleet was lost-scattered all over, some to the treacherous north sea, some to the north atlantic, and still some to land. Now my relatives were on one of these vessels that landed, but they landed in Ireland. Safe from Britain and from their Spanish commanders, and without much option, they integrated with the Irish people there and so on and so forth, to bring you me.

In the 1910s my first relatives started to make their way over. My  great grandmother had actually planned to go back but the sinking of the Titanic convinced her to stay, since she then feared travel by sea. I have no record of my relatives fighting in the first world war. Odds are my great grandfathers and thier siblings were simply too old by that time.

My grand parents and thier siblings faught in World War II, my Mom's uncle actually died when he stormed the beaches at Normandy, on June 6, 1944. He was buried in France, against our families will though eventually we got him back, say around 1950, we got him back to the states and he rests near Boston now. People say I have a striking reselmblance to him.

My grandfather on my dads side fought in the South Pacific, his ship was actually sunk.

My dad was born in the 50s, so was mom. They grew up only a street or two away from eachother.

My mom met my dad in 1977. One of their first dates was said to be Star Wars Episode IV. They married in 1982, and had my Brother in 1984. The lived in Boston until around when I was born.

When my mom was pregnant with my the doctors said that she had better be ready for a not so perfect baby, and if she couldn't handle such a task, that she should abort. My mom had had the measels when she was pregnant with my, and because of this the doctors thought I'd come out with a serious birth defect.The predicted down syndrome, autism, and other things as well. But none of it came to pass.The doctors were surprised. My great aunts had prayed and prayed for my sake, I am unsure how religious I am, but this compelled even me when I was told this. I am catholic, though I've never been confirmed, I backed out cause of my disagreements with the church administration, though I do not abandone the catholic church. Of all the churches, the Catholic Church scares me the least.

Anyways. I grew up pretty normal. Relatively. I went to a gymnastic pre school in the early 1990s. I was kept there for 3 years rather than the usual 2, cause they didn't think it was prudent to have my be the youngest in my grade rather than the oldest. I was shy in school. But I would talk to people once I felt in my place. I often would talk my way into trouble. More because I felt comfortable with only some people. In fact when I was little I often based how nice people were on how nice they looked. Which I guess might not be so crazy when you're 4.

For grades K-7 I went to a Catholic grammar school. My brother, who was-and remains-5 years ahead of me in school also went there. Though by the time I was in 3rd grade, he graduated and went to a Catholic High School, but it was run by an order of the Brothers of St. Francis Xavier, so it was not attached to the diocese of Boston, much like my future high school, both schools are technically Private, not Religious.

The largest regret of my childood is going to a grammar school. With a class of about 50 children, total, per year, you pretty much get sick of everyone around 7th grade. Atleast I did. Also, what winds up happening is you don't get to know anyone from your town. So when I'd go to play town soccer, baseball, basketball, etc, along with dealing with being awkward and having to prove myself, which I often did in the first two sports, not so much basketball, lolz, you also had to get to know everyone. It was like a double battle. In soccer I did win people over, got lots of cool friends but never connected with them, never hung out. In baseball, i was on different teams it seemed each year, so I never really knew anyone. Which stunk. Now for everyone else, they had known these people before and got to know them more. For me, I was just grappling for familiarity. Also, I wasn't socially mature by that time, and not being able to converse all day in grammar school probably didn't help. People who talked, afterall, got yelled at.

Now it isn't to say I never got any friends. I met this kid in first grade. His name was Matt Kelly, good luck tracking him down cause god knows i have. Haha, we basically  were both lefthanded, and when we both found eachother drawing star wars scenes one day at school, we became instant friends,we didnt talk much at first, but by 3rd grade we pretty much hung out outside of school regularly. Now for the first few years, maybe till 6th grade we hung out virtually as often as we could, in the summer maybe 3-4 times a week, often playing guns,star wars, and the like. I remember I took him paintballing for my like 11th birthday, but as a result a lot of my other friends felt put out, because I could only take one friend, and he was the best friend I had.  As time went along though, we became distant and after 7th grade, he moved away and I went to public school. He was my first true friend, and I will always be appreciative of all the time I spent with him. I have looked the world over for him and have no idea what hes doing, I assume pretty well though. I remember his dad worked at apple,of course back in 1997 who knew what apple was. Well, turns out right now I'm writing this on a 2007 Model Year Macbook. Anyways, I'll never forget Matt Kelly.

Most of grammar school I felt made fun of and out of place. Much of this was due to my height, and cause like everyone looks sortof awkward in uniforms. I was the tallest person in my grade every year, until prob 8th grade, cause I stopped growing. I am basically the same height and wieght I was in 5th grade, I am 5 foot 9 and I weigh probably an athletic 140 pounds. Now can you imagine that stepping into the box staring down your 11 year old? Luckily I looked young in the face so I never ran into that trouble in sports.

Anyways, in school most people thought I was weird in those days. I smile about all the anxiety they caused me now, but back then I wouldhv killed to know how awesome I actually turned out. I remember people used to laugh and me when Id trip over stuff. And remember one time on a ski trip, in sixth grade, I came out of my shell, and was personable, and people thought I was funny. Seeing this, my friends from my old school were like wtf, and didnt know how to react, when I was the entertaining person. I'm naturally outgoing and funny, and its how I made so many friends in public school in just one year. I have a lot of good stories about the tremmors I caused when I had this transition and I'll cover some of them in future articles.

After 7th grade, I went to public school. The 8th grade in my town was integrated into the high school. So they had grades 8-12. Now can you imagine the culture shock? I suddenly was one of 300 in my class, rather than 50. And because of all the friends I had made in boyscouts, soccer, and baseball, and even basket ball, I had a decent amount of people I knew and continued to make more as I went through life there.

I made two good friends there, Steve and Sean. We went paintballing a few times over the course of the year, had sleep overs often, and poker games, it was really a fun time of my life. Everything was clear, socially I made sence, I even had girls who liked me. I dated them, awkwardly haha. Had my first kiss, and first other things. haha. Though, the last girl I dated was in 2003. Yeah, thats right, I'm gay. I tried my best to not be but I'll cover that in depth later too.

Steve stayed my friend well into high school. He actually came to the high school I wound up going to when we were sophomores. Seeing as my brother went to a private hs, and since my parents really wouldnt let me stay in my town hs, cause it sucked, I too transferred to a private catholic high school.

I went to a Jesuit run high school in Boston. Anyone who knows Boston will know where I went, haha. Its pretty prominent. Its world renown actually, and one of the oldest Jesuit high school in the United States. It all could be yours to for a cool 12 grand a year. lol. Anyways I am a proud graduate of Boston College High School. Its male only, which is annoying, since girls make it easy to make friends when you're their friend.  And it makes being gay kinda awkward but whatever.

BC was great. I made only a few friends there. I came from a poor town so most people already knew eachother being from rich towns, where I didn't. I maybe talk to 3 people from my high school class. Its just hard to make friends when its virtually impossible to hangout with them, and when you dont do Massachusetts Division 1 sports. But even while I didnt make many long term friends there I knew friends back home, and were decent with maybe 10-20 people while I was there and we'd hangout at school and talk there, I even went over a few houses, a few birthday parties, a few times. It wasn't a bad life. Especially cause I still hung out with steve.And we were really good friends, as we had been in 8th grade.

In 2004 the Red Sox won the world series, I lost much sleep in this time, but it was amazing to see, and I'm forever grateful for every single bum that contributed that year, forever. And Mo Vaughn, cause hes awesome, lets face it.

The patriots were awesome too, and after soo many years of losing and sucking they finally finally had a chance haha. Now people treat them like the yankees, but for most fans, the pats are only recent titans of the turf, most of my early patriots memories revolved around cursing drew bledsoe or the tuna or carrol.

Now I got my liscence in July of the summer between sophomore and junior year. I was nervous, but I passed my first time. I remember my driving instructor used to have us drive around boston and milton, and dorchester, since I did TNT Driving School out of my high school. My parents got me a car for 4700 dollars and boy will its troubles contribute to this blog haha.

High School was really trying for me, and Ill cover it more later. Cause of Sports, Illness, Friends, and Bands, and most of all academics. It was just tough tough tough, everyday, it really changed me, it hardened me, it made me have more resolved. I thank BCH for putting me through hell, cause the reward was heaven on the other side.Alot of stories will come out of this time, since it was so turmuluous.

Anyways, basically,  I lost most of the friends I had when they found out I was gay in Senior year.

And because of this abandonment I tried to go to school far far far away, in Washington State. I applied to many schools there, but I didn't get the terms or money I wanted. So I went to a school about 150 miles from Boston, rather than 2000.

Long story short im happy now, and have yet another best friend, his name again is Matt(he actually looks like the old Matt too, which freaks me out sometimes, but its all good). I am an engineer, and I don't like getting old but I can't wait for the future, so I can afford, well, pretty much anything lol. I'm not heavily materialistic, but I mean I always wanted a cool house, and a delorean. AND AND A DERIGIBLE OMG!!!!! But yeah thats the long and short of my life story, Ill fill in the pieces as I go.

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